Dave Strider x Female!Reader
Halloween Haunted House
Y/N= your name
Y/F/N= your friends' name
Y/F/C= your favorite color
I think that's it... Read on!
(by the way, Dave is totally OOC in this)
"Y/N..." Dave groaned. He's been doing this ever since we passed by the Haunted House. Y/F/N shot me a glare and I held my hands up in mock defense.
"Dave." I said.
"Whaaaat?" He groaned again. His cool guy demeanor was gone by now.
"Let's just hit up this house real quick, then we'll go to the Haunted House."
When he heard that, he straightened up and ran to the door. He stood there impatiently as he waited for Y/F/N and I to get there. He rang the doorbell as soon as we got there. I smoothed out my Y/F/C fairy dress. I felt pretty cute in this costume. Y/F/N helped me curl my hair and do my makeup. Y/F/N was a zombie bride, and I somehow convinced Dave to be Dean from Supernatural. He looked pretty cute with a faux hawk. The door opened and the small trio let out a defeated, "Trick or Treat." The lady looked us over and pulled a face. "Aren't you a bit old for Trick-or-Treating?" She asked in the highest, whiniest, nasally voice I've ever heard.
I narrowed my eyes. "Ma'am, 18 is a fabulous age to be trick-or-treating. More bars in more places I always say."
Y/F/N leaned over and whispered in my ear, "But isn't that the AT&T motto?" I kicked my heel back, hitting her in the shin. The snooty lady rolled her eyes at us and gave us all one dum-dum lollipop, then proceeded to slam her lovely mahogany door in our faces.
"That wasn't even worth it." I pouted. We turned around and walked towards the Haunted House. Dave quickly ran up to me. Panting and out of breath, he tried to say," So how's a 'bout that Haunted House?"
"That's where we're headed." I grinned.
Y/F/N shoved her phone back into her pocket. "I'm not. My mom wants me home, now. See ya guys." She waved and ran off.
"Phew, she was going to slow us down anyways." Dave teased. I knocked him on the head.
"Ow! Geez, sorry!" He whined.
"You baby." I teased as we walked up to the Haunted House. He stuck his tongue out. We put our candy in Dave's backpack, and then stashed it in a nearby bush.
Dave gulped when he saw the House up close.
"Are you sure, Dave?" I asked. He blinked a few times.
"Huh-what, oh yeah. I'm sure." He replied.
We opened the creaky door and stepped inside the House. The door shut behind us. Dave grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. Dave looked at me and smiled sheepishly.
"Heh, I d-don't want you to get too scared." I just went with it and smiled at him. Little did he know, I had major feelings for him. His hand in mine made it feel like a billion butterflies were fluttering around in my stomach.
We took a left and walked to the Dining Room. Chairs were knocked over and the dishes were everywhere. At the head of the table there was one chair still standing. However, a giant velvet cloth covered it. We walked up to the chair. I dropped Dave's hand for a second.
"Y-Y/N? What are you doing?" Dave asked shakily.
"Hold on." I whispered. I gripped the velvet sheet and pulled it off. I gasped at what I saw, Dave flew to my hand and hid his face in my shoulder. I looked closer at the skeleton, and saw that the price tag was still on it.
"Target: 10.94" I read.
"What kind of name is that?!" Dave cried.
"Dave, it's a price tag." I said flatly.
He lifted his face out of my shoulder.
"You friggen serious." He locked his jaw.
"Let's get out of here. This place is a rip-off." He said angrily.
He pulled us back towards the front door, but I didn't budge.
"You coming?" He asked. I looked at our entangled hands and back at him. His smile faded and he dropped his hand. He quickly spun around and speed walked out of The Dining room.
"Dave? Dave! Come back!" I ran out of the dining room to see his shoes disappear upstairs.
"Dave! Dave Elizabeth Strider, please come back here!" My voice cracked. Yes, I was crying. I ran up the stairs, but tripped over one I hadn't seen. I face planted on the top level. I laid there for a few minutes, but then pulled myself up slowly. I wiped away my tears as best as I could. I skulked through the hallway, quietly opening every door I saw. There was a door at the very end of the hallway that was ever so slightly ajar. I heard an angry voice coming from that room. I tiptoed to the door, trying to listen to the voice.
"Fucking idiot! You always mess everything up! I'm sick of this! Why couldn't I just hold her hand? Why does every girl give me that same look of disgust? What the hell am I doing wrong. Why can't I just hold Y/N? You're just in the friend zone. Only hugging her when she has had her heart broken. Why can't I hug you, Y/N? Out of love this time, though."
I pried the door open, but it let out a whine. The ranting stopped. "Y/N? Is that you?"
I stepped into the room. Dave was in the corner. His signature shades were gone, and his ruby red eyes were blood shot. He sniffled at the same time I did.
"Were you crying?" We asked at the same time. He got up and walked towards me. I hung my head, but he used his finger to tilt it back up. The next action was very unexpected. His lips were on mine. I pulled away in shock. He looked at me sadly.
"I knew it..." He sighed. He turned around to cry in his corner again, but I turned him around, stood on my tiptoes, and planted my lips on his. He was shocked at first, but he realized the full extent of what was going on and kissed back hungrily. We pulled away breathing heavily. He rested his forehead on mine. As soon as he regained his breath, his lips were on mine once more. He ran his tongue over my lower lip, but I pulled away.
"Woah-ho, Bucko. Slow down there. We've got some talking to do." I said as I waved my finger.
"Less talking, more kissing." He said in a low, seductive growl as he leaned in again.
Let's just he got to fourth base that night.