David dearest dave strider x reader

You sat together on the couch, the sound of the tv fading into the background as you stared off into space. Not much ran  through your head, just the noise of the tv going in through one ear, looping once or twice around then out through the other. Dave noticed your glazed over look, but didnt say anything as he didn't really know how to do... that sort of thing. So he opted for toeing at your side with his grimy socks. Taking you out of your headspace, you squirmed away from whatever just touched your side, and looked at it. Upon realizing it was his nasty ass foot, you swatted at the offending appendage.

"Yo wtf get your nasty ass feet away from me" shooting a glare his way for extra effect, earning only a shrug and an obnoxious slurp from his practically empty juice box, that he'd been mostly chewing the straw of more than actually drinking from. You'd be too lazy to get off the couch too if you were as comfortable as him.

Sinking further into your seat, you turned your gaze away from the idiot to your left and to the tv, actually paying attention this time. Jackass was playing, which you agreed to watch, only because you didn't have anything else in mind.

"We should film a video of our own, but i'd be filming. Not really in the mood to be on the other end of whatever pain we'd decide to inflict on each other"

Shooting a strange look his way, you held eye contact as he looked over to you. He raised an eyebrow at you, as if your perturbed look was unwarranted. Yeah, as if

"No fucking way am i going to be involved in whatever the group decides to do for a video inspired by jackass of all things" curling your lip and scrunching your nose, neither of you had looked away. You could feel the mirth in his gaze.

It was never hard to hold "eye contact" with him, the shades acting as a barricade. Which you guess was a shared appreciation, for you eye contact was uncomfortable, though you didn't really know his own reasoning behind wearing those goofy shades 24/7. You thought they made him look kind of silly, and he knew that, but even more reason to wear them, he guessed.

"Well someone has to be a victim, and it sure ain't gonna be me" keeping an eyebrow raised, he waited for your reply

You just stared at him, not surprised he decided YOU should be the victim. Asshole

"Yeah, no."

Returning your attention back to the tv, you immediately regret it as you see someone's bare ass painted green poking through a makeshift grass ground model with fake little trees surrounding it. You shield your eyes from what comes next, not wanting to know

"Of course you of all people are a watcher of this show"

"You say as if this isn't one of your favorite shows"

You toss your own noncommittal shrug his way

"So now that the small talk is out of the way, what's on your mind? You keep staring off into space and its buggin' me out" shifting his body so his back is resting against the arm of the couch, he lays his calves on your thighs

Pinching the top of his foot, earning you a kick to the thigh, you push at his legs quickly, unsuccessful as he just plants them right back onto your lap. Huffing. You purse your lips, shrugging

"I don't really know where to start. I just kind of want to chill, if that's okay with you oh beloved therapist"

He gives you another shrug of his own "valid, i guess" he tosses his juice box across the room into the trash can in the kitchen without sparing it a second glance. How badass

Taking the blanket off of your legs, pushing his own away, you shove at his legs so his feet land on the floor. Ignoring his confusion for a second, you adjust yourself so you're leaning on his side, laying your head on his shoulder. He looks surprised for a second, but he quickly adjusts his glasses and wraps his arm loosely around the back of the couch behind you. You don't have to look up to know he's blushing a bit, as he usually does whenever you show affection. You find it cute, and take pride in the fact you can get THE Dave strider flustered. What a loser. He's so silly