Summer Heat ( Dave Strider x Reader )

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heyyyyyyyyyyyy

so uh first story

hope ya like :3

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"God Fuckin dammit" you groan and splatter yourself across the ground. Cursing and mumbling under your breath. As your buddy, pal, brochacho, amigo, totallynotcrush, pats your his blank expression there as always. "Why did we /ever/ choose to hang you today" you an and roll over looking at the ceiling

"Your idea just popping up on Pesterchum, nagging about how we never really had some bro time, and just typically screaming the words "WE SHOULD HANG OUT ON THE HOTTEST FUCKIN DAY OF SUMMER IN TEXAS" insert smily emoticon" the Strider kid rambled p, and you looked over at the fan "turn that shit up" you nudge him trying your best effort to make a puppy dog face, but the Blonde seemed to be 'too cool' to even show a freaking expression.

"How 'bout you get off your ass and do it your self (y/n)" he raised a brow his stoic expression astonishingly not breaking fragment. You groan and just tackle him, knowing it would just increase the heat but fuck it. " yo, careful with the shades (n/n) " he scoffed as he fell backwards, just staring up at you like 'really? Are you three fucking years old?'

The heat, like you knew, got worse. It showed harshly Dave was sweating the slightest from his forehead. Your hands were all sticky. "Oh wao cool kid actually sweats" you scoff. "If David Tennant sweats so can I" he protested, the cool kid facade vanishing the slightest. "Ten doesn't sweat" you protest back your hands still holding his just to make sure he doesn't try anything. "What's the liquid that drips from the mans forehead then? Huh, (l/n)?" " those are little regenerating drops that tell you when your losing regeneration power" you state as matter of factly.

He rolled his eyes, or at least it seemed like he did. Damn those shades blocking his eyes. You could tell from his body movements he was becoming irritated with the heat. He pushed you off, and you fell on your butt like a dork. "That's it yo, if this Strider is gonna keep his cool he needs to feel cool" he stated a bit irritated and just took off his shirt leaving himself in his underwear. Yeah you two were that close.

Dave was fucking ripped. Muscles and a few scars from him and his Bros striffing battles. "Fucking shitty swords" he would say when he lost. Typically every time. A small blush dusted you cheeks and he smirked that cocky Strider smirk. "Like what you see (n/n)?" He cooed his smirk lingering. "Fuck you"

"Yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you?"

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DAVE STRIDER BELONGS TO ANDREW HUSSIE

YOU BELONG TO YOU

<3 BYE