#bro strider x reader

[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

[yandere--stuck]

Hey! I just read and am really obsessed with the stuff you wrote about Bro a while ago. I'm a huge Bro fan and the stuff you've written is honestly my favorite! If you were to write more about Diederik, I would totally enjoy seeing it! Either way, thank you for writing it!

You find that Diederik is a very tactile person. Longing to touch and be touched like one needs air to breathe. As though being apart from you was suffocating, like a phantom pair of hands holding his lungs tight and only releasing when his skin met yours.

You weren't exactly being prevented from leaving, but Diederik kept pleading with you to stay. And you couldn't just leave Dave like this - he was only a kid, he shouldn't be left alone to be the only one to look after his emotionally vulnerable guardian. Diederik wasn't being violent, but he was clearly not in a good place. Some sort of breakdown, perhaps?

He refused, however, to go to the hospital. He flinched away at the idea of leaving the apartment.

“It was mostly him out there. I don't even remember what it was like before Cal anymore,” Diederik had pointed to the broken puppet. He refused to let anyone touch it. Too scared. “So, I think we should stay here. Where it's safe. Please.”

You felt compelled to stay longer. It was hard not to pity him. 

He doesn't let you leave his side, following you around like a puppy. Even just a few moments in separate rooms leaves Diederik anxious. It makes it hard to get some time alone with Dave to offer comfort or try to formulate some sort of plan. You notice that when Dave isn't switching between talking with you or staring at his brother and the broken puppet, he disappears into his room for some amount of time. Maybe you could talk there? Or maybe he has a phone? 

But, first you had to deal with Diederik. 

His body stretches over the couch as he rests his head in your lap. His hair pools over your knees. You don't know when he last slept, but it had to have been before you had broken the doll. Even now, the man still fights the siren song of slumber. He blinks his eyes wearily, shaking his head. And all the while, he never looks away from you.

You card your fingers through his hair as he looks up at you. His eyes are a burnt orange. They bore into you, searing deep into your flesh like the desert sun. He holds you in his gaze like you're something important, like you're the entire world. You remember what he said, about barely being a person because of that puppet. Maybe, right now, you are his entire world.

You play with Diederik's hair and talk to him softly until he eventually falls asleep. You can at least give him this.

[bridalgirl]

pinned post stuff. rules & characters & abt me for my shitty homestuck x reader blog.

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hi im dirk, admin of the blog. he/him pronouns and nothing else please. im a fan of homestuck and many a other little interests that you can ask about if youd like. im a bit of a freak and been in the creative writing scene for about 7 years now. chronic tumblr mobile user.

my little rules paragraph: i mainly write sfw. nsfw is allowed, however be mindful of what you request. i dont fuck with proshipping nor illegal age gaps, domestic abuse, noncon, etc. cnc is okay, but i will put a lengthy warning before any of my posts containing it. max 4 characters per request. no canon x canon. please dont send me requests that involve titles for the reader: ( ex. rogue of heart!reader x karkat, maid of time!reader x cronus ). i have all the right to deny any requests. be civil and kind. ill either do headcanon or literate format depending on my mood, or a mix of both. youre allowed to request whether you specifically want headcanons or a blurb/small fanfic style text.

i write for: beta and alpha trolls and kids, bro strider & lil hal. you can ask for yandere requests, but theyre less likely to be written.

[corvidcoreart]

guys i, guys. guys. okay so hear me out. hear me out. ok just listen. Ju

[yanderes-galore]

Hello!! I'd like to request a Scenario/Short going off of the Bro Strider x Reader Headcanons you did, if that's alright! Same as last time, where reader (GenderNeutral) is liked by Dave as well and Bro feels Romantic feelings for them. (I do like to think Bro is the type to kidnap reader, if that helps for an idea BUT if you'd prefer not to involve that, that's OK!!)

Thank you so much for the opening!! /pos - dirk anon

Hm... I can see what I can do, sure. Bro is called Dirk in this.

Puppet Master

Yandere! Bro Strider Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Post Kidnapping plot, Isolation, Toxic behavior/relationship, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Dave is used to manipulate you, Toxic parenting, Neglect mentioned, Stockholm syndrome mentioned, Forced relationship.

Your encounters with the Striders started simple. For a long while you knew Dirk and Dave through a babysitting job. You were hired a few times to tutor Dave and watch him.

Your impressions of Dirk were that he was rather stoic and quiet. He never showed any emotions around you or Dave. It felt a bit uncanny to you.

All you really knew about Dirk was he was the guardian of Dave. He seemed obsessed with swords and puppets. Plus... you didn't really see him as all that affectionate.

You got along with Dave, his younger brother, more. You saw him as a sibling of your own, maybe even a kid. In your eyes Dave is a very good kid despite his upbringing.

Dave always looked forward to seeing you. You were always a breath of fresh air for him. Your kind words were better than the cold attitude Bro gave him.

Dave was not the only one who liked you.

Dirk, as cold as he is in this iteration, began to be obsessive towards you. It got to the point he used subtle manipulation to keep you around the apartment longer. After all... Dave likes you around.

Poor you never saw it coming.

Before you knew it Dirk had you in his grasp. You kept falling for his tactics... small promises of paying you more or even the fact Dave didn't want you to leave. You had no idea Dirk was just being selfish.

Right up until he locked you away.

Soon all you know is being at the apartment with Dirk and Dave. Most of the time you're confined to Dirk's room or even somewhere else entirely. The doors and windows are always locked... he doesn't care if you take up a sword against him.

He already knows he has enough control over you.

You begin to loathe Dirk and lean more towards Dave for comfort. You hide such a fact in fear that Dirk will isolate you even more. By now you know the truth of Dirk.

No wonder Dave liked you more.

Like an adorable doll or puppet Dirk controls you. He breaks you down to make you his own. With him and Dave being the only contact you have it isn't hard.

Dirk feeds you and takes care of you but you see little affection. He's obsessive over you but he doesn't seem to provide any good aspects of a relationship. He just seems to claim you as his... that's it.

A puppet... a doll... something/someone he can manipulate for his own comfort. Soon you begin to feel like you're losing your own autonomy. The answer to that is simple...

You are.

Dave is the only one that keeps you intact. You try to treat him as you did before. While you are slowly worn down by Dirk... Dave makes you feel like you can tolerate it all.

However... you fear when Dirk will find out.

If Dirk finds out he will prevent interaction between you two. You want to leave Dirk's grasp... but can't do it without fearing for Dirk. You simultaneously bring out the best and worst of Dirk.

No one's going to save you. You lost count of how long you're here with Dirk but you feel it's been awhile. Soon... Dirk even begins to act kinder as you've given in.

There's less cold neglect. He still says nearly nothing but certainly shows more warmth. You feel like... you're making things better.

So if being here makes life better for you and Dave...

Maybe you should reciprocate just a little bit for Dirk, hm?

Or is this all just another trick set up by the puppeteer himself?

[gingerdraw-blog]

Mspa reader rizzing up all the beta guardians aaah :

[davekat-sucks]

Can I request MSPA reader/ Alpha Dave is better than Davekat? I'm requesting that for reasons... that aren't self-shipping related...

Alpha Dave x MSPA Reader is better than Davekat.

[cringe-writing-overlord]

I saw your bro post, and im practically yerning for more(this is me saying I'm requesting fanon bro familial stuff)

-📼

AYE I GOTCHU MAN!! Including some Dave because I ❤️ him.

🗡️F!Bro & Reader🗡️

You and Dave don't know where you came from, and Bro refuses to tell you. He doesn't say why, but you get the feeling he doesn't want you to feel any different from Dave, considering you are only a little younger than him.

You go to public school, but Dave doesn't. I feel like he would absolutely fucking hate it, so Bro homeschools him.

While Dave was given his first sword when he was about five, Bro quickly realized that this was a horrible idea and he couldn't just beat up his brother, so he gave you yours a tad early — considering you and Dave were close in age — before he turned you loose on Dave. It probably would've gone better if it was Bro, because you kicked Dave's ass way worse than anticipated.

Bro now just watches while you and Dave train and beat the fuck out of each other, ensuring nobody has to take a trip to the hospital.

He's always fucking with your hair. Like ruffling it and shit when you pass by him. It's best to just let it be because it's impossible to get him to stop.

Pray to god you get used to the swords in the fridge. And the other weird shit in that damn apartment. Otherwise it's hell on earth.

Bro teaches you how to flash-step. You pick up on it way faster than Dave, who gets exceedingly jealous about it and proceeds to train WAY harder to try and one-up you.

Bro thinks you and Dave being "rivals" is the funniest thing he's ever seen. Just two ten-year-olds going at each other.

I DID MY BEST AUGHHVA

[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...

[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.

[sludgewolf]

👉👈 hey! Feel free to ignore if you arent up for it but do you think you wanna try doing some hcs for Dave strider with an autistic s/o? Especially one who has trouble understanding their own emotions (alexithymia), kinda takes things literally, and has a special interest in bugs (specifically ants and isopods) thank you so much in advance! ♡♡♡

No, I am writting this hc!! Just be aware that I have ADHD not autism, so pls tell me if I got anything wrong or you want smt fixed and I hc Dave being half japanese, Bro raising him with some of the culture as well as the Strider charm (I'm just saying this bc there's a small part that won't make sense without that info)

Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post

Masterlist

Dave x Autistic!Reader

Actually x btw

Dave used to just ignore his emotions so he never ended up learning how to deal or understand them until recently

so he understands you to some degree and helps you whenever you ask him to

and if you think you'd rather talk to someone else he takes you to Rose since she was the one to help him for the most part, the other part was Karkat but his though love approach isn't for everyone

Dave tones down on the sarcasm while talking to you, especially when not joking

Egbert now takes a double dose of the patented Strider Sarcasm™

poor idiot doesn't know what's coming their way

Still there's a learning curve for both of you

Dave doesn't do it on purpose, but sometimes forgets that you take things literally and he runs his mouth

going from tangent to tangent until things don't make sense anymore

at times starting to talk having no idea where he's taking things and discovering it only after he already said it

confusing you both and making you ask him if he's serious

to which he immediately cuts himself off and apologizes as if he just kicked a puppy

sometimes kneeling down to properly apologize is he takes things too far

If you have a collection of insects he is eager to see it

the first time you visited his room he immediately dragged you to his shelf to show you some sick bugs he has on amber or preserved in alcohol

Dave then listens attentively as you tell him about what kind of bug it is and what's their niche in the food chain

once you're done he tells you about how he found it behind the toiled after hearing Bro scream like a baby from getting spooked by it

If you have an ant farm or a bioactive enclosure with roly-polies and springtails Dave will practically beg you to let him feed them

just be careful since he will try to feed them pizza or some old candy he found in his pocket

and instead of water he'll give them apple juice thinking it's way better because he's watering and feeding them at the same time

You have to explain that that's the weirdest and stupidest idea you ever heard, but you sometimes let him put a drop of Aj in a bottle cap as a treat to your bugs

Congrats, you're the new target of his long and winded monologues

but you're more than expected to do it back to him

please tell him about deep sea isopods and the freak sizes they grow into, please tell him about the new hobby you've just started

Just talk to him

he craves your attention and company as much as he craves your touch, shit is unreal

[nightfang22]

hey! I saw that u still write Homestuck smut and I'm bored so ask time! :3 may I please have a Dave strider x male reader smut? hc or drabble, idrc, just go for it! thank you :3

Hi!Omg okay so there’s so much I could do with this but I’ll go ahead with like a little hc list I think?I’ve always wanted to do those!

-Okay so Dave is our all knowing playboy God but I feel like he’s got the internal gay panic too.Like he’s super overly confident with women but when it comes to men,forget it.

-He’s SUPER nervous but obvi he doesn’t wanna show it.It’s giving acting overly confident but also when he leans against a pole to act cool his hand misses and he trips vibes.

-He does all the cute cheesy shit he sees on the Internet but secretly he wants to be wooed.

-Like I’m talkin man wants flowers,chocolates,to be spoiled,etc.I mean who doesn’t?It’s nice to be wooed!!

-Definitely doesn’t know how to handle it at first cause he thought all bros got butterflies in their tummy when they think about each other (my poor sheltered boy)

-It would definitely take him a hot minute before he's completely genuine about his feelings but don't expect him to be all genuine in front of people

-Next level closeted-ness in front of anyone but you.Like I'm talking it starts with a total denial where he's just like "Oh yeah totally but y'know.No homo."

-Behind closed doors though??He's all about it.

Sorry this is so short!There will probably be more soon tho!

[cherryluvrx3]

meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader X Karkat Vantas

Chapter 3

I stopped pacing around the room when I heard the doorbell ring. I practically ran to the door then stopped just in front to compose myself. Straighten out my clothes and pat my hair down and take a deep breath before I opened the door.

Dave, who was waiting on the other side, heard the heavy footsteps of someone running to the door.

‘Am I gonna get jumped??’

The pause.

‘Maybe they had a change of heart.’

The deep breath.

‘No they’re definitely getting ready to fight me.’

And the door opened to reveal a.. sweaty, nervous looking dude- the same one from last time actually.

“Uh..” Dave quickly peaked behind them and didn’t see anyone else, hiding or otherwise. “Your friends didn’t set you up like last time?” He smiled albeit a bit nervously.

“Oh! No I eh.. just.. asked for you myself..”

“..really?”

“Yeah really..”

“…”

Awkward….

“….Right.. well your total is $9.99..” Dave took out the pizza from his little pizza carrier.

“Hopefully it isn’t burnt this time.” I joked and Dave seemed to look surprised.

“Wait really? Your pizza was burnt last time?”

“Uh yeah, like half of the pepperoni was singed. I mean my friend ate it anyway but still.” I said and took note of how he looked sort of confused.

“Yeah that’s.. kinda weird? My friend is the one who makes the pizzas and he usually follows the Pizza Hut pizza making regulations like, word for word. Sort of like a perfectionist? I feel like if he burnt a pizza he would’ve remade it. Or are these false accusations you're putting on my bro’s name?” Dave questioned with a quirked brow and crossed arms.

“No?? Why would I lie about that dude?” I laughed.

“Well I mean, you didn’t call to replace it either.”

“Yeah ‘cause my friend already tore that shit up.” I snickered and pulled out a $10 bill to pay him. He seemed more relaxed now, smiling as he took the money.

“Oh, keep the change, buy yourself something nice.” I winked. “Well aren't you made of money? Sure you can give so much to little ol’ me?” He chuckled and pocketed the bill. “I have more money than I know what to do with man.” I lied confidently as if this pizza didn’t use up the rest of the money I had for the week. “Ha! Have a good one. I’ll let you know if anyone I know needs a sugar daddy or something.” He laughed and walked off.

I closed the door.

Hehehehehe!!!!!

I giggled and tossed the pizza on the counter, running to my couch and flopping down to text the group chat, my legs kicking behind me.

Me

-GUYS

-GUYS OMGGG

Roxy <3

-wat wat wat!!!

Me

-I talked to him :3

Roxy <3

-wooo!!! yeah baby!!

Tezi >:]

-Ok… and?

Me

-wym

Gamz :o)

-so what else

Me

-I just

-Talked to him

-Idk what you want me to say

Nepetita :3

-(Y/n)!!! You have to do more than just TALK to get close to him!! *Nepeta pouts and taps her foot*

Me

-IDK WGAF TO DO!!??

-Like I think,, laughing with him and making small talk is a good start righttt

Roxy <3

-yep def a good start

Tezi >:]

-Stop feeding into their delusions!!

Roxy <3

-what i do? 😭

Tezi >:]

-You’re coddling them and letting them take baby steps! They need to make big jumps to make progress >:/ you could’ve asked what school he goes to, how old he is, when his birthday is, his work schedule, his address or

-Or something!!

Gamz :o)

-yeppp exactly what she said

-remember I said ya gots to take risks babe

Me

-mannn >:/ let me take baby steps

Roxy <3

-yea!! theres norhing wrong with wanting to tske things slow and easy

-its better rhan them coming off as desperate tbh

Nepetita :3

-I guess… but still!! You have to do a little better than having a short pleasant conversation with him okie?? At the end of the day we want you to be happy but you gotta try to okie??

Me

-Yeahhhh :/

-I guess I can like.. go to the actual place and try to chat him up there then ask for his number?

Gamz :o)

-mhm that’s a good idea lil mama

Me

-Yeeeshhh I’m just so like nervous cuz he’s like… so cool

-Like what if he thinks I’m a loser and laughs in my face

-I think I would die

Tezi >:]

-Then fuck that guy!!!

Roxy <3

-yeah I don’t rhink you gotta worry bout nothing

-like I’m very sure if that happens terezi and gamzee r gonna stuff him in a oven 💀

Gamz :o)

-fuck yeah we will

Nepetita :3

-don’t be nervous! You’re literally so epic! I purrmise he’s gonna end up liking you beclaws who wouldn’t!!

Me

-dawwww :>

-ty little meow meow

Nepetita :3

-:3 *hugs you*

Me

-*accepts hug*

Tezi >:]

-*TEARS HUG APART

-*GRABS (Y/N) BY SHOULDERS AND SHAKES THEM*

-YOU CAN DO THIS

-YOU BETTER DO THIS

-BECAUSE WE’RE ALL TIRED OF YOU COMPLAINING OF NOT HAVING A BOYFRIEND

Me

-Okay okay!!

-I’ll try harder

-not today or tomorrow tho

-soon tho!! I swear

-I got missing work too do remember

-but yeah I’ll try harder

Roxy <3

-great :)))

I sigh and toss my phone on the couch while I get up to eat the pizza that’s probably gone a bit cold now.

Yeah I’ll definitely approach him better. Someday.

Damn this pizza is burnt again?

———

The bell on the door jingled as Dave entered the store. He tossed the keys back to Aradia who was looking through a crusty magazine from 2015.

“Do you want me to take over deliveries again? We got two more calls.”

“Uh yeah but stay here for a bit? Need to chat with Karkat real quick ‘fore I man the phones again.”

“…but the customers need their pizzas.” She looked at him with a strangely intense gaze.

“Uh.. they can wait a few minutes bro. It’s not the end of the world.” He nervously joked before dipping to the back.

“Hey kat.” He greeted his friend who just finished boxing a pizza. “Oh. What do you want Dave?” He grumbled and moved the pizza to the counter for Aradia to grab.

“So the guy I delivered to just told me the craziest thing. That the pizza they got a few days ago was actually..” Dave paused for dramatic effect, “burnt..” he slapped his hand over his mouth in faux surprise.

Karkat visibly stiffened.

Dave didn’t notice though because he was more focused on teasing Karkat.

“I thought your pizzas were your ‘works of art’? Your ‘babies’? And you burnt one? What if this affects the store's reviews huh?” He laughed and elbowed Karkat.

It was then he noticed the strange look of guilt on Karkat’s face.

“Uh..dude?”

“..it was a mistake. So what if some schmuck got a burnt pizza?” He grumbled and went off to look for something to occupy his hands.

“Well yeah I wasn’t accusing you of doing it on purpose,” Dave paused and turned to look at Karkat, “did you.. do it on purpose..?” He asked, with a confused smile.

“AGH!”

uh oh.

“WHO CARES!?”

here it comes.

“GET OUT! GET OUT!! GO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB DICKBAG STRIDER!”

Karkat snapped and shoved Dave out the kitchen and back to the front of the store.

Before Dave could try to talk to him again, Karkat already rushed to the break room and slammed the door shut.

“…”

“.. I will go deliver the pizzas now.” Aradia got up quickly, snatching the two pizza boxes and leaving.

Dave checked the clock to see how long he had left on his shift.

2 hours.

Goddamnit.

———

a/n - I sure use "..." a lot... but I like it.. hehe...

idk its just so I can portray the timing of their pauses while they speak and they make a lot of pauses *skull emoji*

also nepeta's contact name is 'nepetita'. I'm mexican and adding "ita" to something is sort of saying "little" in an affectionate way so her contact is saying 'little nepeta' if any of u are confused

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Romantic Dreams

Karkat Vantas x Dave Strider

Last Edited: 08/09/2024

TW: Foul Language

Drabble Prompt: A drabble maybe? Maybe a tiny bit of touching? Where Dave explains that a fist-bump is not declaring they become mates. But Karkat really, really does want to have him fill that matesprite quadrant. And then forces him to sit down and watch some god-damn troll films.

Word Count: 560

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Notes from gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): Title is from the song Romantic Dreams by Deftones. Can you tell we heavily enjoy Deftones? They inspire us and keep up afloat with their songs. Hope you enjoy the prompt for these two. This was supposed to only be a maximum of 500 words.

Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which watching a movie with bae is meant to be educational

“YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND SHIT, FUCK ASS. IS YOUR FUCKING PUZZLE SPONGE ROTTING INSIDE YOUR NUGBONE?” Dave stares at Karkat in silence, listening to his moirail’s words. His arms flail around as he talks in his yelling-but-not-really way. The Texan just lowers his shades a miniscule amount to show the mutant-blood that he’s listening but finding Karkat’s words “uncool.”

“Karbro, how is a fist bump connected to getting down and dirty?” Dave’s freckle-speckled arms cross over his chest, his expression ever unchanging. If it was physically possible for trolls, Dave is sure Karkat would burst a few blood vessels in rage.

“HAVE YOU NOT SEEN ANY OF THE FUCKING MOVIES I RECOMMENDED YOU? THEY CLEARLY EXPLAIN WHY BUMPING PRONGS IS JUST ANOTHER FUCKING WAY TO LINK POINT STUBS. YOU’RE PRACTICALLY DECLARING YOU WANT TO FILL MY MATESPRITESHIP QUADRANT.” Karkat’s cheeks darken a bit at his last sentence before he turns away to click away on his husktop.

The way Karkat speaks tends to make Dave think slowly over his words, placing his own vocabulary in the areas that make no sense; no one ever said he didn’t have some critical thinking and couldn't piece things together from the context clues in any given text— that includes Karkat’s wall of words.

“How can I sit and watch all that when there’s more bulge and nooks in there than one of Bro’s smuppet films,” the Texan argues, earning him a grossed-out look from Karkat. It makes Dave backtrack a little bit, a small dust of pink dancing over his ears. “I mean… C’mon… There’s just so much sexual stuff that I really don’t want to see it. Not like I‘ve seen a smuppet film. John thought it was a good idea to check out Bro’s stuff, is all… And I heard some things. Wasn’t very cool of him to pry,” the last part is said a bit quieter as he starts to shut down at the thought of his Bro.

“WELL, WHY DIDN’T YOU FUCKING SAY SOME SHIT EARLIER, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS. I COULD HAVE FOUND YOU SOME OTHER MATERIAL THAT DOESN’T FOCUS ON THE SEX PART,” the troll looks a little hurt at Dave’s words. They were in a moirailegiance for a reason, and to see his moirail not want to disclose something that made him uncomfortable disquieted the mutant-blood.

“Didn’t want to ruin your snappy mood. You know how it is, Karbro,” Dave’s earlier unease seems to disappear as he gets his “Strider Mask” in place; Striders are too cool for emotions, so it’s best to keep that mask on to remain composed.

“YEAH, SURE. WHATEVER YOU FUCKING SAY. NOW SIT YOUR SPINAL CREVICE DOWN. I’LL PUT ON ONE THAT DOESN’T HAVE ALL THE SEX SHIT YOU HATE.” Karkart starts to rummage around in one of his many bins of collected movies. The Texan’s stature seems to loosen up at his friend’s words, sitting down on the couch.

“As long as its title isn’t stupid,” Dave teases, watching Karkat immediately snap his head towards him at the jab.

“YOUR HUMAN MOVIE TITLES ARE STUPID. HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON WITH JUST A TITLE CALLED JOHN WICK? THAT EXPLAINS NOTHING.” Dave lets the troll’s rant wash over him, having riled Karkat up to let his passion for romcom-based films drown out any negative emotions the Strider felt previously.

[yanderes-galore]

OKAY FINAL REQUEST FOR NOW FROM ME. yandere Bro Strider headcanons? Reader is either a teacher of Dave's or his doctor from a callout appointment, either way someone Dave holds at a high regard in a sense, for how Bro would meet them perhaps. I feel like Bro could be a bit of an unstable yandere, like really nice at times but can be suddenly really mean and uncaring of their own comfort at others. I still want to kiss him though ):

Oooo, Bro content? I can try my hand at this >:D Sorry if he came off too harsh, I was trying to keep it from being OOC I guess.

Yandere! Bro Strider Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentions of child neglect because Homestuck canon, Manipulation, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder implied, Forced companionship, Blood.

I'm going to start this off by saying in canon Bro is definitely a horrible parent/brother/guardian.

He isn't the most empathetic person and sees taking care of Dave as some sort of game, usually being overly harsh to prepare him for something.

Bro is very monotone and quiet most of the time.

He plays mind games and is unusually fast and stealthy.

However, even though Bro teaches Dave through harsh methods (such as physical violence and neglect....), he most likely cares for him somewhat.

Which means Dave no doubt has either a teacher or a doctor he sees for the sake of this concept. Maybe even a babysitter.

This could be where you come in.

Dave no doubt ends up attached to you due to the contrast between you and Bro.

You're nicer, keep him fed, and don't subject him to painful levels of... irony?

Bro seems like a yandere who'd be hard to read or even tell he has an obsession.

Far as you know he's just Dave's guardian, you don't have any connections beside taking care of Dave.

Wrong.

Bro isn't very vocal about his obsession so it brews while you're unaware.

He's perfectly capable of stalking due to his stealth and no doubt uses Dave against you.

Bro knows you care about Dave and often invites you over for something involving Dave.

Tutoring, Check ups, Extra care...

Things like that.

You don't mind since Dave is such a good kid with you.

I personally see Bro as an unpredictable yet calm yandere.

He's caring towards you at times while at others he may act like you did something wrong.

The biggest thing in this dynamic is the fact Dave is a bargaining chip.

You'll find out how Bro treats him at some point and may feel obligated to watch over the kid.

Which leaves you vulnerable to Bro's tactics of getting you close to him.

It's hard to tell his emotions at times, very similar to his post-scratch self.

He appears platonic but could very well mean romantic.

He isn't the most expressive.

Eye contact doesn't help as he barely removes those glasses of his.

In some strange way Bro cares for you like he does Dave.

He appears a bit blind to if he's hurting someone he cares about though.

For example, he has no issues with kidnapping you or taking a sword to those he hates around you.

He could be covered in blood and expects it to be okay because he did it for you since he cares.

He's not the worst Homestuck yandere but he's pretty bad due to his lack of empathy and tendency to do whatever the hell he wants.

I feel him hurting his darling is partially accidental yet also because he feels he's doing the best for you.

Kidnapping you and locking you in his room is for safety, right?

It's like he's selectively oblivious?

He chooses not to care sometimes when you're in distress.

If anything you're closest to Dave and are scared of the stuff the kid deals with.

I don't want to say everything about Bro is bad though.

Most of it is, don't get me wrong on that.

When he isn't pretending nothing is wrong, he's affectionate.

He holds you, pets your head, tries to make you feel comfortable and wanted.

He even praises how you take care of Dave.

He trains him... you provide care.

Bro's intentions unknown but they appear to be similar to Dirk.

But he's so harsh with it.

Bro's obsession is the definition of tough love.

He feels to protect you and Dave he has to do what he's doing now...

Even if it means neglecting your wants and needs at times for his own selfish interests.

[yanyan-stuck]

So you know how you mentioned with bro that he'd definitely record the reader? Could you maybe talk about that in more detail?

I don't really care about the length of anything, so some headcannons or a drabble will be more than fine!! Thank u!!

Yandere Bro Recording his S/O

You had been trapped in the same room for what felt like years, and who knows, maybe it has been. Either way, you had finally found an easy way to get out, a slight mistake in your bindings that had allowed you to slip free. Bro was out of the house, you had no idea where to or for how long, so you knew you needed to be quick.

You left the room, leaving the door ajar behind you, and walked down the short hallway, the last familiar place in the house. You stood at the end of the hall near the door, listening for anything to alert you of what lies ahead. Upon receiving silence, you quickly opened the door, entering the open living space.

You quickly glanced around, seeing puppets and other odd decorations all around the room. You noticed a window, and walked over to it, looking outside to see where you were. It seemed like you were in an apartment in a big city, but you couldn't quite tell where.

You continued to look around the room, but your eyes became fixated on the television screen in front of the couch. You walked over to it, standing behind the couch, and watching the display with a look of shock and fear. On the screen, a video was playing on mute. It was a video of you, in your old house, masturbating. The date stamp showed that, assuming it was unaltered and assuming the calendar in the main room was correct, it was recorded 3 years ago.

You still weren't sure when you were kidnapped, but you were still shocked at how long he had kept the footage of you. You quickly walked over and opened the cabinet below the TV, looking through the stuff below it, and saw that there were stacks of labeled videos taking up the entirety of the cabinet.

Each of them had your name, a date, and some even had short descriptions, all very crude notes about what you must have been doing in the video. You furrowed your brows and glanced up, noticing that even more were laying on the top of the TV stand, these ones were more recent, and based on the descriptions, you assumed that all of them were post-kidnapping, so you had been stuck here for at least two years.

While you were busy trying to look through and find the earliest date, to see how long he had been watching you, you heard the front door creak open and slam shut. You froze, knowing that it was too late to cover up what you had seen. You could feel Bro's looming presence standing above you before you even thought to turn around and face him.

When you started to make the first motions to turn, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, dragging you back into your room. He tied you back onto the bed, and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him and leaving you to think about what you had seen.