#Dirk Strider x reader

[yanyan-stuck]

Easter Special: Yandere Dirk Strider x Reader

You weren't fully sure how you had gotten here. Everything had moved so fast and so suddenly. It had been years since Dirk had kidnapped you and kept you locked in his apartment with no access to the outside world. He had slipped up twice in the past week.

The first time was when he didn't notice you had pocketed a knife from the kitchen when he was making you cook with him in there as some fucked up form of domesticity. You hid the knife between the mattress and the frame of the bed when he left you alone on your longer chain while he went to the bathroom.

The second time was earlier today, when he decided to cuddle you unrestrained. You were both in the bed together. Your face was nestled into the dark pink of his shirt, and you figured this would be the time when his guard is lowered the most. You moved quickly. It was difficult getting the mattress back up, but you were able to get the knife lodged into his side before he could get it out of your hands. He didn't even have the chance to fight back. He was still alive though. You got up and ran.

The front door was still locked from the inside with 3 different combination locks, and there was no way you would be able to crack them before dirk got to you. Eventually, you had the smart idea to knock down one of the shelving units onto him. You heard at least one of his bones snap from the weight of the impact. You assumed that he'd be able to just push the unit off of himself, since he definitely would have been strong enough to.

It's only once he told you that you can stop running that you looked back and saw him still pinned on his back under the shelves. His voice was pained and tight from the way the shelves were compressing his chest. You realized that the blood loss must have made him a little too weak to actually push it off. He told you that he would tell you the codes to the front door if you would get his sharpest katana and finish him off instead of leaving him to bleed out on the floor.

You must have hesitated too much, because Dirk's gaze softened under his shades as he explained how he just doesn't want you to sit in his apartment with his dead body for as long as it takes for you to figure out the codes. You ended up agreeing, since honestly there was no downside to it when he explained it like that.

He started rattling off the codes, surprisingly lucid despite the pool of blood growing beneath him. You punched them all in, and every single one of them was right on the first try. You cracked the door open, making sure there wasn't anything that would make you unable to escape after killing him. You considered walking out, leaving dirk to bleed out slowly and painfully for what he's done to you. Honestly though, the lack of freedom is the only thing that came to mind. He hadn't been torturing you or anything, and honestly you didn't want this to weigh on your conscience for the rest of your life.

You went back into the apartment and found the sword he had described. According to him it was the sharpest one he had, which should make it easy for you to kill him in one blow. His shoulders, neck, and head were the only things sticking out from under the shelving unit, so you figure that aiming for his neck would be the fastest way to take him out. He asked you to make it quick, but ultimately looked apathetic, as though he had done this a thousand times before.

His stillness disturbed you, and you swung down as hard as you could on his neck. It made a gross sound, the slicing of skin, muscle, fat, cartilage, and bone. You weren't sure if you fully cut his head off or not, but you could see the light draining from his eyes and considered that to be close enough to a clean kill.

There was no way he could have survived a blow like that. You had cleanly severed his wind pipe, and likely severed his spinal cord too. You weren't sticking around to poke at the body and figure out what you had hit though; you ran out the door as soon as you were certain he would die from his injuries in the next minute or less.

So 3 days after you killed him, when you felt a hand clamp down roughly over your mouth and an arm snake around your waist, you assumed that you were going to be robbed, raped, murdered, or all three. You couldn't suppress the flicker in the back of your mind telling you that Dirk would have protected you from this. Still, you struggle against the arms. It wasn't until the person spoke in an all too familiar voice that you froze.

"Hey, hey. Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm not mad."

You're caught entirely off guard, and stop fighting just long enough for Dirk to drag you back onto his hoverboard with him. You feel him pulling you flush against him as you two fly off, and you're still so shaken up you can't even cry. You don't even struggle in his arms. You don't even bother to look down and pay attention to if he's taking you straight back to his apartment or if he's taking you elsewhere.

You just stare straight ahead, eyes wide with fear and breathing erratic. You feel him brushing his face against your neck; not pushy, just present. You feel his thumb trace circles that you assume are meant to be comforting into your side, but it doesn't do anything to ground you.

You know you killed him. You watched the light leave his eyes. No one could survive as much blood loss as Dirk had experienced. So why was he behind you, holding you firmly but lovingly and forgivingly, as though you had never raised a hand against him?

[nickwriteslo]

Dirk Strider x Reader

These types of bars weren't particularly your type of thing -- these were loud, rowdy, and the men could get way too touchy. You had only come here on behalf of your boyfriend, Dirk, so you both could get drinks and have fun, but according to your bartender, plans have changed a slight. 

" Smile for me, Baby, show me those pearly whites." the much older man cooed lowly to you, leaning against the counter, only to be closer to you, and at the creepy request - you simply gave him a shy grin. 

" Yeah, thats it. " the brunette mused, crossing his arms against the countertop while you sheepishly tucked some hair behind your ear and looked away. You were way too anxious for this type of stuff, like getting hit on by men multiple years older than you. Even if you were an adult, it was still very uncomfortable... 

" Hey, you came here with me. " a low, slight Texan tinted, voice would murmur from behind you into your ear, sending a pleasant chill throughout you. The familiar blonde coiled his arms around your torso, resting his chin on your shoulder and glowered at the bartender, who seemed shocked at the sudden appearance of the man. 

" You should be giving me your attention." Dirk scowled softly, still glaring harshly at the man in front of you as he nuzzled his face close into the crook of your neck. The gentle action made you tilt your head a slight, chills rising as he grazed his lips against your skin. The brunette staring at you two scrunched his face up, pushing himself off the counter to go back over to the drink machine thing. The sight seemed to please your boyfriend, and he only started to leave kisses along your neck.   " Why did you let him run his mouth to you?" he murmured between neck smooches. You could tell how aggravated he was, and you gently rubbed his arm.  " I wanted you to save me. " a small smile graced your face, and you knew Dirk also grinned at your sweet statement. He nibbled slightly on your skin before lifting his head.  "Let's go dance, yeah?"

[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...

[loquaciousscribe]

sweats. hey. howsa bout a dirk strider w a super emotional n physically clingy bf? thinkin lots of holdin onto clothing n odd comforts. thanks buddy. o7

aye aye captain

DIRK STRIDER <3 CLINGY READER!

i’ve said this in my general hcs also but buddy isnt the best at initiating??

if you dont have a problem with that its great!! he’s super touch starved to he loves being able to have you there and feel you

that being said he would 100% still tease you about it(unless you don’t like that then he hates himself for doing that forever and ever)

it comforts him to know that you want to spend time and be close to him, and he doesn’t have to feel insufferably needy all the time

to would pose an issue though when he gets super distant due to mental health issues, and he feels even worse that he makes you upset

as with all the alpha kids you definitely have some communication issues, and thats something you two will both have to work through to remain healthy^^

hey guys. uhm

this was made in a timely matter

(ᵕ・ｖ・)

[sebbywrites]

Rain (Dirk x gn!Reader)

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

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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.

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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.

[number1otisdriftwoodkin]

the winds have spoken. they say you should write dirk strider x reader

the first request i get is a homestuck x reader. God i fucking love tumblr. This will be head cannons bcuz writers block and idk what to do for a plot. Feel free to send in another request if u wanna!!

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

-ᴅɪʀᴋ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴅᴀ. ɪᴛs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.

-ɪɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀssᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀʙᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.

-ʜɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ɪs ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪғᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ.

-ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀs ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɢɪғᴛs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅʀᴀᴡs/ᴄʀᴏᴄʜᴇᴛs/sᴇᴡs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

-ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʀᴀғᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ʀᴏʙᴏᴛs. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏғғ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ.

-ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏ ᴘᴇᴛᴛʏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ/sɪᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟɪʟ ʜᴀʟ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

-ɪᴛ's ғᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛᴇʀᴀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴜʏ

-ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ғʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴍᴘʟᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴᴛᴀɪɴ ʜɪs ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ

-ᴅɪʀᴋ ʜᴀs ʙᴘᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴜᴛɪsᴍ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ

-sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴅɪʀᴋs sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛs, ᴛᴇᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘᴏɴʏ

-ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʙʀᴏɴʏs, ʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ʜʏɢɪᴇɴɪᴄ. ᴍᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀ���ɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛ ɪᴛ. ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ 2 sʜᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀsʜᴇs ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇʟʏ.

-ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ 6ғᴛ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ sᴘᴏᴏɴ. ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs.

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Tysm for the request! This was super fun to write, I love the striders lol

[stuckonscenarios]

How do you think the alpha and beta guys would act around a crush?

💙 john would probably not act very different from how he normally does. inside, he’d definitely be pretty flustered, but i think he’d be good about staying cool around you. john would probably rely a lot on his natural dorkiness when around you, and maybe even use some nerdy pick up lines if he’s comfortable with it. loooves to make you laugh. 

🌪️ he’s going to make an effort to spend time with you. when left to his own devices, john can isolate himself a lot, but you give him a reason to come out more. he’ll want to have a lot of movie nights, always accept your invitations to hang out, and will be a shoe-in for group events if he knows you’ll be there.

❤️ oh my gosh, dave is a total goober. he’ll probably be dedicating the majority of his efforts to not looking like a goober, so he might forget to like. chill out and just hang out with you. dave will talk to you like... a lot though, in his typical off the wall ramble-y fashion. 

💿 your opinion > everything else. dave lives for your approval, and it kinda shows, haha. you compliment a verse of his, or a sb&hj update? oh man, dave will ride that high for days. his entire demeanor changes; he glows a little. it’s pretty cute to be honest. 

💚 jake gets flustered by you so easily it’s unbelievable. if dave is a goober, then jake is the reason the term goober exists in the first place. he tries hard to uphold this ideal of the chivalrous gentleman whenever you’re around but flops more times than not. he’s trying though!!

💀 he might also subtly flex when you’re around. nothing too obvious though; jake isn’t a braggart by nature. just little, subconscious things when you’re around to make himself look better or cooler. he probably doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, frankly. 

🧡 everything is underhanded and subtle with dirk. you won’t have a clue about his intentions unless he expressly wants you to. (unless hal is interfering, which is a very real possibility.) dirk likes to keep everything in the palm of his hand, moving at a pace he’s comfortable with, so there won’t be very much overt flirting. if there is, then it will only be the sort that’s easily explained away by irony.

⚔️ ultimately, dirk wants you to be the one to approach him. he might avoid you  or leave you to hal’s devices for a little while. one half of this is a ploy to get you to come to him, while the other is a sort of defense mechanism. though he’d never admit it, you do make dirk a little nervous.

[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.

[vikkirosko]

I'm feral over Dirk (in a "I need to study him" way *mostly*). Could I request a Dirk Strider ♦️ or X Sylph of Void reader (who has sorta bad social anxiety as a little mix in)?

🗡 Dirk Strider ♦️ sylph of void!Reader headcanons Social anxiety 🪛

When you and Dirk first met, you were pretty quiet. It was like it was difficult for you to communicate with him, but he assumed that it was because you had just met. But when he got to know you better, that wasn't the point. It was a mixture of your personality and your social anxiety. Together, it made it harder for you to communicate with others, but Dirk continued your communication anyway. He understood that it wasn't your fault, and on your best days you were an interesting conversationalist with whom he liked to talk about various topics

When you felt comfortable enough, you were quite sociable. This started to happen a lot when you became friends. You were genuinely glad to have the opportunity to talk to him one-on-one. You listened to his stories about what was happening in his life, you shared with him what you found interesting from your life. But there were times when your anxiety made itself felt. This usually happened when you talked about something for a long time or when you were in the company of your mutual friends. You didn't like being the center of attention, and therefore Dirk tried to help you feel better as much as possible, taking the initiative in the conversation himself or shifting the attention of others to something else

There were times when you could disappear abruptly and not get in touch. It bothered him and Dirk tried to contact you, and sometimes he even succeeded. The reason you were disappearing abruptly was your anxiety. You felt very anxious because of the phrase you said and preferred to isolate yourself, hide, rather than continue the dialogue. You were afraid of his reaction, having come up with his answer in your own head, even when in fact Dirk might not pay attention to a particular phrase and not perceive it the way you perceived it in your head. He was trying to calm you down and reassure you that everything was fine. He told you that if you felt insecure because of the words you said, you could just ask him if everything was okay, but even though you agreed with his words, you still felt insecure because of it

Another reason for your escapes from conversations was that you might feel intrusive. You didn't want to annoy your friend, so you preferred not to write to him for a while, but Dirk didn't feel uncomfortable when you seemed intrusive to yourself. You rarely admitted it, but when it did happen, he calmed you down, telling you that if you seemed obsessive to him, he would tell you about it. Dirk was not one of those who would keep quiet about such things, and his words calmed you down at least a little

You cherished your friendship with Dirk. He helped you feel better even when your social anxiety was getting out of control. He was sympathetic to the moments when you felt restless, and he liked talking to you when you felt comfortable. He liked that he had a friend like you and was willing to stay by your side on both good and bad days

[solluxwrites]

d…dirk stride…r……….. oh my god i don’t care what u do i just need need NEED dirk content .

dirk x reader headcanons or fic idc.

maybe dirk x chubby reader headcanons in particular (evil emoji) is that stupid probably but godddd let me in!!!!! AHHHH grabbing bars of enclosure like an evil evil gorilla

^ asker who is my oomf who suggested i put this here so ppl dont think im assuming so anyway

DIRK STRIDER (hubba hubba) X CHUBBY READER

-Dirk would not really know how to help very well but he tries his best. He doesn't love you for your body after all, he loves you for YOU! Even if he has a hard time expressing it and helping it, he genuinely hates seeing you insecure and wants to help however he can.

-He will listen to you vent about it if you need to, and will tell you that he doesn't care, and he loves you for what you are with all his heart (hehe), even if he doesn't show it.

only a couple this time but i hope you enjoy them!!

[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.

[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.

[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

[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.

[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]

do you have any headcanons for dirk strider x a reader who is a trans man that struggles with their gender? (due to still being attached to femininity or girlhood in some manner.) asking as a trans man, apologies ^^

🗡 Dirk Strider x ftm!Reader headcanons Struggle with gender 🪛

Dirk knew that for you, the gender transition was an important event in your life. He remembered you when you weren't sure about it yet, when it was especially hard for you, and at such moments he was by your side as much as he could. He wasn't the most open person you talked to, but he really cared about you and cared about you, so he supported you when you decided to make the gender transition. It would seem that you really started to feel more confident, you started to feel more like yourself than before, but you still had difficulties, because giving up what you were told your whole life was not as easy as it might seem at first glance

Sometimes you got confused in pronouns and talked about yourself in the feminine gender. You corrected yourself every time, really trying not to get confused, and if it happened when you didn't notice that you were using the wrong pronoun, Dirk told you about it, for which you were grateful to him. He understood that it was important to you, and that's why he really tried to pay attention to it. It was as if it was still hard for you to believe that you had decided to become the person you were now and who you were comfortable being, but Dirk saw that you did not regret the decision you had made

Sometimes it was difficult for you to stop doing what others expected of you. Over the years, it became a habit that was difficult for you to say goodbye to, so Dirk tried to get you distracted from it and he found a lot of things that you could do together that would help you distract yourself. You both knew that it would take you longer to start living in a new way than you thought, but as long as Dirk was around, you didn't have to be afraid of the future, because you knew that he would support you and help you

It wasn't just you who found it difficult to get used to the new part of your life. Some people could be wrong when it came to you, too. They usually corrected themselves and apologized to you, but some were rude and did not consider it necessary to at least apologize to you. You tried not to pay attention to such moments, but not Dirk. He wasn't going to let you get hurt. He didn't even need to speak in order for person to feel his disapproving gaze through his glasses. If necessary, he could tell the person to apologize to you. He wanted you to feel comfortable, and if he had to tell rude people to be polite for that, then he was going to do it

Dirk understood that there were things that were not so easy for you to handle. But he wasn't going to leave you alone with this. You were dear to him, which meant that even when it was hard for you, he was there to help you, support you, or just listen if you needed it, and when you had difficulties with your gender, he stayed with you so that you understood that you were not alone and that together you could I would have been able to cope not only with these difficulties, but with anything