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some aus

bethsjohanssens:

  • ‘you’re a celebrity incognito trying to hide from paparazzi and you’re sitting right next to me and i’m the only one that recognizes you’ au
  • ‘someone starts a rumor that we’re dating so let’s turn the tables’ au
  • ‘you made an obscure literary reference and i’m the only on that got it’ au
  • ‘we were both late to class and walked into each other in the hall and oh god do you have a concussion? i’m so sorry’ au
  • ‘oh my god you’re my ex’s other ex’ au
  • ‘we’re both actors and keep showing up for the same auditions’ au
  • ‘i keep overhearing you make fun of me so i finally try to stand up for myself and it actually had nothing to do with me at all i’m sorry i never meant for this to happen’ au
  • we’re both teachers and all our students ship us’ au
  • ‘i kissed the wrong person on news years’ au
  • ‘i’m yelling to my friend about how attractive this celebrity is and then plot twist you’re the celebrity and in front of me wtf’ au
  • ‘the only two people in the movie theater’ au
  • ‘we showed up at a party wearing the same exact outfit. this is awkward.’ au

alpha dersecest is probably the best dersecest

velociraptier-blog:

She moves like a river, and you’re sick of similes and cliches like that but she’s just stubborn enough to warrant them, to make you sicker with their use. She walks like rain falls, and her mouth is a smirking stormcloud and when she shows her teeth it’s a lightning strike of white. You grit your own teeth at the thought.

She looks like you. Not exactly, but enough. Same white-blond hair, same thick eyebrows and arms a little too long for her body. You wonder if she’s noticed the similarities. Probably, since she’s about nine times more observant than you are. At least, you have to assume so. What with her being a writer. She’s desperately gorgeous and obnoxiously intelligent, and whenever you speak to her you feel like she’s got a rope around your neck and whenever you aren’t speaking to her you feel like the rope is being pulled so tight you ought to be purple in the face.

She’s so guarded, but she doesn’t hide as well as she’d like to. Not from you, anyway. Not from anyone who watches her closely.

There’s an glint in her eyes when champagne is passed around, and a quiver in her hand when she turns the drink down. Her dress is not the flat black that all the other women wear; a faint lilac tints it. She’s wearing white tights and big dumb mary janes, and you make a mental note to commend her on the ironic statement. She’s talking to her editor, and her laugh is forced and dry and it’s almost painful to watch.

You cross the room, and quietly ask “need a knight, Lalonde?”

She rolls her eyes but lightning strikes and she kisses your cheek. “I know what I’m doing, Strider.”

this time of night (Dave/Rose, alpha session; rated T)

paratactician:

I wrote a thing. I doubt I’ll put it up on AO3 because it’s short and probably not to everyone’s tastes and anyway I’m expecting it to be Jossed in about three days flat, but after the last update, I had to write it. And I did promise Tumblr user madseason I’d write more Dave/Rose, although this probably isn’t quite what she had in mind.

Rating is largely for language and ‘themes’; there’s no trigger warnings I can think of.

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