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----- 3 years later -----

Grabbing onto your own arm nervously, you look around the street. The sun is beginning to dim, and the first lights of the city are turning on. People hustle by you, all with their own destinations. Some find their eyes lingering on you as they walk, but you take no notice. Your own eyes are too busy searching for someone.

Your hair is done in a very classy style, making you look elegant. Decking your frame is an ever famous little black dress. A single strap number that hugs your build comfortably and defines the beauty of your figure. The hem stops at an angle just above your knees. A simple pair of black flats on your feet. You look like you belong in a movie.

Vriska and Terezi were incredibly proud of you, and in complete awe of your choice in clothing for tonight. You're not sure what kind of impression you've been giving off, but they must have assumed you weren't capable of pulling this kind of thing together.

You suppose after the way they reacted to your clothing for your first date with Dave, it makes a tiny bit of sense. You just wore a pair of your pajamas. In your defense, that date was just a movie night in with the two of you together. After watching a few of crappiest movies you two knew together, you found yourself finally starting to ease up on your nerves around Dave. The night was full of laughter, Dave's strange jokes and commentaries, and cuddling eventually.

A much calmer evening than when Dave introduced you to his bro, Dirk. That was certainly a memorable first meeting...

Smiling softly to yourself, you lean back against the side of the building. First impressions are very important. The first encounter with Dirk Strider left no doubt in your mind that he was related to Dave.

~flashback~

"(y/n), you go ahead of me. I'll be up in a minute. I'm going to call my bro and see if he's almost here." Dave said, ushering you to go ahead to his apartment.

You left him to it, and ascended the seemingly endless flights of stairs. Grabbing your spare key to the apartment, you swung it around your finger as you got to the final floor. You put the key to the lock, and opened the door. Kicking your shoes off, you entered the main room.

There was no warning. One moment you were fine, the next, you were suffocated in an avalanche of puppets. You were knocked to the floor with the sheer number of the plush rumps. All went black, and then you heard Dave's voice calling out to you.

"(y/n)? (y/n)!" Dave called in an urgent tone.

"H-help." You weakly replied, unsure of your situation.

Eventually, you were saved by Dave. Dirk apologized, tipping his pointed anime shades to you. He then explained the joke was planned for Dave. You just ended up being the lucky first person to walk into the apartment. Too amused to hold a grudge, you got along well with Dirk after that.

~end flashback~

You cover your mouth as small giggles part from your lips. It was a good memory. Something you refuse to let Dirk live down when he makes his visits.

"I must have missed the punchline, but you sound like you've heard a good joke." A masculine voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look up from your black flats.

"Dave!" You exclaim with a grin.

The Strider himself stands in front of you, clad in a black dress shirt and slacks with a red bow tie. His usual shades are in place, but tilted slightly downward. You see the rare image of his eyes. Beautiful red orbs gaze at you with a look of appreciation.

"You look amazing." Dave comments.

A light blush dusts your cheeks, and you smile.

"So do you." You reply, admiring the stark contrast of his light hair and skin against the dark of his clothes.

Dave offers a hand to you, and you gladly take it. He pulls you to him, and gives you a peck on the cheek.

"Let's go in then." Dave says, leading you to the door of the restaurant you've been waiting outside of.

You allow Dave to escort you inside, and to the table. Orders are placed, and the two of you are left to wait.

Dave is quiet. Unusually so. You see his knuckles have turned white with how tight his fists are clenched on the table. He's nervous about something.

"I ended up ordering that same drink I tried at the bar the first time you and I went out to a club together." You say, breaking the silence. "I haven't had one since that night, probably because I drank enough of them then to last a life time." You laugh.

Dave smirks, and you see his fists ease up a bit.

"You literally became attached to me the rest of the night. I don't think you let go of my arm until we got you back to your apartment. Some kind of festival of the hug monsters until you passed out. Vriska had to pry you off." Dave recalled.

You laugh, and nod. Your memory was foggy of that night, but you had no plans of letting him go. It kind of reminds you of the time he carried you home from work.

Everything was covered in snow. People tracked water into the shop. You slipped in a puddle, and twisted your ankle. Dave had you sit back in his office until the store closed. When everything was dark outside but the street lamps along the street, it was time to go home.

Your ankle was better, but you couldn't walk very well on it. Dave had you climb on his back, and he carried you home. The two of you bundled up in your coats, and you held your arms tight around him. Your head rested against his shoulder, the steam from your breathes mingling in the air as you walked along the quiet sidewalk. Neither of you spoke, admiring the peace of the night. Half way through the walk, a soft snow began to fall. Snow flakes landing on your gloved hands, the beautiful shapes captivating you.

The only thing that broke the silence of the walk was Dave. His low voice whispered softly 'I love you, (y/n).' In reply, you simply cuddled closer to him, and leaned affectionately on his shoulder with a smile.

It was the same night the two of you made love for the first time. Once you got home, Vriska and Terezi were out. The apartment was dark as Dave carried you to your bedroom. He was preparing to leave when you took his hand.

You pulled Dave to you. You kissed him, and told him how much you love him. He spread kisses all down your being. Every inch of your being filled with his love as he ran his hands along your soft skin. The cold of the world outside disappeared as the two of you were doused in a passion filled heat. A lusting, and admiration, and wanting to finally make that step together.

You remove yourself from your day dreaming, and try to pursue more conversation with Dave. The two of you finish dinner, and make your way back to his apartment.

His apartment was a cozy second home for you. You had a few of your own clothes there, and a toothbrush in his bathroom. Your own CD's piled next to his on occasion. Cups of apple juice with your spit on the rim sitting next to his on his turn tables.

The two of you ditch your shoes at the door. You glide into the living room, heading towards his bedroom for a pair of lounging clothes.

"(y/n)." Dave calls out in a soft voice.

You stop and turn, curious as to why he's so quiet. Seeing him before you, makes your heart skip a beat.

The usual shades are set aside on a coffee table. Dave's hands are white with tension again, and his posture is stiff. His eyes show fear, and sorrow.

"What's wrong?" You ask, slight worry in your tone.

"I need to tell you something." Dave says. "(y/n), I'm...fuck. I'm going to...fucking damn it!" Dave curses, eyes narrowing as he grits his teeth in anger.

"Dave, what do you need to tell me?" You ask, anxiety starting to twist your stomach.

"I-I'm going to California." Dave finally manages to spit out. "For my music."

You aren't sure how to respond, and remain silent. That's all the way across the country. California.

Dave has always been so passionate about his music. His skills with the turn tables, and lyrics. It's a subject he's shared with you since the very beginning. He's been trying to get somewhere with his stuff for so long, and now he's gotten something.

"I got a call from a producer a month ago. He has a chance for me there. I said yes, and I've been trying to tell you. Fuck. (y/n), I've been trying so hard to tell you sooner, and I've been so afraid."

You look down to your feet, then your eyes look around you with a sudden though. Around the room, there are taped up boxes lining the walls. Things missing from their usual spots on shelves. It hits with such a sudden shock.

"When?" You whisper.

"The day after tomorrow." Dave replies.

"How long?"

"Two years."

The final answer stabs through your gut, piercing your heart, and making your knees wobble slightly from the blast. Everything is happening so fast, and you aren't sure how to feel. You feel happy that Dave is getting this chance. Happy he can follow his dream, and do something great with his music. Pain also flows in your thoughts. Dave's going away. You can't come with him. He'll be gone for two years. You won't be able to see him every day, or talk to him at the shop.

You feel hot tears start to well up in your eyes, and you look down again.

"I'm so glad for you, Dave. I'm so glad you have this chance for your music." You finally manage to say in a weak voice.

"(y/n), I'll be gone for two years. I waited so long to tell this to you, and I feel like such an asshole. When I'm gone, I- I will understand if you want to see other people." Dave explains.

His last words strike a chord in you, and a wave of heat ripples through your body. You, seeing someone other than Dave? Does he really think you could do that like this? If he's not breaking up with you, there's no way in fucking hell he's going to get rid of you so quickly!

"Who the fuck do you think you're speaking to?" You shout, jerking Dave into attention. "What in hell makes you think I want to see anyone other than you? While waiting until last minute is fairly questionable timing, two years is not! I will wait for you, because I love you!" You cry out, bursting into tears.

"(y/n)..."

"I'm so proud of you, Dave. This is a great chance. If you still love me, then I don't see why I'd have any reason to stop loving you. I can wait for you. I'll be right here when you get back." You say, walking up to Dave and taking his hands in yours.

Dave is silent, his eyes staring into yours intently before he leans down and captures your lips. His arms envelope you, and he hugs you tight as his lips convey his love to you.

It's a similar love and passion to the kiss he gives you at the airport. The last hug and kiss meant to last for two years.

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----- 3 years later -----

Grabbing onto your own arm nervously, you look around the street. The sun is beginning to dim, and the first lights of the city are turning on. People hustle by you, all with their own destinations. Some find their eyes lingering on you as they walk, but you take no notice. Your own eyes are too busy searching for someone.

Your hair is done in a very classy style, making you look elegant. Decking your frame is an ever famous little black dress. A single strap number that hugs your build comfortably and defines the beauty of your figure. The hem stops at an angle just above your knees. A simple pair of black flats on your feet. You look like you belong in a movie.

Vriska and Terezi were incredibly proud of you, and in complete awe of your choice in clothing for tonight. You're not sure what kind of impression you've been giving off, but they must have assumed you weren't capable of pulling this kind of thing together.

You suppose after the way they reacted to your clothing for your first date with Dave, it makes a tiny bit of sense. You just wore a pair of your pajamas. In your defense, that date was just a movie night in with the two of you together. After watching a few of crappiest movies you two knew together, you found yourself finally starting to ease up on your nerves around Dave. The night was full of laughter, Dave's strange jokes and commentaries, and cuddling eventually.

A much calmer evening than when Dave introduced you to his bro, Dirk. That was certainly a memorable first meeting...

Smiling softly to yourself, you lean back against the side of the building. First impressions are very important. The first encounter with Dirk Strider left no doubt in your mind that he was related to Dave.

~flashback~

"(y/n), you go ahead of me. I'll be up in a minute. I'm going to call my bro and see if he's almost here." Dave said, ushering you to go ahead to his apartment.

You left him to it, and ascended the seemingly endless flights of stairs. Grabbing your spare key to the apartment, you swung it around your finger as you got to the final floor. You put the key to the lock, and opened the door. Kicking your shoes off, you entered the main room.

There was no warning. One moment you were fine, the next, you were suffocated in an avalanche of puppets. You were knocked to the floor with the sheer number of the plush rumps. All went black, and then you heard Dave's voice calling out to you.

"(y/n)? (y/n)!" Dave called in an urgent tone.

"H-help." You weakly replied, unsure of your situation.

Eventually, you were saved by Dave. Dirk apologized, tipping his pointed anime shades to you. He then explained the joke was planned for Dave. You just ended up being the lucky first person to walk into the apartment. Too amused to hold a grudge, you got along well with Dirk after that.

~end flashback~

You cover your mouth as small giggles part from your lips. It was a good memory. Something you refuse to let Dirk live down when he makes his visits.

"I must have missed the punchline, but you sound like you've heard a good joke." A masculine voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look up from your black flats.

"Dave!" You exclaim with a grin.

The Strider himself stands in front of you, clad in a black dress shirt and slacks with a red bow tie. His usual shades are in place, but tilted slightly downward. You see the rare image of his eyes. Beautiful red orbs gaze at you with a look of appreciation.

"You look amazing." Dave comments.

A light blush dusts your cheeks, and you smile.

"So do you." You reply, admiring the stark contrast of his light hair and skin against the dark of his clothes.

Dave offers a hand to you, and you gladly take it. He pulls you to him, and gives you a peck on the cheek.

"Let's go in then." Dave says, leading you to the door of the restaurant you've been waiting outside of.

You allow Dave to escort you inside, and to the table. Orders are placed, and the two of you are left to wait.

Dave is quiet. Unusually so. You see his knuckles have turned white with how tight his fists are clenched on the table. He's nervous about something.

"I ended up ordering that same drink I tried at the bar the first time you and I went out to a club together." You say, breaking the silence. "I haven't had one since that night, probably because I drank enough of them then to last a life time." You laugh.

Dave smirks, and you see his fists ease up a bit.

"You literally became attached to me the rest of the night. I don't think you let go of my arm until we got you back to your apartment. Some kind of festival of the hug monsters until you passed out. Vriska had to pry you off." Dave recalled.

You laugh, and nod. Your memory was foggy of that night, but you had no plans of letting him go. It kind of reminds you of the time he carried you home from work.

Everything was covered in snow. People tracked water into the shop. You slipped in a puddle, and twisted your ankle. Dave had you sit back in his office until the store closed. When everything was dark outside but the street lamps along the street, it was time to go home.

Your ankle was better, but you couldn't walk very well on it. Dave had you climb on his back, and he carried you home. The two of you bundled up in your coats, and you held your arms tight around him. Your head rested against his shoulder, the steam from your breathes mingling in the air as you walked along the quiet sidewalk. Neither of you spoke, admiring the peace of the night. Half way through the walk, a soft snow began to fall. Snow flakes landing on your gloved hands, the beautiful shapes captivating you.

The only thing that broke the silence of the walk was Dave. His low voice whispered softly 'I love you, (y/n).' In reply, you simply cuddled closer to him, and leaned affectionately on his shoulder with a smile.

It was the same night the two of you made love for the first time. Once you got home, Vriska and Terezi were out. The apartment was dark as Dave carried you to your bedroom. He was preparing to leave when you took his hand.

You pulled Dave to you. You kissed him, and told him how much you love him. He spread kisses all down your being. Every inch of your being filled with his love as he ran his hands along your soft skin. The cold of the world outside disappeared as the two of you were doused in a passion filled heat. A lusting, and admiration, and wanting to finally make that step together.

You remove yourself from your day dreaming, and try to pursue more conversation with Dave. The two of you finish dinner, and make your way back to his apartment.

His apartment was a cozy second home for you. You had a few of your own clothes there, and a toothbrush in his bathroom. Your own CD's piled next to his on occasion. Cups of apple juice with your spit on the rim sitting next to his on his turn tables.

The two of you ditch your shoes at the door. You glide into the living room, heading towards his bedroom for a pair of lounging clothes.

"(y/n)." Dave calls out in a soft voice.

You stop and turn, curious as to why he's so quiet. Seeing him before you, makes your heart skip a beat.

The usual shades are set aside on a coffee table. Dave's hands are white with tension again, and his posture is stiff. His eyes show fear, and sorrow.

"What's wrong?" You ask, slight worry in your tone.

"I need to tell you something." Dave says. "(y/n), I'm...fuck. I'm going to...fucking damn it!" Dave curses, eyes narrowing as he grits his teeth in anger.

"Dave, what do you need to tell me?" You ask, anxiety starting to twist your stomach.

"I-I'm going to California." Dave finally manages to spit out. "For my music."

You aren't sure how to respond, and remain silent. That's all the way across the country. California.

Dave has always been so passionate about his music. His skills with the turn tables, and lyrics. It's a subject he's shared with you since the very beginning. He's been trying to get somewhere with his stuff for so long, and now he's gotten something.

"I got a call from a producer a month ago. He has a chance for me there. I said yes, and I've been trying to tell you. Fuck. (y/n), I've been trying so hard to tell you sooner, and I've been so afraid."

You look down to your feet, then your eyes look around you with a sudden though. Around the room, there are taped up boxes lining the walls. Things missing from their usual spots on shelves. It hits with such a sudden shock.

"When?" You whisper.

"The day after tomorrow." Dave replies.

"How long?"

"Two years."

The final answer stabs through your gut, piercing your heart, and making your knees wobble slightly from the blast. Everything is happening so fast, and you aren't sure how to feel. You feel happy that Dave is getting this chance. Happy he can follow his dream, and do something great with his music. Pain also flows in your thoughts. Dave's going away. You can't come with him. He'll be gone for two years. You won't be able to see him every day, or talk to him at the shop.

You feel hot tears start to well up in your eyes, and you look down again.

"I'm so glad for you, Dave. I'm so glad you have this chance for your music." You finally manage to say in a weak voice.

"(y/n), I'll be gone for two years. I waited so long to tell this to you, and I feel like such an asshole. When I'm gone, I- I will understand if you want to see other people." Dave explains.

His last words strike a chord in you, and a wave of heat ripples through your body. You, seeing someone other than Dave? Does he really think you could do that like this? If he's not breaking up with you, there's no way in fucking hell he's going to get rid of you so quickly!

"Who the fuck do you think you're speaking to?" You shout, jerking Dave into attention. "What in hell makes you think I want to see anyone other than you? While waiting until last minute is fairly questionable timing, two years is not! I will wait for you, because I love you!" You cry out, bursting into tears.

"(y/n)..."

"I'm so proud of you, Dave. This is a great chance. If you still love me, then I don't see why I'd have any reason to stop loving you. I can wait for you. I'll be right here when you get back." You say, walking up to Dave and taking his hands in yours.

Dave is silent, his eyes staring into yours intently before he leans down and captures your lips. His arms envelope you, and he hugs you tight as his lips convey his love to you.

It's a similar love and passion to the kiss he gives you at the airport. The last hug and kiss meant to last for two years.