#Dirk Strider x Reader

[somberauthor]

could we get some uhhhhh- strider x reader cuddling headcanons? (dave and dirk separately).

gonna finally actually get to work chat... thank you all for waiting for me to do these, and I'm really sorry to those i kept waiting. I love y'all and I hope you enjoy the food!

DAVE STRIDER

it really depends on the day which spoon he is. If he had a hard or rough day, you should count on him just... laying on you, clinging to you like a koala on a tree. But if he had a good or overall a day without you, rough or not he'll have you just lay on top of him.

He like to feel the pressure on your body resting on his. the weight gives him comfort, and the fact he knows its YOU? god just slap the title of happiest man on earth on his ass.

He never tells you when he had a rough day, you are able to simply just assume. He doesn't lay fully on you, but an arm and occasionally a leg will be on you. but if you reciprocate with playing with his hair???? oh boy, all of his body weight is going on you (he's laying on you... in a non-sexual manner)

DIRK STRIDER

He's a little more solid than his brother, being primarily a big spoon.

He feels much more comfortable holding you, because then he can just look down and see he's not physically alone anymore. He finally has someone.

Similar to his bro, he feels comfort from your weight on top of him. it reminds him you exist and you just simply existing in his life makes him feel about.. 89% more safe.

Y'all actually put a loving on my calder headcanons.... I feel honored you guys like them that much golly...

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Brain Ghost Dirk...

Imagine him being able to manipulate your thoughts. Why think of anything else but him? Why would you ever want to talk to anyone else when you can talk with him - someone who knows you better than literally anyone else. No one knows you like he does. No one cares about what you care about more than him. No one else understands you the way he can. Nobody else is worth it. Wouldn't it just be nice to talk to him, and only him, forever?

Can you imagine if he were able to manipulate your brain chemistry? Conditioning you to associate him with happiness, he floods you with dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin whenever you speak or think of him. And if you dare ignore him or try to spend time with anyone else, he's not afraid to mess with your head. You may suddenly find yourself unable to feel much of anything, or maybe too much - spiraling into panic attacks and unable to calm yourself. You only find relief when you come crawling back to Brain Ghost Dirk. Well, metaphorically speaking.

Dirk being so powerful in his control over your mind that he's able to control your body. You're trapped inside your own body, silently screaming to be let go and for Dirk to stop, all while he ignores your words and showers you in praise. He loves feeling your skin on your hands, feeling you through your own body. He can increase the sensitivity if you'd like. He knows exactly what you like best, after all. Nobody knows you as well as him.

And really, if you didn't want it, wouldn't you have been able to stop him by now. After all, he was only in your head.

[chemical-underreaction]

dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader PLEASE

sure thing!! <3 sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this!!

DIRK STRIDER X READER (PITCH) HEADCANONS (*´∇`)┌θ☆(ﾉ>_<)ﾉ

alright, let's be clear. dirk strider does *not* hate many things. he dislikes things, of course. he dislikes a lot of things.

but hate? hating things is too emotionally vulnerable for his tastes.

oh, but you?

he can make some exceptions for you.

you are a special, particular kind of pain in his ass.

there's two very different reasons why (i think) dirk would hate someone.

either they, as a person are in entirely direct conflict with him and get on his nerves in a major way - or, they're way too similar to him, and dirk does not like getting a mirror to his own behavior.

so more than likely, you'd fit into one of those two categories. i don't know you, though.

but regardless of what it is, you probably wouldn't have known for a while.

he didn't treat you.. differently? per say?

he was cold and cryptic and strange to everyone.

but with you, it seemed different. everyone told you it was just in your head. that dirk didn't have a problem with you, he was just like that.

but it was not.

dirk took so much pleasure in confusing you, getting one over on you. playing his little mind games.

granted, he is just kind of like that, but it's different. it was a lot more targeted, pointed - it wasn't purely in jest.

but, more importantly, it wasn't onesided.

you were not just a passive actor in this, oh no.

whatever you did, it was equally targeted to get on his nerves as much as possible.

there came a point where both of you, just for the sake of your fucked up little game, knew more about each other than even your mutual best friends did.

you'd torment each other with things, but you'd never bring anyone else into it or tell anyone things only the two of you knew. there was something of a code of honor. a trust fall system.

despite how much you disliked each other, you'd never actually do tangible harm to each other.

you just engaged in a prolonged battle of psychological warfare over your chat client.

eventually, it gets.. bizarrely flirtatious. not in a traditional way, no, but in a way that was still undeniably flirting.

you still hated him. he still hated you.

it continued regardless.

you two never.. officially got into a pitch relationship.

you're both human, after all. how would you know?

however, eventually, you were informed that your relationship with dirk sounded a whole hell of a lot like blackrom.

so, of course, you approach him about it.

neither of you know *enough* about quadrants to really call it.

but all the trolls have just been assuming it anyways, so you just shrug. by now, it's calling it what it is.

you and dirk have the mutual respect necessary for blackrom. and the mutual attraction.

needless to say, you have the "hate" aspect down.

alright, miscellaneous hc time.

he'll offer to teach you how to swordfight. he might only have done it so he could rock your shit, but he'll always patch you up after. and that little smile he gives when you first managed to get him back was pretty genuine.

just enjoys teaching you how to do his stuff in general. he'll tease you about sucking at it, but he'll actually be happy when you make progress. curse his tiny soft spot.

shows up in your house/wherever you live at random. also likes sneaking up on you whenever he sees you. the more you hate it, the more he'll do it.

he'll claim that you're more attracted to him than he is you - but that's a total lie. he's a little pathetic sometimes.

gets very flustered when you're better at him than something. anything. literally anything at all. why, exactly.. good luck getting that out of him.

actually gets genuinely upset if he goes too far with you in any way. it'll mess with him a lot, and he'll apologize profusely.

he cares about you, despite how annoying you are. despite how much he hates you, despite all of it. he cares about you a lot. and, in his own weird way, loves you.

[vikkirosko]

Hiya! Can i request Striders (Dave and Dirk, separately if that's okay) with a reader who's really creative and into drawing and cross stitching?

Headcanons Creativity

🕶 Dave Strider x Reader 💿

That you were a creative person, Dave learned from you. You told him that you were drawing a little bit and Dave told you about the comic book that he was drawing. You didn't show him your drawings, claiming that you drew them in your album. It was only when Dave came to visit you, having traveled through half the country, that he found out that you drew much more than you talked about and your hobbies were not limited to drawing

You had a lot of albums that you kept in a box in the closet, and the one in which you drew you kept in your room. As it turned out, there were a lot of different drawings, including portraits of your friends. You drew them based on your guesses and were very confused when Dave saw how you represented him. This caused a chuckle, but he thought it was cute that you were making assumptions about exactly what he looked like

Another of your hobbies was cross-stitch. You kept in a beautiful box the embroidery frame, threads and fabrics that you used. Dave was looking at your embroidery with curiosity. It was something so unusual to him, but he couldn't help but realize how cute it looked. You were really talented and he liked it

When Dave was about to leave back, you gave him one of your embroideries. Back home, Dave hid your little gift so his brother wouldn't find it. You made this embroidery especially for him and it made your gift for Dave special

🗡 Dirk Strider x Reader 🪛

You and Dirk lived at the same time and you, like him, were quite limited in entertainment. Dirk was looking for all kinds of ways to spend time, and so are you. You both drew and shared drawings with each other. He knew that drawing wasn't your only hobby, but you didn't often talk about what else you liked to do. It was only when you met in person that he found out about your other hobby

You spent a lot of time drawing and you really liked it. Some of your drawings you drew in a computer program and shared them with Dirk, but there were those that you drew on paper. You liked to sketch with a regular pencil. There was something special about it and you were glad you could share it with Dirk

Another of your hobbies was cross-stitch. You did it when you had nothing else to do. You still kept unsuccessful embroideries, but you had a lot of successful ones that you carefully framed. Dirk looked at your embroidery with interest. They were different from what he was used to, but they were still wonderful

Dirk saw how deftly you handled the needle and how intently you drew. It meant a lot to you, it was your way of coping with loneliness, and although he could not keep you company in embroidery, but nothing prevented you from drawing together

[luminousbravery]

May i request Dirk and karkat (separate) with a s/o who constantly needs to be doing something like talking at 50 miles per hour, pacing back and forth, constantly talking, listening to music all that stuff. Like just can not be calm.

yipepee!!!!!

DIRK AND KARKAT WITH AN EXTREMELY ACTIVE S/O

KARKAT

I mean, Karkat is hardly one who can complain. He's not exactly the quiet type. And he likes to talk just as much as you do, probably. I mean, really! If you two could find the same topic to discuss, you could probably sit there and rant to each other for HOURS. He'll also give really great commentary while you're doing stuff. Unless, of course, you multitask. Either way, when you two are together, there's no getting you two to quiet down.

DIRK

Dirk's not really on the quiet side. He's talkative, sure, but he definitely isn't going to be as talkative as you are. At most, he'll provide playful banter while you ramble about something that interests you. He's a great wall to talk to, you know? Quiet enough so that you can say whatever, but not so quiet to that you feel like you're alone.

[cringe-writing-overlord]

General Headcanons --- 🧡 Dirk x Reader 🧡

Sfw:

He's subtly clingy. You know how cats just so happen to be in the same room as you all the time? He does that before you get together. Bumping into you at the store, showing up to Roxy's parties more often when he knows you'll be there, seeing you around on walks, etc. He doesn't realize that it's creepy.

He does it when you're official too, but it's less weird when he's popping up in your shared house. Showing up while watching a movie and silently sitting next to you, silently hovering around you all the time, especially when there are people over.

He grew up with no/little human touch, and wants to be hugged more than anything, but he's kinda a wuss and won't be direct in asking. He's just like that. You have to get at least a little used to it.

He loves small gifts!! Big things freak him out a little and make him feel like he's gotta one-up it, but little things that you take a glance at and go "hey, Dirk would probably love this"? He does. Every little rock is put up on a shelf, and he LOVES flowers. He didn't exactly see many as a kid. He dries all the ones you give him.

If Hal ever tries to talk to you, Dirk is 110% assuming the worst no matter what Hal said, even if he was actually nice to you.

Speaking of Hal, for the love of god don't mention dirk's splinters or he will go into self-loathing mode for at least five hours.

Mentioning them during arguments is probably irreparable. And dear lord if you compare him to one of them (eg: "You're just like Bro!") he will literally never recover.

Nsft under cut:

He loves being tied up I think. Not even just handcuffs or something, but fully unable to move.

He pretends to be a super-dominant top but he is LYING.

This boy is LOUD as fuck. Whimpering, moaning, whatever. He's gonna make a lot of noise, even if he's gagged.

Didn't know what aftercare was probably - he's just been watching porn and they don't really show that. When you gave him food and water and started taking care of him he almost lost his mind.

That's all I have for this one, but YK WHAT?? I'm happy with it :)

[professor-pato]

Hhhi! Could you please do some older brother dirk hcs? I'm currently in no-older-figure-madness LOOL

(Please take your time with all the requests!)

-📡🛸🛰

i've been a little hesitant to answer homestuck asks for a while, because i've been trying to distance myself from it for a while, but i still find that writing homestuck comes so easily to me... ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

anywho, here you go anon!!! sorry for the wait, i hope you enjoy!! ♡(>ᴗ•)

(also, i'm trying out a new layout, lmk what you think!! <3)

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OLDER BROTHER! DIRK X READER (PLATONIC) HEADCANONS !

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dirk is a strange guy. we all know that

he's even stranger when he's in his natural habitat

so you bear witness to dirk at full weirdness capacity

he'll regularly come into your room, infodump at you for a few minutes, and then leave

he likes talking to himself, especially when he's working on things

he knows a weird amount about your friends

he'll remind you about your friend's seven month anniversary with their boyfriend and leave you wondering how he knows about that

it's really because he just tends to remember small things

but he likes to creep you out in mundane ways like that

dirk's platonic love language is something akin to parallel play

you've lived with him long enough to know that one of his main ways of expressing love is simply being... just there

and he really is. just there

he sorta just appears out of nowhere when you least expect it

like his little sibling sense are tingling and he needs to go hang out with you

usually without saying anything

another thing he does is get you random stuff he thinks you'll like

he is very much a "i saw this rock and thought you'd like it" person

so you'll just end up with the most random things on your bed when you get home

a pack of gum, a weird rock, some feathers, a bottlecap

while we're on the topic of expressions of care also

he asks you if you've eaten that day, or taken your meds (if you have them), or showered, etc.

has he done those things? don't worry about it.

he'll come into your room to drag you out for a meal if you haven't had one yet

if you're really not up to it, he'll bring you some

he cares about you a lot

he's pretty bad at verbalizing it

but he really does care

[sebbywrites]

Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

Summary: Just a cute little one shot of Dirk and a gn reader centered around the monsoon season :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was raining again. It had been raining for the past week with almost no break, which was unusual for your desert home. Granted, your neighborhood was a good 30-minute drive from the rest of the city in a more mountainous part of town with no street lights and full of hicks, so your house usually got more rain than the rest of town.

You inherited this property from your parents, your siblings had all moved out of state and had lives of their own, so they were content with you taking care of the house. 

You had always liked the rain, given you were raised in a city with very little of it to start with. The smell of the creosote bushes and the sound of the water droplets hitting the desert floor calmed you. 

To keep yourself company, aside from the tortoises that you inherited alongside the house (they weren’t very, uh, social) and your two cats, you adopted an Australian Shepard named Strawberry. Kitty and Karma were skeptical at first, but came around eventually. 

Right now though, you were sitting on your back patio drinking a cup of warm tea by your propane fireplace. It was nice to finally relax from your day at work. Strawberry was curled up at your feet, too afraid to go out into the yard because of the rain. 

Your favorite pair of brothers were supposed to fly in from their Texas apartment next week. As much as you loved the rain, you really hoped the storm system would pass by then.

─── [1 New Message] ───

timaeusTestified Today at 7:27 PM

What are you doing rn?

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:28 PM

why don’t you ever change your server nickname

i’m on the back porch 

why

timaeusTestified Today at 7:28 PM

So you’re home

Good 

Can you open up, it’s fucking raining out here.

I Drink Too Much Caffeine lol Today at 7:29 PM

W

hat

You and Dave are here???

Fucking

Hold on

─── timaeusTestified is typing... ───

You rushed to open the front door, not really caring what his response was because you already knew. 

You stared at the two blonds on the covered front porch in absolute disbelief. They were both drenched like they walked over in the rain, which they probably did. Rideshare services only ever went to the end of the paved road, which completely misses your house as your street was just dirt and loose gravel.

“.....What the fuck are you doing here?”

Dave slapped the back of his brother’s head, knocking his triangle shades askew (“Dude!”). The exhaustion and exasperation were clear in his voice as he pointlessly asked Dirk if he remembered to tell you their flight was changed. Obviously, he did not.

“Roxy had to change our flight to an earlier one, and this one-��� he glared at his brother pointedly- “was supposed to text you about it.”

The rain had started to pick up just as you ushered the brothers into your house. Strawberry didn’t bark at them, luckily, but because she was still only 3 years old she was excitedly jumping and sniffing around.

“Fuckin idiots, you should’ve called me to pick you up, I’ve been home for hours!” you grumble quietly while trying to push Strawberry away. 

Dirk sheepishly while adjusting his sunglasses to sit correctly on the bridge of his nose, “Sorry, (Y/n)...”

“Never mind that, both of you need to go take warm showers. Now.”

“Aye aye, captain!” 

You stared blankly as they ran off in different directions. They had both stayed over enough that they might as well have lived here before you did, so they knew their way around. 

The younger two Striders’ parents were never around because of work, and their older twin brothers (both were only ever addressed as ‘Bro’ so even now as an adult, you had no idea what their names were) were horrible at guardianship. When they were 8 and 10, their brothers finally got legal guardianship over them and promptly moved to your city for college. The boys became quick friends with you at school and would stay the night a lot before they moved back to Texas at the end of the 8th-grade year. 

But enough back story, that isn’t what you’re here for. 

Seeing as your boys were taking their sweet ass time in the shower (probably using up all of your favorite soaps, to be honest), and you hadn’t eaten since you got home many hours ago, you got started making a simple chicken noodle soup.

It was suiting since the dry air mixed with rain for the past week just made everyone cold. Especially since your house was solely tile, apart from the occasional accent rug in some of the (rather large) rooms. 

Once the vegetables and chicken were done, you added the broth to the pot and turned the heat down. Satisfied with how it was going, you turned your attention to their half-open luggage still sitting in the entryway.

You set their things into each of your guest bedrooms for them- who are you kidding, these were their bedrooms; They both decorated them as they saw fit after the 5th consecutive month-long fly-out to visit you. There was no such thing as a guest bedroom in this house. Unless you decided to convert your office space back into a bedroom, and you really didn’t want to do that. Both rooms were furnished with a full-size bed, a desk with a complete setup, a 50-inch wall-mounted TV, and whatever else the two decided they needed in their rooms.

Dirk and Dave returned to the open living space from their much-needed showers to see you curled up on the couch under a blanket eating your soup and watching something on the TV.

You took notice of them, of course, sending them off to get their soup before they joined you.

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Everyone had long since bid each other goodnight, and yet at nearly 2 in the morning, you sat up in bed abruptly, scaring off your cats who lifted their heads in surprise at your movement. You would usually be found asleep by now, but for some reason, you just couldn’t tonight. Not even the gentle pitter-patter of the rain droplets on your windows could lull you to sleep.

This is what I get for forgetting to buy another bottle of melatonin, you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself out of bed to go brew a cup of chamomile tea.

You just set your cast iron teapot on the stove to heat the water when a phone flashlight nearly blinded you. The owner of said light moved it towards the floor once they noticed you squinting at the brightness.

“Sorry... again,” Dirk chuckled. “What are you doing up?”

His iconic triangle shades were left on his bedside table, leaving you to stare into his bright orange eyes. 

“I couldn’t sleep, so I came out here to make some tea,” you stated. “What are you doing up Mr. I couldn’t sleep the entire 2-hour plane ride? If anything, you should be, like, in a coma right now.”

You and Dirk broke the beat of silence with hushed chuckles.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. He looked at the ceiling with a smile, thinking about it. “I guess I was just so excited to come back and it hasn’t worn off just yet.”

You rolled your eyes, taking the teapot off the stove after examining the water with your phone flashlight. You put your teabag in to brew, while Dirk just stared at you with a look on his face that you couldn’t place. Content maybe? He did always say that this house felt more like a home to him than quite literally anywhere else he’d lived throughout his life.

Yeah. Content. It couldn’t be anything other than that, you thought to yourself bitterly as well as sadly.

You had no idea when it happened, or how, but you knew that you had been in love with the orange-eyed blond for some time now. Trying to distance yourself from these feelings only made you feel like shit, like you were keeping a secret from your childhood friend, but you could never gather up the courage to confess to him either. Once again, this is because he was your best friend.

“The rain is still going, huh?” Dirk spoke up, bringing yourself out of your thoughts.

You looked out the window on the backdoor, listening and watching as the rain poured down. It was barely noticeable from where you stood, but you could tell that the wash running through your backyard was flowing.

“It’s been like this all week, Dirk,” you smiled. “Did you even read any of my messages?”

He only hummed in response, accompanied by a quite obvious rolling of his eyes.

“So...”

“So...?”

“Um-” Hello? Dirk Strider never in his life started with an um. Is he nervous- “You can totally say no, but... can I.... hang out in your room tonight?”

Pink dusted itself over his freckled cheeks and his eyes started darting around nervously. He was looking anywhere but at you. You stifled a giggle as best as you could (he still heard it and by god, their laugh is gorgeous) before telling him you didn’t see a problem with it.

Your LED lights illuminated the room when you turned them on before you lowered their brightness to a soft glow. 

“You can sleep in here, too, if you want,” you said when he noticeably jumped at the sound of thunder reverberating through the house. 

“Thanks...”

It was almost 4 in the morning by the time the two of you drifted off to sleep. Half awake, Dirk pulled you close to his chest and tucked your head under his chin as you lay under the covers. Unknowingly, you snuggled into his warm embrace (seriously, he was like a human space heater). 

It all felt so natural to him, like he’d been doing it forever. 

He absentmindedly feathered a kiss to the crown of your head before he drifted off to sleep himself.

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Waking up in Dirk’s arms and the smell of his cologne was a frightening (for 2 seconds while you gathered your bearings) then pleasant experience. It almost pained you to pull yourself out of bed, but given that it was just past 11 am and you had a sleep schedule to keep for work, you had to. You gently removed Dirk’s arms from around your torso and got ready for the day.

You knew that the Striders had planned to be your roomies for a month, and given that your house was beginning to dwindle on supplies you should probably go to the store for groceries. You made a quick list of what you needed to buy before heading out - not without a note stuck on the fridge, of course.

Just as you closed the garage, Dirk woke up to an empty bed. He laid there for a good 20 minutes trying to fight off waking up so he could go back to dreaming, but alas, the morning called.

Dave also staved off his brother’s sleep by making an absolute racket in the kitchen a few feet outside your bedroom door, but I digress. 

“G’mornin’....” he groggily stumbled into the kitchen. “Where’s (Y/n)?”

“Shoppin’, if the rain doesn’ make traffic too bad I’d guess they’ll be home pretty soon.”

Kitty circled around Dirk’s legs, rubbing against him and meowing.

“I jus’ fed her and Karma, fuckin’ whore,” Dave said in irritation. Since Dirk knew his brother loved cats, especially these two, he knew there wasn’t any actual malice behind his words.

“Aha!” Dave shouted in glee, almost startling Dirk off his chair at the island. “I finally found where (Y/n) hid the Life!”

Dave made bowls for the two of them and began pestering his brother about being in your room.

“I knew you had a crush on them but I never took you for a snooper,” he teased.

“I wasn’ snoopin’, asshat. (Y/n) let me sleep in their bed last night since we both couldn’t sleep, and the thunder got bad.”

“And yet I slep’ like a baby.”

“Yeah, well, I got attacked by the fridge full of swords more than you did.”

“That’s because you’re an idiot who never learned not to open the fridge.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Dave looked at his brother seriously all of a sudden, his teasing laughter ceasing near immediately. Dirk glanced back at him in surprise. 

“What?”

“When are you goin’ to tell them?”

“I-” Dirk was interrupted by the sound of the garage opening, and your car pulling in. He glanced at the garage door for a moment before answering his brother.

“Soon. I think.”

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That evening, Dave convinced the two of you to have a movie night. Halfway through whatever it was you were watching (Dave picked, it was some indie movie his boyfriend liked), you could feel yourself beginning to feel sleepy. Dirk took notice of you starting to nod off and let you rest your head in his lap; he started to absentmindedly play with your hair, which only made you fall asleep faster.

Not that you could see it, but Dirk was smiling softly with pink dusting his cheeks once more. A few minutes of playing with your hair later, he too began to feel tired. He adjusted the position you were in to where he could lay back on the couch with you held firmly to his chest, your legs tangled together.

By the end of the movie, you and Dirk had fallen asleep cuddling on the couch (Dave was really the only one watching it anyway, so it wasn’t like it was hard not to).

It was late into the night by the time you woke up, still snuggled into Dirk’s chest. Dave had long since turned off the TV and gone to his room to video call Karkat. It was just the two of you.

You inhaled heavily, before gently untangling yourself from the blond’s grasp after a few minutes of soaking in the moment. Your hunger pains trumped cuddling with the man you were deeply in love with.

You had decided to just make dinner for the three of you. The storm started up again as soon as the food was almost ready. You looked out the windows to the back porch, watching the torrent of rainfall onto the desert landscape of your backyard. It was really coming down hard now.

Dirk finally sat up from his spot on the couch to look over at you, unknown to you. He stared at you, completely enamored just at the sight of your bedhead and tired eyes gazing out the window at the rain. 

You caught his gaze when you turned around to grab serving dishes from a cabinet. 

“Good Morning sleepy head,” you smiled. “Dinner is ready, could you go let Dave know?”

Dirk swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly tasting like cotton. Should I..?

“Dirk?”

“Can I... talk to you?” The orange-eyed blond flicked his uncovered eyes from you around the room, nervousness practically oozing from his awkwardly stood form against the back of the couch. 

“Talk to you...?” you mumbled. “Sure, I’ll, uh, grab my shoes and we’ll go outside.”

Dirk took the lead walking out back. He led you down the stone pathway from the porch and to the gazebo. Why did he want to walk out there when it was raining (well, sprinkling now, desert storms die down quickly), you had no clue. 

“What’s up?” You asked. “You seem... weird. Is something wrong?”

Quietly, Dirk lit the oil lamp on the table under the gazebo. Raindrops made a soft pitter-patter, then dribbled down the steel roof. 

“I- this is probably a bit blunt, but I wanted to confess to you,” he once again flicked his eyes around. 

....

“What did you want to confess?”

You could feel your own nervousness start to bubble up. You tried to observe the man in front of you, wanting an answer from his body language for your question. You took note of the raindrops in his spiked, blond hair, and how the light from the oil lamp made his gorgeous orange eyes shine like neon signs in the dark of the rainy night.

He was gorgeous, meaning he was way out of your league, and in no way meant ‘confess to you’ as in ‘I am in love with you’.

Right? Right!?

“I know you know what I meant, (Y/n),” he deadpanned.

You swallowed the spit that accrued in your long moment of thinking, still nervous.

“You.. You love me?”

“I... Yeah, I love you, (Y/n).”

There were no more words that needed to be said. The two of you simply gave each other a look that confirmed the thoughts both of you had. The feeling was mutual. For years, the two of you had been pinning for each other, and finally, one of you had said something.

Dirk moved to put his hands on your waist, his lips barely brushing past yours. “Will you give me the honor of being yours?” He whispered.

An absolute blushing mess, you whispered back, “Only if you’ll let me be yours.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love.”

And so, the two of you kissed under the palely lit gazebo in the soft desert rain.

[ofantediluvian]

One of my favorite series I’ve read from HS like ever….you have no idea this is soooooo &:),$,!&:(/&/!

Stride of Luck (1/?) [Dave Strider X Reader X Bro Strider]

Summary:

You find an unconscious Dave Strider in a desolate street and allow him to crash at your place, only to find out that he's come all the way from Texas to find his bro, Dirk Strider.

What seems like an easy task soon evolves into something much more complicated when you finally locate Dirk, and realize three things. One, Dave is hot as fuck. Two, Dirk is also hot as fuck. Three, they have the same taste in girls.

“i warned you about the striders, bro. i told you dog!”

Genre: Romance, Humor, Angst, Slow Burn

Author's Note: moving some stuff over from AO3 to here so my readers feel more comfy interacting with me directly <3

You stepped out of the flashing club with your friends, the party behind you leaving stains of shadows on the floor that seemed to wobble and ripple whenever you took a step.

The sidewalk felt like water, and you were now jesus. You have successfully had way too much to drink.

Your friend seemed to think otherwise, yanking on your arm insistently and latching on like a leech that had been served their last, juicy, 10% alcohol content meal. "Come on! One more dance, that's all I'm asking for!" The cold breeze knocks some sobriety back into your jambled mind and brings about a killer headache. You choose to nurse your migraine instead of responding to her harp of bullcrap, but cant help cringing at the memory of your dancing.

“Shawna, I am absolutely wrecked right now. I don’t need to remember how many legs I tripped over while doing the one-man conga line.”

She laughs and pinches your cheek like a doting mother, but you don’t need a mother's lovin’ right now. You need some advil and some water, goddamnit.

“That was the best part! How could any guy resist those flailing arms? Tracy, tell her! They couldn’t look away, especially that super cute DJ!” She breaks out into a crazed giggle, swatting at you as you attempt and miserably fail to dodge her attacks.

Your other friend sighed, clearly more sober and a bit irked that you two had such low tolerance. You did feel a bit guilty, since every night out seemed to end like this. You were ever the party pooper who wanted to leave early, Shawna was always full of the party even if the party was over, and Tracy was the one who could never score a date because she was babysitting.

“Shawna, you smell like fucking alcohol. Get off of (y/n) before you vomit vodka juice all over her again.”

Just as she says that, Shawna reels her head forward and retches. Tracy moves with what you swear is the world's fastest reaction time, and grabs her to redirect her laser beam of vomit onto some poor guy’s lousy truck.

You moan, disgusted and relieved at the same time, and drag your hands down your face.

“Shawna, that’s someone’s goddamn car! Just because it looks like trash but it doesn’t mean you can just puke on it!”

She turns to you, brushing her vomit off her face with her sleeve. You grimace at her.

“It’s fine, they won’t notice.”

She was wrong.

“Besides,” She readies herself upright again, examining her work, “what are the odds we’ll ever meet the poor sod who drives this hunk of garbage? None! We’d be like, way out of their league anyway!”

She was wrong yet again. Twice as much, in fact. But you didn’t know that yet.

Tracy intervenes, stepping in front of the truck and obscuring your vision of it’s newly acquired stomach acid paintjob .

“Okay, I’m gonna call a ride home before toilet bowl princess retches again. You in?”

You watch her manicured fingers tap on the Ober app, and wonder about the tiny miracles in life that allow such ease of access to drivers earning less than two dollars an hour.

“Nah, I think im gonna stick to good the good ol’ bus. Besides, I live pretty far from you two.”

Tracy’s eyes flicker from her phone to you, assessing the amount of severity of impact the cheap booze had on you. She typed in Shawna and her’s address. Lucky them, they were housemates. You feel a twinge of jealousy, but it passes almost as soon as it comes

“Well if you say so. You better not scoop up a hot piece of man-meat only after we leave though.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. Your brain rattles like a maraca inside.

“After nearly getting puked on? I don’t think so, Tracy. I just want to save on some cash.”

She laughs, much to Shawna’s dismay. “Puke is so in nowadays. You’ll be a boy-magnet in no time if you chill by this vomit coated truck.”

“Ugh, no. Goodbye. This is where I leave, vomit coated truck and all.”

You wave goodbye to Tracy and almost feel bad for her when you see how completely smashed Shawna is, but you know she’ll manage somehow.

With that, you make your way down the street to the closest bus stop. A breeze blows by you and you pull your jacket a bit closer to your body, watching your breath paint clouds into the air in front of you.

The city was still bustling, though the air was muted with the drape of night over it’s head. You stand to admire the scene a bit more, adoring the way your city brimmed with life. Sweet yellow light glimmered through the thousands of windows lined against hundreds of buildings that made your home.

A deep and raspy cough startles you out of your stupor, and you scramble like a cat from water at the disturbance in the night air.

Your eyes dart about your surroundings, desperately trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. You locate a pair of legs in a dimly lit alley, strewn about lazily.

You approach slowly, eyes travelling up the rather long pair of legs, up a torso, then a drooped head with an eerily pale shade of hair. He looked not much older than you, though as he shivered he reminded you a bit of a lost child.

Your mind ran through the possibilities of how he ended up here, each thought including more drugs and illicit activity than the one before.

You tittered about nervously, wondering if it was truly a good idea to offer assistance to a complete stranger. He took a shuddering breath, and your heart leaped into your throat, reeling with both fear and sympathy. You took a deep breath and readied yourself, trying to sound like someone who would definitely NOT be jumped in this situation.

“HeyY-”

Fuck.

Your voice cracked pitifully albeit hilariously if it wasn’t for these circumstances. You were totally the person who would be jumped in this situation.

You cleared your throat and tried again. “Hey, are you alright? Why are you just sitting out here?”

He remained silent.

You weren’t sure if he hadn’t heard, or simply didn’t want to respond. You inched closer and saw he had a map laid in his limp hand, though it was for Rhode Island, and you were currently definitely not anywhere near there. Kneeling next to him, you could see that the map had a crudely drawn image of a green blob signed off by E.B., whatever that meant. It seemed as if someone pulled a radical prank on this dude, and he totally suckered himself into it.

You peered at him to assess his level of consciousness, which was unsurprisingly at zero percent. He was definitely unconscious, and also definitely extremely attractive. He was wearing a long red sleeved shirt with a disc graphic and jeans, which is to say, you’re surprised he isn't an extremely attractive, unconscious, iced-popsicle. You didn’t feel too good about ogling someone possibly dying of hypothermia, so you decided the next best thing to do was frisk his pockets.

What? You were just looking for ID or a phone to call someone with.

You recovered a phone shit out of battery, and a wallet with five cents and a picture of a gross looking puppet in it.

Luckily, there was also an ID.

You flipped it over in your hand and read “Dave Strider” on it, with a picture of the dude in front of you with shades in the DMV. The look of bewilderment from the lady who was taking his picture was reflected in his glasses. Her expression seemed to ask, 'what kind of asshole wears sunglasses at the DMV?' You shared her sentiment.

Sure enough, Dave’s shades were poking out of his jeans pocket. You guess not even douchebags can see with shades at nighttime.

You reach out and shake him. He is out cold, but only figuratively. He was burning up.

“Woahhhh okay.” It was now fever city central. His body was sizzling, and for a brief second you could almost swear you smelt heat and clockwork.

Fucking alcohol.

You threw a glance over your shoulder. The streets were empty, and echoed with the whistling of the progressively chillier breeze. It didn’t look like anyone was coming to get him, and if they were looking for him they had missed him, considering he was literally sitting in a gutter. He also didn’t seem like he belonged on the street. The combination of his clean clothing along with the creased map of Rhode Island and dead phone screamed “desperately lost.”

You massage your temples, suddenly desperately missing being tipsy all those thirty minutes ago. It didn’t feel right leaving him out here, especially with that fever blazing through him. What if he needed help?

You thought long and hard for a moment before your phone pinged and pulled you out of dreamland.

-- ClickyBitchtracy [CB] began pestering SadFroggy [SF] at 11:47PM--

CB: Are you home yet?? SF: uhhhhh no not yet CB: Was the bus late?? Damn, I knew we should’ve let you crash the night. Sorry (y/n). SF: well SF: no SF: i didnt get to the bus yet CB: ?? ?? SF: so theres this dude passed out on the sidewalk and ive kind of SF: just been staring at him SF: that actually sounds so much creepier than i intended SF: what I mean is SF: i looked at his wallet and id and I think hes lost CB: What the fuck?? Is wrong with you?? You found someone passed out and you pickpocketed him?? SF: NO CB: ?? Then what happened?? Why were you digging through his shit??

Goddamnit Tracy was flipping out again. Stupid Tracy and her responsible self that made you and Shawna look like incompetent twiddling toddlers playing in their own shit. It made you kind of insecure.

You hear another ping, but this time it’s from Shawna, who was clearly still fucked up.

-- SwwetieShawwna[SS] began pestering SadFroggy [SF] at 11:53PM--

SS: OMG GIRL U DID NPT!! SS: YOU DID NT DID NOT DUD NPTTT! SF: yes ur right, I probably didnt SF: i don’t know what tracy told you but no robberies happened SF: he was already knocked out when I saw him SS: OMG you’re TOTALLY gonna bring back a hittie wihout us to see DX SF: geezus fucking christ what are you talking about SS: I Wanna see hot guiys too OKAY???? OMG DDDX SS: I NEED that HOT DJ in my arms rite noppwww!! DXXX SS: mMMMM DIUD You see the way he was RUBBING THOSE RECORDS DXXX SS: Need me SOME OF THAT in my LIFE DDX

You don’t respond to Shawna because shes clearly delirious, but you still hear her pinging you after you close her chat. You turn back to Tracy’s chat, which is not much better than the shitshow with Shawna.

CB: ?? Then what happened?? Why were you digging through his shit?? SF: i had to! i needed to see if i could call anyone on his cell to come get him SF: but theres no charge SF: plus if i robbed him he only had like a nickel SF: so whatever CB: A nickel?? CB: You searched for his wallet for money?? (Y/n) are you absolutely kidding me right now! I cannot believe you. That is a clear violation of privacy! SF: he can keep his 5cents CB: You touched him right?? What if… SF: what CB: Oh, nevermind. It’s probably fine! But I was just wondering… SF: fuck you’re scaring me tracy CB: What if he has some kind of Sexually Transmitted Disease?? SF: tracy you cant get stds from touching someone SF: that’s actually super insensitive of you to say SF: shame on you, for shame SF: what would your mother think of this SF: . SF: it’s not contractible through touch right? SF: tracy?

-- ClickyBitchtracy [CB] ceased pestering SadFroggy [SF] at 12:05AM—

You look at the mysterious Dave boy passed out on the floor, then back at your pesterlog with Tracy, and then at your hands, sweating nervously. Tracy was just being paranoid, you tell yourself, its probably fine.

Your brain screams that it is not fine, but it actually is.

Your phone has also stopped receiving messages from Shawna, who you assume Tracy logged off of pesterchum for to drag to bed. Much like a mother to her petulant child.

The night continues to descend upon you, and the occasional shuttering of a window reminds you of how late it is becoming and oh shit when does the bus stop running?

You check the schedule on your phone, and it looks like your last ride left about five minutes ago. It now dawns upon you that you should’ve just hitched a ride with Shawna and Tracy, but after remembering the texture of Shawna’s vomit sliding down the truck, you decide you don’t regret it that much.

Still, you’re left with no option but to call your own Ober ride. Luckily, there’s a driver only a few minutes away. Unluckily, you’re still trying to figure out how to haul this unconscious body into the car without giving off serious murderer vibes.

You think dragging his almost-carcass across the pavement and into the car isn’t the best thing to do, and instead throw his arm over your shoulder and heft him up from his slouched position, righting his stance successfully.

Just as you do this, the Ober driver pulls up in a big shiny sports car, black as ink and as smooth as a gang criminal named Spades Slick, whoever the hell that is. The rims are so well polished that you’re nearly blinded, even though it’s nighttime and theres no sun to reflect off of it. You ponder about fishing Dave’s sunglasses out of his pocket and donning them, but you realize that as effectively it will work in blocking out the beam of light, it will be just as effective in masking nearly everything else around you.

You pull Dave into one side of the car and triple check that he has everything you found him with. Busted phone and empty wallet? Check. Useless epic prank map? Doubly check. Obnoxious sunglasses? Triple whammied.

You shimmy into the seat beside him and close the door. The car smelt like a pack of brand new playing cards, but you assumed that was just the way expensive leather smelt. The driver is shrouded in shadows, and you can make out the brim of a really cool fedora on his head. He turns around and nods at you, and though he doesn’t say a word to you, you now know you are ten times cooler.

He turns around and the engine revs to life, and you sail back to your apartment.

When you arrive, you drag Dave out of the car and give a sheepish smile to the driver through the passenger window. You are suddenly struck with the memory of their puny pension, and dig into your pockets for a hefty tip, only to find a hefty wad of fucking nothing. You check the other pocket frantically, feeling the driver’s eyes on you, questioning. You feel something of substance and pull it out, thrusting your hand out in offering to the mysterious Ober man.

You slowly unfurl your fingers, and your heart drops to your stomach when you see that you only managed to scrape up two black licorice candies in the shape of dogs. You have no idea where they came from, or how they ended up in your pocket, but are ashamed of yourself regardless.

The shadowed man reaches out slowly, and you dispose of the candies in his hands unceremoniously. They click together and sound hard and unappetizing. He pulls back his hand and examines the licorices like you had just struck him the world’s both best and shadiest business deal. After a few more excruciating few seconds, he reaches up and tips his hat at you. Though he has said nothing, you now know you are in good hands. The window rolls back up and he veers down the sidewalk, then down the block until he becomes a speck in the darkness of the night.

You bring Dave upstairs, feeling the heat radiating off of his still trembling body.

Your apartment is furnished, but still mostly empty. There’s a TV, a sofa, a coffee table and a few pictures hanging on the wall. You live on your own due to a pest problem involving crows making nests in literally every crevice in the wall outside.

Dave is deposited onto the sofa and you take his temperature. 104.5 Fahrenheit.

You imagine having a barbecue on his head would be inappropriate, so you don’t even bother to make that joke.

Instead, you fetch a cold towel for his forehead and a cup of cold water. You do kind of feel bad that he’s shivering though, so you additionally add a plush blanket to his resting body. You take out his wallet, phone, sunglasses and hilarious map and set it on the coffee table so it’s accessible to him when he wakes.

Sighing, you slump into the side of the couch and check your pesterchum logs. It looks like Tracy has successfully put Shawna out, because she hasn’t messaged you since last time. You decide to update Tracy on the situation.

-- SadFroggy [SF] began pestering ClickyBitchtracy [CB] at 1:12AM—

SF: so SF: not sure if ur awake still but SF: the guy is here SF: in my house SF: hes still knocked out and he has a pretty shitty fever SF: i don’t know if hes dangerous SF: (or has stds) SF: but i think everything is gonna be ok SF: get back to me when u can

-- SadFroggy [SF] ceased pestering ClickyBitchtracy [CB] at 1:14AM--

The grime on your body from sweating anxiously is beginning to sit heavily on your skin, and you think it’s a good idea to take a shower now that everything has settled down.

You gather clean pajamas and enter the bathroom, making sure the door was locked five more times before you stepped out of your old clothes.

The steam of the shower consumed your bathroom like a cloud of serenity, freeing your mind of worldly worries and allowing thoughts to wander. Perhaps this wasn’t too bad after all? You had lived on your own here since you hadn’t been able to afford the place Shawna and Tracy were renting. Unfortunately, you ended up paying about the same price for the place plus its crow problems since no one had wanted to live in an apartment with a crow infestation. Things were tight, but you managed to make it work with some of the loans you took out for university. Still, things often got lonely here. Crows make a shit ton of noise, but can’t hold a conversation for the life of them, those self-centered fucks.

They also often left weird scraps of their findings outside your bedroom window, which was really fucking weird and made you feel like the leader of some kind of obscure avian cult.

You digress.

A part of you was relieved that you had company now, despite the company being a cataleptic dude you picked up off the side of the street while half sober. You turn the knob and shut the water, stepping out and drying yourself.

Would he freak out upon waking up here tomorrow? What if he called the police on you? He wouldn’t, right? You hadn’t even done anything to him. You even resisted taking his nickel. You were a saint!

What if he really had STDs?

You washed your hands a few more times for good measure. You were almost one hundred percent sure you were just being a fucking asshole now, but you didn’t want any of his gonorrhea on you. In fact, you didn’t want anybody’s gonorrhea on you. So washing your hands it was.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, Tracy had already pinged you back. You lay out one of your bedsheets on the floor and settled next to Dave, since you would probably need to be keeping an eye on him for the night.

-- ClickyBitchtracy [CB] began pestering SadFroggy [SF] at 1:40AM—

CB: You let him into your house?? Girl, what is going through your mind?? CB: This is behavior typical of Shawna, but really?? You live on your own, (y/n), and you know this. What if you’re wrong, things won’t be okay?? CB: Putting yourself in danger like this is horribly irresponsible. You need to get him out tomorrow as soon as he’s awake. Seriously. CB: And make sure you wash your hands! SF: woah woah hold up SF: yeah i washed my hands CB: Good! SF: dude you cant get stds through skin contact

You search it up just in case and are relieved to find your bluff is in fact valid.

SF: [has sent an attachment] SF: see, its fine SF: only a fucking idiot would believe that tracy CB: Only a fucking idiot would bring home a dead body and let it sleep on the couch SF: WOAAHH SF: he is NOT dead SF: yet SF: his fever is at 104 CB: What the fuck?? He needs to go to the hospital SF: i think its going down. i put him under a thin blanket and gave him a cold towel CB: Okay. Well, I guess it’s good you decided to bring him back. CB: But you still need to be careful. Sleep with your room locked tonight, and barricade it. SF: yeah it was pretty cold out there tonight SF: im gonna stay next to him and check on him thru the night tho CB: Please don’t. SF: : P CB: I’m serious! Aren’t you scared something will happen to you?? SF: not really. im looking at him right now and he just looks like some poor dude down on his luck who got lost and had a shitty as fuck night CB: If you’re going to resort to that, then I guess I can’t change your mind. SF: haha nope CB: Just shoot me or Shawna a text whenever you wake up. If I don’t get a message after 1pm I’m going to come over. SF: sure thing mom CB: God you’re such a pain in my ass. CB: Get some sleep. SF: oh my god stop worrying, ill be ok and ill message you tomorrow CB: You better!

-- ClickyBitchtracy [CB] ceased pestering SadFroggy [SF] at 2:29AM--

You stared at the pesterlog until your phone screen went dim. The entire livingroom was shrouded in darkness now, save for the light of the city pouring in through the window.

You could hear the cars passing before their headlights streaked like shooting stars across your ceiling. There were still distinct conversations from the world below seeping into your room, but they faded before they could make it to your ears.

You turn to look at the sleeping boy on your couch.

He lay directly in the dim light from the window. In the illumination of the moon and passing traffic, you would almost say he looked sad. You wondered what he was looking for tonight before you found him, and hoped you would be able to help him.

Another car passed, then another. Soon, you drifted off to sleep.

[yandere--stuck]

Protective!Yandere!Dirk Drabble

It was all Dirk's fault. He didn't plan for this and he should have. He'd always worried that something would hurt you, yes, but that it would be from something out of his control, like an accident or at the hands of the Batterwitch. But, not a fellow human.

He'd forgotten that not everyone saw your true worth. Not everyone could see the truth for what it is. Not everyone knew you were to be worshiped and revered. Loved.

Some were blind. Some had hurt you. And no matter how much Dirk tried to ignore it, he couldn't let that stand. 

So, that night, after he had comforted you and made sure you were asleep (burning the image of the rise and fall of your chest and the expression of your peaceful, sleeping face into his mind), Dirk did some work. It wasn't difficult at all to locate and track down the ones who had hurt you.

Wasn't hard to open and step through an unlocked window. His katana gripped in one hand as he crept through the house. His first stop of the night. And just maybe he'd let them live after he was done with them.

Dirk knew you'd want him to be merciful - more than what they deserved. 

[vikkirosko]

What would a relationship between Dirk and a Sylph of Life be like?

🗡 Dirk Strider x Reader headcanons Sylph of Life 🪛

With the appearance of you in Dirk's life, it would seem that he has more warm moments in his life. When you first started being friends, you often asked him in the chat if he ate, if he drank enough water and if he slept enough hours at night. When you started dating, your concern for him became even greater, but he didn't mind. In a way, he missed it in the way you gave it to him

The fact that you were hyper-responsible was obvious. You couldn't afford to rest until you were sure that you had finished everything, because otherwise the feeling of anxiety would not leave you until the moment when you finished things. At such moments, when you were sitting late at work, Dirk, seeing that you were already very tired, literally took you to bed, realizing that if he left you to sit further, then you could well sit late into the night or even into the morning

Quite often you tried to help others, including Dirk, and sometimes it bordered on obsession. He tried to take it calmly, knowing how close you could take some words to heart. You didn't want to impose on him, but you sincerely wanted to help him and take care of him, which Dirk understood perfectly well

You loved cooking and often treated him to what you cooked. You surrounded him with care and enjoyed the love and attention he gave you. It was really important to you. Besides, you were ready to stand up for Dirk if necessary. You, usually calm and peaceful, could do a lot if those you loved were in danger. At such moments, you turned into a real warrior, ready for decisive action

Despite your periodic obsession, Dirk loved you. He treasured you and was glad that you appeared in his life. You were creating something similar to home comfort, which he did not have before in the sense in which they usually talked about home comfort. Homemade food, care and a soft smile that you were always ready to give him couldn't help but warm his heart

[luminousbravery]

hellooooo! your blog is so cute and i'm so fcking soft for the striders 😭 could you do headcanons for dave and dirk with a multilingual s/o? sometimes they drop sweet nicknames in their other language(s), or sound like they're opening the floodgates of hell when they cuss lmao (english is a pretty bland language if you ask me, curses don't hit the same here) i'm jus rly rly thinking of calling the boys "mahal" 🥺😔

oooh this one is super fun!!! i only really know English and very little spanish, though, so bear with me on it. i hope this is to your liking!!!

DAVE/DIRK WITH A MULTILINGUAL S/O

Dave isn't really good with learning any other languages, but you being able to speak them fluently really amazes him. He's interested in you translating, and trying to help it, but he doesn't have much hope that he'd be able to speak anything fluently like you do. Whenever he catches you swearing, he just starts to smirk and nod along. Oh, and he gets so soft and sweet when you call him other nicknames. Makes him feel super special.

Dirk, on the other hand, probably would be able to learn bits and pieces. He'd start learning enough to be able to flirt or call you sweet nicknames in return. He'd probably want to surprise you with this, though, so you wouldn't find out until you did something like flirt with him, only for him to immediately counter that with another compliment in that language. He immediately grins about it afterwards, especially if you happen to get flustered or blush.

[yandere--stuck]

Hello hello it is a mutual that has anxiety so I'm on anon. Love your dirk stuff so much and I'm having a bit of an anxiety attack rn and just thinking of your content for him makes me smile through the tears as edgy as that sounds. Thank u for the goods and the happiness. /pos

Oh no, I'm so sorry! D: I hope you feel better soon! *BIGGG hugs!* Idk if this'll help but I hope you like it and the rest of your day goes much better <3

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Though some may find it hard to believe, Dirk really, really enjoys physical affection. He's incredibly touch-starved and wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms. Just cuddling up close to you, nuzzling against you and stroking your back to help calm you down. It's the least he can do. After all, he's the reason your stuck with him.

But if you don't like physical touch when anxious, Dirk doesn't mind talking you through it. Though, it may sound a bit stilted or robotic. Despite being a man of both words and actions, it's difficult to speak from the heart. He'll go over grounding and breathing techniques while he fights the urge to pat your hand or squeeze your knee reassuringly. Deep breaths, okay? Inhale for 4 seconds, now hold it for 7, and then breathe out for 8. You're doing great.

Or if you'd rather be alone, Dirk will allow it. It kills him to be away from you, especially when you're in pain. He'll make you something to eat or try to focus on his gadgets but he ultimately gets nothing done, too consumed by thoughts of you. He can't help but blame himself. 

I mean, he's trapped you here. He only recently allowed you to wander the complex freely without him being constantly at your side. He just loves you so much. Even if someone who loves you isn't supposed to be doing this. It makes his heart ache, but he'll leave you be for as long as it takes - or as long as he can stand it. Whichever comes first. There's nothing he wouldn't do if it was for your health and well-being. 

Well, everything besides letting you go, but Dirk supposed that went without saying. He loved you too much to let you leave. You were the most important thing in his life. Nothing could change that 🧡

[vikkirosko]

Dirk X seer of void reader?

🗡 Dirk Strider x Reader headcanons Seer of Void 🪛

Dirk was not a master at building relationships with other people. Although he tried to maintain an unflappable image, he, like others, could feel anxiety or embarrassment. When you met him, he realized that you had similar problems as he did. You both had trouble connecting with people, and that was the first reason why you and Dirk were able to find a common language, gradually becoming closer to each other

You could have been offline for several long hours. At first, Dirk did not understand what the reason for this was, until one day you told him that when you were doing what you liked, you could forget yourself completely immersed in your favorite activity, and so that nothing would distract you, you turned off the sound on your phone and turned off your computer, creating an atmosphere of silence that you liked it so much. Dirk didn't judge you, realizing that sometimes he also wanted to be alone with his thoughts, but sometimes it happened that you could just forget that you needed to reply to his message, for which you later apologized to him

Dirk was often surprised at how confident you were. You made decisions confident that you were doing everything right, and even if it turned out that your decisions were wrong, you didn't get upset. On the contrary, you claimed that this was also an experience and you learned from your mistakes. However, Dirk quickly realized that everything was not as simple as it seemed at first glance. He saw that it bothered you and at first tried not to talk about it, but when he did bring up the subject, you, though regretfully, confessed to him that your failures upset you, that you blamed yourself for it, but you weren't going to let it stop you

When you became much more familiar with each other, you showed your more confident side of your personality, which is why Dirk often reminded you that you should be more careful and check what you did several times. He knew that if problems arose, you could isolate yourself from others, including him, and Dirk did not want to allow this. He took care of you in his characteristic way, even if sometimes it might not be very similar to caring in the general sense of the word

Although Dirk didn't say it, he was glad that he met you. He didn't have many close people, but he treasured each of you and tried to help you feel better when it was hard for you, while you tried to help him as much as you could. You didn't always have the same opinion on some issues, but you knew that you could find a compromise if the need arose

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Could you do some Dirk Strider Love Language HC’s? Thanks!

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AWW you're so sweet, thank you!!! i hope you like the new writing style, haha

DIRK AND HIS LOVE LANGUAGE

Dirk Strider probably has a very odd love language. He's definitely not the type to be touchy feely, or throw compliments around, but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you! He just shows you his affection in other ways. His favorite way to show how he cares is probably gift giving. He'll build you cool gadgets and show them off for you, and that's how he he shows you how he cares. Other times, he just likes to do things for you. You need something from the store? Let him do it, he doesn't mind. You mention cleaning the house? Oh, he was going to do that anyway.

He loves you a lot.