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Pay Attention to Me! [Male!Reader/Dave]

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Dave was in one of his “moods” again. And by moods, I mean he was being a total bitch. However, you can’t really blame him; he was kind of shooting down some mad zombies.

“Hey, Dave, can I steal some of your apple juice?” (Name) questioned his boyfriend of one year as he dug through the fridge, aiming to take the apple juice regardless of what Dave’s answer would be.  A quiet snort was heard from the living room of the apartment.

“Maybe if you asked a little fuckin’ nicer,” He grumbled quietly, slouching heavily into the cushions of the couch as his red eyes remained locked onto the screen. Dave cursed quietly as a hunter jumped on his character. Fuckin’ zombies…

(Name) huffed and took a bottle from the fridge. “You should really organize the fridge, or something,” he said as he popped the cap off of the sweet liquid’s container. “It’s super fucking confusing in there, like, you could probably find Narnia if you tried.” (Name) hoped to get a chuckle or even a smirk out of the young Strider, but got nothing more than a scoff in response.

“Well if you’re gonna be so OCD about it, why don’t you just go and clean it?”

(Name) furrowed his brows together as he glared lamely at the younger Strider. “Y’know, I thought we were gonna hang out today. Like, do coupley things like watch a movie or play games together?” You see the emphasis there? Can you imagine how (Name) emphasized that emphasis? Well, apparently Dave didn’t hear it through the horrid screeches and screams of the hungry dead.

“Ain’t got time; promised John I’d play for a bit.” His gaze never broke from the TV’s hypnotizing flashes of colours as his tone slowly grew more aggravated. “Sorry, babe.”

(Name)pursed his lips, shrugged, and turned. He made his way down the hallway until he met Dave’s older brother’s room, pushed the door open, and did a running-jump face plant into the bed. Dirk simply glanced at the now-groaning teen, not even wondering what was going on, since he knew (Name) would tell him anyway.

“Oh my God your brother is fucking impossible.” Okay, now that got Dirk’s attention. He hummed in thought as he continued to work on some new mixes, pretending that he wasn’t totally freaking out about (Name) and Dave’s relationship status.

“What did the little man do this time?” Yeah, stay cool and collected. Don’t even worry about this, Bro, you got this.

(Name) sighed into the sheets. “I totally thought we were gonna like… do things today!” The teen pulled his head out of the sheets and placed himself on the elder Strider’s bed to continue his fruitless rant. “So, like, I brought my guitar over and I, like, brought a game over and shit… but no; Dave’s just sitting in the front room, playing Left 4 Dead with John-fucking-Egbert!” Cue another face-plant and groan combo.

Dirk sat quietly for a second. “Just grow a pair and call the little shit out on it, (Name). Trust me; confrontation scares the fuck out of him. Or, if you lack the ability to grow some, then just go all drama-queen on his ass and do something about it.”

(Name) considered this for a second. Alright, he would definitely call Dave out and be super dramatic while doing so. A small, yet devious, smile bloomed on (Name)’s face. “Thanks, Dirk!” He called before half-bounding, half-tripping out of the room.

Orange eyes watch behind tinted lenses as the teen left his room. “Huh, that weird little shit.”

(Name) located and slipped on his checkered hoodie before slipping his acoustic guitar onto his slim back. He tip-toed towards the door, trying to make it look like he was attempting to leave un-detected, and tried his best to slip on his black converse successfully.

“Hey, (Name), where the hell are you going?” Dave asked as his eyes flickered to his boyfriend and then back to the TV. “Gonna go play in the streets for some homeless guys or somethin’?”

(Name) chuckled somewhat coldly at Dave’s ironic remark as he slipped on his second converse ungracefully. “Well, they would probably appreciate my presence more than you right now, no?” The teen reached for the door handle, but stopped when he realized he forgot his beanie. He turned around, only to be met with a pair of smoldering red eyes.

(Name) blinked innocently before moving around Dave to grab the black beanie that lay all by its lonesome on the kitchen counter. Oh wait, (Name)’s favourite game was beside it. Never mind. It wasn’t so lonely after all.

“And what do you mean by that?” Dave asked skeptically as (Name) got his possessions. The (h/c) male shrugged slowly.

“Well, you’re obviously more infatuated with Johnny than you are with me so… I guess it’d be better if I left, right?” (Name) said as he played with his lip ring a little bit. “So, yeah, seeya!”

As (Name) opened the door to exit the apartment, Dave growled lightly and pushed it closed, making his boyfriend blink in mock surprise before staring at him dumbly. “I’m not infatuated with Egderp, (Name). It’s just the zombies!”

“That’s not much better, Dave! You’re pretty much saying you find a rabid zombie more appealing than me! Jeepers, I’m no relationship expert, but I don’t think that’s a good sign…” (Name) pouted and looked at the opposing teen almost sadly. “I mean, if this keeps up, I might have get Rose to use some wicked voodoo to change me into a flesh-eating badass. Maybe then we can actually do things with each other!”

Suddenly, the guitar was slipped from (Name)’s shoulders and half-tossed, half-placed on the ground. Before the guitarist could yell at Dave for being so mean to his precious guitar, he was pushed into the wall and Dave’s lips were on his.

(Name)’s cheeks heated up and he suddenly felt like he was on fire as Dave pressed harder into the kiss. The smaller male gasped quietly as the blonde bit down on his bottom lip harshly, almost drawing blood, and took the opportunity to push his tongue into the other’s mouth. A breathy moan escaped (Name)’s throat as Dave’s hips ground against his own, effectively turning him on slightly and causing his back and hips to arch off of the wall.

“Condoms are in the cabinet,” A smirking Dirk stated as he walked into the kitchen to get some orange soda.

Dave backed right off of (Name) when he heard the voice of his bro. “Oh my God, Bro, we’re fucking eighteen!”

“Exactly; you’re fucking eighteen. You’re eighteen and fucking. I get it. Condoms. Cabinet. Good luck.” Bro said before walking away and back into his room, a bottle of carbonated orange juice is his hand. Loud music followed the door slamming, the bass lightly shaking the entirety of the apartment.

Dave sighed and looked back at (Name). “God, Bro is so perverse.” Oh, wait, hold on a sec here. Dave stared at his boyfriend, suddenly unable to register what the sultry look that graced (Name)’s features meant.

“Well,” he pulled Dave closer by the collar of his shirt, “at least we have something fun to do now…” (Name) licked his lips, causing a delightful shiver to race down the blonde’s spine.

“… Bro said the cabinet, right.”

“Yup.”
So this has been sitting in my computer for a while. And now it's here. So yuh.

I don't really know if this deserves a warning? Omg, the warning system makes me feel like poop, 'cause I feel like I should put a warning on but augh. I don't even know, people.

So yuh, I don't know why, but I really like the thought of Dave being with a dude. Don't even ask. Just. Reader-tan is a dude in this. So we're good. Or whatever.

Well, I tried to do a one-shot for this, but I might kind of make more one-shots about male!reader and Dave, but I'm not sure. Would you guys like that? D'ya want that? Would that be cool? Yes? No? Okay.

Well, yeah. I don't own Dave, Dirk or you. Okay. It makes me sad, but it's true, guys.
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InsecureRainbow's avatar
Am I the only guy reading this haha, this was good though!