Summer Heat ( Dave Strider x Reader )

The talk? I..dont know..

You took a deep breath, and placed the key in the lock, entering the flat. It seemed dead in there. It was quiet, not even the sound of Bro and his small music. You looked around for Loki, but you couldn't see him. Or even the sound of the small pitter patter of his paws.

You walked towards your room and once you entered Dave was laying on your bed, playing with his headphones. His shades over his eyes so you couldn't tell if he was looking upwards or not. "Dave...?"

"So, how was work?" He asked, nonchalantly. That ticked you off.

"Fine." You responded. Placing down your bag and looking around the room. "Where's Loki?"

"Bathroom" he pointed. You shrugged it off and opened the door, the small whimpers coming from the bathroom stopping once he came out.

"Why was he in there?" You asked while kneeling down to scratch his ear, hoping to relax yourself and the fact that the room was awkwardly silent.

"I dunno, ask the guy at the bar?" He sat up and pushed up his shades. Letting them get placed on his head.

That was it, you stood up and turned to him. "Dave...are you kidding me?" You asked. "When have I ever made you have such distrust in me?!"

He didn't even look at you, he was staring at Loki, who was right between you, ears drooping. "You won't be able to handle yourself. It's a hard place (y/n)!! Things don't just slide by!"

"You know in perfectly capable of handling these situations, I'm a black belt. Nothing I can't handle!" You yelled a little.

"You are going to be eaten alive in there." He stood up himself, gazing at me directly.

"I cannot live like this. Dave I can take care of myself and you know it. I've said it before" your words got louder and louder. "You have to stop acting like I'm going to disappear from your life"

"You might. And you know what? If you can't live like this, take all the goddamn time you need and get out of this hell hole." He hissed.

You looked at him, your eyes watery from all the shouting. But that really hurt. He wanted you to leave? You let some tears slip down your cheeks.

"Fine." You said.

"What?" He looked at you, his brows shooting upwards in a sign of fright.

"You heard me..." You whispered and picked up Loki. "I'm gone. Just like you want."

"Wait-no-"

"Shut up." You mumbled, picked up your bag, car keys and Loki's collar. Walking out.

"(Y/n) I didn't- I didn't mean it" he walked after you but you shut him out.

"You sure did. Took you enough to say it" you sighed.

You knew he was crying, but you didn't look. You were strong enough to do this, to take some time off. At least to cool off.

"Please, (y/n)-" he begged.

You turned to look at him. "Dave, back off. You said it. I'm taking some time off. Maybe you should get your head straight, while I'm at it. Stop thinking my head is up your ass chewing food for you. I can take care of myself. Leave. me. alone." You grumbled and stepped out.

"You know what? Fine." He said holding back tears. You knew he was lying. "Leave, see if I care" again, another lie. Dave's problem was caring way to much. And this time he over did it.

"You know what?" You looked up at him, and held the door knob. "I will." And shut it. You decided it was time for tears to start flowing, so you let them.

You sobbed, and ran, ran down the stairs and to your old car. Getting inside and placing Loki in the back, along with your bag. You turned on the car, and placed the handle in reverse. And got out of the small garage. You drove, drove through the night. As fast as you could. From 40, to 50. Soon enough you where close to 90 mph.

You couldn't see your surroundings, from the tears, the speed, and the fact it started to rain but you didn't give a fuck at the moment. But you were too fast. Too fast for your own good.

A loud screech was heard from the distance, following a small CRASH. The car was destroyed from the front. One passenger and a k-9 were found. The animal was found with a fractured paw, while the passenger was found with many injuries along with one close to the skull. Reports are still calculating...

Dave stopped reading, looked at the cover picture, and dropped the paper, running out of the house. Two days later. And no call. He should've known.