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

Chapter 33

So Condie and Dooley got arrested for a long list of things, child abuse on the end of it. They'd be going away for a long, long time. The only question is, where are you going to stay?

"You have to come with us." One of the policemen was trying to get you in a cop car. They were going to take you to a foster system establishment, but you weren't going anywhere near them. You shook your head, tightening your grip on Dave's hand.

"She can stay with us," Dirk offered. Without a second thought, he pulled out his wallet and showed the officer his licenses and credentials. "She'll be well taken care of, I promise. We're good friends."

The policeman sighed. "Alright, but someone'll be checking up on your situation every two days. She can stay for two weeks, then she needs to find a permanent residence."

Dirk nodded. "I understand."

Dave tugged gently on your arm, leading you away from the cop car. He sat you down in the grass and laid your head in his lap. His strokes through your hair and the soft green strands below you were enough to lull you asleep.

"Everything is alright," he whispered softly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin. "It'll be okay, you'll be okay. I'll take care of you, I promise."

You closed your eyes. "Sing me song," you breathed, barely audible.

Dave leaned over and hovered above your mouth to hear you better. "Hm?"

"Sing me a song," you said. Your voice was still quiet, but Dave heard you.

"What kind of song?" He asked, rubbing your shoulder gently.

"Anything," you replied. "A lullaby."

Dave grinned and gave you a kiss on the cheek with all the love in the world. In it, you felt his passion, his burning emotion for you. It told you that he would give everything up for you, and that your love was fragile all at the same time.

"I should ink my skin with your name." Dave's voice was a soft lullaby in itself. "And take my passport out again, and just replace it."

His fingers still caressed your cheeks. "See, I could do without a tan, on my left hand, where my fourth finger meets my knuckle. And I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."

He laughed as you sneezed. "Cause maybe you're lovable, and maybe your my snowflake. When your eyes turn from green to gray in the winter, I'll hold you in a cold place."

"And you should never cut your hair, because I love the way you flick it off your shoulder. Mm."

"And you will never know just how beautiful you are, to me. But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up."

And with that, you were asleep, on the bed of grass, in Dave's arms. Just as you should be: together.

-dirk's pov-

I had to carry the sleeping (Y/N) into the car, and then Dave, too. I strapped both of their seat belts on and propped them up against one another. They were so cute (don't tell them I said that).

Once we got home, I had to carry them in the house. I laid Dave on the couch and (Y/N) on Dave's bed. (Y/N) was snoring softly, huddled in a ball.

I left them both alone, and left the house, placing a note on the fridge to Dave, letting him know that I was heading out on a date and that they could make Kraft Macaroni and Cheese for dinner.

-should we go with Dirk on his date?-

-of course we should-

-lets go with dirk on his date-

I drove my pickup truck to pick up my date and put it in park. I stepped out of the car and walked up to her house. I knocked on the door and looked down at my feet, wondering if I should've worn nicer shoes. Probably.

An older man opened up the door and scoured up at me. "Who are you?"

"I'm Dirk Strider, pleased to meet you, sir." I knew that this was probably her father.

"Hmph. Come on in." Her father opened up the door further and invited me in. He offered me a seat, which I gladly took.

"I hope I can be as good as your daughter deserves, sir," I said, hoping he would take a liking to me.

"Don't say anything of that level, you're not marrying her." Her father grumbled and folded his hands under himself.

"Daddy? Is that him?" I heard her petite voice call from further down the hallway.

"Yes, it is!" He shouted back, then lowered his voice. "Now, I understand that you're three years older than my daughter."

"Yes, sir." I was 20, she was 17.

"Coming!" She came down the hallway, a great big smile stretched across her face. (GUESS WHO) "Hi!" She gave a little wave that was so adorable. "I hope you weren't giving him any trouble, Daddy. Dirk is a very nice man, so don't be rude."

She was wearing cute jean shorts, patterned leggings underneath, a graphic crop top, and a black tank top. On the bottom was her classic black converse, and her snow white hair was pulled back in elf braids.

Her father grumbled. "No, I wasn't. Now get out of here, you crazy kids. Be back by 9:00."

"I'll have her back by 8:30," I assured him.

He almost smiled a bit. "Be sure you do."

I held out my arm, and she took it gladly. She was pretty short, maybe 5'2", so I towered over her quite a bit. Her smile grew and she batted her eyelashes at me. God, I melted.

I opened the passenger door for her and she climbed in. I turned on the radio, letting her pick any station she wanted. She chose an alternative-singer/songwriter-coffee house station that played all night. Currently, there was an Ed Sheeran song on, and she began to sing her heart out.

I tapped my fingers to the rhythm on the steering wheel and parked us at the top of a back road hill. She rested her feet on the dashboard.

"What are we doin?"

"Watching anime."

She giggled a bit and nodded. "That sounds good."

I turned on Sword Art Online, episode one. It was the anime series we had met because of.

I looked over at her just as she climbed across the car to sit right next to me in my seat.

I played her name on my tongue.

Maddie... Madelyn... Maddie...

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i think thats it for today :3

i hope you liked the fluff at the end.