“What do you think about marriage?”
The apple juice shoots up your noise as you choke, bending over to cough. His question is random, highly unexpected; Dave has never mentioned the future between you two, the only talk about anything “future” like is your debates on what Trump’s next fuck up will be, or how much longer it will be until John finally caves and tastes the juice-or-piss bottle stashed in his closet.
Your boyfriend has never once talked about something so serious, and while it had discouraged you a bit, you always thought Dave would continue to just live in the moment with you.
The room is
It started off as a joke, you swear.
You and your friends thought it would be hilarious to request the “cutest delivery boy” when ordering pizza. You all figured the place would shake their heads and send out whoever was available, that it wouldn’t be taken seriously.
But damn did your Papa John’s deliver (and not just the pizza).
When you opened the door, trying to sedate your giggles as well as your friends, you didn’t expect to come face to face with probably THE cutest boy you had ever seen. The smug smirk on his freckled face didn’t deter that deduction (even though it should’ve).
You dreamt of this rooftop often.
It over looked a city, somewhere in texas maybe. You didn’t recognize it, but it felt like the location was common knowledge. The city itself, was colored by a reddish-orange veil; the heat haze on the edges shimmering distortedly.
It was a bland rooftop, not much decorating besides the tall tower in one corner. It had no fence, and you think that should scare you. It didn’t.
You sat against the edge often, legs swinging against the brick as your (length) hair fluttered in the humid wind. You felt safe here, besides the long drop below you, like you were wrapped in a blanket next the f
Airplane (DJ!Dave x Youtuber!Reader) Pt. 1 by wartornTadpole, literature
Literature
Airplane (DJ!Dave x Youtuber!Reader) Pt. 1
A/N: Hello? Oh! Hi! I'm Tadpole and I just wanna say that reader just went through a breakup before they recorded the cover, so that's why their voice sounds so hurt to lil' David. Anyways, thanks for reading!!! Also this will probably be a three or four parter! You can request things from me by just messaging me or commenting on one of my journal entries for requests! (I only do Homestuck because thats all that I'm good at ;-; ) Also you both are post-sburb and are on Earth-C cuz yay. Also reader may or may not have depression... *coughs* anyways, enjoy!Scrolling through his recommended feed, this was where Dave first found you. Clicking on
Dave Strider x Reader PART 1 by Vincebae, literature
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Dave Strider x Reader PART 1
Closing the door behind you, you readjusted your backpack and started down the sidewalk towards your school in the distance. There were barely any cars out now, they wouldn’t be out until much later when sensible people would wake up.
Unfortunately for you, the school system is by no means sensible. Your schedule for school was getting up at 6am, leaving for the bus around 6:40am, and not getting home until 4pm.
You were confident though, since this was the last semester of your senior year. Everything you needed for this last year; your senior pictures (which looked awful in your opinion, but don’t tell that to your
Tutoring (punkish! Dave x shy! male! reader) by QueenOfTheWoods, literature
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Tutoring (punkish! Dave x shy! male! reader)
Every day, at least one fight took place at your school. The teachers did what they could to try to stop it, but as the years went by, their agenda turned from 'protect these kids and train those beautiful young minds into something wonderful so that if one of them becomes famous, I can live somewhat vicariously through them' into 'Step 1: teach kids shit. Step 2: go home and sleep off the hangover'.
You did your best to avoid the gangs in your school. No point getting mixed up in something that was gonna turn into some kind of West Side Story bullshit minus the romance, you thought. Since freshman year, you steered clear of anyone who was i
Winter days (fem! Dave x reader) by QueenOfTheWoods, literature
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Winter days (fem! Dave x reader)
(A/N: there isn't enough fem Dirk or fem Dave fanfiction that I can find so I decided to make my own)
You loved the snow. There could never be enough of it in your opinion.
So, when you woke up one January morning, peered out of your window and was nearly blinded by the white wonderland that met your eyes, you were ecstatic. You immediately raced out the door and (despite wearing only two thin layers of clothes) dove into a pile of snow. You quickly ran back in, squealing from the snow that had flown down your shirt. It was so beautiful outside, you felt slightly bad about leaving a body imprint in the snow on your front lawn.
Your girlfri
Halloween (Dave x reader) by QueenOfTheWoods, literature
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Halloween (Dave x reader)
You couldn't believe it. Dave had fallen asleep during the Babadook. His head lolled back and his breathing was slow. He snored a little. Ever so slowly, his body was beginning to slump over. You turned off the tv just as he completely fell over, his head on your lap.
As gently as you could, your removed his shades and set them on the side table. You stroked his hair absently. You wondered if he wanted to trick-or-treat this year. Or was he going to say that he was too cool for it again and spend the rest of the night staring down at the people on the street with envy AGAIN?
You supposed Dave tried too hard to be cool sometimes. He could co
Pardon Me
He is We - Pardon Me
Dave Strider x Male!Reader
Songfic, Songstuck, Schoolstuck
Reader's Pov
Pardon me for my lack of excitement,
But I'm not entirely thrilled.
It's always the same. Walking through the halls, attempting to blend in as much as possible. I'd never want to be the center of attention or anything like that. Unfortunately, the cool kids of the school have other plans for me..
Especially him.. Dave Strider.
He always comes up and attempts to strike up a conversation, god knows why. It could be because I'm the only kid in school who's out of the closet, woo..
Stutter when I talk,
Flail around as I walk,
Yeah the momen