Homestuck x reader

Winter days (fem! Dave x reader)

(A/N: there isn't enough fem Dirk or fem Dave fanfiction that I can find so I decided to make my own)

You loved the snow. There could never be enough of it in your opinion.

So, when you woke up one January morning, peered out of your window and was nearly blinded by the white wonderland that met your eyes, you were ecstatic. You immediately raced out the door and (despite wearing only two thin layers of clothes) dove into a pile of snow. You quickly ran back in, squealing from the snow that had flown down your shirt. It was so beautiful outside, you felt slightly bad about leaving a body imprint in the snow on your front lawn.

Your girlfriend, Davi, on the other hand, seemed to harbor vehement hatred for it.

You went back into your bedroom to grab a sweater and found that Davi had pulled every single blanket out of the closet and currently looked like an enormous burrito.

"Davi?" you asked, grinning. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it just feels like a fucking meat locker in here. Looks like we've been hit by the blizzard from hell. Satan's personal gift, just a little something he whipped up in his spare time and thought he might be a friendly neighbor and send it over."

You glanced at the thermostat.

"Love, the house is 73 degrees fahrenheit. You wanna feel cold, step right outside."

"Fuck no."

"Alright then," you turned to go downstairs, then turned back. "I'm making pancakes, if you're interested."

"Fuck yes."

You headed downstairs, putting on your knit sweater. It was a nice one, too, with a patchwork pattern that made it look like a fluffy quilt.

As you poured the pancakes onto the skillet, Davi came downstairs, still wrapped in her multitude of blankets. You weren't entirely sure how she was able to carry all that.

Davi flopped down on the couch and watched you cook for a few minutes before turning on the tv.

"Aw yeah!" she yelled. "(Name)! They put Guardians of the Galaxy 2 on today!"

"Awesome!"

"Can't wait to see Chris Pratt's sexy muscular ass. Gimme some of that with a side of Zoe Saldana's hot green bod. Like who cares about the alien part. Dayum!"

You stayed silent at that. You didn't like it much when Davi checked out other people, and, like putting lemon juice on a paper cut, she would blatantly talk about how hot they were.

As you cooked, you noticed that you felt a tad warm, so you shed the sweater and went to set it across the couch behind Davi. You observed that Davi had discarded a couple of blankets, making her look thinner. You could actually see her blonde hair, messy from sleep.

You reached out and ran your fingers through it. Davi's hair was poker straight, so it was easy to untangle. She turned her head slightly and considered you out of the corner of her eye. You could see her bright red irises that she constantly hid.

"Your hair is so soft, Davi."

"Moroccan oil. It's witchcraft. Also Strider genes at work."

You smiled at her and turned back to the pancakes. You carefully flipped them onto plates and set to work, cutting up fresh strawberries and smothering Davi's pancakes in them.

You put a hand to your neck and realized that it was getting warm. So you took off your t-shirt, down to your camisole.

"Pancakes are ready!"

Davi vaulted over the couch, her blankets dropping away to show her red onesie.

"Sweet," she said, rubbing her hands together. "Best lady chef in (state), right here. You should be on a cooking show or something, (Name). Give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money."

"Oh hush!" you said, grinning and blushing.

"Lookin' pretty good in that cami, too. Damn, good cook AND racy! Fantastic combo."

You blushed harder as Davi took calculated steps towards you, finally stopping to wrap her arms around your waist. It made you feel a bit embarrassed, seeing as Davi was considered tall for a girl, standing at 5'9. You tried to go on tip toe to kiss her. She simply stood there, watching nonchalantly as you tried to reach her lips. Finally, she chuckled, crouched slightly, and picked you up, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

She carried you to the table and sat you in a chair. You grinned as she swayed her hips, going for the pancakes, walking like Beyonce.

"WAGH!"

Davi's socks slid unexpectedly on the wooden floor and she fell on her ass with an 'OOF!'. Her shades went askew and you saw her blink dazedly, eyes wide. You burst out laughing.

"Oh shut up." she mumbled, getting up and her face going bright red. She retrieved the pancakes and brought them to the table without anymore attempts at looking sexy. The entire time you ate, she had drawn her hood up over the top half of her face, so all you could see were her bright red cheeks and nose as she silently ate.

"Thanks." she muttered when you finished. She picked up the plates and brought them to the sink, dropped them in and dove back on the couch.

"If it makes you feel better, you did look pretty cool with that Beyonce walk." you said as you sat next to her.

"(Name), I'm always cool." she said, lowering her hood.

"Yes, you are."

You suddenly frowned because you began to feel sweat on you.

"It's hot in here!"

"Naw, pretty sure it's me. People in a 10 foot radius can get pretty heated up when they see this Strider masterpiece. Don't even ask what's going on in their pants."

"No, I mean it's actually hot in here. Did you change the thermostat?"

"Nope..."

You raised an eyebrow.

"... Maybe."

You sighed and got up. When you got to the top of the stairs, you stared at the thermostat. It wasn't 73 F anymore. It was 98 F.

"DAVI!" you shouted down the stairs. "YOU CHANGED OUR HOUSE INTO A FUCKING DESERT?!"

"I WAS THINKING ABOUT TEXAS. NO PLACE LIKE HOME SWEET SIZZLING HEATSTROKE."

You groaned and quickly changed the temperature down to 75 F and went back downstairs.

"Davi, I don't- oh my God." you stopped when you saw that Davi was still sprawled on the couch, but her onesie was unzipped, showing her prominent cleavage, toned stomach and black lacy thong.

"Too bad you changed it," she said, stretching. "It could've fueled quite the pornographic scheme I had in mind."

"Davi, I... no. Just... not yet, okay?"

"Well... fuck." Davi sat up and zipped up her onesie. You sat next to her and hugged her.

"Sweetie, I love you and think you're boss as fuck, but I just.. I'm not in the mood right now."

Davi didn't respond, instead wrapping her arms around you tightly and laying back, making you lay on top of her. Her onesie was amazingly soft. You remembered her face when she had unwrapped it last year.

Davi stroked your hair gently and you nestled into her. With one hand petting your hair, the other crept down and began rubbing your back. Her fingers, long and skillful, were wonderful for this. As you began to get comfortable, you felt her lips on your forehead.

"You're cute when you're almost asleep," Davi said, softly. Her voice was so nice. Husky, deep, with a Texas drawl that was calming. You could feel yourself slipping, drifting away.

~~~~~

When you snapped awake, Davi's place underneath you was empty. You sat up and looked around. Nowhere did you spy blonde hair or a red onesie. Where had she gone?

You rubbed your arms, feeling goosebumps begin to rise on your skin.

You heard footsteps and Davi came around the corner, carrying two mugs filled with something that had steam curling of the top like little silver flames. She had her red flannel tied around her waist, or rather, her 'Marceline flannel' as you liked to call it.

"Finally," Davi said. "Was beginning to worry that I'd have to be all Prince Charming and wake you up with a giant fucking smooch on the lips."

"I don't think I would've minded that."

Davi chuckled and set the mugs on the coffee table. Then she untied her flannel and held it out to you.

"Your goosebumps are so big, your skin looks like it has little pinballs pressing up underneath it."

"Thanks," you slipped the flannel on. It was lovely and warm, and smelled like apple juice. Like Davi.

"Hot chocolate?" you said as you peered into the mug.

The one that you supposed was Davi's had "Irony is when someone writes 'your an idiot'" printed on it, while yours had a picture of a clothing iron with IRONIC underneath it. When you had bought a place together, you had been the one to pick the bedsheets, while Davi bought the mugs. Guess what kind of mugs she brought back from the store.

"No, it's Mountain Dew."

"You're a real sweetheart through all that cool, ya know that?"

You took a sip and yelped.

"Oh yeah. It's a little hot." Davi said, cleaning her nails.

"It's like you heated it in the fucking sun!"

"Nah. More like pulled it out of a volcano's flaming asshole while wearing incombustible armor, like some righteous knight on a mission for the most broiling chocolaty beverage in the whole fucking kingdom of Wonkaland that Willy Wonka started after he got reported for having a bunch of kids pretty much fucking murdered in his old factory, so now those little Oompa-Loompa dudes have to work without pay while sacrificing Oompa-Loompa virgins into the chocolate volcano so that it doesn't spray scalding cocoa all over them while King Wonka just sits on his ass all day, fucking chocolate sex dolls in his spare time. I had to take them all down to get the hottest cocoa for the hottest girlfriend."

She kissed your cheek.

"That's the longest single sentence I think I've ever heard."

"Fuck yeah. New high score."

Davi reached out and put an arm around you. She drew you close to her.

"You look cute in my flannel."

You waited for the dirty followup comment, but it didn't happen. What did happen was that Davi scooped you into her lap and played with your hair.

"Your hair's pretty fly today," she said. "Soft, smells nice, attractive..."

"You know what else is attractive?"

A dusting of pink appeared on Davi's cheeks.

"What?"

"Tracer from Overwatch."

The smile was wiped clean off Davi's face and she stared at you.

"Oh my God, I walked right the fuck into that, didn't I?"

You laughed.

"But seriously, do you wanna play right now?"

"Uh... sure. I call Genji!"

~~~~~

When you both decided you needed to turn off the game before one or both of you broke the controllers, the sun was beginning to set. It cast fiery orange beams through the windows and gave the room a cozy aura. The hot cocoa was gone, now warming up your bellies.

When the tv screen went dark, you sighed and lay your head on Davi's shoulder.

"Well," Davi said, adjusting her shades. "Good match. Except for that one douchebag who kept waiting right outside the starting point to kill anyone who came through the doorway."

"Yeah. What a dick," you said in a dreamy sounding voice.

"You okay, boo?"

"Mm-hm," you blinked sleepily.

"Ooookay. Let's just get you up to bed before you go comatose. Also, brush your teeth. I don't wanna wake up to breath that smells like 400 year old chocolate."

"M'kay."

When you got into bed, Davi turned over to face you.

"You're sexy when you're all half-asleep like that," she said, a playful smirk on her lips.

"Okay. G'night, my knight in shining incombustible armor." You knew what Davi was trying to do, and you still weren't in the mood. You were just too tired.

Your eyes had already closed before Davi even turned off the light. If they had been open, you would've seen Davi give you the most loving smile she had ever given anyone. She reached over, turned off the light, and threw an arm over you, clutching you close.

You were already asleep when Davi mumbled into your hair, "G'night, (Name). The hottest girlfriend who deserves the best cocoa."

Davi hated winter days with a vehement passion, while you were the opposite. One thing she did enjoy, however, were the cuddles that ensued as a result. Because you kept her warm.