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Dave x Reader

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It was a normal day, where the sun was shining and the birds doing whatever birds did.

But in a more realistic version of the world, the sun was scorching everything visible outside, and the birds in the yard were cawing their fucking heads off.

And so, you were inside John's house, playing around with the ectomachine's buttons and levers, as you were extremely bored. John had gone out to buy lunch, along with the order you gave him, for him to buy for you. You weren't very sure where Dave was in the house- most likely in the living room mooching around. But it didn't exactly matter to you. You scanned at all the basic codings at the machine, skimming each code and their output.

You wanted to sample out a different code with a more advanced outcome, of course, without disabling the machine forever or blowing up the world and killing yourself. 
Suddenly, the ectomachine has displayed the mere message, 'Loading...'.

You grumbled exasperatedly and turned around. Kicking away the chair, you see a small slip of paper taped lowly under, on one of the legs of the chair. You bent down quickly and snatched up the note. Curiously enough, the note had a string of numbers quite unlike any other code in the digital list of the machine. You furrowed your brows and glanced peculiarly back to the ectomachine.

I think we all know what happened after.


"Shut up, and sleep with me! C'mon why don't you sleep with me? Shut up, and sleep with me, c'mon uh-huh and sleep with me," you sang, spontaneously pressing all the numbered buttons from the note. "Shut up, and sleep with me! C'mon, why don't you sleep with me? Shut up, and sleep with me, c'mon uh-huh and-" Suddenly, you heard the door being pushed open.

"... (Y/N)?" The light illuminating from the only source on the machine became unbearable to gaze at directly, unable to see who was at the door. But you knew the suave voice from anywhere.

"-sleep with me!" A large ball of colorless electricity seemed to implode in the room, and for a split second your vision became completely white from the vivid light.

The vibrating, buzzing noise was now descending, assuring you it was going as supposed to. Hopefully nothing too bad would occur after the blurriness of your sight would fade off.

You blinked. Somehow your sight was still a bit shady for some reason. You panicked, assuming your eyes were visually messed, and reached up to wipe your eyes. Your hands smacked the dark glass barrier around your (e/c) orbs, and you yelped, flinging the device. The unknown item skittered on the ground, finally finding its comfort spot in the corner. "Agh!"

Suddenly you halted. "Oh my god, Dave, I sound like a guy now." You rubbed your thoat, hoping somehow that movement would loosen it up. You laughed a manly, natural laugh at the strange sensation. You received no response from your companion, so you looked up. Your mouth gaped, and you swallowed your mingled laughter and fear down.

"No wait- I sound like you."

You saw you. Your body, you mean, at the machine that started this mess, yet your mind was at the doorway. Where Dave had been standing.

You vigorously patted yourself down, surveying your 'new' vessel. Involuntarily, you checked out your body and realized with a growing devious grin you were controlling Dave's body. This was it! You could finally firsthand fuck with Dave's reputation and make him look like a total asshole/loser. 
Your smile soon was wiped off your face as you began to become aware that Dave was now controlling your body now, too. 

Damn. 

That is some serious shit.

"Dave, can you believe this?! This is crazy!" you ran toward your body.

She, er, he turned and stared at you. "What the hell did you do, (y/n)." Pfft, he even sounded like you! But with that flat voice, he would have been a terrible imposter if he tried.

You shrugged casually. "Following one of the action lists in the machine. But listen! We could totally prank Johnny!" Dave heard the eagerness in your voice and stiffened his/your shoulders.

"No way. I don't have time for that shit." Hmm. Just like what you thought he'd say.

"Come on, before we switch back?" you pleaded.

"Change us back, buy me a pack of apple juice, and I'll think about it."

"I'm glad you have low expectations then."

"Whatever. Just change us back before I change my mind."

You scrambled back to the machine, and shoved yourself- or Dave, aside as you hastily read the blinking screen that read pure horror.

Relapse Estimated Time. . . . . . . . . . . . 23:59 

Oh shit. That meant you have to be stuck in this body for whole fucking, day.

You mean, you had to eat while in his body...
Sleep, most likely, while in his body...
Piss while in his body...

And in return, Dave had to do the same to your original body...

What did you do to deserve these punishments?

Oh right, your foolishness and recklessness with the ectomachine. Though, it was all worth it.

But then again...

You swiveled your gaze back to Dave, a scornful smile plastered on your face. "Guess you'll be doing those pranks with me, yeah?" You went over to the corner, and slipped on the sunglasses once more. You blinked, rapidly, getting used to the tinted vision.

"No wonder why you think you're so badass with these shades!" You exaggeratedly flipped your platinum blonde hair, and chuckled.


Dave just stared at your ignorance as you absconded fabulously out of the room.


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"Dave? (y/n)? I got lunch!" you heard John slam the door shut. Before you lurched over there to your meal, Dave clamped his hand over your mouth.

"Before you go in there," he muttered into your ear in your feminine voice. "You have to act like me. I can't lose my ego like this." Damn, he was on to you.

"Fine, but all you have to is act like me by... Y'know, by doing what I do."

"Deal."

You backed off and sat down at the living couch, kicking your feet up. "Hey, Egbert." You spoke like a rock, dull.

"Oh, hi Dave." John smiled good-naturedly walking over, and set yours and Dave's on the coffee table where your feet were propped up on. "Where's (y/n)?"

"I'm here!" you watched Dave skid over and jump onto the same couch you were sitting on. So unlike his usual personality, you restrained your grin from unrevealing itself as you pushed up your shades. You resisted the urge to do the same thing, after all you would have done the same, and Dave was just putting on a very enthusiastic act. You nodded in acknowledgement, and leaned over to take your sandwich, until Dave slapped your hand away.

"That's mine, silly!" Even though he pointed that out lightly, you saw him staring at you to keep your shit together.

"Ah, right. Sorry." You grumbled. You were positive that you didn't speak like that. You grabbed Dave's sub, and tried not to sigh.

"Why don't I turn on the radio?" John jumped up and walked over to the music player. He flipped on the switch and turned the dial to tune the music better. The abrupt static was soon converted into genuine music, and unlikely enough, one of the most catchiest songs known to you.

You taped on the your best pokerface and sat rigidly so you wouldn't jump up and start Bernie-ing at any given moment.

It wasn't as if it was your most favorite song ever, but it was still catchy as hell. You wanted to dance! And since you weren't mainstream, you weren't going to twerk. Cuz that's too mainstream for this hipster girl. Like you were too hipster to actually enjoy One Direction excessively.

And we danced all night to the best song ever!
We knew every line
Now I can't remember
How it goes but I know that I won't forget her
'Cause we danced all night to the best song ever!

John cracked a hinting smile and arched his brows at Dave (aka, your body), in which Dave looked up questioning.

"Um, what?"

"I'm surprised you didn't just start dancing randomly now, (y/n)."

Dave blinked, his eyes blank for a split second. "Oh. I guess I'm not in the mood." ... for One Direction. Cause you knew that Dave didn't enjoy boy bands like that.

John's mouth twitched into a bemused smile. "I see. Lemme guess, PMS-"
Spontaneously, John's phone began ringing its annoying tune. "It's Jade. I'll be back in a second, guys!" And hurried off to some secret annex around the corner.

"... (y/n), I need to talk to you for a second," You stood up promptly. Beckoning Dave into the corridor where John could not hear, let alone see you even as he was on the phone.

"Dave. You messed up my reputation now." You hissed quietly.

"Are you fucking kidding? Egbert'll probably shrug that off."

"Aren't you an unobservant one. If he, along with others, become aware of our constant mistakes, they'll know something's up."

"I think we know each other well enough not to slip up critically." Dave snorted.

"Perhaps," you narrowed your eyes, thoughtfully. "Wait, I have an idea!"

Dave gave you a bitch-please expression that you thought your face could've never made naturally. "Go on."

"Every time one of us messes up, the other one can make up for it, like embarrass the other!" you said excitedly.

"This is just your reasoning to embarrass my future self." Dave's mouth twitched. "But fine. Play fair."

You arched your brows and tipped your shades to the edge of your nose, suggestively revealing Dave's scarlet eyes back at... Dave.



"But of course. I'm always fair."

"Says the one who'd do anything to win."

"Aren't you just describing yourself?"

"Seeing that you are me at the moment, I'd agree."

"Wha- I- oh, shut up."