Sleeplessness (Dirk Strider x Reader)

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~Dirk's POV~

I sighed, holding (y/n) in my arms. I didn't understand why Jake told me those things that day. I wished he never had. I loved her, regardless of how she felt about me... But his words only made the pain in my heart hurt worse. It felt wrong. It felt right. I couldn't even tell the d*mn difference between the two anymore. Holding her in my arms felt amazing. It felt good in that specific way... The way that made me discern that we were supposed to be together. But at the same time... Apparently, she didn't understand how I felt about her. Apparently, she didn't even like me. Which was exactly what compelled me to force myself never to hope. So, in that way, it felt wrong.

However, I couldn't help myself. Some part of me didn't care. Some part of me threw caution and regard out the f***ing window and decided to make the most of her ignorance. I felt terrible, and yet at the same time my heart was soaring higher than ever before. I stroked her (h/l) hair once more before feeling myself grow tired. This surprised me. I hated falling asleep when other people were around. Getting sleep in Dave's apartment was like waiting for another season of your favorite anime. It took FOREVER, and the weirdest sh*t happened in between the wait. Yeah, Bro was a f***ing weirdo. But then again, who was I to judge? He taught me everything I knew. If anything, I was probably more screwed up than he was.

Just as I let my eyes slide closed, giving in to a little bit more sleep, they snapped right back open. I shot up as fast as I could, twisting my torso towards the doorway to (y/n)'s room. There was a familiar flash of green and then nothing, almost as if I had imagined it. But no, I wasn't going to give in to that stupid-*ss delusion. I narrowed my eyes behind my shades, knowing for a fact that I sensed someone there. Someone watching. And not in a good way.

".....Dirk? Is.... Is something wrong?" A sleepy, feminine voice sounded from next to me and I flinched, looking down at her. (Y/n)....

"No, it's alright." I reassured her, taking a deep breath and trying to relax. I laid back down the way I had before and attempted to wrap my arms around (y/n) again. Which, of course, I succeeded in doing. However, it was only after that I had realized that she had turned onto her other side, meaning that her torso was pushed against mine... Not her back. I watched her cheeks redden, and fought to keep my own blush from surfacing.

"S-Sorry..." She mumbled softly, immediately turning back onto her other side. I almost sighed in frustration. How could she not realize what my intentions were? I thought I was making myself pretty d*mn obvious, even if I didn't necessarily want to. Nonetheless, my grip on her tightened, and soon enough her breathing went back to normal, like she had never woken up in the first place. My mind drifted to the incident that had occurred just a minute or so before. Who was there? I thought extensively about it, but somehow I couldn't put my finger on who it was. It was as if the answer was right there, and yet I couldn't see it, couldn't figure it out. With that and the warmth I shared with (y/n), I fell into a light sleep.

~10:00 AM: Your POV~

You woke to Dirk's arms and the blinding light of the Sun shining through the curtains draped over your window. You still felt drowsy and comfortable causing you to snuggle back into his hold. You looked behind yourself to glance at him, wondering if he was awake. He seemed to be sleeping - his breath was slow and even, and he didn't speak as you looked at him - although you couldn't really tell due to the shades over his eyes. There was a moment of complete silence. You couldn't help yourself. You shifted so that you could easily access the shades off of his pale, white face, slipping them off and setting them down on the small table beside your bed. You blushed, watching as his pale blonde eyelashes fluttered a bit, never fully opening as he shifted closer to you. He was definitely asleep. There was no denying it; he was a beautiful person. Your hand instinctively touched his cheek, stroking the skin softly with the pad of your thumb. 'So soft...' You thought to yourself, blushing. Then came an instant where you couldn't think for yourself. Your mind was flooded with your affections for the blonde-haired male, and being swept up in the moment, you leaned forward, quickly but gently brushing your soft lips against the soft skin of his eyelids.

As soon as you pulled away, his eyelashes fluttered again, and soon you were met by sunset-orange irises.

".....(Y/n)?" His voice was made quiet and a bit rough by sleep. You were blushing, your (e/c) eyes wide with two forms of shock. One of the forms was shock that also took the place of fear. You hoped he didn't know what you had just done, as you didn't wish to offend him in any way. The other form was shock from yet again seeing his beautiful eyes, ones that were so clearly hidden from everyone's view. He reached up to rub one of his eyes and then abruptly stopped, his eyes widening and sadness filling his expression. He looked away in embarrassment, it seemed. "I'm sorry..." He whispered, his voice so quiet that you almost didn't hear it. You looked back over at him, wide-eyed.

"W-What?" You asked in confusion. What could he possibly be sorry for? Was he apologizing because he knew you liked him when you kissed his eyelids? Was he apologizing because he had never let you see the color of his irises before? Was it something entirely different? You soon got your answer.

"You... You've seen them. You must think I'm strange." He answered, like it wasn't a question. Like it couldn't be argued against. You frowned. You didn't care if he was a homosexual or not, you were going to tell him exactly what you thought he deserved to hear. You slipped your fingers underneath his chin, relishing the feeling of his skin before lifting his face so that he could meet your gaze. His eyes were so filled with emotion that no one had ever figured they could hold. Regret. Disgust. Sadness. And yet... There was a flash of something. Hope.

"Dirk... You're not strange. Your eyes are beautiful. I don't know who told you otherwise, but they're beautiful... And nothing less than that." You whispered softly, restraining yourself from brushing his hair back with your fingers to further reassure him. He was surprised, to say the least, his eyes wide, his lips parted, his blonde eyebrows raised. His cheeks slowly turned pink, and he looked away again.

"...Really?" He asked, almost cautiously. You nodded and pulled your hand away, not wanting to make him any more uncomfortable than he probably already was. His cheeks turned a dark shade of red, and he looked down and away, possibly to hide. You could have sworn you saw him smile, but it was probably your imagination giving you too much hope. "Thank you, (y/n)...." He said softly, and you smiled in response. In the silence, your attention was drawn to the digital clock on your night stand. Your (e/c) eyes widened.

"OH SH*T, I'M GOING TO GET FIRED!!!!!" You yelled, jumping out of the blankets, sliding off of your bed and onto the floor, at first surprising Dirk. You were just about to race around your room and try to get ready so that you could apologize profusely and beg on your knees for your job. Dirk's hand shot out and he gripped your arm, pulling you back onto the bed. He hovered over you, his hands pinning your arms down, effectively keeping you in place. He hadn't put his shades back on either, and you found that his sunset-colored gaze was intense. Your heart pounded faster than ever before, your cheeks heating up, your expression borderline shocked.

"You won't get fired. I deliberately decided not to wake you up and called your *sshole of a boss to let him know that you aren't feeling good." He stated simply, releasing you from his grip and getting up and off of you, standing up on the floor. Your eyes were still wide, your (h/c) hair splayed about your face, your mouth slightly agape, and your heart leaving you feeling like you had just run a marathon.

"O-Oh..." You trailed off. 'D*mmit... That was close...' You thought in near-distress, sitting up and eyeing the Strider's back with irritation for making you feel such things. But you could never stay mad at him for too long, despite the fact that your feelings for him were probably going to be the ruin of you. Boy, were you right.

A/N: Sorry... This one's a little short... I've just been really busy lately. I plan to write more as soon as possible. Thanks for reading! ^u^