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It was one of yours and Dave's "lazy days".

More like he pretty much crashed at your place at 1 a.m in the morning and now both of you are too tired to move.

So here you were just sitting on your bed staring at your walls that were covered in posters with Lights and Paramore. Everywhere.

Seeing as this wasn't getting you guys anywhere , you turned to Dave, heavily lifted your arm and grasped the Striders shades; hey, you were a curious chick. Unfortunately with Dave's fast reflexes he snatched your wrist faster then you could even process what time it was.

"____. No."

"Dave, I've known you for like, ever. Just let me see." You blew a strand of hair from your eyes.

"No way man. These glorious eyes are too much for you." Dave smirked, breathing out a single syllable chuckle.

"Daaaaaavvvveeeeeee. What's the worst that could happen?" you whined. Dave turned his head to you slowly.

He said in a low but smooth voice; "your ovaries would explode."

You frowned before rolling your eyes.

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Now, let me see. No ones around but us." you huffed.

You and the Strider stared at each other for a minute before Dave decided to smoothly face plant himself into your covers.

"Dave what the hell are you doing?" you hissed really wanting to kick him right now.

"Dave is not here right now for he is too tired and too cool to talk to you leave a message after the tone." He lifted his arm up and flipped you the bird.

"beep."

Your eye twitched as you stared at him before grabbing the closest smuppet (that his bro gave you for you b-day) and whacked him over the head with.

"Oh hell no, Strider! Playing dumb isn't working out for me this time, get up." you demanded. As expected, he ignored your order.

"No way dude, this bounty washed blanket is practically begging for my face to be embedded in it. It's literally swooning and sighing saying 'oh mister strider~ please don't leave me~' oh well, ____ can't argue with the blanket you know. That's just uncool."

You rolled your eyes. You could never understand his way of thinking yet for some reason it amused you.

"Wow, yeah okay. You'd rather talk to a blanket then an actual human. Real cool Dave."

Dave turned his head to you.

"_____. Apologize."

You looked down at him giving the most twisted 'the fuck' face ever created.

"For what? Hey man if your face hurts don't blame me. You're the one who face-planted with glasses on--"

"Not to me. To Miss Bounty."

You shook your head. Did you just hear him right? Who the fuck was miss-- wait.

"The blanket?"

"She's more then just a blanket, ____."

"Dave--"

"She could have a soul."

"Dave I don--"

"A heart that beats like drums."

"For fuck sakes, Dave li-"

"What if she wanted to be a normal girl? What if she wanted to live out her days as something more than a blanket? To dance on Broadway and see the stars? What if she wanted to get married to Justin  Biebe--MMPH."

Suddenly, a smuppet was jammed into the rambling mouth of Dave Strider. (Yeah, bro gave you more then one. )

Your face bared a dark glare.

"Rule one of this room; never. Mention. That. Little. Bitch." you growled. Dave spat out the smuppet before laughing lightly.

"Haha, god you're fun to tease." he chuckled turning on his back and staring at your ceiling.

You muttered something in random Spanish before laying down next to Dave and snuggling with a scalemate plush that an old friend gave you.

Before you knew it, Dave rolled over having half of his body 'whompped' overtop of you leaving you confused as fuck.

"Seriously?!?!" you screeched trying to pry off his heavy ass body. You felt Dave chuckle before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest.

"Ah, you're such a cuddly being, ____. I just might take you home as my new pillow." he sighed nuzzling into your locks. You scowled at nothing as your face glowed a bright red.

"…can I be the pillow that you don't make out with?"

"No promises, ___."
I dunno what I wrote.

.___.

Hehe, yeah. Dave is probably OOC.

;~; Sorry. But hey! I tried therefor you cannot judge.

...or something.

I'm terrible at quoting shit. xDD

Can't say I didn't warn you about the Dave X Reader insert coming up~

Since I'm going to be working on part 2s of "The Gift of a Troll" thingy, I thought I'd write something quickly before heading off to bed. 8D

So here's you and lazy dave~

Have fun~

If you enjoyed; Fave & Comment plz~

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Disclaimer

Homestuck/ Dave Strider / Smuppets - Andrew Hussie

Story Line belongs to me~

Picture belongs to the wonderful ~naanan

and you belong to Dave because it's Dave.

No objections.

No if's and's or but's.

It's final.

Caw Caw motherfucker.

<3
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:iconassyria888:
Assyria888 Apr 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Moar!
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Jeansbunny Mar 22, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The story and the disclaimer... OMFG X,D
First I cried because of a sadstuck, now because of how funny is this!
Jegus
This
is awesome
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:iconfangirlofawesomness:
awwwwwwwwww. this just made my day. thank you, so much author-chan
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ArtisticallyDerpy Mar 17, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
 You're welcome c:
I'm glad you liked it 
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Noonetakesmycookies Mar 1, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm gonna do that to my friends someday.
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5lissalou11 Feb 25, 2014  New member
good story :3-
wait
he makes no promises...?
o-o
...
-runs off for dear life-

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:iconxmzv:
*Is imagining Dave making out with a plump, white, fluffy pillow* owo
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HappyKawaiiEmma Feb 3, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Spellcheck does some weird shiz to caw caw.... 
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HappyKawaiiEmma Feb 3, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Case cafe! Omg! I  story! 
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