Various x Reader Oneshots

Difficult (Dirk Strider x Male!reader; Homestuck)

Warning: Mild cussing and homosexual content ahead. Gays have their rights along with the LGBTQ community. I will not tolerate hate comments, you have been warned.

It's difficult being friends with a guy you like, who's also known for his reputation of being a player.

It's more difficult if you're born male and in love with a player, who's also male.

The stares, the glares, the judgement you'll get when you decide to become open about this.

It would haunt the person's mind forever.

(Name) sighed as he walked alongside Dirk Strider, his best friend and the known player of the high school they attended. Girls stared at the spiky-haired blonde- some swooning, some blushing, and some giddy and talking about him behind their backs.

It was annoying for the (h/c)-haired male. Everywhere they passed by, girls would just melt and internally beg Strider to be with them.

It made him sick.

He silently scoffed, the tip of his shoe scuffing the marble floor. "How much of a hypocrite can I be?" The thought made him more sick, a scowl making its way to his face.

Dirk glanced at the shorter male beside him, eyebrows creased and lips in a frown. He raised an eyebrow and spoke, curious as to what ticked him off again.

"Something annoying you, (l/n)?"

The mentioned male blinked and shook his head, his eyes meeting Dirk's questioning gaze. He pursed his lips and turned away from him. "Nothing, Strider. Just keep walking."

Ah, there it is. Calling each other by their surnames is a "bro thing" between them, for some reason. It was the otaku who proposed this during their sixth grade, and they agreed. One thing piqued (Name)'s curiosity though.

"Hey, Strider. What happens if we call each other by our first names?" He asked after they sealed the deal with a fistbump.

Dirk remained passive, simply saying, "You'll see, (l/n). You'll see."

He raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off as something Dirk would keep to himself.

He was dead right about that.

It was silent between the two of them again, the occasional giggles and squeals from the girls ringing in their ears. (Name) tucked his hands in his jacket pockets, his fingers toying with the tags found in them. He bit his lip, risking a glance at Dirk beside him.

He was still as passive as ever, as if he didn't give a shit about anything that was thrown at him. (Name) closed his eyes, his lips in a tight line. He imagined the both of them; Dirk and himself holding hands and walking down the halls, the both of them not giving a single care in the world and smiles on their faces.

His eyes snapped open and he shook his head to himself, almost letting his stoic mask slip.

Not a chance.

**

Stairs. It just had to be the only elevation available in the damn building. (Name) grumbled, complaining about the broken elevator from the ground floor. "Stupid elevator. Stupid Dirk."

The grumbling male kicked the dusty step and continued on his way. "Who in their right minds would call someone in the middle of the night and make them come to the rooftop?"

Dirk had called (Name) to meet him up on the rooftop of the apartment where the Strider brothers live in, which is god knows how many stories high it is. As if luck wasn't on his side, the elevator's jammed and he opted to take the stairs to get over with whatever Dirk wanted to tell him.