Do You Feel Us Falling? (Dave Strider x Reader)

Chapter 8

Italics - Dave
Bold - You

You automatically smiled when your phone beeped. "Dave!" You practically shouted.

------> Be the embarrassed girl.

You picked up your phone, blushing.

---~--- (<---- begin or cease texting/pestering)

hey
what are you doing
I'm bored
so bored

I was waiting for you to text me
Wait
that sounded creepy 😁

nope not at all
wanna come by my house and play <insert game of your choice>???

Why not
Where you live

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Dave texted you the address and you were immediately out the door. Apparently, he lived a 10 minute walk away- not that far.

You passed a few kids on the sidewalk, waving to each one. You babysat all three of them at one point or another- you were the oldest kid on the block and your parents' money wasn't going to last forever.

Dave's apartment building loomed over your head. At the front was a buzzer with a bunch of tiny white buttons with names next to them. You found the one that said Strider Residence and pushed it.

"Let me up, fuckass," you said into the microphone.

Dave's voice came through, scratchy and loud. "Hmm... Should I let in the stranger, Dave? Hmm... I don't know, Dave-"

"Just let me up," you said, pushing the button again. The door clicked open.

You took the elevator to the top floor and found room 10. It was at the end of the hall, and Dave was standing outside waiting for you.

"Hey, (L/N)."

"Morning, Strider." You threw your arms around Dave's neck and kissed him softly. "Ready for your ass-whooping?"

"Woah, say what now?" Dave raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure I'd kick your ass."

"How about a deal? Ten bucks and a kiss to whoever wins- which I will," you stated confidently.

"Deal," Dave said.

You giggled softly. "Game on, Strider."

You and Dave played for a good 30 minutes, before you finally pulled into the lead and kicked his ass. You shouted with joy as Dave pulled you over to his side of the couch.

"Well done, (L/N)," Dave admitted. "You've got some game."

"Or you're just a fuckass."

Dave smirked. "You're gonna pay for that." You could almost see his eyes sparkle behind his shades.

Dave rolled you over, so he had you pinned down. He began tickling you and you cried out sillily.

"Dave," you whined. "Stop."

He smiled down at you and took his shades of. Dave bent down to kiss you. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered against you lips. You pulled him down to your lips and kissed his softly, giggling every so often. You felt rock drop in your stomach. Dave slid his arms underneath your shirt as you slid yours around his neck. Every inch of you matched every inch of him like puzzle pieces.

"I love you, too," you echoed.

A sharp voice could be heard from the hallway. "Get a room," it grumbled.

Dave pulled back. "Bro," he complained. "Really?"

Your cheeks burned. You gently pushed on Dave's chest, telling him that you wanted up. He kissed you once more and got up. You stood and grabbed your phone.

"No," Dave pleaded. "Don't go."

"Why not?" You replied.

"Because I owe you 10 bucks." He grabbed your hand. "Please. Let me cook you dinner."

Your frown turned into a wide grin. "Fine," you laughed.

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Turns out Dave was a horrible cook, so you ended up teaching Dave how to properly cook Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

You smiled at Dave over your bowl. "It's not that hard," you explained. "Just the stuff in the box, milk, and butter."

"But it doesn't taste like apple juice!" Dave pointed out. He really really wanted to cook the noodles in apple juice instead of water.

"It's not supposed to."

Dave pouted as you got up to clean your bowl and the rest of the dishes. Several nights worth of plates and silverware were piled in the sink, but were for the most part rinsed. You turned on the faucet and squirted dish soap all over the dishes. The bubbles foamed up.

You began scrubbing and heard Dave from the table. "You really don't have to do that," he told you.

"No, we do. Be responsible, Strider. Clean a little." You saw him roll his eyes.

He took the dishes from you and dried them off, stacking them back in the cabinets. "You are certainly efficient."

"Well," you answered. "I grew up alone."

Dave didn't say anything. You tried to hide your smile as you reached over and smeared bubbles all over his face. He sputtered. "(L/N)!" Dave replied to gesture and you got him again before running into the living room.

"Betcha can't catch me!" You shouted. Dave ran in, his hands full of soap and eyes glinting. He chased you around the couch multiple times. He eyed you, then jumped over the couch. His hands reached out and caught you in the face. You laughed loudly and hit him on the shoulder.

"I give up," you panted. "No... No more..."

Dave pulled you against his chest and wiped away the bubbles with his hoodie sleeve. "There."

"I should go home," you said.

Dave looked at the clock. "Yeah, you should. Do you want me to walk you home?"

"No, I'm fine," you told him confidently.

"Okay." He kissed you softly. "Goodnight."

You gave a wave as you pulled the apartment door closed. You got in the elevator and pushed the lobby button.

The cool night air whipped your face as you stepped out onto the sidewalk. You walked quickly through the night, being careful of the few cars that came by. You could just barely see where your house was, but it was a good 2 minutes before you arrived.

A swerving car's lights flickered off.

You ran to get out of the way.

Too late.

All went black.

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HI GUYS! No, you didn't die. Do not worry. You fine. I know I know, I cruel. But it make for good feels, no? Yes, the bad bad grammar, I knows. But I feels like bleh. Schools out, more write! Thanks chips! 😎