Suburbia Gone, Dirk x Reader x Dave (DISCONTINUED FOREVER THANK GOD)

No lemooooon :333

AN/ I decided that all lemons will be fillers so others can enjoy the story without the "scenes".

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There is no lemon BTW in this chapter :)

You were too drunk to remember anything but then-

Well , you read it.

Thanks for reading my fan fiction ;333

I appreciate it UuU

... Also , I type this on my phone , sorry if their are any mistakes .

-Luma

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First , everything was blurred.

You lay down for a minute staring at the ceiling.

Then, clarity.

Your vision clears and your head pulse madly ad you take in your surroundings. F§CK.

A half naked Dave strider is sitting in bed with you , HOT DAYUM.

You look around. You appear to be back in Kanaya's dress room (you went down some stairs) due to the mountains of categorized dresses. You are also in a sofa bed. Tilting your head to the side , you poke Dave's cheek.

Nothing.

His chest rises and falls with pace of his breath.

F^ck that guy.

Your hand sweeps across his chest , finding a red gear symbol tattooed by his heart.

He is one beautiful douchebag.

You get out the sofa bed and tuck the sheets neatly back in. You only then realize all you are wearing are black leggings, which means he must have seen your-

Oh FUDGE

OH FUDGE OH FUDGE

OHFUDGEOHFUDGEOHFUDGEOHHHFUUDGE!

In a flurry of movements , you shove Dave off the bed , not giving a fudge whether he wakes in the moment. You pull the bed covers off. A clean white scrunched sheet is revealed , you check for blood.

Nothing

You let out a breath of relief.

"what The actual f*ck (fn)?!?!". Dave rubs his head with back of his hand , his cool kid act diminishing for a moment. "Don't care" you murmur and grab a sheet from the bed. He won't see you like this again. Not now. Not ever.

"Whatever" he lips , then grabs a red hoodie from beside the sofa bad and disappears up a flight of stairs.

"Jerk!" You yell , just for good measure.

Now you need some clothes. A pair of shorts and a hoodie with a half colored heart lie crumpled in a corner. "Another one of Kanaya's fashion victims" you think as you grab the hoodie and the shorts. Soon after you are changed , you follow the same staircase that Dave went up .

"AUGh"

Your face crashes into a sturdy object. You go down a step and rub your eyes then look up.

You just bumped into a shirtless guys bare chest.

A hot shirtless guys chest.

You start stammering out an apology .

,

"I'm so sorry"

"No , its okay"

The man and you both stare awkwardly at each other for a moment , then chuckle.

"I'm Dirk and you are wearing my hoodie."

Dirk ... He looks familiar ...

A bit like Dave , but more muscular plus , he has wicked cool anime shades.

In the spur of the moment he whips off the hoodie before you can warn him. Dirks eyes widen and he panics. "I am so fucking sorry , I did not know you didn't have a -"

"No , its okay ."you shrug and turn around to walk down. He grabs you by the shoulder and murmurs "wait" then presses a crumpled piece of paper into your hand . You smile and head down again , looking for your outfit that Kanaya possibly burnt. At last , you find a crumpled floral shirt and jeans lying in a corner. You change into your clothes and head outside the club. Johns waiting for you his smile widening as you walk towards him. "Guess what (FN) , I just got a text from Meenah saying we could all stay here if you want? Isn't that great!?" Your eyes widen and your mouth opens in horror.

NO.

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Hi , Luma here.

Sorry this is such a late and crappy chapter.

:P

Otherwise ,yeah.

*ABSCONDS*