Tag: fic

dersecourse:

1st kiss: chaste, like she traded him a candy bar for it and he knew he had confession later in the day

2nd kiss: worse, they try some #tongue action but end up drooling on each other and dave still has oreo residue jammed in his teeth (she does love chocolate though)

5th kiss: u know when you scrape your teeth on something and it makes a really awful noise? that but in a kiss. they go back to watching netflix instead

9th kiss: rose starts laughing bc she thought of a meme

17th kiss: she insists even though he’s playing dmc 3 on dante must die mode, he dies against nevan because rose is a damn temptress, a terrible siren who’s lost her wings, perched on the edge of the couch and drawing his attention with the vibrato in her voice and the part of her lips

35th kiss: she dropped her favorite mug, all because he snuck up behind her and kissed her sweet, drew his hands up to her neck and warmed the skin touched by winter chill. 

86th kiss: another slow kiss ruined, this time by sonic 2006

278th kiss: “How do you know what number we’re on? You can’t possibly be keeping track.” 

3487th kiss: given quick, on the corner of his mouth before she rolls over to sleep. 

madragingven:

“EXURERE!”

Burn.

  • Fire explodes over Bro like water bursting from a broken dam.
  • Bro
    shouts, flinging his arms up to protect himself, and Dave rockets
    across the tiny space, slamming into Dirk and throwing them both into
    Rose.

An illustration of a  scene from @eighthchiharu‘s vampire au in which Alpha Dave is a vampire, Rose is a witch and Dirk is just a kid trying to survive into adulthood with minimal amounts of trauma. All posts are contained within the #vampire au tag on her blog, so go read if you haven’t yet! (It’s also known as The One Where Dave is A Vampire.)

almedha:

Wretches and Kings

alpha dave/rose, mostly a description of settings.

brief allusions to murder, sex, etc.

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Don’t fight the power and nobody gets hurt.

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They sit side by side, his arm resting lightly across her shoulders as her hand crosses the red sea between them to lay on his upper thigh. She watches the locus crowd writhe and chitter at their very presence, two breakthrough superstars that really, no one could have seen coming. Books didn’t really catapult one to fame these days; the winding weave of diction she created must have ensnared the feeble-minds of the media elite; something so dense and thickly piled that it must have been gold.

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derseasterous:

okay but dave and rose watching horror movies together and critiquing every single slip-up or loophole. if a dead person can be seen breathing they have a fucking fit. and they eat greasy popcorn because dave likes it and rose doesn’t, but it’s instinctive to steal his food and he refuses to eat anything else and he just always lets her because he doesn’t really mind
and they curl up under a blanket and dave braids her hair while people get stabbed on screen and they talk about how gone girl is a prediction of their future and dave tells her to frame him for murder as foreplay

paratactician:

TG: rose
come quick
TG: you
gotta see this
TG: i just
got this sweet and completely legitimate offer
TG: of a
free sport media player
TG: i dont
believe i can watch every sports live
TT: *Every*
sports?
TT: Even Eastern
European women’s 500m freestyle parkour?
TG: yeah i
guess
TG: i mean
it says so right here
TT: Oh,
thank God.
TT: Graceful
urban dryads bounding carefree across a bleak post-Soviet wasteland are my only
anodyne against late capitalist malaise and the death of hope.
TT:
Particularly those thigh socks they wear.
TG: ok shut
up about that
TG: you can
watch suicide girls doing backflips in chernobyl any time you like
TT: Pronking
in Pripyat?
TG: the
point is
TG: i have
like
TG: just a
fuckin bonanza of available sports
TG: sports
kind of rolling here and there along the carpet like i knocked over a big bowl
of apples and the apples are sports
TG: i dont
have to miss a second of the big plays
TG: horse
golf
TG: grab
grab yelling man
TG: flappy
bird
TG: ball
touch
TT: Dave, I
won’t have you smearing that noble pastime with your puerile innuendos.
TT: The name
of the sport is touchball and you damn well know it.

Source: paratactician

cyaato:

You know rose and dave delivered the bomb and went god tier together.

Well…they had 5 minutes for the bomb to detonate. There was no guarantee that they would actually go god tier. They must have been so scared and I wonder what they talked about during those last 5 minutes

I bet dave tried to play it off as cool saying that they were such typical heroes and had all of bravery, all of it and so much macho swag or something

And rose would just nod and smile small and note how dave was making a Freudian slip to his brother or something

And then the countdown would reach 40 seconds and dave and rose would stare at each other, both with terrified looks in their eyes and there hearts pounding and god can hearts even pump this hard and they’d grab each others hand and daves was sweaty cause he was nervous and rose held back tears because fuck even if they do come back as god tier getting blown up is scary

And then the clock would reach 1 second and dave would turn towards rose and shout at her so she would look at him and not at the explosion

And then they got blown up

High School AU Headcanon Corner:

dirkar:

Dave paid Rose in Barnes and Noble’s giftcards to go to prom with him.

  • They ended up ditching and heading to cash in her sweet loot before the store closed though.
  • Then they made out in the children’s section.

Rose is one of five followers on Dave’s selfies blog.

  • He constantly changes the URL to avoid her.
  • She always finds it again. 

Rose first met Dave in second grade when he was reading Edgar Allan Poe under the pretense of it being full of “dope rhymes” and that it was “hella ironic” for a cool kid like him to be reading it.

  • She could tell he actually liked it, and complemented him on his taste in his quote: “literature rap”. 
  • She ended up pulling out some Emily Dickinson and read by him every recess after that.
  • He still refuses to call it poetry.

They write stories together, and compete for who can turn in the most illegible insane complex metaphor-filled English papers.

  • It’s usually a draw.
  • Rose never gives it away that Dave’s intelligent to his “cool friends” since he asked her not to.
  • She still teases him about hiding it though.

They both end up graduating and heading to California for college.

  • They room together and occasionally Skype with John and Jade.
  • Their apartment is a cluttered mess though.
  • They like it like that.