Dave Strider X Reader Lemon
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"Dave stride " I say in my mind looking at him in class "I would love to see him without clothes " I think of a dirty picture of him naked. The young strider turns around and looks at me. We lock eyes and quickly looked away from each other.
(time skip to Karkat throwing up the middle finger at Eridan in the last few minutes of class)
"WHAT THE FUCK ZACH! " I yell at my boyfriend
"I swear to god I did not do it. "
"OK you're not fucking Chelsea. I'M SORRY BUT I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU !!!"
"THIS IS YOUR SECOND TIME! IM DONE! "
I run to the door only to get my wrist grabbed by Zach.
"please don't leave me (y/n)." he begged
"BYE ZACK! "
i kick him back forcing him to crash into a desk as I slam the door shut. I run down the hallway towards the bath room with tears streaming down my soft pail skin. I make a turn and crash into Dave.
"I'm sorry. " I get up as Dave does the same. Seeing my tears hit the floor he grabs my hand and pulls me into his arms.
"it's OK. "
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