homestuck x reader

dave x reader

today was the day. he was going to meet you in the quiet and beautiful small town library in this quiet texas town. every girl at school fawned over the blonde. dave strider.

it had been a rainy morning, a soft windbraker draped over your shoulders as you walked out of class. the coolest guy in school, strider, approached you outside of the algebra room.

you were suspicious, narrowing your eyes and staring at him. "hey, ____ right?" he said. you nodded a bit with a still suspicious look on your face. "can I talk to you?" he asked.

you crinkled up your eyebrows but nodded, letting him lead you away to a bit quieter side of the hallway. "kay so I need your help" his voice was slightly less smooth than normal. you tried not to think too hard about why you knew that but whatever.

dammit you are zoning out again. no. bad. focus. you come back into the picture at about the time that he seems to be asking you to tutor him. you said yes of course, seeing an oppertunity to rub it in his smug little face.

back in the present, you waited almost anxiously for him to show up at the library. you almost wanted to phycoanalize him. what made him so likeable to other people? you didn't know.

after he showed up, the two of you sat in a window box and studied for a good hour. you would have kept going if it wasnt for him bitching and groaning about his brain hurting.

since you couldn't get anymore study time out of him, the two of you went up one tower of the library, hunting for the weirdest book there. you stood at the top, looking out of one of the huge bay windows until you forgot he was there.

he took said oppertunity to sneak up behind you and tickle the living shit out of you. you squeal and laugh, earning a "shhhh" from a few passing librarians.

embaressed, you go back to the window, blushing softly. the blonde notices, running a soft hand down your jawline as he looks at you. "you look really pretty when you blush" he said.

you just blush harder, causing him to laugh before remembering the shooshing old ladies. the two of you sit in the window seat playfully flirting back and forth, laughing at yourselves as you hear how ridiculous you are.

that night in bed, you lay there. thinking about none other than dave strider.