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He was an asshole, well that was the biggest understatement known to man. But, yes, to put it lightly Bro Strider was an asshole. You really have no clue how the two of you could have ended up in a relationship, and for this long. About three and a half years now.

Long time to deal with the arguments, fights, and verbal abuse. Don’t get me wrong it wasn't just from him, you did your fair share of shit too. It all started when you two where neighbors as kids and would pull (fairly) harmless pranks on one another. Though the small pranks soon grew more rough. More physical to say the least.

But you know what people say about kids when they rough-house; ‘they like each other!’And that’s what you soon began to believe. In middle school the two of you hooked up; it barely lasted a month before he cut it off. Thank god for that too, it was a terrible relationship of constant fights, but the two of you tried, sort of.

Once you entered high school though, things changed. You two when your different ways, him joining several sports groups and starting an anime club and you joining more academical groups.

Though, when the two of you where faced with the opportunity a healthy insult here or there was thrown without question. At this point it was more of a rivalry between you and the blonde. Eventually the two of you found your way to the same party with too many beers and a sort of tender moment was shared, if you can call a full night of heavy, rough sex ‘tender.’

After that y’all hooked back up just to see what would happen and now you where seniors with a bad rep. with a simple nickname of ‘The Couple.’ Cops where constantly at you door to see if you where okay, with Bro being such a muscular guy there was always worry for you. But the Strider would never get too rough with you and you did the same. It was a silent agreement to never leave more than a few bruises.

And just speak of the devil, there was the blonde, coming in through your window. Why he didn't use the door was something you didn't question. He gave a slight smile. You knew why he was here, it was one of the only times you two didn't fight, movie night. You sat on your bed and flipped the tv in your room on, the movie had been decided earlier, he climbed on the bed after kicking his shoes off and put an arm around your shoulders.

The movie started without a single word being said and you nestled yourself into his side. You enjoyed moments like this; no words to start fights, no harshness to cause bruises, just a sweet tender moment to be shared in private.

Nothing could ruin it...

“I love you, (y/n),” Bro said quietly.

“I love you too, Dirk,” only you’d ever get to use that name.