okay okay i’m getting to the last request right now buuuut i made this oneshot a bit ago and i decided to put it here. because. why not
“Dave.” All John got was a muffled reply from him. The Strider had a pillow over his face, his body sprawled out across John’s bed. “Dave!” Dave removed the pillow from his face, his voice sleepy and slurred, “What?” John sat in his computer chair, smiling like a dork. In his hands were a pack of Crayola markers. “I was looking around my closet..and found these bad boys.” He shook the box as if something extraordinary would happen. Dave tilted his slightly, face stoic.
“It’s markers dude. Mar-“
Dave’s expression suddenly shifted into a smirk. “Oh hell yeah dude. Toss me that blue one.” John threw the marker Dave’s way, the blond effortlessly catching it. He held the marker up to his nose, inhaling dramatically. Well, halfway through inhaling Dave broke out into a coughing fit. “Dude. What the fuck. That smells as bad as your dad’s-“ Dave wheezed between coughs, attempting to regain his breath. John huffed, crossing his arms. “Come on Dave… It can’t be that bad!” John pulled a marker out from the pack, sniffing it lightly. The corners of his smile dipped for a moment, before it returned. “See? Grape.” Dave crossed his arms, glancing at John.
John rolled his chair over, holding the marker in front of Dave’s face. “Dude. Trust me. It’s grape.” Dave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward to smell the marker. John suddenly moved the marker forward, booping Dave’s nose, making it purple. John chuckled, not only at Dave’s marker nose but at his shocked expression. “Oh wow. Okay Egbert. Feel the wrath of my ass marker.” “Woah woah wait what the fu-“ John was cut off by Dave dragging his marker across John’s cheek.
“One word John. Payback.”
Dave dove back into the battle, attempting to draw something on John’s forehead. “Dude! Cut it out! I surrender!” John pleaded, though the smile on his face never faded. “Stop squirming. I can’t draw well if you’re moving so much.” Dave drew back his marker, smiling smugly. John looked up and down his face before suddenly blurting out, “It’s a dick, isn’t it?” Dave’s smile only grew with the question. “Maybe.” Dave uncapped his marker, drawing on John’s arm without warning. Unlike last time, John didn’t struggle. “Is that.. a stick figure?” “Well, yeah. It’s Obama.”
“Wait, lemme draw something on you dude.”
Dave smiled, capping his marker. “Okay, don’t do anything freaky, nerd.” John held his marker, inching closer to Dave. “Hold out your hand and close your eyes.” This seemed to get Dave’s interest. “Woah, that’s kinda weird.” The corner of Dave’s mouth tugged upward, but not quite a smile. “Go ahead.” Dave outstretched his palm to John, causing John to grip his wrist. John seemed to hesitate for a few moments before drawing very quickly. Dave heard the familiar snap of the marker cap, before John got up in a hurry. “Hey, I’m gonna go wash this dick off my forehead.” He said, before hurrying off.
Dave opened his eyes, anxious to see what John had drawn his hand. But it wasn’t a drawing...it was a message. It read, “I love you” with a small heart by it. “Woah, wait wait wait.” Dave spoke to himself. He instantly felt his cheeks heat up. “Holy shit…” Dave had butterflies in his stomach, and his cheeks were probably dark red. John liked him?? He shook his head and went to go find John. He was used to the layout of the Egbert’s house, so it wasn’t hard for him to find the bathroom.
Dave knocked softly on the door. “Hey. Bro. We should talk.” The door opened slowly, revealing a shaky and sweaty John. A nervous and obviously forced smile was spread on his face. “Hey Dave.” He hesitated for a brief moment, but it felt like hours to the two of them. John took a shaky breath before continuing. “Look. I’m sorry I wrote that. I don’t know what came over me and…” He trailed off, the sudden Egbert charm drained from his voice. “Listen. John. I only have one question.” Dave looked up at John “Did you mean that?” John looked like a deer in headlights. The color drained from his face, and his blue eyes widened. “I mean..well..Yeah. I did.”
John seemed to have this look that he was about to cry, and Dave felt immense pity for the other teen. “Listen. Dave. I know you probably don’t feel this way but..Can we at least still stay friends? Our friend group is all I have right now and…” He sighed, finally looking towards Dave. “Dude. I’m gonna be honest. I feel the same way.” Dammit, it sounded super embarrassing to say that out loud. The Strider could feel John’s stare burning into him. “Wait. Dude. You’re not joking, right?” Dave only managed to shake his head, before feeling arms wrap around him. “Fuck. Dave. This is literally the happiest I’ve been for all 13 years of my life.” John smiled brightly, making Dave’s face burn. Suddenly, John looked up at Dave, inching closer to him. Oh god, we’re they really about to do this? Dave honestly wanted to bolt out that room and call it a day, but instead he stood his ground. John inched closer, finally closing the gap between them. The kiss probably didn’t even last for 5 seconds, but it felt like an eternity to Dave.
“So, you wanna go back to drawing dicks on each other?”
“Dude. I literally am having a mental breakdown about you kissing me and that’s what you say?”
John chuckled at Dave’s response
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