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Lost A Bet- DirkLost A Bet- Dirk by TheCrazyAnimeHarlot
“Alright Dirk, what is Sam’s hill is going on here?” You asked. He just smiled, like it was really no big deal. “Basically my bro and I made a bet and I lost. But this did not go without me getting something on him.” Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape. He nodded. “So I figured why not amuse him, dress as a maid for a day before executing my pay back?” You rolled your eyes, typical Strider brother issues.
“Is it anything I could help with” you asked hopeful. He took a moment to think. Looking down at your feet, he responded. “Actually there is, but on one condition…” You looked back up. Face flushing a bit at his smirk. Oh gog what have you gotten yourself into.
Dirk placed his hand around your waist and took you back down stairs. As you headed to class, he leaned down and whispered. “You have to agree to go out with me.” Then he kissed your cheek.
You nodded , face flushed really red. He smirked
Days as Dirk Day 15Days as DirkDays as Dirk Day 15 by w9rdsw9rdskri
Okay, so let’s just start by me telling you that it wounds don’t heal in just a matter of hours. With that being said you may now know why I have skipped to the 15th day. Dirk is now going to start his first day working at that robotics factory. Enjoy!!
Your name is Dirk Strider and for the past few days you have been here at the Lalonde house. While Roxy was gone most of the time you spent a lot of time with her younger sister Rose. She was surprisingly smart for her age, and you enjoyed talking to her about her interests. She kept conversation very well and has even been a kind of outlet for you to get over everything going on with what happened. Though she is oddly curious about behaviors, and she isn’t the best at pronouncing the bigger words she knew of she was still pretty fucking amazing.
You remember the countless tea parties you two had while Roxy was
Days as Dirk Day 4Days as DirkDays as Dirk Day 4 by w9rdsw9rdskri
Hey guys’ thank you so much for the feedback and favorites it means so much to me, and inspires me to write you guys more chapters. I hope you enjoy this one!! OH also this is going to be a bit of a perspective switch up just let me know which one you like best.
My name is Dirk Strider, today I woke up in the hospital again. This time wasn’t as bad, because I’m being released. That’s right free to go wherever I please, and by that I mean Roxy is picking me up and helping me pack some stuff so I can stay with her a while. Just until I start working, and can get my own apartment.
This room was small, cramped, and made me anxious just to get out. Lately, I’ve been finding myself acting a bit different lately, but who wouldn’t after killing your own father. I guess some people would call it a depression, but I wouldn’t call it that. I’m just becoming more secretive, it
Days as Dirk Day 3Days as DirkDays as Dirk Day 3 by w9rdsw9rdskri
Your name is Dirk Strider and you are just now waking up in your hospital bed to see your favorite nurse checking up on you again. You yawn quietly and sit up in your bed. After scratching your head you look over at the grumpy nurse. “Hello again.”
“Hi.” Wow does he always sound so mean, and angry?
“So your back to check up on me?” I smile softly at the grump.
“Not like I have a choice, unless you would like to feel all the pain of your new bullet holes.” He looks over at you and crosses his arms.
“Oh right, those.” You look down at your chest that is wrapped up with bandages, but they look like they need changed. “So speaking of why I’m here, I think these bandages need to be changed.”
“Why the hell do you think I’m here shooting the shit with you? You’re not my only patient you know.” He glares your way and you roll your eyes. You slowly move to a better posi