When Does It End? Dave X Reader-Insert

Chapter 11

We got to the Strider's apartment shortly after. I followed the brothers in, lost in my thoughts.

Dave pulled me out of my daze by touching my face. I instinctively flinched away.

"Sorry. Did that hurt? Your face is... really bruised." Dave frowned, upset.

I shook my head. "No. It's just reflex. It doesn't hurt." I half-lied.

He touched my face again.

After a moment, I looked down.

Bro had been watching. He cleared his throat to speak.

"Hey, kid, I'm sure you're thrilled to be free, but I need you to stay low for a while. Firstly, because we just kidnapped you. Second, cause Dave cares about you and he won't want to see you dragged off like that again. Traumatized the boy. Wouldn't stop muttering that he's gotta do somethin'." He shook his head.

I nodded. "Yes sir. Trust me, I don't want to be dragged off either." I looked up at him. "Thank you for letting me stay here."

Bro nodded and turned. He paused as if he had something to say, but he walked away.

Dave and I stood in silence. He seemed to be thinking, and I was watching him.

He spoke, slowly at first. "So.. I saved you twice now. Lois Lane would be thankful. She'd give Superman a little kiss." I knew what he was implying, and I hoped that smile meant he was just joking.

"Maybe next time." I smiled weakly.

I felt tired. Weight had been lifted off my shoulders. He must have seen this tiredness.

"C'mon." He said he put his hand on my back and left me to his room. "You can take my bed."

"Dave, no. It's your bed." I stopped in front of the bedroom door.

"You need a bed. Not a shitty futon."

"I'm not letting you sleep on a shitty futon either."

He sighed, too tired to argue. "Alright. Easy solution. We share the bed."

I think about this for a moment and slowly nod. I walk into him room and set down the backpack.

"I call little spoon." Dave joked.

"Oh, haha." I rolled my eyes. "I just wanna sleep."

He nodded. "I'll give you space if you wanna change into something comfy."

He left the room. I stretched and sat on the bed. I rummaged through the bag and pulled out shorts, clean underwear, and a t-shirt. I got changed into it, balling the dirty clothes up and shoving them to the bottom of the bag. I get up and open the door.

"So, switch?" I asked.

"Nah." Dave took off his shirt and walked past me. I looked at his skin, which was covered in scars. Some faint, some deep. Some old, some new. They were all over the place, with no order to them. "I'm already in my sleepwear." He patted his pants, which I realized were sweatpants.

He hopped onto his bed, scooting to the far side and slipping under the covers. I got into the bed next to him, laying on my side with my back to him. Immediately, I started to fall asleep. Just before I'm out, I feel Dave scoot closer. His arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled my against his chest, stirring me more awake. His body loosely followed the shape of mine. I let myself lean into him, relaxing, and fall asleep.