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Artistic Dancing-Artist!Dave x Dancer!Reader

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   You were washing the dishes when you heard a knock on the door. You dropped the plate you were washing into the murky dish water, causing it to splash all over you. Skipping to the door,  you wondered who was knocking. It couldn’t be any of your friends since they were all on vacation. Opening the door, you saw a tall, pale, flaxen-haired boy with freckles lightly spotting the bridge of his nose. You tried to see his eyes, but they were blocked by a pair of aviators. You’ve never seen him around here before, so he must be new. You smiled sweetly.
 “Hi,” you said cheerily, waving a bit.
 “Hey,” he replied in a deep monotone voice that had a slight southern twang that instantly made you weak at the knees. You felt your face flush a bit.
 “So, um, who are you?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from raising an octave higher. You mentally kicked yourself for dropping that plate in the water. How you must look, your face and upper body all wet.
 “I’m Dave Strider, your new next door neighbor.” he said, pointing to the newly painted red and orange house with his thumb. You furrowed your brows, those two colours did not go together at all. You looked over his shoulder and saw what must be his dad carrying a couch into the house.
 “Oh, i-is that your dad?” you asked pointing to the spiky blonde who was wearing some pointy sunglasses. That’s strange, he was back out into the yard within seconds. Must be your imagination.
 “Yeah, that’s my Bro.” he replied confusing you a bit.
 “Wait, how is he your dad when you just called him bro?” you asked, feeling like this was twenty questions.
 “Nah, he is my dad, he just wants me to call him Bro to be ironic.” Dave said, smirking. You nodded slowly, understanding dawning on you. You looked back at Dave’s dad, he was holding some kind of puppet with a giant round butt and was miming throwing it at Dave. You started to giggle when he put a finger to his lips. Biting down the laughter, you looked back at Dave.
 “So, uh, where are you from?” you asked Dave.
 “Houston, Texas.” he said, flipping his light blonde hair out of his face.
 “Ah,” you said nodding,”Well, seeya ‘round.” He nodded at you and turned around to walk back to his new house when he was hit in the face with the strange puppet.
 “BRO!” you heard Dave yell and you burst out laughing and closed your door. Still giggling, you got the feeling that this summer wasn’t going to be so boring anymore.
 A few weeks after you met the ironic family, the Strider’s, you were in your room dancing around naked... with your curtains drawn. See, you were not quite used to having neighbors yet, and before they came you did this all the time after you got out of the shower. Twirling, twisting, and shaking your hips while you got your clothes out. You were turning to your window when you saw Dave in his room- his window was across from yours- writing something down in a notebook. You screamed and ran into the bathroom.
 “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” you exclaimed, pacing back and forth in the bathroom. What if he had saw you? Your dancing was horrible! Well, that was in your opinion, you were actually very good at dancing, you just liked to play down your skills. Grabbing a towel, you walked back into your room, a blush evident on your damp face. You quickly grabbed your clothes and went back into the bathroom to change. You started to think,’I wonder if Dave does that as well?’ and imagined him doing as you did. You instantly blushed deeply and felt something wet trickling down your upper lip. Wiping at it with a finger, you saw blood. You had gotten a nose bleed over Dave.
Dave’s P.O.V.~
 I watched my neighbor run out of her room and into her bathroom. She must’ve noticed me sitting here, strange since I’ve been sitting here from the beginning of her little performance. I have to say, she was quite good. The way her body twisted and turned was just memorizing and I couldn’t help but stare at her. I looked at my drawing of her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, her face a bit flushed, wet hair forming a circle around her. I love how she wasn’t twerking or doing any of those embarrassing things that people call ‘dancing’. That disgusted me, the forms they made are not beautiful, it is not good, but horrible. The way that they grind their bodies against another person is definitely not arousing. Believe me, I’ve had it happen to myself not to long ago- I nearly threw the underdressed deranged female across the room. But my neighbor, she could dance. I could tell by her graceful movements, how they were not jerky or how they didn’t make her look like she was having a seizure. When she shook her hips, it was all one fluid movement. I sighed at the beauty I had witnessed, I wish she had not noticed me. I have to paint her, or at least draw her in a proper sketch book, not in a notebook. I closed the sketch filled notebook, I think I have fallen for this beauty and I don’t even know her name. I wonder if I could catch her dancing like this- naked or not, it doesn’t matter- again. Probably not, me watching her must have frightened her off. Damn, I need to talk to her again. No, I just need to see her again in general. I take off my shades and bury my head in my hands. How am I going to ask her to let me paint or draw her without sounding like a weirdo stalker? I groan and hear Bro open my door.
 “Oh, I thought you were...” he trailed, but I knew what he was going to say.
 “That’s gross Bro.” I say throwing the nearest thing at him, which happened to be the notebook. He blocked it and it hit the window, opening it to the page that I had drawn our new neighbor. He walked over to it and inspected it.
 “Hm, great job on the body and facial expression, but couldn’t you have made it in more of an... anime style?” he asks.
 “No, you know I draw realistically.” I say. Bro shakes his head.
 “A shame at that.” he says walking out, but not before leaving a plush rump on my pillow. I gag, thinking of where that has been. I sigh again, thinking of her.
 The next day I walk my way over to her house and knock on her green door. I hear someone thump down the stairs and open the door with great flourish. She was wearing a short (f/c) dress that reached her thighs and was wearing see through white stockings that stopped just above her knees. She looked at me and had a surprised look on her face. I wanted to laugh a bit at her face, her sparkling (e/c) eyes were wide, her lips formed a perfect ‘O’, and her face was deeply flushed, but I didn’t. Strider’s don’t smile, they smirk. So I smirked.
 “Hello again, Ms...?” I say, knowing she’d take my bait and tell me her name.
 “Oh, my name is (Name) and I’m not a Ms. I’m only nineteen,” she said, flushing more.
 “Ah, a beautiful name, (Name).” I say. I’m surprised, she’s only two years older than me,”I have a question for you. Can I paint you? Or at least draw you.” She looked surprised again, the look was so cute.
 “Wh-What? Me?” she stuttered and I nodded.
 “W-Well gee, I guess so.” she said accepting my invitation,”So, like, right now or..?”
 “Yes, right now would be nice and can you also be dancing?” I ask. I see her face flush again.
 “I’m not all that good but okay.” she said, downplaying her dancing skills. I actually smile and she opens her door wider for me to come in.
This nice, long, pulsating, thick fanfic should tide you guys over until I write more stuff.
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Lotus914's avatar
I love how Reader-Chan is more worried about the fact that he saw her dancing, but doesn't really give a damn about the fact that Dave saw her naked.