Dave x Reader-Sleep Time! *Oneshot*Dave x Reader-Sleep Time! *Oneshot* by JohnEgbertTheDerp
You bang your fists against the door once and then twist the knob. Already knowing it's open you walk in. As usual, shit is going down in the Strider House.
You carefully step around the clutter of smuppets and other assortment of Strider things. You say a quick hello to Dirk, he probably couldn't hear you because of the screaming television. You hear rustling in the kitchen and do the smart thing, run up to Dave's room. You don't bother to knock, you just waltz right in. As you guessed Dave's not there. But your not upset, at the moment you didn't give a shit about Dave.
You see the prized treasure. The thing that drives you to the shitty and messy apartment every day possible...his bed. Oh, so many memories in that bed.
Now this is not related to anything sexual... it is just the most plush and comfortable bed you have ever slept on. You kick off your red converse shoes you "stole" from Dave. He has a horde so he has managed since you took them. You dive under the
Let Her Go [One-Sided!Dirk x Reader]Let Her Go [One-Sided!Dirk x Reader] by NatsNeko
\\Staring at the bottom of your glass. Hoping one day you'll make a dream last. But dreams come slow and they go so fast.\\
Letting another shot slide down his throat like sweet honey, Dirk Strider placed the small glass back down on the counter and sighed. Jake was playing bartender for the night at Rose’s small club, and he stared at his friend dubiously. “Want another?”
“Come off it, Mr. Strider. You’ve had enough.”
“Not enough to rip roaring drunk, Jake. Gimme another.”
“You shouldn’t need to get drunk. Some company will get at you soon. You just have to give it time. Your rhymes are good.”
“If you don’t pour me another shot, I’m taking the fucking bottle and drinking it right here. Rose knows I’ll pay her for it too.”
Jake sighed, but eventually poured Dirk another shot of the hard liquor. “You know, if [Name] were here-”
“Well she isn’