O-talk-u: Dirk Strider X Reader

Introduction

 Aight, so! New story! I know that it is most definitely a bad idea to juggle two stories at once, but eh.

 Before ANYONE says ANYTHING to me about the misspelling of otaku, I KNOW. IT IS INTENTIONAL. It's a play on words; on otaku and talk. So don't spam post the poor weeaboo about her misspelling, because IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. If it annoys you, sorr-y. Just don't read the fanfic, then. Bluh.

So an anonymous (he/she wishes to be labeled as such) user requested a SadStuck X reader. I'm not terribly great at SadStuck, because for all of my metaphors I can't write sad things. But I promise to do my best. For now I'm going with just a sad mystery prompt (Hint: significant to the name), though in future parts I may or may not put some sad parts. I don't know. That all really depends on what my readers want, so don't hesitate to give me feedback please. uwu

ALSO! IF YOU GUESS THE MYSTERY PROMPT, PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE DO NOT SPOIL!

 If you'd like to send me a private message and see if you've guessed it right, then feel free. In fact, the first user to correctly guess the mystery prompt can request a fanfiction! Any fanfiction! From an X-reader to a canon/non-canon pairing, or anything in between! If it's a fandom outside of Homestuck that I'm not in, I can still write it, but I'm going to need some time for research and such.

 Again, private message me. If you comment, the message will be deleted promptly and you will be disqualified regardless of whether you were right or wrong. Thank you.

 This has been a terribly long author's note brought to you by yours truly! Signing off for now! Love you all, and enjoy my latest work, O-talk-u.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 She wasn't looking for love. As a matter of fact, if she'd been asked she may have even labeled herself as romantically stunted, unable to love. No man or woman she'd ever met before had been able to hold her interest romantically for very long. She had her future mapped out around being single; doing everything solo; enjoying life without someone to share it with. And she was fine with that.

 Some may have labeled her a heartbreaker. When she ever did make an attempt at keeping a relationship, she always managed to break it off before too long. Even now, in college, she kept to herself for the most part. She'd gone all of her sophomore and junior years without dating or even kissing anyone. She planned to make it three. Accordingly, as she'd unpacked her things in her new senior dorm, she'd written 'Single Life' in big, blocky, neat letters across the top of her mirror in eyeliner. Not that she felt she needed a reminder; it just felt nice to be proud of a goal she'd set and planned to reach.

 She was gossiped about often enough. The biggest rumor—which, she would never deny, was entirely true—was of shock and some respect that even at the ripe age of 21 she was a virgin in every sense. No one aside from close friends had even seen her naked. And as morally righteous as that may have been according to most religious and societal standards, for here rarity in that these days she may as well have been a two-headed sheep.

 Nonetheless, she was popular enough, likable and reserved. Anyone who spoke badly about her to her face was looking forward to the worst cold shoulder of their life. One would never see her alone on campus. She was quite the social butterfly and made friends of all types; from nerds to the "cool" crowd; quiet and docile to boisterous and hot-tempered; female to male. No one was rejected as a potential companion had they not wronged her in some way.

 It was true that there had been many to try and capture her heart. She knew she was a desirable person, and this was not because she was particularly self-centered. She saw herself in truth; not positively or negatively, just realistically. She recognized her faults and strengths and accepted them as a part of who she was. She knew herself to be a common object of affection because she was acutely aware that, as humans, we tend to drift towards those accepting, kind, and confident. And she was all three. She had never been one for ridicule of others. Judging people was not something she did. She always stood behind herself and those she cared for, and fought for what she believed was right. She was admirable to the very core of her being. There was only one side to this woman, one found by the vast majority as pure and beautiful. She knew how others saw her, and she was impossibly good at reading people.

 Her life was notably mundane. Same routine throughout the school week of waking up, getting coffee, attending classes and then heading home. Weekends she didn't leave the dorm at all except to shop. The only exceptions to this ingrained schedule were the rare occasions when someone would invite her out or to a party (in a friendly sense, of course). And on the days when she felt the need for a library visit.

 She tended to find herself at the public college library once or twice a week. Reading was a joy she wasn't able to indulge in much nowadays, for schoolwork and other necessary activities. It wasn't hard to squeeze in the occasional novel, however, as her reading pace was astounding. Anyone who by some chance saw her there (no one visited much anymore) didn't bother her. Maybe it was evident in her expression or posture that she didn't want to be disturbed. And she wasn't. Ironically enough, it was here in the library, one of her favorite places in her limited world, that her life would find itself at the beginning of a major turn—for better or worse, she still did not know to this day.

 Things in her life were so routine, so predictable, that she foolishly wasn't prepared for even the slightest change. A blind eye was turned to the possibility of even a small shift in her existence. So she certainly wasn't expecting a huge one, as was to come.

 When you don't look where you're walking, chances are in favor of your tripping. And that's exactly what happened to her. She stumbled and fell—hard—right on her face. Figuratively, dramatically, that is the fate that befell her on that day.

 The day she met him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Okay! That was rather short compared to most of my chapters and such. But I suppose not much description is required? I'm sorry if this is confusing... needless to say, I enjoy using big words. 0u0

 Did you enjoy it? Something you didn't like? Comment about it! :D

 Updates will be relatively slow, as I am not only balancing two stories, but I have limited access to the internet at this time. -w- Sorry!

 Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and get this published. I'll see you all in the next installment~

 Subtle winks and awkward elbow nudges,

 Weaboo-chan.