#Homestuck 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-STUCK!!! DROP ANOTHER HOMESTUCK RELATED FIC.. AND MY LIFE SHALL BE YOURS!!!

Your heart hammered in your chest, legs pumping and early slipping on carpet as you dashed through the upper floor of John's house. Rapidly approaching the staircase, your panicked mind vaguely considered jumping down the stairs before, in the same instant, imagining your crumpled body in a heap at the bottom.

You barely had time to skid to a stop, nearly flying over the ledge as a flash of light blinded your vision. Desperate to keep your eyes open, your bleary eyes took in a sudden bloom of blue directly in front of you, like a piece of the sky had suddenly taken form in the middle of the stairway, blocking your path.

John.

Still somewhat blinded, you couldn't see the smug grin on his face, but you could certainly hear it.

“You didn't really think that'd work, did you?"

Turning on your heels, you nearly flew back down the hall, chased by peals of John's echoing laughter.

Slamming into the bathroom door, you furiously fumbled with the doorknob and all but fell inside before throwing your body against it, forcing it shut. You quickly turned to lock it and took a moment to catch your breath. You panted, resting your hands on your knees and greedily took in lungfuls of air.

Another flash.

“Don't panic,” he whispered, voice filled with faux-fear. “But, I think he's in here with us.”

An aggravated growl that crescendoed into a shout erupted from your throat. You didn't even take a second to look, frantically fighting with the knob until you spilled back into the hall.

You were going nowhere, running in circles, but you were too determined to give up now. You'd make it out this time. You'd make it down the hall, down the stairs, out the door, and you'd be free. You'd be free and find someone who could help you and they'd stop John and you'd be safe and you'd be free. You could see it so clearly in your mind's eye - the bright blue sky, the sun beating down on you, the smell of fresh air, the dirt underneath your shoes, grass brushing against your legs and leaves caressing your face and shoulders. You were so close.

You jerked forward. You would have fallen straight onto your face if an iron-clad grip hadn't kept you in place. The feeling of warm flesh against your own was tight around your arm, tight enough to leave bruises. Heart in your throat, you glanced down at your arm.

Sticking out of the white wall was an arm, somehow phasing through the wall. You stared at it for a moment, your mind chugging like an old computer as you looked between the offending arm and your own. There was an arm. Coming out of the wall. And it was touching you. So tight around your own arm that it had nearly sent you bowling over.

A scream was ripped out of your throat. You frantically waved and wrenched your arm to-and-fro, trying to pull yourself free. You screamed and kicked and flailed. You could feel your limb slowly slip from the tight grip and with one final pull, you flung yourself forward.

And just as quickly, you tripped and landed on your stomach with a hard thud. It was so sudden you didn't even have time to throw your arms out to catch yourself. With a groan, you writhed in pain and mushed your face into the carpet. Just underneath the pain, your mind vaguely recognized the feeling of something wrapped around your ankle.

Wrapped around… Around your…

You snapped yourself out of your daze. Pushing yourself to your hands and knees, you turned to look behind you, wide eyes spotting what looked like the same hand phasing through the floor and gripping tight around your ankle. No, no, no!

Struggling not to hyperventilate, you attempted to stand, only for an identical hand to rise from the floor and snap around your other foot. A panicked scream bellowed from you as you kicked and thrashed in their grip.

Another vice grip wrapped around one hand, then the other, keeping you anchored to the ground. Terror overtook you completely as more and more hands rose from the floor beneath you or flowed from the walls. It felt as though one of the many appendages had forced its way down your throat and ripped out panicked gasps and shrieks from within you. They were all over. Everywhere. Your arms, your legs, your clothes. Fingers everywhere, gripping your hair and roughly canvassing and massaging your face. They held you down. Animalistic, irrational fear flashed images of them pulling you into the floor itself and leaving you to suffocate. You bucked and fought and struggled and even tried to bite a few offending fingers in your desperation to break free.

You fought so hard. You tried with all your might. But it was too much and there were too many, and eventually, you collapsed in exhaustion.

You shook with each inhale and exhale. You bristled at every touch and brush of the many hands and fingers against your skin.

You felt the slight vibrations of approaching footsteps, and you involuntarily flinched. You could feel him looming over you. Your eyes darted around, frantic to lock onto him. As John came into view, smug smile on his face, you bared your teeth in rage like a prey animal attempting to scare off a larger predator.

“You're so cute,” he cooed down at you. “Did you know that?”

He wasn't worthy of an answer, your only reply being the harsh, angry breaths that left your exhausted body. John moved to your front before kneeling down close to you. With newfound strength, you jerked against the many ghostly hands, but to no avail. You collapsed again. John's eyes crinkled in amusement, and he huffed out a laugh.

One hand slunk away from your forehead and he quickly took the opportunity to place a kiss against your skin. You grimaced, certain you could feel it burn into you like a brand.

John quirked his head to the side. “This has been really fun and all, but don't you think this game has gotten a bit old?”

You didn't have the strength to reply, only glaring up at him in response. John simply shrugged, smug smile still fixed on his face. He leaned back in, this time pressing a firm kiss to your cheek.

“I haven't had this much fun on my birthday in years,” he whispered. “Now, I've got everything I've ever wanted this year,” he poked a finger on your nose, ignoring how you grimaced at the touch.

You tried to snap at his finger but he quickly pulled it back with a laugh.

“Almost got me!” John grinned. “See? This is why I love you, you've got a good sense of humor.”

The look in his eyes was so adoring, it made you sick. It was almost like this really was just a game to him.

It was so funny, you forgot how to laugh.

[xeawea]

trick or treat dave!

dave gave you [x2] apple jolly rancher and [x1] soundcloud link!

[playerofspace]

YANDERE!GAMZEE MAKARA x GN!DARLING

★ in his nonsober state, there is perhaps nothing more important in this world to gamzee than the peace of sitting around, drinking a few fanciful sips of soda, and you. everything else, even his bestest of pals, quickly takes a backseat in his obsessive stupor.

★ at first you might find yourself charmed by his laidback demeanor. a lot of people tend to let their guard down around him—because really, what is good ol’ easygoing gamzee gonna do? but that’s exactly the play. to fool you and all the others. some wait to reveal their true colors when their prey gets closest to them, but he doesn’t even need to try all that hard.

★ it all boils underneath the surface. the violent urges, the way his relaxed stance suddenly tenses when he hears you mention others in casual conversation, the way his lazy smile curls into a not so subtle snarl. after a while, it’s hard to contain. he can’t just sit around anymore and wait for someone else to sweep you off your feet. gamzee is well aware of what his friends think of him: stupid, delusional, manic, strange. it wouldn’t be hard for them to convince you they were the better choice.

★ not many fancy him a planner, but he has thought this through many times. he tosses and turns in his recuperacoon at night, going over all the ways he could snap on a dime and murder every one who cares to witness you. the sopor never managed to keep that part of him quite at bay—the part that constantly dreams of violence.

★ he’s afforded them the privilege of you for too long now. you’re a blessing, a miracle not even in disguise. it’s disgusting that you value those lower than you. it’s like you don’t see your own worth. that frustrates him more than anything else. he knows now that he has to take the burden upon himself and make you understand that you shouldn’t be around filth like that.

★ gamzee tells you not to worry when people you care about begin to disappear. and you believe him, because why wouldn’t you? he’s the only one who could comfort you in such trying times. he rubs your back and says so softly, miracles like you never need to know no fright. somehow, the words don’t seem right this time. but you’re too caught up in your grief to care.

★ maybe it’s odd that even as gamzee’s friends vanish one by one, he still keeps that peaceful smile on his face. as if nothing has changed at all. and to him, that’s just the simple truth. he can watch them bleed and smile the next day. he can mangle their bodies beyond repair and look you in the eyes, whispering such sweet things as you cry to him about your concerns. as if the hands that hold up your face aren’t soaked with the blood of those you cared about.

★ all is right in the world. now with no competition, things can go back to the way they always used to be. you, him, and a bottle of grape soda. maybe even the occasional cuddle pile. you shake and shiver whenever he holds you, but he couldn’t account for all the side effects. all that matters is that you’re not leaving any time soon, and that’s just the way he wants it.

★ you may not ever figure out it was gamzee who slaughtered everyone. maybe you’ll live the rest of your life thinking it was some mysterious assassin who had a serious score to settle with your friends, or some monster you had yet to defeat. he wouldn’t have it any other way. good things come to those who wait, after all.

[hugefuckingtitsmassivepair]

if you miss 2013-era Character X Reader fan fiction and you’re also a homestuck fan, I’ve just finished uploading the first 5 Chapters of my Dave Strider X Reader college AU to ao3. There’s currently ~80 chapters drafted and I’ll be uploading one every other day!! It’s written in the style of old-era fanfic so go easy on me of you’re used to novel quality, lol.

[yanyan-stuck]

F, W, and X for dirk?

X was answered here

F and W for Dirk

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would feel so guilty about it. He'd definitely let you yell at him, nodding along with every insult you hurl at him. He would even let you hit him, if he thought it would make you feel better and wouldn't give you an opportunity to escape. He would try to have a serious conversation about what you want and need, but given that you're practically in hysterics trying to fight against him, it wouldn't actually get anywhere. His default would be to just give you space until you were calmer. To watch you through cameras rather than staying in the same room as you. To only enter your room to get you your food and water and take care of you. If you were actively trying to escape and he could see that through his cameras, he would come back into the room. He'd be confident in how well restrained you are, so he wouldn't even bother trying to stop you, wouldn't tell you to knock it off. He's just sticking around so he can react faster on the off chance that you do manage to get out of the ropes.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Fuck, he hopes not. It's a constant worry on his mind that you'll do something that will push him beyond his self control. He'd be lying if he tried to say he never considered hurting you, just enough to keep you compliant and with him. He thinks about it a lot, the exact force he would need to exert in any circumstance, just enough to keep you with him with as little collateral damage as possible. He tells himself those are just intrusive thoughts, and that he would be able to be patient towards you forever. He knows that he would be more than capable of it, and that scares him just as much as the thought of any cons it would have relating to your relationship with him. He'll avoid you more if he thinks it's a risk. Ultimately, he's very careful about it which is something both of you are lucky for. If you do push too hard, if you get too close to escaping when he's in one of those moods, he would hurt you as a last resort. He wouldn't even hesitate. He would feel guilty about it of course, but he would still feel that it was the only option for him.

[zmbienep]

GIVE ME MORE GAMZEE X READER FANFICS FEED ME FEED ME

[vikkirosko]

🧢 Bro Strider x Reader headcanons Help one more time 🗡

When Dirk had a baby in his arms, he did not know at all what to do. He didn't know how to take care of children, and when little Dave cried, he tried to calm him down the way he could. This went on until in the middle of the night, when he was trying to calm Dave down, there was a knock on the door. You were standing on the threshold of his apartment. You and Dirk knew each other, you were his neighbor, but you didn't usually talk much. You came to complain about the noise, but when you saw your neighbor very tired and with a baby in his arms, you were very surprised, but your anger subsided. Instead of being mad at him, you offered to help him calm the child down

Unlike him, you knew how to take care of children. In another situation, he wouldn't have accepted your help, but he hasn't slept much in the last few days, so he agreed, handed Dave over to you and went to bed. When he woke up, he saw that you were peacefully rocking the baby in your arms, singing a lullaby. Dirk didn't understand how you managed to calm Dave down, but he was grateful to you. You gave him some advice and then left, but pretty soon Dirk himself appeared on your doorstep, asking you to help him again with taking care of his, as he said, younger brother

You began to help Dirk regularly, spending time in his apartment more often than in your own. You taught him how to take care of a child, helped him with cooking and sometimes with cleaning. Dave grew up and became as attached to you as he was to Dirk. You weren't sure about all the things Dirk taught and was going to teach Dave, but he was his guardian, and you were just giving advice that he had every right not to follow. Dirk was grateful to you for helping him and he was glad that you were spending time together. He's become as attached to you as Dave has. After an exhausting day, you could watch movies together, and then fall asleep on the couch. You cooked food together, although you most often took over the cooking, being not very confident in Dirk's culinary skills, and he was absolutely not against eating the food that you cooked

When Dave first called you family, you were moved to tears. You didn't think that this little kid would consider you as close as his brother. Dirk, looking at you and your emotional reaction, he was completely okay with you being part of their family. He himself has managed to get into your feelings and would like you to be able to raise him together. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but he was sure that it was easier to cope with taking care of the child together than if he tried to cope with it alone

Growing up, Dave knew that he had a Bro with whom he had a rivalry, but he respected and admired him, and there was you, his Sib, who took care of him, who was the one who was always ready to listen to him, help and reason with Bro when he overdid his pranks. You were a family and he hoped that it would always be like this. He hoped that he would always have a family by his side, even if he would never admit it to anyone

[loquaciousscribe]

Hiyaa! Do you write for the alpha kids from Homesruck as well?? If so can you write for dirk general headcanons?? (Feel like he be a bit more awkward than dave more like internally screaming or something lol)

Sorry if you have many request is okay if you don't want to do it!

uhm... my bad for the random hiatus.. gyulp

DIRK STRIDER X READER GENERAL HEADCANONS

compared with Dave, the Striders are very similar, stoic, ironic, and all that stuff.

One of the key differences is their tell(for like emotions?). Dave has a lot of control over his voice, but you can see it in his face, whereas Dirk has a lot of control over his face, but you can hear emotions in his voice.

expect some stumbling over words when he’s flustered

“ur pretty cute, yk” “i- whatt was that..?” “i said ur cute” *stare*

i can see him just staring at you when he doesnt know what to do or say

He wants affection, but he doesn't really know how to like.. do that. He doesn't know how to go about initiating affection, and he'd kill himself before actually asking you, so he kinda just stays in the same room as you until you get the hint. Kinda like a cat.

just hovering around you in general, especially around groups of people.

He is sososososososososososososososoSO touch starved, man

If he hears something like "Oh! [name]'s been talking about you!" he's immediately thinking of the worst possible scenario. Not necessarily because he thinks you would, but because he thinks he deserves that.

he definitely listens EXTRA well if he hears you mention his name(say nice things pls)

kinda a given, but he draws the two of you together and gets all giddy about it

if YOU give anything to HIM, whether that's art, food, something you bought, a cool rock you found, ANYTHING, he will treasure it forever

that being said he gets intimidated by large gifts. if you get him something super big he'd try to get you something even bigger to counter

you’re gonna need to initiate most of everything.. kissing, cuddling, holding hands.. he wont know when it’s appropriate unless you do it first so he just doesn’t even try

im still better than @somberauthor because i actually posted:3

[l4zyb0n35]

I always feel like that bitch whenever a fanfic writer i follow and get inspo from likes my post. It’s like winning an Emmy.

[bridalgirl]

equius x reader headcanons? hes my favorite guy and i love him a lot

[how i feel making requests]

"not out of desire or shame but some subconscious impulse to feel pain"

behind all the muscle and his barely-kept-together mental state, is someones whos very, sickly sweet.

he doesnt show it in the most direct ways. maybe not the most socially acceptable ways, either. but hes in love with you. dear jegus believe him, he truly is.

when he met you he was initially taken aback. his etiquette and morals failing him because you were so different. and so intoxicating. and so nice.

he needed a towel.

but, seriously, it took awhile before he actually took his feelings seriously. first he floated around you, more often sitting at his computer, drumming his fingers and waiting for a message to come in.

hed ask all his friends (from every caste) about you, waxing poetically about how you spoke, how you behaved, how you looked.

ofcourse, in the early days those admiring comments were mixed with some hints of distaste. old habits die hard, and no matter what caste you are- lord forbid if youre human- he'll have some choice words to say about the colour of your blood. but, really, its all nothing to him. every negative thought gets mixed with the positive ones, and the longer he talks, the negative ones just.. fade away.

either nepeta or karkat would tell him that he seemed oddly interested in you. he tried his hardest to ignore that.

but with every message you exchanged with eachother, something seemed to blossom inside of him. you kept catching him off guard and left him fumbling with his feelings. though he;d be too stubborn to tell you about what he felt, ofcourse.

but when you start dating? boy. boy. goodluck getting this man away from you.

hes by your side. always.

personally i think his biggest love languages are quality time and acts of service. he loves being useful to you. whether it'd be picking up groceries or fending off creeps. this man can do it all.

speaking of a) groceries. hes a strong boy, as we all know. i think hed like to show off a bit, bashfully deny you from carrying things yourself and instead doing it for you. he also likes it when other people see him carrying things for you- it fills him with an odd amount of pride. he can do things for you. help you.

and b) creeps. equius will be your personal guard dog, whether he means to or not. hes a very protective person, and you only have to snap your fingers or he'll snap and lunge and bite at whoever is bothering you. whether thats literally or figuratively is up for debate.

[somberauthor]

I loved your last Aradia one… and all of them honestly because she is underrated honestly.

could you please maybe do a Aradia x Reader where they are moirails and she says something along the lines of “when you die can i have your skull??” out of NOWHERE. it’s been bouncing around in my head like the DVD logo for a while…

I LOVE ARADIA I think it's obvious she's one of my highest kins. but erm yeah have fun!! PS. im so sorry for like.. really procrastinating on these...

you we sitting in your room with your moirail, Aradia Megido. She was laying on the floor looking at her husktop, while you were simply sitting on the bed, watching her screen intently. She was scrolling mindlessly on chitter, laughing at bad takes. But suddenly she stopped, then slowly, her head turned toward you. ''___.'' She spoke firmly, shit SHITHISHIHTIHSHIT what did you do this time. was she mad????? oh GOD OH GOD OH GOD. ''yeah?'' You said calmly, ignoring the internal battle of your anxiety inside you.

''Can I have your skull when you die?'' She rolled over to look up at you. ''Since trolls scientifically live longer than your species.'' She said matter-of-factly

''Sure, I dont mind. Better you have it then some weirdo.'' You chuckled, earning a hearty cackle from your moirail.

''who know's maybe I'm a weirdooo'' She said similar to how a stereotypical ghost would, wiggling her fingers at you.

''Aradia... I will call your lusus'' You stated as she let out a small 'aw.'

[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.

[myhedcanonicfables]

Confessing Gamzee, Karkat and Eridan

please, i wait your requests!

Gamzee:

He worries less than many people. At least because his religion helps him.

«HeY i hAvE oNe IsSuE»

If you refuse him, Gamzee will be upset, of course, but he will not sad you for long.

Probably, it's just nice for him to admire the good features of a person and be his friend.

And if you agree, he will eventually take on subconscious responsibility. He may be a relaxed person, but he gives priority values to close people.

Karkat :

He is definitely heistates. «SURELY. IT WOULD BE A SHAME! IS IT WORTH IT?»

Karkat also definitely does not like himself and expects this from the reader, even if he has always been treated well.

But okay. In the end, for him will be easier to move on. Therefore, it is solved after not too long.

If you refuse him, then this is what he was preparing for. Therefore, with prepared sadness, he continues to strive for common friendship. But also, he can refuse future friendship too.

But how surprised and happily Karkat will become if you agree.

Now you are a couple, so it's time to experience his accumulated experience gained in movies.

Eridan:

If we are talking about a human, then he will need to step over his pride even more and for longer than with a lowblood troll.

He is unlikely to idealize his love in ordinary circumstances. But he understands his feelings quickly enough

Eridan hesitates a lot in front of whoever it is in this deal. He's afraid of shame.

And he'll get angry if you refuse. Of course, he will be very upset, and he will certainly be much more detached.

But maybe he won't show much joy if you agree, he still will treat you much better. Very.. protectively.

But whoever you are in the troll hierarchy, Eridan will be proud of his partner.

[virgilmyboy]

The fact is there isn’t much demand for dualscar fanfic and that’s a fact and ‘facts do not care about your feelings’, but god damnit does it hurt.

[hugefuckingtitsmassivepair]

my next fanfic will be removing everyone except Davesprite from namco high and re-uploading it like this