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brief summary: you grew up with david, and he always wanted there to be more than just friendship between you both. however, now adults and david is dating someone else, you coming back into his life causes him to have doubts about what he wants. (1.8k)

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“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” You call out as you gather your things in the kitchen, your back turned to the guys as David sighs quietly to himself.

Ilya can’t help but roll his eyes at David’s lovesick expression that remains plastered across his face whenever you’re around. “Dave,” Ilya slaps his chest, causing David to snap out of his trance.

“No!” David blurts out, and you turn around quickly.

“Okay,” You nervously chuckle, thinking nothing of it as you head towards the front door. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you close the door behind you, and David groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands whilst Ilya and Zane share a knowing look.

“Dude, you gotta get it together.” Ilya states as David shakes his head in his hands. “It’s only Y/n, we’ve known her since High School.”

“That’s the problem,” David mumbles. “it’s Y/n.”

It was true, David had known you for many years but for at least half of them he was sort of (most definitely) in love with you whilst you remained oblivious to it. He grew up alongside you as you had boyfriends, was the shoulder for you to cry on after a breakup and one of your best friends. Yet, David always wished he could’ve been something more.

There had been moments between you both, flickers of something more than just friendship, but nothing came of them.

Yet, David had moved on and was happy. At least, he thinks he’s happy until you walk into any room he’s in with your bright smile and joyful laughter; before he realises David’s back in High school, pining after his best friend.

“Look, David, you have a girlfriend.” Zane states, knowing Taylor is out of town currently. “You can’t be drooling over Y/n like this.”

“I know, I just,” David sighs as he thinks of you, knowing he should think of Taylor in that way. “whenever she’s around I just forget any other girl exists, and I just want to be with her.”

Ilya rolls his eyes once more. “God you need help.” He mutters as he rises to his feet, clapping his hands together as both David and Zane look up.

“What are you talking about?” Natalie speaks up as she walks through into the open space with Todd by her side.

“About David and Y/n.” Zane motions to David who simply shrugs his shoulders meekly at Natalie’s raised brow.

“She finally tell you then?” Todd smiles brightly, unaware of Natalie’s eyes widening. “Why’re you all looking at me like that?” Todd asks as wide eyes stare at him from across the room. “Oh no.” He mutters.

“Oh no is right.” Natalie remarks.

“Y/n likes David?” Ilya asks, sounding astounded by the idea as he looks over at David and back to Natalie. “You sure?”

Natalie sighs before nodding. “She has for a while now,” Natalie starts, and David falls back down into the sofa, his mind dazing over in shock as Natalie continues. “but then David started dating Taylor, so she felt like her chance was gone.”

“Okay,” Ilya begins pacing around the room. “so, Y/n likes David, David likes Y/n, but David also likes Taylor.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious.” Natalie mutters. “Look, David, you gotta sort this.”

“But how?” David asks weakly as he looks around at his friends before Ilya’s face lights up.

“I’ve got an idea.” Ilya smirks as he rushes out of the room, returning with the portable whiteboard. “We make a pros and cons list.” He suggests, ignoring Natalie shaking her head.

“Ilya, that is a terrible idea.” She tells him, but Ilya chalks it up on the board instead.

“Actually, it might not be that bad.” David comments, now standing up as he approaches the whiteboard and twiddles the pen in his fingertips as he eyes the pros and cons list. “If I can think of more cons, then I’ll know she isn’t right for me and Taylor is.”

“Your logic is so fucked.” Todd looks down to Natalie who remains silent, hoping that something will come of this for everyone’s sake.

*

Exhaling deeply, David stands back as he admires the board completely covered in the pros and cons of possibly dating you. “I never realised there could be so many.” David half laughs, now feeling more conflicted than ever before.

“Yeah, this is way harder than I anticipated.” Ilya comments, resting his hands on his hips. “Anyway, wanna order food?”

David nods as he walks out from the room, going to grab his phone whilst Ilya heads into the bathroom.

Both remain unaware as the front door opens, and you walk in with bags in hand. “God, it was crazy out there.” You huff, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. “Even though you said you didn’t want anything, I got you guys Starbucks!” You call out, picking up your drink as you notice the whiteboard out and covered in writing.

You can’t help but be intrigued by the board, and as you read over it, your heart drops. The board is about you, your pros and cons in David’s eyes.

“Y/n,” Ilya speaks up softly, emerging from the bathroom as he sees you standing there, trying to force back tears in your eyes as you remain still, gaze fixated on the board. “I can explain, we can explain.” Ilya starts, but you hold your hand up, silencing him.

“Ilya, I ordered pizza from-” David’s voice becomes closer until he’s stood metres from you and his smile drops instantly. “Shit.” He mutters. “Y/n, I, you weren’t supposed to see this.”

A light scoff leaves your lips as you step backwards, glaring to David. “Gee, I wonder why.” You retort. “You’re unbelievable David.” Your voice softens as you turn around, grabbing your bags from the counter and leave without saying another word, too afraid of your own voice and what will be said.

“Fuck!” David yells, gripping his hair in his fists as he groans loudly. “How could you do this to me, Ilya?!” David shifts the blame to Ilya who stares, utterly dumbfounded.

“I wasn’t the one who wrote the fucking list, David.” Ilya reminds David. “You gotta talk to her, man.”

“I,” David starts, but Ilya stops him.

“No, I mean right now.” Ilya states firmly, pointing to the front door. “Go, you idiot!”

Without needing to be told a third time, David jogs over to his front door, opening it and thankfully, you’re still loading your shopping back into the car as you wipe your eyes repeatedly.

“What, David? You wanna tell me about my pros and cons?” You speak up, slamming your boot shut as you near your car door.

“No, I, I wanna explain, as it wasn’t fair you saw that. It wasn’t something you should ever have seen really.” David begins to try and explain, but seeing you so upset, it causes his mind to fall apart. “Y/n, I, I know we’ve always been friends, and I’ve always cared about you- which you knew already.”

“Thought I did.” You mumble to yourself, causing your heart to ache even more.

“But I gave up the possibility of us ever being together a while ago, and then I met Taylor.” David tries to sound happy about his relationship, that it’s a good thing that he moved on. “Before I knew it I was swept up in this new relationship, and then you came back from your trip, and my feelings kinda dug themselves back up and you’re all I can think about.” He half laughs, realising how ridiculous it all sounds.

“David, don’t, please.” You tell him, now opening your car door as you lean against it, but David simply steps closer.

“Y/n, I can’t help how I feel about you, and I know you feel the same.” A nervous smile crosses his lips as you stare blankly at him. “Todd told us, and that’s kinda what caused all this. We were trying to figure a way of trying to decide if we should date, and it was so fucking dumb as I already know you, and I know you’re close enough to perfect.” David laughs light-heartedly. “And I’m so sorry I hurt you Y/n, just please, give me a chance?”

Silence falls between you both as you remain lost in thought. And then, you break it as you exhale quietly. “You’ve got Taylor, David. I can’t do that to her.” You force a small smile, ignoring the tears that fall down your cheeks. “Maybe we just weren’t to ever be.” You chuckle, forcing back pain in your voice as you climb into your car.

“Taylor broke up with me.” David blurts out, just as you’re about to close your car door.

“What?” You ask, staring up at him as he stands in front of your door.

Lowering his gaze, David tries to keep himself composed. “She broke up with me before she left. She knew something wasn’t right  between us and didn’t want it to carry on and get messy.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” You can’t help but ponder over why he never spoke up, listening along with stories as you all sat together in his house and would leave to speak with her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because all I want to do is kiss you, Y/n.” David admits. “I want to be there with you in the mornings, make breakfast or try to at least. Sing shitty songs in the car and film dumb TikTok's together. I just wanna be beside you, and finally, let myself love you after all these years.” David confesses, feeling a weight lifting off his heart as he finally looks at you, seeing you focusing back at him.

“Wow.” You breathe out, now rising to your feet as you move past your car door, closing it as you stand in front of David. “You actually love me?”

David laughs quietly. “I think I always have, weird right?”

“Super weird.” You chuckle. “But kinda cool, cause I think I’ve always loved you too.”

“Oh,” David stumbles over his thoughts, as you lift your hand up, resting it on his shoulder. “that’s pretty cool. So er, what now?” He asks.

Running your hand along his shoulder, you move your fingers across to the back of his neck. “This is usually the part where you kiss me.” You mutter, smiling shyly to him as he nods.

“I think I can do that.” He whispers before resting his arm around your waist, tugging you closer into his embrace as his lips ghost yours. “I love you.” He breathes out as his lips part.

“I love you too.” You mumble back, finally allowing yourself to open up after all these years, never thinking dreams could come true.

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bad influence dave (d.d) part 1 I guess

A/N: unfortunately, your girl can’t write 15k in 24 hours. but I think I slept 10/24 of those hours, so, like...I think I did pretty good. enjoy. talk to me while you read. I like when y’all tell me what to do...….let’s do that again. I want to post more, so maybe this is how we can get that done ??? either way, enjoy & let me know what you think & keep sending me concepts on this - it’s superrrr hot. love u. thank you for reading my stupid shit. xoxo hailey

word count: 6k (i’m sorry)

Michael, your coworker, drags you to a house party after work – if you didn't know any better, you'd think it’s a shitty shindig organized entirely by high schoolers from across the neighborhood. You’re not sure whose house it is, and you didn't think Michael was interested in this lifestyle; he’s happily married, and his son is going to be baptized by your father next week. 

 Apparently, he is, though, and he ditches you almost immediately, whisked away by people calling his name. You don’t mind it – you didn’t want to babysit him all night, anyway. You wander, half-assedly making yourself a drink in the kitchen just to have something to hold in your hands. 

 You sit yourself on a couch in a relatively empty room, coffee table littered with items you couldn't even identify if you wanted to. You take sips of your drink, hating every second of it, eyes scanning your surroundings as you attempt to find something worth paying attention to. 

 Michael is your only truly comfortable solace in the entire house, and you’re not sure as to what his location is or what he’s doing. You don’t know anyone else, and it’s not exactly your scene: a Father’s daughter should never be in a place like this. Your father would have a stroke if he knew your whereabouts – even though you’re now a grown adult woman living alone. 

 A man sits next to you, speaking to someone across the room as he shuffles through items on the coffee table. You catch his eyes as you move to uncomfortably scroll through your phone in an attempt to divert his gaze.

 “Hey, sweetheart,” he breaks, fiddling with wrappers, “What’s up? I’ve never seen you at any of these things before.” 

 You shrug, blush coming to your cheeks as you feel his eyes linger on your necklace – a crucifix you’ve had since birth. He doesn't say anything for a moment, admiring the redness in your face, before breaking, “What’s your name?” 

 You clear your throat and tell him, not meeting his stare as he opens a jar and plucks what you assume a bud of weed is from it, tearing it up with his fingers. 

 “You speak!” He gasps, making light fun, “I’m David. Good to see you. You want me to roll you one?” 

 You shake your head, murmuring a No – thank you, though. as you watch his fingers habitually roll up either a joint or a blunt (you don’t know the difference, and don’t especially care all that much). He nods respectfully as he licks at the paper delicately, meeting your eyes. 

 David folds the paper and sticks it together, speaking, “You’re cute as all hell...Are you here with anyone?”

 “Um...Michael,” you inform him anxiously, cup still in your hands, “Michael Paul.”

 “Michael?” David asks, surprised as he glances down at your hands, searching for a ring, “You’re not Abby.”

 “You know Abby?” you respond, “She’s...She’s in New York for the week. I’m, um, babysitting him, I guess.”

 “Of course, I know Abby,” he replies, acting as if it’s an obvious fact as he shrugs his shoulders, lighting whatever he just rolled, “I’m their dealer, honey. This is my place. He didn't tell you that?” 

 You chew at your lips, embarrassed at your ignorance, fingers moving to play with the charm of your necklace as you shake your head, eyes at the floor.

 He cocks his head, gaze zeroing in on you, “This isn't really your scene, huh?” David doesn’t mean it in a rude way; he’s just trying to get you to talk. You’re too cute for him to not attempt conversation.

 You shake your head again, muttering, “No, not really. Michael dragged me here.” 

 He tuts, nodding politely, “You sure you don’t want me to roll you something? Or get you a pipe or something? You’re drinking the throwaway shit I didn’t want so I put it out – Michael’s downstairs hitting Adrian’s shitty DIY Rick and Morty bong, if you were wondering.” 

 “I don’t,” you stutter slightly, afraid to meet his eyes, “I’ve never smoked before. I’m not even drinking this...” 

 “Oh!” David exclaims, going silent for a moment, finishing what he was smoking, “Well...It’s a good time to smoke for the first time, if you want to. There’s really not a better time to try it than now, and I can stay with you, but if you don’t want to-”

 “I think I do,” you admit, sheepish, thinking of how disappointed God probably is in you, “Just, um, help me with it? Please?” 

 He nods, leaning towards the coffee table and beginning his process all over again silently. 

 “How much do you know about weed, sweetheart?” David asks dubiously, taking his time.

 “Um...I know what it looks like,” you admit, feeling more sheltered than you ever have before.

 He laughs slightly as he folds the paper in, explaining politely, “I’m rolling you a blunt. The wrap is made of tobacco leaves. I’ll teach you how to roll later, if you want.”

 It’s presumptuous of him to assume you’ll be back to see him again, but he doesn't acknowledge it, continuing, “This is my best shit. I don't deal it, so don't tell Mikey-boy about it or he’ll be up my ass begging for it. I don't know what strain it is – I just know it’s a hybrid.”

 You don’t ask him to elaborate as he finishes rolling it, “You ready, hon?” 

 David sees you make a slight face, scoffing humorously.

 "Baby," he urges, too comfortable with the nickname, yet to use your real name even though he knows it, "Try it. It won't kill you, I promise." David holds up the blunt he just rolled to you, still unlit. He quickly explains what baking the blunt is and what purpose it serves as he runs the flame over the seam of the dried leaves. He passes it to you, eyes dropping to your mouth as you prop it between your lips. He lights it for you, blowing out the flame at the end and watching you hit it for the first time.

 You cough wildly, eyes watering as you pass it back to him, shaking your head and sniffling as you attempt to recover. He laughs at you lightly, amused, "Let’s try this. Just...suck in the smoke after me, okay?"

 You nod as he scoots closer next to you and brings it to his lips, taking a drag and quickly ghosting it. He gently tips your head towards him, your chin between his thumb and index finger. He's too comfortable with you for just meeting each other fifteen minutes prior, and you realize this as he hovers his mouth over yours and gently blows the smoke. You do as David told you, sucking up the smoke as much as you can before he pulls away, staring at you and expecting you to cough.

 You don't, exhaling remnants of his smoke easily. A smile tugs at his lips, blunt still between his fingers as his eyebrows raise, "Better, yeah? 'S shotgunning. I think it's kinda hot, but maybe it's just me."

 You continue the back and forth of shotgunning until you're high. It doesn't take long for you, and he finishes the blunt for you, high off his ass. David eyes your mouth and begins to lean in, free hands moving to your waist. 

 He kisses you gently, keeping his hands to himself, before pulling away, speaking, "Sorry. I didn’t ask. Is this okay?"

 You nod against him, fists tangling into his t-shirt, pulling him closer and attaching your mouths. He leans out gently after a few seconds, "Nah. We shouldn't – not when we're both as high as we are – but if you want me in your guts anytime soon, just lemme know. I’m down...The weed won't kill you, but these will," he pulls out a pack of Camel cigs from his breast pocket, shaking the pack slightly and removing one. David lights it and tosses the pack onto the coffee table, "...You want one?"

 “Sure,” you shrug, your father's face passing momentarily through your brain as he passes you one. He lights it for you, his stare too overwhelming as he watches for your reaction.

 “I like you,” he compliments simply, smoking a filtered Camel, arm draped around the back of your seat.

 At first, you cough at the cigarette smoke, too – you’re loosened up now, but still painfully shy as David continues to speak with you, “So, what's your deal? Why’re you so bashful? I mean...it’s cute.” 

 “Oh, um,” you blush again, feeling the warmth from his body radiate onto your skin, “My father is the priest at the big cathedral in the center of town...St. John’s the Baptist.”

 “Ohhh,” he nods understandingly, motioning to your crucifix, “Makes sense.” 

 He deadpans, “So, would he be upset with you if you were with a guy like me? What about your mom? Any siblings?”

 You breathe heavier at his questions, heart beating faster as you glance at his lips, “Yes. Two brothers. They would all kill me if they even knew I was here.” 

 “So, why are you?” David quips, “Just being nosy. If you didn't want to be here, you wouldn't have stayed.” 

 It seems like he’s getting closer and closer to you the more you speak, and you’re confused as to why you don't mind it, “...’Cause you started talking to me…”

 “Ah,” he tuts, putting his cigarette out and taking yours from your fingers, smoking on it since you barely did, “That’s sweet.”

 David can feel the innocence radiating from you, getting the balls to ask the question he is dying to know the answer to, “Are you pure?”

 Your eyes widen and you clear your throat, deciding to swallow all of the liquor in your cup before replying, “Yes.”

 He knew that was going to be your answer, pressing, “So... nothing? Ever? Not even a little…” he quickly motions jerking off, “In the back of some prick’s car when you were sixteen?”

 “Um,” you shift in your seat, eyes on his, “No... Just-just kissing. My dad has always threatened us with the sixth and ninth Commandments...they teach specifically against sins of the flesh.” 

 “Wow,” he scoffs, growing bolder, “Would you break that for me? Let me ruin that for you?”

 You inhale sharply as he stares into your eyes, completely inscrutable as he waits for your response, “Um…”

 You feel your heart rate speed up as you gaze at his mouth, never quite feeling this way before as you push your thighs together involuntarily. David immediately clocks it, eyes darting to your legs before breaking, “Can I take that as a yes? Not tonight, obviously, but…” 

 His voice drops, lower in volume, “Just say the word.” He leans in closer to you, your lips almost touching as David tilts his head, waiting for your response, “We can start off slow. I can teach you one thing at a time – God, I want to teach you everything.” 

 “Yes,” you agree, breathless, “Yes, please. I want it.”

 You don't know what’s come over you for this man to challenge your lifelong beliefs after thirty minutes of knowing him, and you certainly don't think it’s from the weed. David kisses you again, tongue easily slipping into your mouth as his hands come to your waist, sliding down gently to feel the shape of your figure in his palms.

 This is bordering the most you’ve ever done with a guy, even at twenty-two years old, and he is such a good kisser that you don't notice when one of his hands land at the base of your neck. Your hands run over the width of his shoulders as his teeth tug at your bottom lip, eliciting a whine from the back of your throat. 

 You’re immediately embarrassed and he feels you flush against his face, leaning out of the kiss and removing his touch. You already feel somehow less whole as he scoots away and wipes at his mouth, reaching towards the coffee table for what you assume is his phone. 

 David unlocks it, demanding as he passes the device to you, “Give me your number, sugar.”

 You type it in along with your name, “Shouldn't I... Um, shouldn't I get yours too?” 

 He tuts, standing, “I’ll text you, sweetheart. Don't worry about it.” 

 You stand, too, and David notices the way you mirror him – once you go any further together, he knows you’re going to follow him around like a puppy dog. 

 ++

 Two weeks later, you see him again. You beg Michael to take you to another one of David’s “get-togethers” after you hear nothing but radio silence from him. You think of him every day and every night, an irreparable longing inside of you only he can fix. You feel guilty for it, attempting to pray the hormones away, but they remain: Every day that passes, you want him even more badly. 

 You have no evidence of your interaction besides the memory of how his hands felt on your skin and what his mouth tasted like; or how easily the pet names he called you had effortlessly rolled off of his tongue, like he had been doing it for an extended amount of time.  

 You tag along with Michael and Abby this time around, and David sees you walk in with them, halting the conversation he was having with a customer and moving to go speak to you. He waves off your company to ensure he can speak to you without their lingering presence, much to say.

 “You’re back,” David states, “I’ve been meaning to get a hold of you, I promise. Just super busy. Downside to dealing is how much time it takes up.” He doesn't wait for your response, walking to the kitchen. You follow him, as he knew you would, and he leans against his granite counters. 

 “What are you drinking tonight, honey?” 

 You shrug, beginning to blush at the pet name, “Whatever you want me to.” 

 “Good answer,” he replies, moving to begin working, “My day job is bartending. Right now, at least, dealing isn't enough to pay all of the bills. I’ll give you what I usually drink.” 

 David pours you a double whisky, neat, and passes the glass to you. You glance at it and its lack of added ingredients, and he chuckles softly, “Just drink it, baby. Don’t be a pussy.” 

 He seems all too satisfied when you obey his wishes, arms crossing casually as he watches you take a large gulp. He drinks this?

 David stands up straight from his spot against the counter, leaning down and dropping his voice, “Meet me where we were last time. I’ll be up in a few – I’ve gotta go talk to a customer. I want the glass empty when I see you next. Got it?” 

 You nod, eyes on his before his hand finds the small of your back, generally guiding you through the people to the stairs before he disappears. You go upstairs and locate the room, placing yourself on the couch and scrolling through your phone while forcing yourself to finish your drink as he asked you to. With some valor, you do, chugging it and wishing you had a chaser. 

 David makes an appearance ten minutes into your wait, apologizing, “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn't think it’d take that long. The kid does not know how to shut up.” 

 You shrug, unbothered, as he glances at the cup, complimenting you and motioning to it, “Good girl!” 

 “Baby,” he pauses, fixed gaze on you, “What do you want from me?” 

 You cock your head, confused, “I... I thought we already talked about this…?” 

 “We did. You’re taking it the wrong way,” David admires your eagerness to please while remaining truthful, “What do you want from me right now?” 

 “Oh,” you reply, blush returning to your cheeks as you feel stupid, “Umm...I was hoping you would decide.” 

 “Okay,” he replies easily, nodding his head, “But in a minute. How often do you drink?” 

 “Not...Not too much, why? Maybe, like, once every few months? But I never get drunk, if that’s what you’re asking.” David doesn't reply, murmuring an ‘I’ll be right back.’ and leaving the room. 

 Not even three minutes later, he’s returned with another drink, “Screwdriver. You’ll like this one better. Finish it.” 

 You do, and he watches as your throat undulates as you swallow, feeling his dick twitch in his pants at the sight. He takes the glass from you and slides it onto the coffee table, scooting closer to you.

 “You’re so innocent,” David comments, body heat radiating into your skin, “You don't want to stay that way?”

 You shake your head, eyes on the floor, “No. I feel like a child.” 

 “Mm,” he makes an approving noise, “Look at me.”

 You obey him, again, forcing him to continue, “I’ve got you, Y/N. Is that why you came back here?”

 “...Yes,” you reply, noticing it's the first time he actually acknowledges your real name. 

 “Good choice,” David responds, “Let me kiss you.” 

 He attaches your mouths, and you taste him again: a few beers mixed with his cigarettes. It becomes one with the orange juice and vodka you just ingested, and you feel his hand creep up the tops of your thighs.

 You gasp slightly into his mouth before he responds, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” David keeps his promise, even though part of you wishes he wouldn't. 

 He moves you so you’re now positioned in his lap, hands respectfully on your waist as the bulge in his shorts brushes ever so slightly against your pussy under your dress. He doesn't acknowledge it and doesn't acknowledge how hard his dick is, mouth remaining on yours. 

 David kind of feels like a teenager, making out with a virgin at a house party, but he doesn't mind it whatsoever: you’re cute, and you’re giving him the chance to ruin you. 

 “Can I touch you?” He finds himself asking you mid-kiss, and you sheepishly nod your head. Slowly, taking his time with it, his hand slides up your inner thigh, palming your pussy gently as you involuntarily buck up against his touch, making a soft noise. 

 “Wow,” he remarks simply into your mouth at your reaction while you blush against his face, your hands on his shoulders. He doesn't do anything else and savors the moment you try to move against him, hating that he feels the need to grab at your hips and get you to stop. 

 You do, murmuring a quiet ‘Sorry…’ as David slides both of his hands under your loose-fitting dress, grazing the hems of your underwear and stopping at your waist, feeling at the bare skin and curves there. 

 You’re warm and drunk, now, and as he realizes this, he pulls out of your kisses and sets you back next to him. 

 “You’re drunk, honey,” David says, moving to light a cigarette, “I knew you would be, but not this quickly.” 

 “But wait,” you whine, hand on his shoulder, “No. David...I want it.” 

 He chuckles, leaning back in his seat, “I’m sure you do, sweetheart, but I’m not doing anything with you when I’m sober and you’re not.” 

 “Ugh,” you groan, “But I want you.” You scoot closer to him and kiss at his neck, trying to leave a mark. Admittedly, though, you don’t know how to. 

 “How do I leave a hickey on you?” you ask, fingers tracing against the wet spot in the crook of his neck. 

 “No,” he says simply, politely pushing away your touches, “Maybe next time.” 

 “If you even text me…” you roll your eyes, visibly pouting. 

 “Look, baby,” David says, defensive, “I mean this as nicely as possible: A virgin should not be getting upset with me for trying to make their experiences good. Don't be a brat just because you’re needy and have never had it before. The day will come, so: sit down, keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise, and smoke a blunt with me. Got it?” 

 “You’re so hot,” you drunkenly compliment, sinking back into your seat and fiddling with your hands, “Got it.”

 “Good,” he replies, putting out his cigarette. You are drunk, and you can barely focus as his hand grabs at your thigh, just above your knee. He tugs you closer before removing his touch, a silent indication of wanting you to scoot next to him. 

 He quickly rolls it with expertise, “Let’s see if you can smoke it by yourself this time.” 

 David gently holds the blunt with his thumb and index finger, lighting it and passing it to you. You fail again, lungs and throat rejecting the smoke. 

 You quietly apologize, sniffling as you pass it back to him.

 “It’s okay,” he promises reassuringly, taking a hit and giving it back to you, “Try again.” 

 You breathe in the smoke slowly, unknowingly taking a large hit. He roots for you, “Hold it, sweetheart. Hold it. Don't cough. Don’t laugh. It’ll make it hurt more. Hold it. Alright, blow it out. You did so good.” 

 You feel lightheaded as you exhale into the room and pass it back to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckles, arm draping around your shoulders and leaning back into the couch, “I’ll give you a little rest after that one. That was a huge hit. It would probably knock me out. Give it a minute to settle in.” 

 You close your eyes, feeling your heart in your throat as you feel him continue to smoke. He gets your attention before taking another hit, “Sugar. Look at me.” 

 You do, and he tips your face upwards, mouth hovering over yours as you get the hint and inhale. David shotguns with you sporadically before he finishes off the blunt, tossing the roach into his ashtray. 

 “You’re crossed, baby. Crossfaded,” he says casually, arm still around you, “You should go home and ride it out.” 

 You don't want to, and he can read it on your face, “I’ll get you an Uber and text you when I get off tomorrow. I’ll come pick you up and we can hang, okay? I promise. You’ll be okay.” 

 You nod slowly before his lips are momentarily on yours, “Okay. Go downstairs. You don't need me to stay with you. I’ll tell Mikey and Abs.”

 ++

 He does text you when he gets off, and you’re as much surprised that he followed through with it as you are impressed with yourself for actually remembering his promise. 

 David takes you back to his place; everything he owns seems to smell like weed, and his house is now quiet, as it's just you two. You're startled when David unbuttons his black dress shirt, shrugging it off and tossing it on to his couch as he makes his way to the kitchen. He tugs at the neck of his black t-shirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the couch, giving his dress shirt some company. He’s shirtless, now, slacks sitting on his hips as he opens his fridge. 

 “Sorry, I’m fucking starving and those clothes are hot as hell. I’ve been working since nine this morning,” David rifles through the contents of his fridge and freezer, unhappy with the selection, “I don't want any of this. Let’s go somewhere.” 

 “You bartend at nine in the morning?” you ask, leaning nervously against his kitchen counter.

 “I know, right?” he scoffs, “All of the alcoholics come in before they have to go to work. It’s the same people every day. It feels like Groundhog Day.”

 You follow him as he grabs his dirty clothes and goes upstairs, and you presumably end up in his room: bed made, room spotless. 

 “I have roommates, but they work more than I do, ‘cause I get the profits from dealing. They’re messy, but I’m not,” he explains nonchalantly, placing his clothes in a hamper as he kicks his shoes off, “Can’t stand anything being strewn everywhere. I don't know why they can’t just pick up after themselves, but I’m also not gonna clean up after them. I lock the door to my room when we throw parties.” 

 “I’m so sorry, honey,” he says regretfully, “Can I shower? It’ll take me five minutes.” 

 You shrug, “No worries. Go ahead. Take your time.”

 “Sweet,” David rifles through his drawers and grabs shorts and a hoodie, “Give me a few.” 

 He shuts his bathroom door and you hear the shower turn on. You take this time to glance around his room: work clothes hung neatly on hangers in his closet, shoes organized at the bottom on a shelf, photos of what you assume are his family taped on the borders of the mirror on top of his chest of drawers. You want to snoop, sneakily opening a drawer in his nightstand. It contains condoms, cigarettes, weed, and other items you can't identify. Even his drawers are organized, and you didn't think he would have a clean bone in his body. 

 At least he’s safe about some things, you guess, shutting the drawers as you hear the water shut off. David emerges shortly afterwards, running his towel through his hair, clad in socks and gym shorts. You try to keep your eyes to yourself as he bends over, grabbing a random shirt from one of his drawers and pulling it on. 

 “What happened to your back?” you ask, nosy as you think about the visible thin striped scars going down the length and width of his back – too thick and too straight to be stretch marks.

 He scoffs as he tugs his shoes on – either well-taken care of or brand-new Vans – admitting, “Girls.”

 You make a face, confused, before he clarifies, “Sex. I don’t mind it, though. I know I do a good job.” 

 He tosses his dirty towel into his hamper, grabbing his keys and shoving them into his pocket. Hoodie draped over his forearm, he steps towards you, “Let’s go, baby.” You look up at him as he tips your head up and leans in, giving you the first kiss of the night. His hand moves from your chin to your waist, pulling your hips closer to his. David feels you get bold and handsy, running your hand down the front of his torso. 

 He pulls away, hand on the small of your back, “Hands to yourself, remember?” 

 “S-sorry,” you apologize, removing your hand, “I thought that was because I was drunk.” 

 “No,” he replies, eyes on yours, “It’s because you’re the virgin here. I’m not going to just fuck you and send you home.” 

 “I’m controlling the way this goes,” David explains, “I’ll make it good for you. Besides, isn't it so much hotter to go slowly?” His lips are millimeters from yours, eyes hooded as he stares between your lips and eyes. 

 “Whatever you say,” you respond, blush apparent in your cheeks, “I’m not even sure if I know what's hot.” 

 “Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling you closer, “You don't even know what you like?” 

 You shake your head, embarrassed, before David kisses you quickly, stepping away and opening his bedroom door, “This is going to be so much fucking fun.”

 ++

 You’re not hungry, and it feels awkward watching him eat with no conversation to make. He’s thinking the same thing, but neither of you pay it any mind: you’re both grown, you can handle it for half an hour.

 David drives back to his place, no hands on you, and you realize he takes good care of his car, too: it feels brand new. You ask him about it, noting how he takes care of his belongings.

 “Thank you,” he responds earnestly, lighting a cigarette, “It’s ingrained in me, I guess. When me and my family moved to America, it was all that my parents asked of me. We didn't have much, so we had to take care of what we did have.” 

 “You’re not from here?” you genuinely question, “That's cool. When and where did you move from?” 

 “No, I’m not,” he chuckles softly, “Slovakia. Moved when I was six.”

 “I’m a DACA recipient, so, like,” David clears his throat, “If we’re ever at a party and the cops show up and you’re with me, we need to be the first ones outta there. Whoever's hosting will usually tell me. My nightmare is getting deported.” 

 You nod, going quiet, nothing left to say. 

 “Nice of you to notice, though,” he continues, tossing his cigarette out of his window and moving his free hand to your thigh, “You’re sweet, honey.” 

 You blush at the action as he pulls into his driveway, rolling his window up and shutting the car off. 

 The tension between you returns as you follow him upstairs into his room, him ordering you, “On the bed, baby.” 

 David's never been one to love hand jobs – not when he could do the same thing by himself a million times better – but the opportunity of being able to teach a girl from scratch how to give one exactly the way he likes it is too good for him to not take. 

 You both kick your shoes off and climb into it, bed still made as he wastes no time, tugging his shirt off and pulling your face to his and kissing you as he lies down. You keep your hands to yourself as he told you to earlier before he grabs at one of them, placing it in the middle of his chest and slowly running it down his torso. His hand remains over yours, controlling its movements as he pushes your hand over the bulge in his shorts, his hips bucking up slightly. 

 “Keep it there,” David tells you before kissing you again, removing his hand from yours and grasping at your waist. His hands move slightly lower and he already feels how breathless you are into his kisses. Images of his dick in your hands run through his brain, and he twitches under your touch, dick gradually growing bigger.

 You change nothing about your hand placement or pressure as you feel him grow beneath your fingers, his hips moving slightly as he leans out. He moves your face with his fingers, squishing your cheeks up momentarily for you to look towards his dick as he tugs his underwear and shorts down.  

 You exhale sharply at the sight of his dick, heat coming to your cheeks, before he demands, “Spit on it. Nothing else. Don’t touch. Look at me while you do.” 

 You scoot yourself further down the bed so you can obey, sucking up the spit you have in your mouth, heart beating out of your chest. His fingers thread through your hair and holds it back as he gently reminds you, sensing your anxiety, “Don’t be so nervous, honey. I’ve got you.” 

 You nod slightly before you meet his eyes and do as you’re told, his mouth dropping open slightly at the sight of the excess saliva dripping from your lips. You wipe at your mouth as he politely tugs you away, fingertips leaving your hair and moving to grasp his dick. 

 David side eyes you as he strokes himself slightly, “Can I see you?” 

 You nod, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his movements, mouth wanting to water. His free hand tugs at the hem of your dress and he realizes you’re always wearing dresses – he doesn't question it, writing it off as a weird overtly-Catholic thing and not thinking of it again as you lift it off of you. 

 He didn't think you’d reach around and unhook your bra, but he doesn't complain, staring at your tits and grabbing at them. David breathes heavily, “Watch my hand.” 

 You do, lips parted as you watch him work over himself, wanting him in your mouth – even if you have no idea how to do it. He twists his grasp near the base of his dick, moving upwards and running his palm over the head with every stroke. 

 “Fuck,” he curses, watching you watch him and removing his touch, “You do it. I’ll guide you.” 

 “Do...do you want me to take my rings off?” 

 “No,” he replies, “It’ll be okay, honey.” 

 David eyes the crucifix around your neck as it dangles while you lean forward, his free hand running gently down your spine as you wrap your fingers around him. 

 “Don’t grab as tight as you think,” he advises as you begin moving your hand, “Oh, fuck. Perfect.” 

 “Slower,” he tells you, “Oh, God, yes. Look at me.” 

 He pushes your hair behind your shoulders as you glance up at him, his mouth slightly agape. Your hands are smaller than his and more precise, and he can't believe the best handy he’s ever received is from a God-fearing virgin. 

 “Faster, sugar. Spit again,” he orders, grunting as you obey him, “Good girl. Just like that.” 

 His hips fuck up into your hand, “Use your other hand and touch under the head. Quick.”

 You do, running your fingertips under where you think he’s talking about, eyes still glued to his.

 “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, eyes rolling back into his head and throwing his head back against his pillows. David’s hand rests on your back affectionately as he looks up at the ceiling, getting closer. 

 “Oh, baby, I’m close,” he doesn't know why he’s never told a girl what he likes when getting jerked off, because this is the first time he’s actually enjoyed it. 

 David decides to just cum all over your hands, eyes rolling back again and grunting as he orgasms. You switch between watching his face twist up as he gasps, breathing heavily, and watching the way his dick pulses as he cums over your fingers and his hips jerk up. He cums on his stomach slightly, his eyes closed as you assume he’s now spent. 

 “Give me a second,” he excuses breathlessly, “Oh, fuck. I’ve never cum that hard from a handy. I don't even think with myself.” 

 He opens his eyes, sitting up, “You have two choices. You can either clean up the mess on your hands with a washcloth, or you can lick it up, or both. It’s your call.” 

 You stare at him for a moment, unresponsive, “Um. No... Can you pick for me? Please?” 

 David laughs softly, tugging his shorts up and deciding to not make you nasty yet, “Go wash your hands, honey. Washcloths are in the cabinet by the shower. Quickly – you don't want that to dry on you, I promise.”

 You nod, getting off of the bed and making your way to his bathroom. It’s as clean and organized as his bedroom is, and you wash and dry your hands, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet he indicated. There are more condoms – how many does he need? – but you don’t focus on it, drying your hands and running the fabric under warm water. You bring it to him and gently wipe away the cum on his stomach without his asking; David is blown away and flattered as to how much you so obviously want to earn his praise. 

 You make sure to toss it in his hamper before sliding back onto his bed, not entirely sure what to do next. 

 “Lie down, baby,” he tells you, arm wrapping around you and tugging you into his chest, “You did so good.”

 You’re silent for a few moments, before you break, “Do you have a big dick?” 

 That genuinely makes him laugh, “I have heard that it’s big...and very hard to take. Just a warning.” 

 “Take?” you question, looking up at him confusedly. 

 “There have been a lot of times where it doesn't fit.”

 “Oh.”

 “Yeah. Good luck, sweetheart, but I won't hurt you.”

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[butdaddyiluvvhim]

Heather D.D

Heres something I relate to closely and yes I am aware it sucks :)

I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better, on me, than it did you,

'Here' David says handing you his sweater, after he noticed you shivering 'Thanks' you smile. 'You look better in my clothes.' He smiles while turning his head looking across the room.

Only if you knew, how much I liked you, but I watch your eyes, as she walks by

You dont miss they way he looks at her. Like shes the only girl in the room. Like shes the moon and you're just another star in the sky.

What a sight for, sore eyes, brighter than a, blue sky, she's got you, mesmerized, while I die

Your heart breaks a little everytime she walks into the room. She was perfect and everything you weren't. Everything David wanted.

Why would you ever kiss me?, I'm not even half, as pretty

You remember the night you and david kissed under the stars, while in a field if lilacs and daisy's. The only thing running through your head, is how amazing he smells, and how you'd never stop falling in love with him.

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better, wish I were Heather

You also think back to the time you first seen her wear his sweater thoughts of how could've this happened and why it happened. You thought you two were getting somewhere.

But maybe you weren't.

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[pattinsonsgurl]

A Chance Meeting (D.D and Y/N) Prologue

So it’s been a while since I wrote anything and I literally just been so busy for the past 3 months.

I’m so sorry 🧸 anon who requested some stories based on a some prompts.

I do remember you wanted it to be about Jason Nash’s Daughter and David. So here is a little introduction, sneak peek of what’s in store.

David meets Y/N at Target.

Four years ago

Y/N POV

Y/n was grocery shopping at her favorite place, Target. She was looking at the produce section when a ball hit her in the back of her head.

“Ouch!” Y/n exclaimed as she put her hand on her head.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” someone apologized as they ran up behind Y/n.

Y/n turned around expecting it to be a child but instead a shaggy brown haired tall guy came up to her.

“I was trying to make it into that empty basket next you. Are you ok?” The guy asked as he gingerly put his hand over her head making sure there wasn’t a knot. Y/N hitches her breath at his sudden touch.

“Uh yea I’m fine but what the heck are you doing into the middle of Target throwing random balls at carts?” Y/N asks noticing how strongly she reacted to his touch and feeling very awkward.

“Oh well my name David and this is my friend Alex.” David says also feeling a little awkward on how intimate it felt touching her hand.

She glances over at the tall dirty blonde haired guy standing with a sheepish look on his face, obviously embarrassed by what just happened.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hi.” She muttered as she felt her head starting to throb.

“So yea I have a YouTube channel and usually I have a Target Edition where we do funny things and I edit them to put on my vlog. Hey you look kind of familiar. Have we met?” David asks.

“Uh no. I don’t think so. I think I would remember you. Or maybe not. I might have a concussion so I could have amnesia.” She says with a smirk.

“Ha good one. Are you sure you’re ok though. I feel really bad about hitting you with my balls, I mean ball.” David jokes.

“Yeah, I’m good thanks for your concern though. Maybe next time don’t throw balls where there are people around?” She recommends.

“Haha, she right about that.” Alex says laughing.

“Well see ya around.” Y/N says walking off feeling a little disappointed that she didn’t have the guts to ask for his number or that he didn’t even try. Oh well, she thought, it’s just not meant to be as she walked towards the ice cream aisle.

David POV

“Dude! Why didn’t you ask her for her number?” Alex hissed into David’s ear.

“You know I like Liza, Alex! Why would I want to ask another girl for her number?” David whispers-yells back.

“I’m just saying dude. She was cute. Maybe if it didn’t work out with Liza, you could ask her out.” Alex says.

“Idk. Guess I’ll never know.” David replied as he looks back at your retreating figure going the opposite way. Wondering what could have been.

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[dylshoney]

movie night

request: okay but like a smut of david fingering you in secret? like, it's movie night at david's house, and everyones watching teen wolf or something. you comment on how hot some actor is and david gets INSTANTLY jealous. you feel his hand on your leg and all that good stuff while everyone is around you guys and after he's just like "that's what you get, princess" mM FUCK

a/n: i’ve been in a dave mood lately and uuf this request really got me. not my best work, but eh i was inspired. gif is mine!

warnings: language, fingering, light smut

“Scoot over,” Zane looked down at you, his eyes narrowed teasingly.

 You grumbled, rolling over on the couch, giving Zane the opportunity to sit down –placing a huge bowl of popcorn in his lap.

 You smiled, straightening up and reaching over to grab a handful, but your hand was smacked away.

 “Ow!”

 “You have an entire tub,” you whined, reaching again, “Give me some.”

 He raised the bowl out of your reach, “Nu-uh baby. Make your own.”

 You huffed, leaning back and crossing your arms.

 Seconds later you felt the couch dip next to you, a smile adorning your face as your boyfriend winked at you, handing you his bowl of popcorn.

 You took it from him eagerly, leaning into him as he threw his arm over your shoulders.

 “Thank you bub,” you hummed, melting into his side as he kissed your head.

 David grinned, his hand traveling down to pinch your hip as he pulled you closer to him, throwing your legs over his lap.

 “Yuck,” Zane shivered, scooting away from you, “I’m trying to eat here.”

 “Don’t be jealous, baby,” David smirked teasingly.

 “I’m not, I’m appalled actually.”

 “I can call Stass and ask her to come over?” You tilted your head innocently as David snorted next to you.

 “You would do that?” Zane’s voice was higher than normal.

 You pretended to think about it for a moment, before shaking your head with an evil grin, “I usually would, but since you didn’t want to share with me…”

 “Y/n …” He whined, grabbing a pillow and smacking your arm with it as you laughed.

 “Hey!” David grabbed the pillow from him, tossing it away with a glare, “Don’t make me get my taser.”

 You laughed even louder as Zane immediately stopped his assault, grumbling profanities under his breath.

 “What are we watching?” Natalie walked into the living room, joining the three of you in your weekly movie night.

 “Maze Runner,” David said, reaching for the remote as you squealed in excitement.

 Natalie smiled, “Good choice, y/n.”

 “How do you know she chose it?” David asked, pressing play, your eyes glued to the screen in anticipation.

 Natalie snorted, “Cause she’s in love with Dylan O’Brien. Duh.”

 You could feel David tense next to you but you ignored it, your gaze locked on the said actor on screen.

 The four of you were mostly quiet for the first half of the movie, too enthralled with the craziness to talk. Zane had fallen asleep next to you, which was a miracle seeing as the screen was constantly filled with screams.

 You usually loved when David made side commentary when the two of you watched movies; it made the overall experience more enjoyable. But this time, your mind was completely consumed with the gorgeous man on screen, so you replied to his comments with simple one-word answers. After a few times, you noticed this really began bugging him, which almost made you laugh. He was always craving your attention.

 You smirked, placing your head on his shoulder as you watched Thomas run through the maze.

 “He’s so fucking hot,” you mumbled, wanting to see what kind of rise you would get out of David.

 You expected him to roll his eyes and make a sarcastic comment, but he was silent, his body stiffening under you.

 You bit your lip, about to admit it was all a joke, when you felt it. His hand tightened around your thigh.

 At first, you thought it was an accident, but when he began lightly massaging your skin, you knew he was doing it on purpose.

 You gasped as his fingers trailed further up, his cold rings causing shivers to form all over your frame.

 “David,” you hissed into his ear, your eyes locked on an oblivious Natalie.

 He ignored you, his hand traveling up until it was massaging right under your clickbait shorts.

 You shivered as his digits moved the light cotton material slightly to the side, exposing your core, before sliding a line up your slit.

 Your hand was quick to grasp his, steadying his movements, “What the hell are you doing?” Your whisper was supposed to come out furious, but instead, you sounded as aroused as you felt.

 “Nothing,” he shrugged, his hand wiggling out of your grasp and back down into your warmth.

 You bit your lip as his long fingers began moving up and down your already soaked core.

 You were thankful for the fluffy blanket covering your bottom half, keeping your boyfriend’s actions from anyone’s view.

 “David,” you warned softly, “S-stop.”

 He smirked, leaning down to whisper, “No can do, bub.”

 You gasped as he lightly bit the skin under your ear, “If you can’t handle the punishments, then you shouldn’t be such a bad girl.

 You exhaled a shaky breath, your eyes rolling back as you saw his dark eyes, his arousal obvious.

 “Be quiet, baby,” he rasped, slipping a finger inside you, your eyes shutting as your legs clenched around his hand.

 You tried to control your breathing, your hands gripping his shirt as you tried not to make any sounds. You hated the smirk on his face, he knew how hard it was for you to stay quiet. You were usually loud, and he liked it that way.

 It seemed like he wanted to get caught, he wanted you to throw your head back and scream as he pleasured you. But you weren’t going to let him win that easily.

 You bit your lip to stop any sounds from escaping, your eyes shutting as you placed your face into the crook of his neck.

 You yelped quietly, as he stuck another finger inside you, his long digits beginning to pump.

 His thumb ran along your clit, eliciting a small whimper that only seemed to spur him further. His pace quickened, his fingers moving at an ungodly pace.

 You couldn’t resist biting his shoulder as you felt the familiar tightness form between your legs.

 “So tight,” his voice was low, raspy, “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

 You whimpered again, trying to hold your breath, your legs begging to tremble slightly.

 “David,” you mumbled into his skin.

 “I know bub,” he didn’t cease his pace, his fingers guiding you to completion, “Cum for me.”

 You felt dizzy, biting his shoulder again as your cunt clenched around his fingers, falling apart around him.

 He guided you through your high, a slight smirk on his lips at the knowledge that he could have you shaking with just his fingers.

 You pulled away from him, trying to catch your breath, slightly opening your eyes as he took his fingers out.

 You watched with wide eyes as he brought them up to his mouth, sucking them clean. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, feeling wetness form between your legs again.

 David winked at your flushed face, his arm wrapping around your waist to tug you closer again. You almost wanted to protest, feeling too worked up to be this close to him again, but you couldn’t resist.

 Especially when he kissed your cheek lightly. You hummed as his kisses trailed your jaw down your neck.

 “Why are you doing this to me?” You mumbled, getting more aroused by the second.

 He tapped your bum lightly, “That’s what you get, princess. Looking at other men.” He tutted shaking his head.

 You turned back to the screen, seeing that you were about half an hour from the end. You knew you couldn’t last that long, your legs clenching to keep your wetness from dripping onto the couch.

 You smirked, looking back up at David innocently, “I can’t help it, he’s just so delicious. Makes me wonder what he – ”

 His hand was gripping your ass so hard you were sure it was going to leave bruises, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

 His dark tone sent a rush through your body. You kept steady eye – contact, your tongue slipping out of your mouth to lick your lower lip. David’s gaze locked on you, made you smirk lightly, your eyes falling on the very noticeable bulge in his sweatpants.

 “That’s it.”

 Before you could open your mouth, his arms had wrapped around you, picking you up off the couch, swinging you over his shoulder.

 “David!” You squealed as he slapped your ass roughly.

 “Where are you going?” Natalie’s sleepy voice asked as he passed her, “Movie’s not done yet.”

 David didn’t stop, yelling back to her, “We’re heading to bed! Turn off the T.V. when you’re done.”

 He slammed his bedroom door shut with a bang, making sure to lock it before walking you over to his fluffy bed and dropping you.

 You gasped, his body falling on top of you in seconds, “You are so in for it now,” he growled, connecting your lips quickly as your body collided with his.

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[brokendave]

college!dave (ch.12)

A/N: soooo, i’m back? 

SYNOPSIS: one awkward encounter, two fights and three people that stress Presley out

WORD COUNT: 3069

The month leading up to finals were filled with library visits, a slew of crumpled up paper that occupied more space on Presley’s mind than the work itself and lots and lots of coffee. Fortunately, Presley’s coffee was free and Jess is a Godsend, leaving Presley an endless supply. 

Her keyboard felt like it had now permanent finger indentations in them as she bounced around from English essay to research paper to school paper article, she barely had time to breathe let alone indulge in David’s romantic needs, but he sure loved to try. 

She entertained him for a short while, letting him kiss her until their lips were swollen and red. Sometimes she even let him lay her down on his bed and make her forget about all the typos and blank spaces on her computer screen and in the moment, it all felt right. In the classroom, it just felt like panic. 

She has to go home without knowing her grades, which to Presley, was a bigger punishment than going home in general. Before heading back to her dorm after her last class before break, Presley stops at the newspaper office to grab some of her things.

“Working on your holiday break?” Presley whips her head toward the door. Emilio. She smiles and sighs, putting down the stack of papers that she had previously picked up. 

“Yeah,” she admits. “It’ll keep me occupied, you know?” Emilio nods and grabs his bag that was strung across the chair. Presley didn’t notice when she entered the room that the table was covered in his things that he was not collecting. 

“I know,” he says. She runs her fingers along the sides of her papers, the sharp edges threatening to slice open her skin. “Might just stay on campus, if we’re being honest.” 

She doesn’t know what to say. Emilio doesn’t expect a response. He just smiles at Presley, one that she hasn’t seen before. It’s sad and makes her heart feel heavy. “Have a good break, Pres.” 

“You too,” she says. When she’s alone, she stuffs her bag filled with her papers and she doesn’t care if they get ruined. She catches the skin between her fingers in the zipper and she curses under her breath, shaking her hand as if that’ll make the pain go away. It doesn’t. She throws her bag over her shoulder and storms out of the room. 

She takes a left turn instead of a right and ends up at David’s door, knocking eagerly. “Presley,” Ilya boasts when he opens the door. “Lovely seeing you here.” 

“Is David home?” She asks, pushing past Ilya and into the room, where David is laying on his bed with his laptop in his lap. “Hey,” she sighs and flops down on his bed next to him. David closes his computer and puts it on his bedside table. He kisses her cheek as a hello. “Why aren’t you with Natalie? Aren’t you going home tomorrow?” Presley asks. 

Ilya sighs as he pulls a suitcase out from under his bed. “I have to pack.” He throws it down on his bed and puts his hands on his hips. “So she exiled me.” 

Presley nods and lays back on David’s stomach. He runs his fingers through the roots of her hair and she closes her eyes, just needing a rest. “Have you packed?” David asked. 

“I have. Have you?” Presley asks. 

“Nope.” 

“I figured.” She sighs and sits up, looking back at the boy that she can’t help but be completely enamored with despite his bad habits. “Let’s pack.”

“Can you help me?” Ilya asks from his bed. Presley shakes her head but doesn’t answer. Instead, she pulls down David’s suitcase from his closet and begins throwing clothes in. 

“Hey, can you at least fold them neatly?” He says from his bed, earning a glare from Presley. 

“Or you could do it?” David holds his hands up in surrender to her and she cleans out his closet while David cleans up garbage throughout his room, starting with all the loose plastic bottles that litter every surface. “You know you should really get a plastic one, it helps the environment.”

“Yeah but they’re not much bigger than these plastic ones, so what’s the point. I’m too lazy to refill them,” David says, tossing his tenth bottle into the trash. 

“You could get a really big one,” Ilya adds. Presley points to him in approval and nods. 

“I don’t want to lug a giant water bottle around with me,” he argues. Presley rolls her eyes and grabs the garbage bag from his hand.

 “This entire thing is filled with plastic. Plastic that will litter the ocean, cover the planet and destroy us all. Do you want that?” She asks, tilting her head to the side. Ilya clears his throat as he tries not to laugh and David gulps hard before he shakes his head. “Great, then stop.” 

When she turns away, both boys laugh under their breath like their mother had just scolded them for something really bad but just as equally funny and even though Presley didn’t acknowledge it, David wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her into his chest. “I’ll get a reusable water bottle,” he whispers in her ear. She knows he won’t. 

She nods her head and he kisses the back of her ear and then the base of her neck softly. The bed from under Ilya squeaks and he claps his hands. “Well folks, I’m going to go see if my lady needs any help.” 

“You do that,” David tells him and nods toward the door. A few moments later, the couple is alone. David cups her cheeks and looks into her eyes and without warning, Presley’s eyes begin to water. “What’s wrong?” 

“I don’t want to go home,” she tells him. He nods and caresses her cheek with his thumb. “Everything is different now. Without Morgan and all I wanted was to get away from that town, I never really thought that I’d have to go back, especially without her.” 

“You can always come with me to Vernon Hills,” he says, half-joking. A small smile forms on her lips and she shakes her head. “Seriously. If the thought of going home is bringing you to tears, come stay with me,” he pleads. 

“I couldn’t leave my mom alone over the holidays.” David kisses her and she gladly accepts it, melting into his warmth. By the time she leaves, his room is spotless and no thanks to David, who sat on his bed nearly the whole time trying to finish up last-minute school work. 

The campus was in chaos. People running all over the place, in and out of buildings with their arms filled with boxes and suitcases. Presley was weaving around other students that weren’t paying attention to their surroundings, either their head completely immersed in a phone conversation or they’re looking down at the ground but whatever their reasoning: Presley is hyper-vigilant and that’s how she notices Morgan heading straight for her. 

She thought she had enough time to dodge her. Cover her face, dip behind a student with a pile of boxes in their arms or turn a sharp corner and wait till she passes but she was wrong and Morgan spots her, stopping right in front of Presley. “Hey, can we talk?” She asks.

Her hair is in messy braids and her mascara is running and it looks like she’s been hard at work packing all day. “Not right now, I haven’t packed yet,” Presley lies, trying to move around her and run but Morgan just side-stepped right in front of her again. “Seriously.”

Morgan doesn’t get that Presley is unamused. Instead, she smiles sadly, pouts her lower lip and says, “You’re going home?” 

“Of course I am.” 

She sighs and nods. Presley wishes more than anything that this conversation would end, Morgan would walk away. Maybe decide that she didn’t want to go home after all and she’d stay on campus because the last thing Presley wanted to do was tell her mom that she and Morgan were no longer friends.“I guess I’ll see you there, then,” Morgan says.

“Unfortunately,” Presley drones and tries to walk off again. This time, she got a few steps before Morgan grabs her wrist. 

“Hey,” she says. “don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like what?” Morgan gives her a look “You just told me that you’d hook up with my boyfriend if we weren’t together and you expect me to be nice to you?” 

“Are you going to see him? Dean?” Morgan asks. The question takes Presley by surprise, though she should have seen it coming. Dean was the elephant in the metaphorical room of home even more so than Morgan was. 

“Probably not.” Presley shifts her weight uncomfortably and Morgan smiles softly. Like maybe they were talking about the weather or last Thanksgiving when Presley’s mom dropped the last roll on the floor and everyone made a mad dash for it. 

“He’s going to want to see you, you know that,” Morgan says. She breaks and lowers her voice. Her eyes narrow and she says, “and I know how you get around him.”

Presley’s eyebrows furrow. “Have you been talking to him?” She snaps. 

“No, I just-” Morgan shakes her head vigorously like she wants to take back everything that she said. She had to have known how Presley would react. That the snap was inevitable when Dean’s name was in the air but Presley can’t let her utter her excuse and she holds up her hand to stop her. 

“Save it.”

Morgan nods and takes a deep breath and the tension sits between them, thickening like quicksand and neither one of them is brave enough to try and wriggle free. “I’m just saying be careful.”

“You should probably be more worried about your dad chastising you when you get home instead of worrying about me.” Morgan’s lips part and Presley turns around, the tips of her hair cutting through the tension and Morgan watches her go and thinks to herself that that is the last conversation that the two of them will ever have. 

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Presley was never a fan of airports, in fact, she tried her best to avoid them at all costs however it wasn't feasible for her to drive from Chicago to her little town in Michigan all on her own especially because she didn’t have a car. So now, she’s getting off the plane and walking down the terminal with shaking hands and uneven breaths. 

They seemed to steady when she sees her mom waiting for her with a cheap sign dangling loosely between her fingers. She’s not paying attention and doesn’t see Presley walking toward her, so the sign isn’t being held upright but Presley can read it says WELCOME HOME PRES! 

As she draws closer, Presley clears her throat and her mom perks up, scrambling with the sign to hold it up. “My baby!” She squeals. She only holds the sign up for a moment before tossing it to the side and engulfing her daughter in a hug. 

Her mother’s smell was a familiar one. One that Presley has grown to miss during her first semester of college and one that as soon as it hits her nose, she seems to relax. 

Her mom sways her back and forth, rubbing her back gently and whispering, “my girl. I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you, too, Mom.” Guilt suddenly hits Presley in the gut. Guilt for her lack of contact with her mom over the last few months. Between school and David, she sometimes forgets to call her mom back and in that moment, she swears to herself that next semester will be different. 

To ease her own guilt, she tells her mom as many details as she cares to spare. Mostly about school and her classes and Natalie and nothing about David and Morgan. 

Her mom listens eagerly like Presley knew that she would and she asks questions like she cares to know the answer to them and Presley answers them to the best of her ability but her mind is slipping from lack of sleep and then her mom pats her thigh and tells her to go to sleep. 

She doesn’t. She rests her eyes the rest of the way home but she’s still just as awake as she had been all day and when they get home, Presley feels relief. 

The house had not changed one bit. Her mom still puts her keys where she always has and the couch that Presley spent all her time still has a massive indentation where her butt belongs. “I cleaned your room for you,” her mom says as she piles Presley’s luggage at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Oh,” Presley says. She left her room a mess the last day home. Clothes that she decided not to bring strewn across the floor. Books that she debated over not back in their home on the shelf and her bed was certainly not made. In the moment, it was a rebellion strike. A take that, Mom kind of thing but now that she’s home, she just feels bad. “Thank you.” 

“Oh, of course.” They stand there together in the foyer awkwardly as Presley takes in the feeling of her old home and her mom takes in the feeling of having Presley back in it. “Did you want some water?” 

“Yeah.” The kitchen was home to most of her mom’s houseplants. All of which have grown taller and fuller since Presley’s been gone. Her favorite bar stool was still there - a silly thing to have a preference for but there was something about the way that cushion felt on her butt. She sits in it. 

“So, how is Morgan doing? Are you two hooting it up in college?” A lame attempt at a joke, sure, but Presley laughs regardless. 

“Um, I think she’s okay,” Presley says. This was the moment she was afraid of the most, she thinks. Telling her mom that her childhood best friend was a backstabbing whore. Which, maybe everyone knew that already. “We’re actually not speaking anymore. We’re not friends.” She spits the words out like they are seawater and they sting her throat. 

Her mom puts the glass of water down on the counter and looked at Presley with furrowed brows. Her confusion was evident and not surprising, but her next statement sure is: “Well, that’s strange because she was just here yesterday. She came by to see how I was doing.” 

“She what?” Presley’s voice cracks. 

“She didn’t mention you two got into a fight.” 

“It wasn’t really a fight she-”

“Are you sure you’re not friends anymore? She was asking about you.” Her mom keeps going like maybe she’ll convince herself that Presley was lying. Like the more she talks, the less Presley will tell her the truth She’s shaking her head like she was hearing jokes and Presley had to raise her voice just to get her to stop. 

“No. We’re not friends. She kissed Da-” Presley stops herself before she says his name. She doesn’t know why but it just didn’t come out. At that moment, his name tasted like poison. “We just grew apart.” She decided on.  

“That’s ridiculous, Pres. Are you sure?” She tilts her head to the side and Presley feels like a child again. A small child that had just come up with the most ridiculous thing to say and now her mom was trying to get her to see the truth. 

“Yes, mom.” Her mom stops and lets out a sigh before running her hands through her hair. She’s dyed it since Presley last saw her. Her gray hairs are no longer showing. 

She waves her hand in the air. “Well, how's your father doing?” Her mom’s tone lightens and she plasters a smile on her face. It looks fake but Presley accepts it and she shrugs. 

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t talked to him much either,” Presley tells her. Saying it aloud and seeing the look on her mother’s face make Presley feel, somehow, significantly worse. 

“You know you can’t just cut everyone out of your life now that you’re in school,” her mother says it like a joke but she’s far from kidding. “You should go see them before you go back to school. You know, I see your step-mother all the time walking past the shop. Her and that cute little baby she’s got.” Her tone is bitter underneath. 

“Not really a baby anymore, is he?” Presley takes a sip of her water and her mom shrugs. “If he wanted to see me,” Presley says, “he could have made more of an effort to stay in my life.”

Her mom considers this and though she knows it to be true, she still shakes her head. “He’s still your dad, Pres. You should try harder with him, maybe that’s what he needs.” 

“You know, Mom, the only reason you defend him even after all this time is that you’re still in love with him. And you hate that he’s with someone else.” Her words cut like knives through the air and her mom scoffs like they didn’t hurt. 

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” she scolds. “Can’t we just have a nice day for once? Huh? You’ve been gone for months for Christ sakes and you come home and already start an argument?” Her mom's cheeks turn red and her knuckles turn white from gripping her glass too tightly.

“Sometimes, your desperation is disgusting.” Alarm bells ring in her head but Presley doesn’t stop. “Either you’re so caught up in the past with Dad that you can’t see he doesn’t care about either of us or the resentment you feel towards me fills this entire house and you think I can’t feel that?” Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. 

Her mom is silent. Her eyes search her daughter's face but she finds nothing but anger and exhaustion and defeat. Pain. Hurt. And it makes her want to cry. “Presley,” she chokes. 

“I’ll be upstairs. In bed.” Presley pushes off the barstool and storms up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She yells down the stairs before she shuts herself in her bedroom, “and don’t bother me!”

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[freaky-fridays]

Waiter Boy - David Dobrik

Summary: (David Dobrik AU) When you and your friends go out for your birthday dinner, you quickly take interest in the cute waiter which might quickly lead to something else.

Request: No request

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: drinking

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!" You best friend, Tony, screamed as she walked through the door of your apartment. You always wondered how she got in to the apartment building, but you never questioned her. You just laughed from your spot on the couch as she looked at you in disgust, "Why aren't you getting ready?" She asked you as if you had committed a criminal offence.

"Getting ready for what? My party doesn't start until 11:00." You told her, showing your confusion while she groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Y/N, I told you we made a reservation at that super fancy restaurant down the street!" You stomped her foot like a child while you made an 'O' shape with your lips, suddenly having that conversation rushing back into your memory.

"Oops." You gave a toothy, innocent grin, hoping it would do some damage control, "Well, now you can help me get ready!" You excitedly told her, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist having control of your makeup and what you wore.

Tony dragged you into the bathroom and sat you on the bathroom counter as she poured all of your make up out, getting an overview look at all of it, "Girl, you're going to get so much birthday sex after I'm done with you." She complimented, starting by putting primer on your face.

"Tony!" You groaned with a laugh.

"What? Don't act like you haven't been thinking about it." She called you out, making you roll your eyes again.

Tony got you all dolled up for your birthday dinner with your friends, and after about a hundred mirror selfies, you were both on your way.

I can't believe they let people with herpes into this place." You teasingly mumbled as you approached the 5 star restaurant, earning an elbow to the rib from Tony.

"It was one cold sore and I told you, it was genetic!" She groaned in frustration while you laughed at her outburst.

You pulled out your professionalism as you entered the restaurant. Tony told the hostess of your reservation and she lead you to the table that had a few of your other friends at it. They all greeted you with hugs and wished you a happy birthday, before you took your seat and starting looking at the menu.

You were so intrigued at the unique dishes on the menu that you didn't even notice the server come up to the table until her started speaking, "How are you ladies doing tonight?" You heard, making you look up to see an incredibly handsome brunette standing over the table. He looked at you at the same time, and you could've sworn he was just as taken back as you were.

The brown eyed boy coughed and tried to cover up his speechlessness as he pulled his notepad out of his pocket, "Can I get you all some drinks to start?"

“We’ll have a bottle of red wine and a round of tequila shots.” Tony told him with a smirk. You couldn’t be bothered to protest as you were still mesmerized by the boy. You looked at his name tag, reading ‘David’ and smiling to yourself.

David looked at you with a shy smile once more, before leaving the table to go get your drinks, “Y/N, I found your birthday sex!” Tony whisper/yelled to you across the table. You gave her an unimpressed look.

“What? The waiter?” You asked her as if she was crazy.

“You two were totally eyeing each other up!” She defended and you scoffed.

“Whatever you say, T.” You told her, looking back down at the menu to try and decide what to order.

“He probably makes good tips at this place. Get it, Y/N.” Your friend, Jen, added, making everyone else laugh.

“You guys make me sick.” You told them with a smile to show that you were kidding. Just as Tony was about to tease you some more, she quickly shut up when she saw David approaching the table with another waiter, both carrying over the drinks Tony ordered.

David had the wine and wine glasses that he set around carefully and the other waiter quickly disappeared after he set the tray of shots down.

“Are you ladies ready to order?” David asked cheerfully, pulling out his notebook. Everyone looked around the table and shrugged, before starting to order, “Okay, it shouldn’t be long. Anything else I can grab you?” He asked while gathering up the menus.

“Do you guys have any birthday specials?” Tony asked, giving you a side smirk while you glared at her.

“We actually give a free brownie dessert!” He answered her enthusiastically.

“That’s great, because it’s her birthday today.” Tony told him, pointing her head in your direction.

“I’ll be sure to tell them, happy birthday by the way.” He winked at you before walking off with the menus.

“Did you guys see that?” Tony asked your other friends and they all quietly cheered, “We have to invite him to your party.” She added, making your eyes go wide.

“What? Tony, are you crazy? I don’t even know him!” You protested and Tony laughed.

“So? Get to know him! He’ll be our waiter for another hour.” She pointed out, but you just rolled your eyes.

Soon enough, your food was being brought over to you by David and you were all gobbling it up. Not many more words were exchanged between you two, but he did look at you and smile every time he returned to the table.

Before you knew it all of your food was gone, including the brownie dessert, and David was heading over to collect everyone’s plates, “Can I get you ladies anything else?” He asked as he looked around the table.

“Uh, I think we’re okay. We have somewhere to go after this.” You responded with a smile and he nodded. You looked at Tony who was looking at you with wide eyes and trying to mouth something to you, but when it was clear you didn’t understand she sighed.

“We’re having a party.” Tony informed David as you looked at her in annoyance.

“Oh, sounds fun! Big birthday bash, huh?” David smiled as he looked at you. You blushed and smiled back.

“You should totally come tonight. Don’t you think Y/N?” Tony asked you and you immediately got flustered.

“Um.. yeah. Yeah, you should.” You bit your lip and nodded nervously. He smiled at you and shrugged.

“Yeah, maybe. I’m not off until 11:30.” He told you and Tony waved her hand to show that was no problem.

“Good thing the party isn’t supposed to start until 11:00 anyways. You won’t be that late.” She explained and he continued smiling. Tony pulled a pen out of her pocket and quickly wrote her address down, which was where the party was, and handed it back to him, “There’s the address.”

“Great. I’ll go grab your bills.” He informed you all before walking away. Your head snapped in Tony’s direction and she let out a loud cackle.

“Tony! What’re you doing?” You whispered a yell to her once again.

“Like I said, I’m getting you some birthday dick!” She spoke as if it was the most obvious and normal thing in the world. You groaned and slapped a hand to your forehead, soon removing it when you saw David returning.

“Here we are.” He handed out all the bills to everyone, but you made a confused face when he didn’t set one on the table.

“I didn’t get mine.” You told him and he looked at you with a grin.

“Birthday girls get their meals on the house.” He winked at you, making you smile and blush profusely. You saw Tony with a small smirk and wanted to flip her off right there.

Once everyone had paid, you all stood up and got ready to leave. But, before doing that you took it upon your own hands to say goodbye to David, “Thanks for the great service, David. I’ll see you at my party later?” You asked and he nodded with the goofy grin you’d been admiring all night.

“I’ll be there. Anything I can get as a last minute birthday gift?” He asked, picking the plates up off of your table.

“No, just yourself.” You told him with a laugh and he jokingly rolled his eyes before waving goodbye to you.

Once you got to Tony’s and got ready for everyone to arrive, she couldn’t help but continue the discussion on David.

“I can’t believe you got your meal paid for by waiter boy.” She spoke up as she hung the last minute decorations on the wall. You gave her a strange look before laughing.

“He didn’t pay for it. It was on the house.” You reminded her, causing her to be the one to now laugh.

“Y/N, the only thing that over priced restaurant offers is that shitty brownie. Waiter boy paid for your food.” She explained, making you rethink everything.

“His name’s David.” You reminded her and she shrugged and gave you a look to show she didn’t care.

A few hours went by and before you knew it Tony’s place was becoming more and more crowded with people. Most you knew, but some were clearly just there because they heard there was a party and they wanted to get drunk.

You rechecked your phone every two minutes until it was finally 11:30, and once it was you just stood by the door and waited for David to walk through.

“You know you look hella desperate, right?” You heard Tony say as she came up beside you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You nonchalantly replied, getting a loud laugh from her.

“Right. So, you’re just casually standing right by the door? Not waiting for anyone? Not even a special waiter?” She taunted while you rolled your eyes and shoved her, “Hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m super proud of you. Get that birthday sex, girlfriend!” She yelled at you as she started to walk away. You just shook your head at her, but your head quickly snapped in the other direction as you heard the door open.

Your hopes were not let down when you looked at the door and saw David there. Seeing him out of his uniform was a bit strange, but he was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt with a black baseball hat on backwards. Other than the fact that he looked like he was going through a dark patch in his life, he looked extremely attractive.

“Hey.” He greeted with a smile when you caught his eye.

“Hi.” You smiled back, “Thanks for coming.”

“Well, it’d be pretty rude of me to say I was going and then not show up. Wouldn’t it?” He joked and you nodded.

“Do you want a drink?” You asked him, gesturing to the table that was close by and covered in different alcohols. David nodded and you lead him over. As he filled up his cup with very little vodka and a lot more juice, you chuckled, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but that’s a total pussy drink.” You laughed and his mouth parted slightly in surprise.

“I’m a lightweight!” He whined, making you laugh more.

You lead David into the living room where there was several different activities going on. There was a beer pong table in the middle that was currently occupied by a few douchebags you went to college with, there were a few girls dancing near the disco ball, and there were several couples all over each other throughout the room.

Just as you and David were about to take a seat, Tony caught your attention, “Y/N! You up for a game of beer pong?” She asked you, tossing the ball your way. You noticed that the boys had just finished their game and the table was now available.

“Sure, if you feel like losing again.” You joked and she flipped you off, “Who’s your teammate?”

“This is Kevin.” She pointed to a guy walking over to her and you assumed it was a random guy she was planning on sleeping with, “What about you? Waiter boy gonna be your partner?” She asked, looking over at David who shrugged.

“I’m down.” He told you. A small smile tried to make its way onto your face, but you fought it and walked over to the table with him.

You told Tony she could take the first shot, which she ended up missing, as did her partner. You went next, getting it in the middle cup.

“Hell yeah, baby!” David yelled as he gave you a high five. He then went to take his shot and also got it in.

“Holy shit!” You cheered, giving David yet another high five.

The game didn’t last long, considering you and David were wiping the floor with Tony and Kevin. When you finally sunk your ball in the last cup, you didn’t hesitate to hug David in excitement. He picked you up off the ground and swung you around.

Once he set you back down, you both took a moment to look at each other and smile, before blushing and averting your gaze to the floor. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before looking back to David and speaking up.

“Can I show you something?” You asked him. He smiled and nodded, while you took his hand in yours and lead him through the party. You took him to the patio door, sliding it open and taking him out to the amazing view Tony had from her apartment that she lucked out on.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out as he looked over the ledge at the view.

“Isn’t it sick?” You asked, leaning on the ledge next to him.

“Yeah. I’d kill to be able to afford a place with a view like this.” He admitted.

“Well, she really lucked out on it.” You explained to him and he nodded.

“Still. I’m working at that restaurant right now to try and save up to get out of here.” He shameless told you, still looking out at the city lights that hardly existed in Vernon Hills.

“What’s wrong with vernon hills?” You asked him with a raised brow. He looked over to you, letting out a loud sigh and shrugging.

“It’s not that anythings wrong with it. It’s just.. I want something more. Something bigger than this place. You know?” He looked into your eyes and you couldn’t help yourself but to admire him for a moment.

“I couldn’t agree more.” You looked at him as if he was the only person who was ever able to put your thoughts into words. You loved Vernon Hills and loved everyone in it, but you always wondered what it’d be like to live somewhere else. However, people didn’t tend to leave your town. So, neither did you.

Just as you were about to say something, a quick breeze went by, making you shiver and realize how cold it was, “Do you wanna head back inside?” You asked and David bit his lip.

“I don’t know, I was enjoying talking to you without the loud soundcloud rappers music in the back.” He admitted, making you laugh.

“Well, we could go up to Tony’s spare bedroom?” You offered and worried for a moment about what that sounded like, “You know, to talk. Not to, like, have sex.” You rambled out, getting a loud laugh from David. You blushed right away and shoved your face in your hands.

“Sure, let’s go up there.” David told you, taking your hands away from your face and licking his lips subtly. You smiled at him before once again taking his hand in yours and leading him upstairs. Although you said to David it wasn’t for sex, that didn’t mean Tony’s words still weren’t creeping in the back of your mind.

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT SATURDAY!

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I can't anymore (David Dobrik)

Summary: Y/N goes to David's place and finds the truth behind his happy face

Warnings: mentions of sex, sad angst

Notes: all right! This is my first david dobrik fanfic and I'm so excited cause I really got inspired by the idea of the fanfic. Please remember that English is not my native language!

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" Wow.. These were some crazy chicks right there." Zane got into the passenger seat and looked at the camera David had set on his dashboard to film any funny things that could happen on the ride.

" I know right?!" you said. You were seating in the back and was leaning against the front seat, in which Zane was seating "They were like soooo crazy! The short one asked me to fuck!" you said and David burst out laughing.

" Wait, she did?" Zane asked in all seriousness and you nodded " Because she asked me too!" you both started laughing.

" You almost had a threesome with Y/N and the short girl." David pin pointed out the obvious part just to make the situation funnier.

" Bitch, the shortie would have been long forgotten if Y/N was actually down to fuck me." Zane laughed and you looked shocked.

" Zane!" you yelled and jokingly slapped his shoulder.

" Y/N I think that was a pretty smooth move, would you give him a hand and help him out?" David looked at you and nudged Zane.

" Yes! Please.. I really could use a hand for a situation right about now" he moaned and winked at the camera.

" Ew, you guys.. Now you just destroyed the whole joke!" you pouted.

" Oh come on.. We only made it funnier, y/n. David has to have at LEAST one dirty jone in his videos." Zane explained and took out his phone to text Carly they where in the car waiting for them.

" No, it was great. I'm keeping it all in" he answered and gave you a grin. You stuck out your tongue and flopped back into the seat. David chuckled "Look. I'm sorry, but I have to. I don't have a lot of footage for tommorow's vlog so I have to use every single clip I can get." he said and went to look at the recorded footage. He had a strange look in his eyes that you couldn't quite catch, but you let it slide.

" Wait.." Zane spoke " No footage? This is the second party we've been on the last 4 days and you recorded all of it! There's no way you can't fill a four twenty-one video with 2 parties."

" I'm not gonna use the first party at all for the vlog." he said, not looking up from the camera.

" Why not?" you asked and leaned closer to him.

" Because nothing interesting happened. Nothing even happened in the car ride. I prefer to make a party montage from today's party and put your clip in, rather than two parties. I don't know, I just feel like it'd be too much." he shrugged not really caring about the question.

' What's gotten into him?' you thought looking at him worryingly trying to place what was happening.

" You sure you have enough stuff to make a video, baby? Because if you don't, I'd love to do stupid stuff for you to film. I'm still drunk! I'm up for anything!" Zane yelled and threw his hands up.

You smiled and shook your head, while David chuckled " No, Zane. You've had a bit too many injuries. I don't want you to get hurt again." David answered him and put the camera back in its place. You forgot what you were thinking and just stared at him. It's so nice to see him everyday being a little bit more mature than he was yesterday. You loved that about him. Well, not loved.. Just liked that about him.

" Ugh.. You're no fun" Zane crossed his arms and David laughed. Just then the doors to the cat opened and Carly, Dom, Heath, Mariah and a sweaty Jason got in.

" All right! Start the car!" Jason yelled, clearly because he couldn't hear even himself due to the loud music at the party. You all laughed at his behavior and David stared driving.

~~~~~

Right now it was only you and David in the car. He had dropped everyone else to their houses since it was already 2:00 am and he needed his space to edit the vlog. He was right around the corner for your house when the engine started doing some sounds.

" Uh oh.." you said and sit up since you were laying down on the back seat.

" That's not good.." David whispered and kept driving just to see if the car could keep going. He was able to pull up close at your driveway, but then it just ended. David let a frustrated sigh out and lightly hit his head in the steering wheel.

" What the heck? Is it not charged?" you asked and got out.

" No! It's full! There must be a problem with the engine itself. God! I'm never gonna upload on time now!" he sighed and followed you outside the car. He was pacing back and forth trying to figure out what to do.

" No, you will. I'm gonna get you home." you simply said and went to open your door to get your car keys.

" But-" you interrupted.

" I'm not drunk, David. So don't worry. I'm gonna get you to your house in ten minutes, you're gonna make the video, upload it on time and have a good 10 hour sleep." you said with a smile and grabbed your keys.

" To accomplish a 10 hour sleep, I'd have to be sleeping till 6 in the afternoon." he corrected your thought of process and got into the car.

" Whatever it takes for you to relax, David. You've been so stressed lately. Take things slow for a change." you said and gave him a small smile. He returned the gesture with a smile that did not reach his eyes. You sighed quietly and started heading to his house.

After some minutes you stopped in front of his place "Aaaand.. I got you here in 8 minutes. Ohh, we are ahead of planning!" you said with a chuckle, trying to cheer him up.

He laughed and opened the passenger door " Sure we are. Thank you, y/n. I was really starting to freak out." he got out and bend down to look at you trough the window.

" Just remember what I said. Take things slow, Dave. We can't have anything happen to you OK?" you told him.

" Yeah, I know.. Thanks again. Have a good night!" he responded and waved at you. You waved back and drove back.

As you stopped at the red light you yawned and your eyes fell on something on the passenger's seat. David's camera!

" Oh fuck. I've got to go back and return it to him or he'll go insane." you said under your breath and just made a quick, kind of illegal, turn to go back as soon as possible. The good thing is that you were the only car at this hour so no one cursed you for what you just did.

You closed the door and and walked down the path for David's house. You knocked, but after a minute no one came. Natalie was out of town and David would probably be taking a bath due to the fact that the party was stinking of weed. So you decided to just go inside, leave the camera on the patio and leave, but when you went inside you could hear heavy breathing and loud footsteps making their way everywhere around the house.

" David? Is that you?" you asked turning your head and looking through the hallway that made the way for his room.

He came rushing into the living room, none of you bothering to turn on the lights. "Y/N? Wha-what are you doing here?" he said in a trembling voice and you could clearly see from the moon light the drops of sweat that were on his forehead.

" I came to give you your camera. You forgot it in my car." you said and showed the camera on your left hand.

" Oh God.." he said and put his hands on his knees taking deep breaths " I thought I lost it somewhere and I freaked out. Thank you"

" No problem" you replied and handed him the camera. He grabbed it but never took it from your hand. He just stared at it like it was the most dreadful thing he had seen.

" David, what are yo-" you started saying buy his whisper stopped you.

" I don't want it." he said but didn't change position.

" What? What do you mean?" you asked taking the camera back and putting it on the small table beside you. " Of course you want it. You want to edit the video."

" I don't.. I can't. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to.." he said and that's when you saw David, the most adorable and happiest person you had even met, break down in front of you. You were shocked and for a second did not know what to do.

' How can I help him? What is happening? How long has he been feeling like that? Why didn't I notice sooner?!' all those thoughts were running inside your head, but you quickly shook them away and put your arms around his shoulders.

" David.. What is going on?" you whispered in his ear.

He sniffed " I just.. I can't deal with this burden, with the expectations everyone has from me. I keep thinking that I- I'm letting everyone down. I always f-feel exhausted and tired and I'm just done! I can't have this pressure on me anymore.. I just can't.. I'm sorry.. " he answered while crying on your shoulder. By now both your knees had given up and you were sitting down.

" No! No, don't you dare apologize.. I should apologize for not noticing sooner.. It's ok to feel that way, Dave." you put both your hands on his face looking at him in his eyes. His eyes that by now were red and puffy from the crying " Everyone is allowed to feel done with work for a while and that is always a signal that you should stop for a while. Take a break. "

" But the fans-" David protested

" Forget about the fans." you told him and he looked shocked " Just... Just focus on your health right now, please.. If you keep overworking yourself something more worse than that could happen.. So please, for me.. Please take a break. The fans would understand." you finished and pulled the hair that were covering his beautiful face out of the way.

" Ok.. I will." he replied softly and hugged you again " Thank you, Y/N."

" Always, David.." you ran circles in his back to soothe him " Always."

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looking at her : d.d

as soon as the perfume ad was released, you couldn’t be happier for your boyfriend. but when everyone started to ship him and charlotte together, you couldn’t help but feel insecure about your secret relationship. (1.3k)

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Like everyone, you couldn’t wait for the Perfume line to launch. It was something David had been working on for the best part of eighteen months and it was so close to being released. You had seen it from a mere concept to trying out different scents to advertising and marketing the perfumes.

After all this hard work and determination from your boyfriend, today was the day.

As the advert dropped and the promotional videos were uploaded on social media, you like the rest of the squad shared their support. Yet, you could only share your support as David’s friend, since the news of you dating had not yet been broken to the public.

It was a decision you both made when your relationship became more serious. Everyone already knew you as part of the squad, as one of David’s close friends. Why ruin their perception of what you have when you could enjoy the private moments, knowing they’d be private.

Yet, as you were sitting in your own bedroom, scrolling through Twitter more and more tweets mentioning David filled your timeline. You anticipated seeing David mentioned more, the squad being tagged in an attempt for David to see messages of support and excitement- but what you didn’t expect was to see fan edits of David and Charlotte.

Your eyes glanced over various edits from the advert, clips playing in a montage of the pair as a happy couple, young and in love. If you were an outsider, you’d understand why it’s believable and clearly, fans adore the concept of them being a couple.

‘omg charlotte and david?! power couple’ ‘do you see the way he looks at her???’ ‘she likes him it’s so obvious’ ‘damn, i thought david was single but this says otherwise, huh’

Covering your eyes, you groan quietly to yourself as your phone begins to ring beside you.

“Hey,” You answer, trying to force back any self-doubt as laughter echoes in the background.

“Hey! Well, what’d you think?” David asks, full of excitement as always whilst you curl into yourself, nodding along.

“It was amazing,” You tell him, knowing it’s true. “you and Charlotte did a great job.” A light laugh leaves your lips involuntarily, and David pauses on the other end of the line.

“Is everything okay?” His voice softens as you hear a door close behind him.

“Me? I’m fine.” You lie, but today isn’t the day to focus on your own insecurities, it’s David’s day to celebrate.  “You delivering the PR packages today?” You quickly swerve the topic elsewhere, and it seems to work just fine.

“Yeah, Natalie’s packing up the car now so we’ll be coming to yours later.” David explains as you nod to yourself. “I erm, I better go.” He adds quietly, not quite ready to drop your early remark about the advert. “I love you.”

Taking a steady breath away from your phone, you force yourself to remain composed as you smile to yourself. “I love you too, have fun.” With that, you hang up the phone and bury your face back into your pillow, screaming into it as the sound remains muffled.

*

“Okay, next one up.” David rubs his hands together as he grabs the PR package with your name on it.

Natalie glances over as she pulls up outside of your house, watching as David focuses on your name. “Everything okay with you two?” Natalie speaks up, forcing David from his trance as he hesitantly nods. “Okay, what happened?” She asks, turning the engine off as she gives him her full attention.

David shrugs. “I’m not sure, we were fine yesterday but something happened today and she seemed kinda off.” David rubs his face, having been thinking about you for hours as he delivered various packages to his friends.

“I’m not going to say I know what it is, but I’ve got an idea.” Natalie suggests, and David raises a brow. “Well, a lot of people online think you and Charlotte are dating.” Natalie explains, and David laughs bluntly.

“Wait, seriously?” He pauses, and Natalie nods. “Oh, fuck.” David groans, burying his head in his hands. “Don’t they know we were acting?”

“I’m not a teenager, David. Fans see what they wanna see and to them, you’re a single guy.” Natalie comments. “Can see where they’re coming from.”

“Fuck.” David exhales. “Makes sense now,” He mutters to himself as he looks out from the car window to your front door. “I gotta talk to her for a bit. You wanna do the next drop?”

Natalie nods. “I’ll be back soon.” She salutes David as he climbs out of the car, closing the door behind him as he walks up to your driveway, his palms clamming up.

Wiping his hands across his jeans, David reaches up for your doorbell, listening to the light-hearted chime and the faint sound of you rushing to your front door.

As you open it, your smile remains bright. “Wait, where’s the PR?” You chuckle, noting David’s empty hands and the lack of Natalie behind him.

“I sent Nat to Stassi’s place first, wanted to have a chat with you.” David explains, watching as your smile falters. “It’s not a bad thing! Sorry, I erm, I just wanted to talk.” David quickly adds as you remain quiet, moving aside as he steps into your house, tension hanging thick in the air.

“So,” You speak up as you close your front door, feeling your heart lodging in your throat. “what’s up?”

Keeping distance between you both, David sighs quietly. “I love you, Y/n.” He starts, taking you by surprise as you cross your arms over your chest. “And I only have my eyes on you, no one else- including Charlotte.” David states, watching as your hands drop to your sides.

“I know that,” You start. “but, just seeing you in the advert and the promotional photos you just,” A long sigh escapes your lips. “I don’t know if you’ve ever looked at me like that before.” The quiet confession hangs between you both as David processes what you’ve admitted, his heart begins to ache.

“Baby,” David coos as he steps forward. “it isn’t about the way I look at you that means I am in love with you. It’s the way I hold you close in my sleep or the fact you give me your leftovers or the inside jokes we have. The fact you make me laugh like no one else or make me smile when I’m struggling.” David knows the list is almost indefinite. “And those are to name a few.” He chuckles, reaching out for your hand.

Squeezing his hand lightly, you lower your head. “I just, I don’t know.” You mutter. “You looked so happy with her.” You comment, but David pulls on your hand, bringing you closer to him as he rests his other hand on your lower back.

“No one makes me as happy as you do, Y/n.” David mutters into your lips. “Never forget that, okay?” He whispers, closing the gap between you both.

“Hey, guys!” Cutting you off before you could kiss him, you whip your head around to see Natalie looking through the front window. “We got a schedule to keep to, glad you made up, but there are another thirty houses to visit.” Natalie calls out, pointing to her watch as David groans into your neck.

“Go on, Dave.” You giggle as he kisses your neck gently. “I’ll still be here later.”

Pulling away from your embrace, David walks towards your front door. “You promise?” He asks, letting his hand slip out of yours.

“I promise.” You smile to him as he opens the front door, slipping out as he and Natalie rush back to the car, carrying on with their PR trip.

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bad influence dave part 5 (d.d)

A/N: I KNOW 3.8K ISN’T SHORT BUT I FEEL LIKE I’VE CONDITIONED MYSELF TO THINK IT IS. ANYWAY. ENJOY. LMK WHAT YOU THINK. TALK TO ME WHILE YOU READ. I LOVE YOU. LET’S CHAT. -HAILEY

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“David,” you whine his name, bucking up into his touch and grabbing at his hair, “We have thirty minutes before we have to go.” 

 “Hush,” he says gruffly, fingers twisting inside of you and grunting slightly, “You’re going to cum before we leave this house.” 

 Neither of you are even dressed, still in pajamas, and yet: you woke up late, kissed each other good morning, and you barely had a second to think before he was sliding his hand down the front of your sweatpants. 

 This behavior of his seems to be routine on weekends, now. You stay over at his place Friday to Sunday; every Sunday, he attempts to make you cum before having to leave for church. It’s an increasingly frustrating task for him — he knows he can, and he knows he knows how to do so, but you’re not complying with him. It’s not your fault, either:

 Sexual repression is fucking difficult to fix, apparently, and David wants to kill himself. He cannot count on both of his hands the amount of times he’s been between your legs and had to tell you, “Stop putting pressure on yourself to be able to cum. You do that, and you’ll never cum. Knock it off and let me do this. I know how to. Shut up.” It seems as though his words are finally beginning to click this time, and he can tell by the way you’re tugging so tightly at the roots of his hair as he works his mouth and fingers against you. 

 After pushing his sexual ego to the side, David got the balls to buy you a bullet vibrator – an amazing decision he couldn't regret even if he wanted to. Now, he pulls away from you before you whine again, tugging him closer.

 He continues to pull away, harshly pushing your hands off, “Stop it. Let me do this.” 

 David grabs the vibrator and flips it on, settling back between your legs and starting his work again: vibe on your clit, fingers inside, and mouth on you. As far as he’s concerned, for any other woman, this is the Holy Trinity of what it takes to orgasm, and he feels you getting so close beneath him that his heart begins racing in excitement. He watches your face twist up and you pull tighter at his hair, bucking up against him.

 This is the closest he’s gotten to making you cum so far, and he wishes he was surprised when you exhale deeply and groan, gently pushing his touches away. He knew it was too good to be true. 

 You cover your face with your hands, wanting to cry of frustration and embarrassment as David switches off the vibe. He haphazardly (and grossly) wipes his fingers on his t-shirt, wiping at his mouth before lying back down next to you. He sighs, too, pulling you into his arms and moving to grab your chin, “Look at me, babygirl.” 

 “It’s okay,” David promises and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, even though he’s just as frustrated as you are, “That was the closest we’ve been. Progress, honey. Baby steps.” 

 “I’m so mad at myself,” you say dejectedly, rolling over to get out of bed and begin getting ready, “I feel fucking broken.” 

 “Noooo,” he drags out, shaking his head and tugging off his t-shirt, “Don't feel that way, my love. Patience. It’ll come! I promise. We can always try again later.” 

 David’s been trying so hard to remain optimistic, and he still is, but it's mentally draining, and he's spreading himself thin.  He gets out of bed and lazily pulls out his Sunday best clothes: wife beater, t-shirt, dress shirt, slacks, dress shoes. At first, he had hated wearing church clothes again – as the weeks pass, though, and however unfaithful he remains, it’s his routine now. 

 He’s moving more drugs than he ever has now that he has the guise of salvation; so, to him, two hours every Sunday morning and Wednesday night in stuffy clothes is worth the extra ten grand a week. David’s already made fifty racks since being with you – a little over a month – and he has more money than he even knows what to do with. He never thought the Catholic church was his answer to being able to deal more.

 “Babygirl, have you seen my raz – Nevermind,” David has exactly ten minutes to shave his face and pull his clothes on; he’s stood in front of his mirror in his tank top, crowded next to you as you both attempt to hurriedly get ready at the same time. From his cheeks down, he’s covered in shaving cream, quickly running the blades across his skin. He leaves the faucet on as you lean over the counter next to him, in your bra and underwear, attempting to do your makeup as quickly as you can. 

 “What time is it, honey?” 

 “Seven-oh-five,” you reply, checking your phone in the middle of your mascara, “Ten minutes.” 

 It’s a forty-five-minute trip into the city, and David hates waking up so early on one of his two days off – but God, is the money worth it. Church is practically a job he gets paid two and a half G’s per hour for. Call him a priest.

 You brush your teeth simultaneously, his arm draped around your waist as you rest your head against his shoulder. You spit, rinse, and spit again at the same time before you’re both racing to tug on your clothes; David tucks his dress shirt into his slacks and slips his belt through the loops, quickly buckling it and flipping his collar up, reaching for his tie. He wraps it around his neck, not bothering tying it yet as you ask him to zip up the back of your dress. 

 He does, slipping his shoes on and tying them as you gather your belongings. God, he hates church. 

 David stashes the vibrator in his pocket when you’re not looking, grouping it in with his wallet, keys, lighter, and cigarettes. Somehow, you manage to make it out of the house and into his car on time – and you’re both exhausted. 

 He makes a mental note to himself to never do an eight ball of cocaine by himself the night before church again – his throat’s raw, and every time he speaks, it feels like he’s getting facefucked by a hundred and eighty grit sandpaper. 

 You did not participate in his festivities, but you had been all over him, drunk, in the bathroom of his friend's house as he cut himself a few lines on the granite countertops with his debit card. You watched him as he pulled out his wallet for the second time, precisely rolling up a hundred-dollar bill and bending over the counter, shamelessly snorting a line at a time. Half-way through, he stopped, tipping his head back and rubbing at his nose, sniffling and groaning quietly.

 Someone had attempted to come through the door without knocking, and David quickly shut it on them, locking the door, “Go the fuck awaaaay, dude.” 

 Handle of his pistol peeking out of the back of his shorts, he bent over again, finishing the rest of his lines and running his fingers through the numbies. David rubbed the excess dust into his gums, wiping the dampness on his fingertips on his shirt aimlessly.

 You drunkenly hung off of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and kissing at his neck as he tipped his head backwards again, sniffling and wiping at his nose. His fingers reached for the baggy, hundred-dollar bill, and his debit card, slipping the items back into his wallet before tugging you closer and kissing you sloppily. 

 Of course, David doesn’t regret it – he regrets very little, after all – but he does feel like a hot, steaming pile of garbage, and he knows you must be hungover. He wants nothing more than a cigarette and a blunt, but God forbid-

 “Hey, are we dealing today?” You snap him out of his own head as he drives, sunglasses over his too-sensitive eyes – a result of the liquor he also put in his body the night before. 

 “Um, yeah,” he nods, one hand on the wheel at six o’clock and the other laced with yours. “I’m moving two ounces of coke upstate today. You’re just tagging along. Fuck, everything in my body hurts. I need coffee or something. Do we have time?” 

 “I think so?” you reply, digging through his center console for an aspirin, a Tylenol, a Motrin, anything to ease the headache that the sunlight’s presence is making a million times worse. “The traffic is worse than usual, so maybe we shouldn't.”

 David’s mouth and fingers are itching for a cigarette, but he knows the stench is immediately recognizable – he untangles your fingers as he gets stopped at a light, leaning over you into the passenger side and opening his dash. He rifles through it quickly, placing the spare Glock in your lap as he feels you rub at his back affectionately. He finds a pack of mint toothpicks – he knew he had some somewhere – an aged relic of when he attempted to quit smoking two years prior, opens the package, and places one in his mouth. 

 David's oral fixation momentarily relieved, he hits the gas and tells you to put the gun back. He's yet to give you a full tutorial, supplying you with sporadic explanations here and there; but you do, very carefully and very slowly, before he interrupts you.

 “Jesus, baby, it's not a bomb. You know the safety is on,” he takes it from your hands, tossing it into the dash and telling you to shut it. 

 David chews on the toothpick until the flavor is gone, rolling it between his lips as he drives, fingers laced with yours again. You speak, entirely too hungover to be going anywhere, but wanting to appreciate him, “Thanks for never judging me with the whole orgasm thing, babe. You’re too patient.”

 He tuts, squeezing your hand and hoarsely replying, “A judgmental man is a weak man, sweetheart. Gotta do what you gotta do. I’ve got you, regardless.” 

 You don't know what to say to that, going silent at his words and leaning over to put your head in his bicep, shutting your eyes. “Ugh, God. Can we call in sick?” 

 “Oh my God, can we?” he replies, mentally crossing his fingers, “Please say yes. I didn't know we could do that.” 

 “Oh, fuck it,” you move from his arm and reach for your phone, quickly texting your family and fibbing you and David don’t feel too good. It’s not a complete lie. 

 David quickly tosses out the toothpick and reaches for his cigarettes, lighting one and rolling his window down. He gets stopped at a light again after making a U-turn, subsequently rolling his sleeves up, loosening his Windsor knot, and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, cigarette loosely between his lips. 

 He looks so hot, and you tell him so. He scoffs and doesn't acknowledge your compliment, smile playing at his lips as he takes a drag and untangles your fingers, free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh.

 “We need to talk, sweet girl,” David says vaguely, side of his knuckles rubbing gently against your underwear, “Don’t be a stupid whore and make yourself a target later today. Do as I say and nothing else. I’ll leave it at that.” 

 “I always do as you say,” you reply, spreading your legs slightly, “Why wouldn't I?”

 “Because,” he shrugs, index finger hooking at the hem of your underwear and tugging, “Some part of you has a death wish, babygirl. You don’t like to listen to me. Get these off.” 

 He tosses his cig out of the window and pulls the vibrator out of his pocket, rolling the window up and spreading your legs further apart as he continues driving. David ignores you when you ask the reasoning behind him bringing the vibe as you push the clothing down your legs, flipping the switch and placing it on you.

 “David!” you exclaim, going red in the cheeks, “We’re still in public!” 

 “My windows are tinted,” he replies coolly, throat still scratchy, “Just let me.” 

 He presses it harder against your clit, before ordering you, “Hold it there for me, sweetheart.” 

 You listen to him and do as he says, as he previously requested, just to slip his middle finger and ring finger inside of you. There's only so much he can do as he drives; his limited mobility is a struggle, but he glances between the road and between your legs as he moves his fingers with a certain finesse you can't quite do by yourself. 

 “Come on, sugar,” David presses, feeling the way your fingernails are sharply digging into his biceps as you get closer, “You can do it. Do it for Daddy, baby.” 

 He tries his hardest for a few minutes before you make a louder noise, crying out and finally releasing, and he can't believe it – he didn't think it would actually work. He always waits until you give up on yourself, sighing heavily and nearly crying of frustration.

 You push his hands away as you catch your breath, eyes looking up at the ceiling of his car as he chuckles slightly, both hands on the wheel and another toothpick between his lips, wagging slightly as he speaks, “How was that, honey?” 

 “Jesus fucking Christ,” you curse, groaning quietly, “They’re all like that?” 

 “Pretty much,” he shrugs, rolling the stick between his lips, “Proud of you. Good job, babygirl.” 

 ++ 

 David has a genuine look of indifference on his face as he gets a gun pulled on him after asking for a higher sale price of the two ounces coke, cigarette between his lips. His eyes roll as he exhales the smoke carelessly down the barrel of the gun, speaking, “I carry. My girl carries. Don’t try it. You’re outnumbered. You’re not a big boy yet, man. It’s okay. Just give me the extra cash.” 

 “I won't shoot you if you don’t give me a reason to,” he promises, taking a drag as he pulls out his Glock, “Point that at her, though, and I will. Give it.” 

 “Fuck,” the man curses – David’s nonchalance is one of his best attributes – eyes rolling and taking the gun off of him, “Fine. I hate you. You’re a little shit.”

 David gets in the car with five grand more than he thought he would come back with, casually sucking his teeth and tossing the gun in the backseat. He places a toothpick between his lips, tutting, “That guy’s an asshole. Fifteen bands, though. You want something nice?”

 “Don't spend your money on me,” you say, “Not worth it.”

 “Liar,” he chuckles, beginning to drive, “Sweetheart, I’ve made seventy-five thousand dollars in the past month and a half. I have almost four hundred thousand dollars to my name in cash. I have more money than I know what to do with. Let me buy you shit.”

 “I’m not going to ask you for anything,” you promise, “Not with you for the money. I don't give a shit. I like when you're successful.”

 “Riiiiiight,” he says doubtfully, “Okay, so when you come home to expensive packages you 'didn't want,’” he air-quotes mockingly, laughing slightly, “I want a picture of you and whatever I buy you and you saying, ‘No, thank you, Daddy. I don't want this Versace dress, I promise.’” 

 “I hate you so much,” you shove playfully, “Of course I’ll accept...but is that shit worth getting a gun pulled on for?”

 “Ha,” David actually says, glancing between you and the road, “Anything for my girl.”

 ++ 

 “God, baby. What are you doing?” David gripes in a whisper, eyeing the bong in your hands, “Putting that shit through college? Light the bowl and get on with it.” 

 You’ve had David in your life for three months now, dating him for one, and somehow, there are still things you haven't been taught how to do. Unfortunately, this includes how to use a bong, and now you’re under pressure, sitting in his lap. You’re both squoze in a shitty plastic chair, everyone arranged in a circle in one of David’s jerkoff friend’s backyards. 

 David is the only man in his friend group who has a girl.

 David wipes at the corner of his mouth quickly before his hands are on your waist, mouth by your ear, “I’m telling you how to do this once, and only once.” 

 “Thumb over the carb. The back hole, baby,” he clarifies, “Mouth in the top hole. Seal. Light. Now, pull.”

 You do as he says, his voice quiet as his friends make small talk with each other, eyeing the way he aids you, “Pullpullpullpull. Take off your thumb. Inhale all of it.” 

 You do, inhaling as much as you can, cough-free, quickly exhaling before he’s clearing the chamber for you, wiping the mouthpiece with the sleeve of his t-shirt before passing the glass to his buddy next to him. No one is saying it, but all they can think of when they watch you two is a charity case. They would never dare speak it – David would probably kill them – but he was never the type for good girls.

 He’s sweet, for the most part, sure – but he’s also fucked every other girl sitting in that entire circle and none of them come close to being the same species as you. David’s wearing his cross again, something he stopped doing years ago, and you’re wearing one too. They also know he’s moving more coke and MDMA than he has in his entire life – it’s no coincidence.

 He’s not manipulative, never has been, so it’s not that. He’s truly interested, and they can’t figure it out; you’re an odd match for him, and David seems especially enamored as you light his cigarette for him, eyes on his. He exhales the first drag quickly before kissing you, wholly on display for everyone who cares to see as he shamelessly tugs you closer after taking another drag. He shotguns the cigarette smoke with you, and judging by the way you’ve got your arms wrapped around his neck and the hickeys on his skin are peeking out from under his wife beater tank top – you’re enamored with him as much as he is with you.

 They’ve all seen this man rail lines of ketamine and cocaine right after one another off of a random broad’s ass and continue his night doing shots, girls at his fingertips wherever he went; so, to see him so voluntarily committed to one woman – a woman who’s good for him and a woman who’s not like him at all – is staggering. They understand David well enough to know he doesn't force himself into anything; if he’s in a situation, it’s because he puts himself there, and if he wanted out, he would leave.

 The most substantial evidence of this thought process of his is every girl’s experience with him in the bedroom behind closed doors. Not bad, performance wise, of course – but he’s selfish. One particular anecdote cites him pulling out, tearing off the condom, getting dressed, and asking said girl to leave. ‘Fuck, this sucks. You can go home now, sugar. Thanks, anyway, though,’ he had supposedly said, bathroom door shutting and shower turning on before she was even able to get her bra back on. He ended up cumming down his shower drain to the thought of Blake Lively’s tits, free hand holding himself up against the wall of white porcelain tiles as his free palm and fingers worked over himself, not feeling one inkling of guilt for that poor girl – who’s now bitterly sitting across from you and David in the circle, watching you cluelessly kiss the taste of Coors Light off of his lips.

 You and David are hardly paying attention to anything besides each other, and it’s been this way every time he's visited, and you’ve tagged along. Cigarette between his fingers, he whispers comments to you to make you giggle, resembling rebellious teenagers at a shitty house party as the fingers of his spare hand creep up the hem of your (David’s) t-shirt. 

 It comes as a shock for everyone, including you, when David pushes your hair out of your face and murmurs a quiet admission without thinking twice about the meaning of it, “I love you, my sweet girl.” 

 Even while stoned, you feel yourself go breathless in his hold as he continues to nonchalantly play with the ends of your hair and kisses your forehead, ensuring, “Say it back whenever you want to. No pressure, babygirl. I’m just saying.” 

 A quiet but not unnoticed interaction, it’s painfully obvious to everyone how beguiled he is with you – a scarce but not entirely unfamiliar feeling for him to experience. He’s a grown man; he’s been in love before. David’s best quality is his self-awareness; he knows it’s too early, and he knows himself well enough to understand that he will be wholeheartedly, emotionally fucked if something, however much unanticipated, goes wrong with your relationship.

 It’s a chance he’s willing to take, and he’s not ashamed of it – he’s too comfortable with himself to be ashamed of any of his desires. That being said, it doesn't take the surprise out of him when you reciprocate his words following a moment of silence, leaning in to kiss him.

 David’s previous projects look on amid their conversations, covetous eyes rolling while he smiles into your kisses and lets you affectionately run your fingers through his scruff. Adorning one of his t-shirts, his signature scent of weed and sweet cigarettes is slowly becoming engraved into your skin and your hair, scarlet and plum hickeys almost always smattered against your collarbone and shoulders as evidence of his residency in your personal life. 

 At the recognition and confirmation of your mutual attraction, David’s ready to go home, heart eyes taking over his desire for social company as he flicks his cigarette and stands with you, murmuring a quiet, “You wanna get the fuck outta here?” into your ear.

 You nod, and David quickly bids everyone goodnight, leading you by the small of your back to the car, sighing, “Fuck, I’m glad to be outta there. They were on some other shit tonight.” 

 “They seemed pissed at you,” you comment as he turns the key in the ignition, lacing your fingers together and resting your head on his shoulder, breathing him in, “Why?”

 “I don't give a shit,” he shrugs, absentmindedly driving, “I don't think about them at all anymore.” 

 “I love you,” you say randomly a few minutes later, squeezing his hand, “For real. I’m so grateful for you.” 

 “I love you, too, my sweet girl,” David promises, eyes switching between you and the road, “You make me so much nicer.”

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March to August (dd)

A/N: She fell in love with him in March, but they fell out of love by August (also I write a lot of sad stuff oops!! Happy stuff coming soon!)

Word Count: 1,596

The two of them were peas in a pod. Freshly friends starting in March. She'd go to his house, and they'd pop open a bottle of cold champagne, a little something to take the edge away. Her hair fell at her shoulders, pulling down her scrunchie. "How was your day, Dave?" She smiled at him. Every time she did, his heart would skip beats. Beats like it was in 4/4, continuous, almost ready to explode and shower her with this love. "Same old same old, the vlog is really messing with me. I-I need something new! Something I could really break into," He smiled at her. His teeth so white, making her head spin in circles. She didn't wanna like him. God knows he was the last thing she needed. Her type was, well- him! The unkempt brown hair, the spiritual eyes, the veins on his forearms and the rings on his hands. It all made her melt like she was putty in his fingers. "Well, have you thought about more direction? In the vlogs?" She asked him, sipping from her glass. The bubbles traveled down her throat, feeling cool and rushed. It was a chilly night, sitting on the expensive carpet, she felt a sense of class. "You know it is funny you say that! I was thinking of maybe a short film," He laughed, he got up putting down his phone. "Come with me, I wanna show you something!" He said, grabbing her hand. She walked with him, more like dragged. He led her to his room and pulled out a tiny camera from his desk drawer. "Um, what is it?" She asked him. She laughed lightly, not sure what a small camera like that could do. "Matt gave it to me! It's a disposable camera! Pretty cool, right?" He said, picking up the camera and examining it. It had a 2002 look but was smaller. He loved the aesthetic of these things, something she enjoyed as well. It had a sort of hipster filmmaker aspect he liked, she just liked the pictures it took. "That's sick!" She laughed, looking at the camera. She took her left hand and rubbed the side of the camera like it was a genie bottle. As if it could take away any sort of problems she had. It seemed as she was making a wish, maybe she was wishing for peace or for time or for David himself. "Woah!" She looked up through his window curtains. "What?" He asked following her over to the window. "Look at that sky! Ugh, doesn't that just make you so happy!" She said, her eyes gazing through the thin white curtain blocking her from the glass. "Hey! Lets' test out the camera, we can sit up on the roof!" He said. "Yeah!" She laughed. He grabbed the camera, she grabbed her cigarettes. She didn't smoke often, only when she was nervous and for some reason she was nervous. They both scaled the house until she was sitting in front of him, pulling out the little white stick. "Want one?" She asked. "Nah, you know I don't," He said, turning on the camera. The purple haze behind her mixed with her hair color, fitting like a sock inside a shoe. "Ooh! Right there, let me take the shot!" He told her, picking the camera up and putting it up to his eye. She giggled, a genuine giggle mixed with a real smile, something only he could get out of her. That was there first real night together, both sitting on the roof, talking about the things that bugged them. Talking until the sunrise, until she fell in his arms and they slept on the roof. The next month was a whirlwind of feelings, the two were never apart. David needed to run to the grove to get a prop for the next bit, "Shit! I forgot the apples!" He was visibly getting upset trying to film the bit. Jason looked over at her, knowing she was the only one who could bring him out of this. "Here, let's go get them," She said, standing up and grabbing her keys. David grabbed his keys and off the pair went. They were singing in the car, along with some song on the radio. A Selena song, her favorite artist. The way she sang made David feel some sort of way. "You know, people say Paris is the city of love, but I believe Spanish is the language of the lovers," She laughed as he parked the car. "You know, I only know Hungarian and Slovak," He said. "I'd love to learn Spanish though," He laughed. They both walked into Ralphs. "I'd love to learn either Hungarian or Slovak, they sound like cool languages," She said, walking over to the apples. David got the materials he needed, as they walked out of the building, the sky opened up and rain poured out of the dark clouds. Both ran to the car, screaming and laughing, feeling like the 22-year-olds they were supposed to be. They got into the car, drenched. "Wow!" David said, putting the apples in the back. "Jesus! I didn't think it could rain like that!" "Hah," She got quiet. David and her sat in the seats, inches away from each other. "I can't drive in this wea-" "I wasn't expecting you to Dave, let's just take a second," She said, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning towards him. "Teach me, Slovak!" She laughed. "Then you have to teach me Spanish!" He grinned. "I only know a bit!" She said. "That's okay!" "Okay, how do you say hello?" She asked, looking into the back seat. "dobrý deň, how do you say it in Spanish?" He said. His accent was thick and beautiful. "Hola! You should know that!" She said, hitting his forearm lightly. "Prepáč, better known as sorry!" He said. "Lo Siento, it also means sorry," She smiled a flirty little smile. "How do you say I love you in Spanish?" He asked, looking down at her hands. "Te Quiero," She smiled. "lúbim ťa," He smiled. He grabbed her hand. "How do you say kiss me?" She asked him, leaning in closer. "Bozkaj ma," He said, giggling. "Bésame," She said, tilting her head as they kissed in his car. Speaking two different languages that had nothing to do with each other, except that it showed the love they had. May and June passed on with flirty confrontations, soft smiles, and hand holding. But never the question, always the "I love yous". She didn't know where they stood and at first, it didn't bother her, but slowly it did. He didn't wanna put a label on it, he didn't see the need for one. He just wanted to love her. July moved in and so did David's birthday. The gang went to Vegas to celebrate, getting a sick hotel. They had a "rooftop" room. This meant the roof was a pool, something that was open to guests until dusk. Nothing stops David and at 1 am, he pulled her right up to the roof to talk. "Can you believe your 23?!" She said. "No, not at all," He said. "I still feel like I'm 17," He chuckled. Maybe that's why you treat me like I'm 14, that's what she thought. "Yeah, but you're a mature person!" She smiled. She was terrible with these kinda conversations. "I could be married in a few years," He said. That tripped him out, it always had. He looks forward to that day, but he thinks about it way more than he should. "Yeah, I mean we all could!" She said, sitting down next to him. "I could be married to you," He smiled, kissing her on the cheek. "Yeah, you never know," She said, kissing him. And they kissed and kissed until the sunrise. This became a pattern for them, and by August, she was sure he was going to ask her out. But then he stopped. He stopped all contact with her. She ran into him on a street outside of LA. She put her head down trying not to have to see him but he reached out first. "(Y/N)?" He asked. "I'm sorry?" She cocked her head to the side, pretending not to know him. "Oh! Sorry, I thought you were this girl I used to know, but she wasn't blonde," He laughed. She had dyed her hair, trying to get his thoughts out of her head. The sunglasses she was wearing helped a bit too. "Oh, no worries!" She laughed. He frowned. "Yeah, I guess sometimes two stones roll down their own path," He sighed, walking away from her, leaving her gasping in the wind. She dried her eyes and as the sunlight would stream through her empty bed in the morning and the moonlight would gleam through her apartment at night, she finally understood what David meant. Everyone is like a stone and either you roll or you're stuck, like a statue. She decided to roll, he did too, and the paths didn't line up. But, sometimes things don't stay set in stone, maybe one day they will love again.

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[nostalthicc]

CHEM | jeff wittek pt.7

jeff wittek social media/college au

summary: he was the boy you’ve had a crush on since you were 12, also the boy your sister’s datings, the same boy who’s tutoring you for your chem exam

warnings: swearing, mistakes, mentions of cheating

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