Author's Note: I've been itching to write a Homestuck fan fiction ever since I started reading it, but never really had the time to do so. Dave and Tavros are one of my favourite pairings right now thanks to all the cute fan art that's been showing up on Tumblr, and I was kind of sad to see it didn't have more fics posted for it here. I find Dave pretty easy to RP, but when I come to write him and Tav in a fic? DEAR GOD IT'S LIKE I LOSE THE ABILITY TO WRITE WORDS. ALL THE WORDS.
This is probably/possibly going to be a collection of Dave x Tavros drabbles and one-shots. None of them are likely to be relevant in any way to the plot of Homestuck, so will be spoiler free and I guess AU really. Or some shit like that man.
Dave Strider was used to seeing all sorts of odd, off the hook things in his life; an apartment filled with puppets and swords and high tech turntables and all sorts of equipment like that had quickly become normal. So had the stuff the he internet was filled with too, humorous web comics with stupid names, and Dave often spent a lot of time browsing that, seeing all these peculiar little things. He'd even made a few of his own too, each with their own sufficiently shitty artwork drawn on some lame old art program and shared with the world wide web, all for ironic purposes of course. So Dave had just come to the assumption that he'd seen it all and nothing else could really be strange or ironically humorous to him anymore.
But then he'd witnessed Tavros eat those god damn chicken nuggets and found his ass being handed to him back on a little turntable platter all over again in a thoroughly uncool manner.
The two of them had settled in the kitchen of the Strider apartment, seated at the table half cluttered with dirty glasses and bits of metal and all sorts of other shit that Dave had long since stopped questioning. He'd managed to shove it out of the way somewhat, over to the other side of the table to clear some space for him and the troll to sit and put their food. A little box sat open in front of the troll, a nest of little chicken nuggets snuggled inside. Dave himself had a little carton in front of him too; a handful of thin little fries left. They'd tried to eat out once, but the looks that had been sent Tavros' way had made the troll more than a little uncomfortable, so he'd stopped wanting to go out. That left Dave to go out and basically bring the food to them, and if it had been anyone else, the blonde would have told them to go suck on smuppet ass and get their own damn food. The kitchen was filled with the scent of it now, salty fries and fizzy drinks. Tavros still hadn't gotten used to some of them, the drinks sending bubbles up his nose, so had just stuck to drinking nothing today to save the hassle.
"My chicken nugget goes aaaaaall the way back across the table~" Tavros practically giggled, selecting his chosen nugget between his fingers and moving it across the table in a wide little arc above his head.
"And aaaaaall the way back into the sauce!" the Troll continued, then dunking the little nugget into the little pot of sauce next to him on the other side. The look on his face was one of childish delight. His mouth had tweaked up at the corners in a goofy little smile, legs kicked out under the table with the quiet little clink of metal every now and then that even Dave couldn't miss. The blonde had taken to observing the other figure with his normal expression of apathy, eyes hidden behind a frame of black lenses, merely reaching down every now and then to eat.
"Tav, man, what the hell are you doing?"
Tavros looked up at that, blinking a few times as if he'd not understood or even heard what Dave had said. The little nugget was still between his fingers, dunked in the pot of sauce as he paused to glance up at the blonde sat opposite him.
"I eat the chicken nugget~!" he began again, almost as if Dave had never spoken up, moving his head to fly the food to his mouth to eat, a series of cliché little eating noises curling out of his smiling goofy little mouth before returning his attention to the next nugget in the box.
Dave half wondered if it was possible to feel jealous of a god damn chicken nugget, because it was sure as hell getting more god damn attention that he was; but when Tavros looked at them with that dorky little smile, he guessed maybe it was worth it after all.