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Fleeting
For the first time in a really long time, you finally take a step into Dave Strider's room. Breathing in, you can still make out his musk, intertwined with a trace of fragrance you can't quite place. With each second you spend in the ghost of his presence, the more you wanted to just disappear into the void.
It hurts. The reality of never being able to be with the red-eyed dork hurts.
Sometimes, even the fact that you're still drawing breath is painful, because you knew that he never will. He's too, you know, busy being six feet underground and, well, dead. More than anything, though, it's the idea of needing to let go.
You don't want to. You can't. Dave Strider was your life, and you were his. So, the moment he bled out, you might as well have died with him. But you have to, if you want to keep the last bit of sanity you have left.
Wordlessly, you bury yourself in his sheets. You inhale his scent like a necessity, knowing well that there would come a day that it'll all be gone - Just like him.
That night, you cried yourself to sleep.
[END]
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Blood Red Kisses {Vampire!Dave x Reader}
Oh goodness, the hype for Halloween was one you enjoyed thoroughly. It was your favourite holiday, your favourite month! Because let’s face it all of October is Halloween. Don’t even try to hide it. One party you attended every year was the Strider’s Annual Halloween Party Palooza! They had to add palooza to be ironic apparently. Twirling in front of the mirror to admire your stylish costume once more, you grinned you always had to have a different outfit each year.
Last year you were a pirate. A pretty hot pirate if you did say so yourself, but this year you decided to go for something classic, a vampire! Well, the vampir
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Dave x Reader: One shot
Dave x reader
“Miss ___?” your teacher says. You look up from the picture you were currently doodling in your notebook. Right now you are in your 3rd period witch so happens to be Spanish. Your teacher, Mrs. Laverdy, points at the board. “How do you say artistic if you were talking to a girl?” she asks. You sigh and sit up.
“Artística.” You say. Your teacher frowns, obviously wanting you to get it wrong.
“Alright class, today you will be working with the people behind you. You both will make a monster, labeling 10 body parts and 5 clothes in Spanish. This will be due next Thursday. You have
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chance [dave strider x reader]
Red lights flickered around the dance floor, as you watched your ex-boyfriend dance with another girl. He probably thought the first time he saw you that you were beautiful and kind, but now the whole school knew you two broke up. Only because of the new girl in town (name you hate) - long blond hair, thin waist and big breasts, tith gap and tons of make-up. Weah every girl wanted to be like her - even still a teen she's one of Victoria's secret angels, rich parents, house like a castle and brother football player. Everything a girl wanted.
But not you.
You only wanted a happy life. Weah, sometimes you fight with your parents but they still
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lmao. what did i do
((Dead Dave drabble is what))
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