Dave Strider X Reader (A Game of Pretend)

Another Filler! But Also Drunkly

"I mean, it's not necessary for you to have to take me home." His slurring continues.

"No, love, ya goin' home."

Lindsay had taken Lexi home already. Somewhere along the way she passed out. Though, kendall had a nice kick out of the situation.

She had one drunk-child home. Now she had one left.

"What about you?"
"What about me?"

Dirk had crawled his way to the front seat with her once he had the chance. At this point she didn't fight it.

"You're going to leave me again."

She frowned, but then giggled slightly. "I'm just taking you home.. "

"Psh yeah."

He had gotten to a point where every other sentence didn't make sense.

"You'll be taking me home, but will you come back?"
"I mean.. We work in the same building, you see me everyday."

"Oh shiT TRU."

She laughed. "Why don't you try and sleep, like Lexi did?"
"Sleep is for the weak."
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After a few minutes she managed to find his block and stop in front of his house. He wasn't so rebellious getting out of the car, more like, rebellion to getting into his house.

"Please?" She pointed to his door.
"Nahhhhh."
"God damn it Dirk." She grabbed his hand and tried tugging him, but he wouldn't move. "Love, you're house is literally right here."
"You're literally right here."
"Fucking."

"Don't be angry with me, I'm fucking cute." He grabbed her hand and walked a bit.
She didn't fight it. She just let the drunk amuse himself.
"Hey so like. If Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerburg fought it out, who would win?"
"How am I supposed to-"
"It would be Mark Zuckerburg, because he has more motive."

She smiled a bit.
"Alright, Dirk, whatever you say."
He stopped walking and looked down at her.
"Can I do something?"
Lindsay frowned. "I suppose so? I mean.. I'm not the dictator of your life, buddo."

He picked that cocky smile back up and dropped her hand out of his. He put his hands on either side of her face and leaned down, pressing his lips against hers.

She stood there for a moment, taken by complete surprise. This literally came out of fucking no where. Technically, she gave him permission to do this. Though, she wasn't complaining. It was the nostalgia that flooded back into her mind with their previous relationship.

She tilted her head, slightly to the right to slip into this kiss brought on to her by this drunk fellow.

He pulled away and smiled at her, placing his forehead on hers. "Thank you."
He stepped away from her. Her face had been dusted with a light pink blush. Thank God it was dark, and thank God he was drunk.

She offered a smile. "Why..?"
He shrugged. "Don't question it." 

She sighed, a bit tired honestly, but she never dropped her smile.

"Stay with me for awhile, I'm drunk, I could hurt myself."
He laughed.

"Will it get you in the house?"
He nodded with a cocky smile.
"Fine."

He happily grabbed her wrist and led her to the inside of the house.

It hadn't hit her that she hadn't stepped foot inside of here since she left. It felt strange. Already knowing where everything is, where everything was hidden, what was kept behind every door. It had a homey vibe to it still. And she smiled wearily for a second.

"Alright love, how about you go to bed."
"Come with me." He smiled. "It's more fun with another person."
She had to tag along anyway, to at least make sure he didn't kill himself on the way up there.

She sighed and played along. "Alright." She held out her hand. He took it and let her lead him up to his room. He was fine walking, but it was the stairs that he was having trouble with. He would step up one but almost fall trying to get to the next. It took ten minutes to get him to the top, and by that point, he was worn out.

"Man, I'm ffffucking tired."
He said, dragging his feet down the hall. His words were picking up the slurring again.

"I know you are."
She opened the door and walked him to his bed, he sat down at the edge of it.
"You're good at caring for people." He smiled.
"Thank you, dear." She began heading back towards the door, but he grabbed her wrist.
"You said you'd stay." He slightly pouted.

He was giving off more emotion now than most days. Or .. Showing wise at least. Who knows what the hell scurried through his brain throughout the days.

She looked down at him. He tugged at her wrist. She couldn't help but indulge in him. She sat down beside him. He instantly threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. He put his head on top of hers.
"You're soft. Like fucking cotton."
"Thank you, I appreciate getting compared to cotton." She said.
He laughed. He sniffed her hair.
"You know; you smell a hell of a lot like strawberries."

"Thank.. You?"
"Yeah. Yeah. I'm going to call you strawberry."
"Oh God, please don't."
"Too late."

Oh well, he would probably forget about it when he sobered up.
She looked up to the desk in the corner.
On it was a familiar book. She stood up, unraveling from his hold and walked to the desk.

"Dirk..." She picked it up. It was a sketchbook.
"Why do you still have my sketchbook?" She turned around to him.
"Pffft, I dunno, you left it here."
"You couldn't have returned it?"

He sat there for a moment.

"You know, I really don't know." He laughed and shrugged.

Lindsay looked down at it. She sighed and set it back down. She would have to remember to grab it.

She walked over to him and managed to get him to lie down.
She grabbed the edge of his shades and began to pull them, when he grabbed her wrist.

"Calm down, love. It's just me here."
It took him a second, but he let go of her wrist. She pulled them away and set them down on the nightstand. She was met with the same piercing orange tinted eyes as before.

It was so basic for someone to fall in love with the color of eyes, but she never admitted up to it to anyone else. He looked tired, honestly. The dark circles around his eyes spoke for him.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her, she was forced in the free space beside him.

She sighed and then laughed.
"You are a fucking hassle."