Make me Feel Better - Dirk x Reader
(Happy Birthday Fabs!)
You wandered around the smupet filled home of Dave and Dirk Strider. Dave had invited you over a while ago since his older bro had come down with a case of break up blues.
You found Dave rocking on his turn tables. He looked up and gave you a nod. "Hey ______," the blonde boy said in a monotone voice. "Thanks for coming over, Dirk has been less than awesome lately after that whole incident. So I thought you, being his best friend, could talk some sense into him. He's somewhere moping around the house."
Sadly, you were unable to find your blonde devil. But you found something, er.... someone, who might be able to help you.
"Hey Lil Cal," you say happily to the always smiling puppet, giving him a fist bump. Lil Cal's wide blue eyes merely stared at you. The puppet wore a long blue t-shirt and a grey backwards hat. He had a gold tooth and chains, proving that he is not the puppet you want to meet in a dark alley. Where Cal was, Dirk would be close by. You sighed and blinked, seeing Cal disappear.
"What the hell?" you turned to see Cal perched on the puppet covered sofa. You sigh to yourself as once again, Dirk scared the ever loving crap out of you. "Hey Dirk."
Dirk Strider appeared from out of nowhere. His spiked blonde hair and awesome pointed shades were looking especially cool today. He wore his white t-shirt with his ever present signature orange baseball cap on it. Dirk was the master of all things ironic. He was cool like that. But today, this Strider was a hot mess.
"Dirk, I know you breaking up with Jake has been hard, but it has been weeks now..." you say calmly, slowly making your way over to him.
Dirk pouted and plopped on the sofa. "I don't want to talk about it."
You sighed and sat down beside him. "C'mon bro, you have been cooped up in this house for like ever now! At least tell me what happened."
"I said I don't want to talk about it!" he shouted. He grabbed his MPL sweater, put the hood up, and pulled the strings, making his face disappear.
"Damn it Strider!" you growled trying to get the hood off his face.
"Noooooo!" He whined trying to get you off him. "I don't care about Jake anymore! He can go be with his little Neytiri. That gigantic shitty space fury." he grumbled. "Who called you here anyway? Was it Dave? DAVID PANINI STRIDER WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT -"
"Dirk! Calm down!" you said as you finally got his hood off. "
"I guess I wanted to take things to fast..." Dirk started.
"Maybe my insanity scared the ever loving fuck out of him so that's why he ignored my messages." he sniffled.
You sigh and pat his gravity defying hair. "There there. I'm here for you." You cautiously wrapped your arms around him. He eagerly returned the embrace and gave you a tight squeeze.
"Thank you ______. If you were a guy, I would have made out with you by now." he murmured in the crook of your neck.
You chuckled. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."
Dirk lifted you off him and placed you on the couch beside him. He turned away for a second and fiddled with something in his pocket. Seconds later, he faces you with a fake moustache in his hand. He places it on your face then attaches his lips to yours for a short, but meaningful kiss.
You turn bright red as he pulls away. "There! I feel better. Thanks ______." he states proud of himself. He then returns his focus to the MPL marathon playing on his TV.
You, still blushing, mutter: "God damn it Strider..."