Homestuck Oneshots

Striders

Requested by PhyDaWolf.

Word Count: 629

Dirk´s POV

Satudays have to be the best day of the week. No school. Endless junk food. Not to mention a full day of watching cartoons. I just wish my bro didn't have to work on Saturday.

Our relationship is a weird one. We aren't actually related. Apparently I showed up on his doorstep as child. He said I was around eight and he was fifteen, but I don't remember it at all.

I sat on our couch with a bowl of popcorn on the cusion next to me and an orange Fanta in my hand. An anime marathon happened to be on at the moment and I was currently watching Eren Jagger slice into a training dummy's neck. I thought, not for the first time, about making myself a training dummy to pratice my katanas on.

I heard the lock on the front door turn and I turned away from the TV. Dave walked through the front door, slipping his keys back into his pocket.

"Hey Bro! I thought you had work today!" I grinned.

"Eh, they can wait, you're more important," he replied in his deep voice.

I jumped over the couch and he pulled me into a hug.

"Ya know, it's hard not getting to spend time with you."

I nodded in agreement and burried my face into his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair. I smiled and hugged him tighter.

"I love you, Bro."

"I love ya too, Dirk."

We pulled away, "Hey AOT is on; wanna watch with me? I got popcorn."

"Hell yes!"

We jumped over the back of the couch and leaned into the sofa cusions. He grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and threw a handful into his mouth. I turned the volume up on the TV again.

Before long I was leaned into his side half asleep. I felt my glasses being pulled off my face and a soft kiss landing on my forehead.

"Get some sleep. Who knows how late you stayed up last night."

I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness surrounded by Dave's scent. It had been so long since we has spent any significant amount of time together and I couldn't have been happier.

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I woke up the next morning in Dave's bed. His arm was drapped across my waist and his face was pressed into my neck. He must have carried me up here last night. I snuggled into him and closed my eyes again.

When I woke up again, I was all alone. I could smell bacon cooking. I sat up and stretched before swinging my legs off the bed and onto the cold floor. I walked out of Dave's room and padded into the kitchen.

I walked up behind Dave and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested the side of my face against his back.

"Mornin'."

"Mmm."

He laughed and went back to flipping strips of bacon onto a plate.

"Dirk go sit down while I fix you a plate."

I reluctantly unwinded my arms from around him with a groan and shuffled to a bar stool at the island. I slumped into the chair and put my head down on the counter. Not a full minute later a plate landed infront of me along with silverware and a big glass of orange juice.

"Thanks, bro," I mumbled still half asleep.

"No problem," he said with a kiss on my cheek.

We were a really strange pair, but we worked. Even though we don't get the time together that we would like, we manage with what we get and I couldn't be happier than I am right now with him and our confusing and non-conventional life.

AN: God this sucked. I am so sorry. It took me so long to write and this is all I got. I am so sorry it isn't better. I hope it's not to much of a disappointment.

Well thanks for reading.

Comet-Royal