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lottiesfics · 4 years

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Angel vs Devil (dd/imagine)

a/n: okay this gif was coincidental but it made me happy omg anywayy: this is a story based off of Monster by Dodie, ngl it’s loosley based off of it. (y/n) is a devil while David is an angel and they both are the voice for a young boy named Jackson, although, when the boy finds a girl he likes, the angel and devil team up to make it happen...

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“Your boring, you know that?” She told him, tugging on the fuzzy red fabric. “Excuse me! I think I am quite exciting!” He said, fixing his halo in the mirror. She sat in front of him, watching her horns poke through her brown straight hair. She wore a red sweater and black jeans with motorcycle boots, she watched him as he slipped into his blue suede shoes. “I call left shoulder today!” He laughed. The shoes matched his white shirt and powder blue pants quite nicely, though she would never admit that. “David, it's the same shoulder every day. You know that!” She sighed. “Well since when were you all for following the rules,” He said smiling. “Rules? David, it's not a rule, its common sense!’ She exclaimed. David’s smile fell, “Alright, right shoulder it is. I guess that's a sign” He said, brushing his hair. “A sign of what?” She said, her eyes squinting. “I’m on the RIGHT shoulder, which means goodness is always right,” He said, putting his hands on his hips. “David,” “Yes, (Y/N)” “You are delusional,” She said smiling. She put on her red lipstick and they were both finally ready for work. “Okay, suns about to come up,” David said. “We should get going,” (Y/N) said grabbing what they would need from the little bungalow they set up each night. David closed it all down and the two of them went to there person. Jackson Sault, a thirteen-year-old A honor roll student who has never said a curse word in his entire life. David credits himself with Jackson's success, although Jackson did have some little lies, which (Y/N) was proudly responsible for. David and (Y/N) flew down onto Jackson’s shoulders. He never knew they were there, it was more of a psychological feeling to him, but they saw everything he saw. As the sun came up, Jacksons 6am alarm went off, he needed to be in school by 8:15 and the bus came at 7:30. As his body stirred, David and (Y/N) adapted to his movements. “Ugh” Jackson groaned. (Y/N) was determined to get Jackson to do some odd stuff today, (Y/N) didn’t care about Jackson's own movements, she cared about David later. Some days, she could get David so riled up that he wouldn’t do anything but watch TV when they got back to the hut they shared. “Sleep in” (Y/N) murmured into Jackson's ear. “Just 5 more minutes!” She said. “No no, you gotta get up! You wanted to make pancakes today remember,” David said, trying to get Jackson to wake himself up. David did this every day, (Y/N) never let him have it easy. Yet, David wasn't complaining, somedays he could get her so obsessed with this, it almost became... cute? Ultimately, Jackson slept in for 5 more minutes, which turned into a solid twenty. “Yes! 1 for 1!! Take that Dobrik!” She giggled out to him, sticking her head up from Jackson's shoulder. David just gave a simple smile, yet on the inside, his heart was rushing against his skin, feeling a wave of pulse hit him. When Jackson finally got up, it was more of a routine. He got dressed, ate breakfast and put his shoes on. The bus would be on its way and Jackson grabbed his school bag and headed to the stop. There was the girl that Jackson currently found himself acquainted with, Karmen. “Psst, (Y/N),” David called out to (Y/N). Karmen waved to Jackson. (Y/N) looked over to David, nodding. Jackson waved back. “Hey, Jack!” She said. Jackson smiled. “Say her name” David whispered to Jackson. “Hey Karmen,” He smiled. (Y/N) watched intently as David helped the young boy make the right choices in aiding Karmen to the bus and in a bus seat, even talking to her on the way to school. As the day went on, both (Y/N) and David made advances and disadvances. Finally, Jackson was laying down in his bed to sleep, peaceful as can be and a resting pulse, when (Y/N) and David pulled away to go home. “Well, that was fun!” David said, taking his shoes off at the door. (Y/N) walked into the house with her shoes still on, dirt getting everywhere. “Meh, same old shit,” She said, zipping her boots off. “I mean you got him to cheat on his science quiz so,” David said, trying to cheer (Y/N) up. “Yeah,” (Y/N) said. David made a weird face sitting next to her on the couch, “Okay, what’s wrong?” He asked her. “What? Nothing's wrong,” She said. “You’re lying, I can tell,” He said. She sighed, “I just feel weird,” She said. “Weird how?” “Like, my stomach hurts, it's like a pit in my stomach and when I think of Karmen and Jackson my body tingles a bit,” “Your nervous,” David said. “You care about Jackson and Karmen,” His eyes went wide. “What? I don’t even care about Jackson!” She argued. “No, you, you’re feeling nervous for him!” He said, jumping up and down. (Y/N) got off the couch, “You are crazy! I-i don’t feel those things!” She said. “I think you do” He smiled. “No, your forgetting who I am! I don’t feel things, I want one thing and its to watch this kid ruin his life,” She huffed, turning her back around, feeling the spikes grow out of her back. David came over to her, sitting her on the couch. “Take a breath (Y/N), your spikes are showing,” He said. She took a breath and let go. “I don’t feel these things” She stated coldly, her eyes a bloody red. Although, she was lying to David. She felt all the things and more, sure she was a devil, but some devils have feelings, some have changed of heart. David huffed, “Well, I have an idea. You may hate it, but If you could dig a little deep and find some love for Jackson, it may work.” For the next two hours, David spent time explaining to (Y/N) his proposal. It took some time, and some more fights, until ultimately, she agreed. The next day approached, and as (Y/N) and David sat upon Jackson's shoulders, the two were ready. The plan: To make Jackson and Karmen fall in love. “Okay, ready?” David asked as the clock was 1 minute away from 6. “I guess,” (Y/N) said. She was unsure where she would come into this. Jackson couldn’t bully Karmen to get her to love him, she couldn’t hurt Karmen, she couldn’t do anything bad! Bad was all (Y/N) was used too. Jackson woke up, stretching out his arms. David got him to roll out of bed, get dressed and do his hair. (Y/N) stayed quiet, just watching David really help out Jackson. She can’t say that it wasn’t sweet of David, she admired how his smile would grow wide every time Jackson did something that David had wanted him too. David would steal glances at (Y/N) every now and then, making sure she was okay. He knew she felt lost in this situation and he wanted to make sure she had a say in something, so he led Jackson into the kitchen with 10 minutes until the bus comes. “Cereal!” David said. “You're gonna be hungry if you don’t eat it!” David exclaimed. Jackson looked at the time and then (Y/N) thought of Karmen! “No! No!, grab a roll and eat it at the bus stop or something!” She said. David sent a memory of Karmen to Jackson and he did as (Y/N) said. She thought David had lost it, although, David wanted her to feel good. As odd as it was, the Devil had just done something good while the angel had done something bad. Jackson went outside to see Karmen waiting there as usual. David mustered up the courage for Jackson to say hi, (Y/N) had to hide her wants to make Jackson say “Lets date, stupid!” Karmen waved to Jackson, and he walked over to her. “Morning Karmen,” He said, chewing on his roll. “Hey, how did you sleep?” The conversation went on and on, boring (Y/N) but making David swoon. As they stepped onto the bus, Greg pulled Karmen’s hair. “Hey!” She shouted. This alerted (Y/N) and David, they had never seen someone be mean to Karmen. “Wow, the cow does speak!” Greg said. (Y/N) began to seethe, David was confused looking all around himself. Jackson suddenly didn’t know what to do as Karmen’s hair was pulled again. “Hit him,” (Y/N) said to Jackson. David was still trying to find a rationale. “Hit him, Jackson!” (Y/N) yelled. That’s what he did. Hit him. Greg went to the floor and clutched his jaw, he got up and hit Jackson back. Then, the brawl began. “Left side!” (Y/N) said. He did as she said, guiding him through the fight, so much so that he won. The bus driver broke them up, told them both to sit and called the principle. “Jackson, are you okay?” Karmen asked him, pulling him into her seat. “Yeah, it was nothing,” He lied. Oh, it was everything, poor Jackson felt his left hand as heavy as a weight, with busted knuckles. “You didn’t have to do that,” Karmen said. “But, I wanted too. No one should say things that aren’t true,” Jackson smiled. From here, David took over. Jackson reached out to her hand, “Besides, your beautiful no matter what,” She smiled, grabbing his hand back. As they got to the school the principle waited outside, to grab both Jackson and Greg. Although, Jackson felt no hurt, even when his Mom was nervous, with Karmen in his mind it was all okay. That night, in the bungalow, as (Y/N) and David got ready for bed, they felt ecstatic. “We did that!” She laughed. “I have never seen you this happy about love,” He said to her, passing her a glass of water. “Well, I just never had the chance to do a good deed,” She said softly. “Hey, I think your deeds are good! Just coming from the wrong mindset,” He said, coming over to her. They both looked into each other's eyes, and for once, they both saw another person. “David, I’m feeling that feeling again,” She said. “I am too,” He said. Now, love is quite mysterious and the world works in odd ways. As the Devil drew in closer, the angel reciprocated. A kiss, innocent and sweet, merging to the two together. Both feeling a feeling they didn’t know they could. As they pulled away, the Devil wrapped her arms around him. He smiled, picking her up and laying with her on the couch. “Man, you truly are a devil,” He laughed. “What?” She asked confused. “You could be my devil, if you want,” David told her, pulling away. She gave him her flirty eyes, “unless you don’t wanna be that's cool-” She cut him off, grabbing his hand and intertwining it with hers. “You may be mine, but your still boring,” She laughed.

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2muchvloggy · 4 years

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hey guys!! below is going to be a huge list of prompts! i haven’t written anything in years but i’m super excited to start again!!! I’m willing to write for anyone in Vlogsquad but fair warning i’m a bit rusty lmao! here we go!!!!

2Muchvloggy’s Welcome List of Prompts!!!!!

1.“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

2.”If that’s what you want.”

3.”what were you thinking? we’re you trying to get yourself killed?”

4.“no regrets.”

5.“how drunk was I?”

6.”they’re monsters”

7.”welcome to fatherhood”

8.”i’m pregnant”

9.”are you going to talk to me?”

10.”i’m sorry”

11.”When you love someone, you can’t just stop. Even when people roll their eyes or laugh or call you crazy... even then. especially then!”

12.”where did you learn to dance?”

13.”where were you? do you have any idea how worried i/we was/were?”

14.”who gave you that black eye?”

15.”why are you lying?”

16.”why are you up so early?”

17.”why can’t you see what you do to me?”

18.”why choose me?”

19.”why don’t you just kiss me already?”

20.”you’re the best thing to ever have happened to me.”

21.”you deserve so much better.”

22.”you did this all for me?”

23.”you did WHAT?”

24.”you don’t have to stay.”

25.”you don’t know you the way i do.”

26.”i don’t want you to stop.”

27.”how could i forget about you?”

28.”hold still.”

29.”don’t argue, just do it.”

30.”keep going.”

31.”show me what’s behind your back.”

32.”stay awake.”

33.”stop interrupting me.”

34.”kiss me.”

35.”tell me you need me.”

36.”i needed you to fight for me.”

37.”i loved you.”

38.”you left me.”

39.”i can’t lose you.”

40.”i’m lying when i say i love you.”(ouch😭)

41.”are you breaking up with me?”

42.”don’t touch me”

43.”i don’t like you.”

44.”stop being so jealous.”

45.”why aren’t you eating?”

46.”tell me where it hurts.”

47.”how did this happen?”

48.”let me see.”

49.”how bad is it?”

50.”can you carry me?”

51.”i can’t move!”

52.”don’t move!”

53.”this is gonna hurt.”

54.”i can’t feel anything.”

55.”you’re burning up.”

56.”i-i threw up.”

57.”don’t worry. i’m gonna take care of you.”

58.”how long ago did this happen?”

59.”how long have you felt like this?”

60.”why didn’t you tell me it hurt so bad?”

61.”your pain can’t be at a 10, it’s just a scratch-o-oh my god.”

62.”i fell down.”

63.”please make it stop.”

64.”stop moving around, you’ll make it worse.”

65.”i don’t think i can get up.”

66.”i can’t do it, i need you to do it.”

67.”i’m too squeamish for this.”

68.”i don’t need help. i just need the pain to stop.”

69.”i tried to move on but nobody is you.”

70.”do i look like i’ve moved on?”

71.”i feel like everyone just forgot that i existed.”

72.”maybe i’m meant to be alone.”

73.”i gave you a second chance and you used it to stab me in the back.”

74.”no i’m not drunk you’re just blurry.”

75.”i have a feeling we should kiss.” “is that a good feeling or a bad feeling?”

76.”if you’re waiting for me to apologize, grab a snack , because it’s gonna be a while.”

77.”we’re in public, knock it off.”

78.”what are you talking about? i’m very mature.”

79.”you know it’s okay to show emotion, right?”

80.”come on, open the door.”

81.”did you just throw that at me?”

82.”i think you like me.”

83.”can you keep a secret?”

84.”you’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

85.”honestly all i want right is a drink and netflix.”

86.”are you wearing my shirt?”

87.”wow, you’re hot.”

88.”it’s too cold! come back!”

89.”just pretend to be my date?”

90.”i vote today be a pajama day.”

91.”it’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

92.”i saw that. you just checked me out.”

93.”are you stupid stupid, or just stupid?”

94.”my family thinks we’re dating.”

95.”pull over, let me drive for a while.”

96.”you can borrow mine.”

97.”close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

98.”are you crying? mister/misses i don’t cry about anything ever?” “oh shut up we all have weaknesses!”

99.”youre warm. s’great for cuddling.”

100.”you’ll be the death of me.”

i’m super excited to see what you guys have for me!!!

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dobriking · 5 years

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Bend Into A Break (1)

Summary: Not one, but two vlog-squads came with the death of Vine. And the rumored beef between you two is absolutely true! So, you and David (begrudgingly) set up a month long-retreat among your groups to film team challenges and go against each other. Y’know. For views. Pairing: David Dobrik x Readers, Enemies to Lovers, living together. Warnings: Profanity

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“Y/n…I, I don’t know about this.” David sighs and pushes back your iPad.

And you grit your teeth, stomping gently and saying “David!” With a whine. Your emotional tactics (no matter how playful) have never had any impact on him. He simply shrugs, and with the reminder that your fluttering eyes and pouty frown do nothing to affect his decisions, you straighten out and go back to your less inviting face. One of anger, disdain.

“David come on, you know this would be great for the both of us.”

“Well,” he fills his cheeks with air before quickly letting out, “ I know. It’s just…”

“There’s the fans, the views. I know you just love selling 40$ T-Shirts. Think of the merch! Contrasting team colors. We could recreate every piece of clothing we wear in our videos. Wear nothing but that for the few vlogs — you get an average of a couple million views a video, right?” He nods. Likewise, you point to yourself. “Th-this is a good idea. It’s great marketing! Nothing gets people more riled up than picking sides but if we play it off as a fun little Youtube thing then there’s no bad press. Only fan publicity.” He opens his mouth but — “Even if nobody gets along behind the scenes it’s what we get on camera that matters and you know just as much as me that when our groups hang with each other it’s actually fun.”

It pains him being opposed to something so genius.

Though he scoffs at himself for pairing together you and the word ‘genius.’ You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?

The problem is if you’ll be able to get both of your squads to agree on not just this as a whole but a tiny, single thing.

Red for his team.

Blue for yours.

You could have bandanas, knee-high socks, and shorts for the more athletic challenges your two groups decide to participate in. If you go far enough you can even sell thermoses and Tupperware if you went ahead with color-coordinated eating.

Minus the formalities and getting ready for this event, the event itself would be fun.

He just wonders if he’ll be able to get through the initial torment of having to be around each other.

He rubs his eye and holds out his hand. He beckons the iPad and you slide it over. He’s yawning and couldn't look any more bored as he swipes through the presentation you put together for him. He almost looks a little too disinterested and bothered by it. You think to question but “I mean…yeah?”

He picks at his lips, puffing his cheeks up in ‘boredom’ but subsequently rubbing his palms all over them to hide their puffiness. “Gonna need to make some changes,” he murmurs.

And throwing your hands to the table you shout, “Well of course!”

His eyes jump to yours. He has his lips pursed, cheeks collapsed now which sharpens his jaw and cheekbones. His thick brows furrow too, and overall it is quite the good look. But enough about him — you’re genuinely happy you’ve come to some agreement, and he can’t deny it's a nice change in pace. Finally, you give him something real. For once.

You take your iPad from him and place it between you.

The presentation explains as follows: Over the course of one month, his vlogs would consist of at least one challenge per vlog (spliced between other daily shenanigans) on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Your channel too would consist of at least one challenge per vlog on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Somewhere in there you propose a live-stream or something your two channels could share on Sundays to aid the constant stream of content.

His team would dawn red clothes, and your team blue. You would be your team leader and he would be his team’s leader.

You had a photographer queued up (given David agreed) to take team-photos; a group photo for each, separate photos for each member, photos of each group’s corresponding members together, and an ultimate team versus team photo. So far the theme you had in mind for the photoshoot was sports (hence the idea for athletic shorts and sports T-shirts for merch). Your mind lingered over the possibility of a “War of the Roses” type situation but Zane Hijazi (who irks you purely because his jokes manage to bite so hard yet so effortlessly) organized the royalty-themed photoshoot for his 200th video.

Of course you guys watch each other. It’s the only way to keep your head in the game.

David picks at his lips again, imagining headbands, bandanas, knee-high socks, 70s shorts, even leg warmers. He isn’t focused entirely on the march or financial benefits of the event but he can’t deny both would wind up being fantastic in design and outcome.

“Uhm wh-what uh,” You dig through your bag and take out a notepad and pen, “changes did you have in mind?”

He reaches and makes an effort to sigh as obnoxiously as he can while scribbling some of his ideas down. Your brows twitch when you come across words you can’t comprehend, his handwriting so jumbled with how fast he wrote so he could get the hell out of here and think this over.

And you find his main idea quite…odd.

“An uh…?” Why on Earth would he want this?

He’s amused.

“You want us all to…what—a boarding school scenario?”

He blinks, previously lost in thought. “Yeah! Uh yeah just,” he takes the notepad and reads what he wrote over. Seems right. He slides it back and folds his arms over the table. His cheeks make even the slightest of smiles so incredibly poignant. It’s hard for you to tell if he’s casually smiling, grinning at your expense, or plain existing.

You admit it’s a good idea — two teams so notorious for being pitted against each other in the realm of Youtube not only performing casual competitions and questionable stunts for a minimum of two minutes a vlog each but in an environment where content is inevitable. Non-competition related stunts and shenanigans will still have a competitive spirit, and with you able to get content of the other’s team in a casual setting it’s going to be a lot harder to manipulate someone’s behavior through editing. Teams so notorious for being pitted against each other in the realm of Youtube living with each other, sure to hate one another’s guts for the entirety.

In this case, that entirety would be a month.

A month of shared living spaces.

A month of side-by-side editing.

A month of competing, a month of interacting.

David shrugs, shaking his head. “I dunno. We could find a place. I mean, we have what it takes.”

“Suppose we could, huh?”

He nods and writes more ideas down. You watch, fighting a smile seeing his little tongue poke past his lips.

He hums then leaves you in silence while collecting his thoughts.

Is this a good idea?

You know it is financially, career-wise. But like David, you wonder if the absolute torment your group will have to deal with at the hands of his own is worth any of this.

David gets up and hovers above his seat to collect his things. His eyes flicker and catch your confused face. He blinks rapidly, scrunching his face up and going “Oh yeah, uh,” before pulling out his phone and sending you a text.

Yes, you have each other’s numbers.

It’s a location (his home), time (1:30), and date (tomorrow).

“Bring your group.”

You stand with him. “oh no no no they uh — they have no idea about this.”

He shrugs and you swear he chuckles. “Well, neither will mine, so.”

David walks off but before he leaves he holds onto the shop’s doorframe. He turns and lazily gestures you and your space. “Good job by the way on all of this. Uh, actually a really good idea.”

Huh. “Thanks.”

#David Dobrik x Reader #David Dobrik imagine #David Dobrik imagines #vlogsquad imagine #vlogsquad imagines #1.3k #imagine

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shininginyourarea · 5 years

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Falling out of love (David Dobrik)

A/N: So, this is my second time of David and I felt like writing something angsty. Also, sorry for any mistakes I haven’t had time to proofread this.

Summary: Y/n falls out of love

In life there weren’t many things that you could be sure about. God forbid this very moment could be your last. Things changed all the time, and nothing stayed the same for ever. But change didn’t t always just happen It was a process, just like Y/n’s feelings for David.

The couple had been dating for the past two years straight. They were strong, of course they had their ups and downs, but they always just bounced up. Their love, connection and spark were just that strong. Honestly speaking even, the word couple wasn’t strong enough to label what they have. they were best friends attached from the hip. You wouldn’t see the other one without the other, ether they would be together physically their affection for each other on full on display. They of course didn’t rub that on people’s faces they, it was usually something small between them something that they could feel and see and that was rarely for others to see. They were the perfect urban dictionary example of soulmates. They were everything to each other. There wasn’t one without the other.

At first their thing had started from a crush. It went both ways. But it took a while for her to warm up to him because things really did look and feel too good to be true between them. She did try at first, but things just didn’t go her way and thank god they didn’t. They quickly went from the famous duo of Y/n and David to girlfriend and boyfriend, hers and his. And as their friends and people in general liked to call them we and us. That’s how they always talked about each other. It was rarely I decided, wanted, felt like, had an idea. It was always we thought, we said, we did.

They made time for each other always. Y/n assignment could have a 30 minute deadline but she would still go hang out at David’s as she promised and he would bring her his room and she would finish it there as he was editing his video, because to David her education came first as his video an career came to her.

But this time Y/n had taken a time off from studying for two weeks. She thought that this vacation for David and her would help with her study burnout and help with her unsure feeling for David.

But the two weeks had gone in a blink of time and Y/n wasn’t feeling so sure about anything anymore. Her mind, body and face felt so exhausted from wearing this facade. This all happy, excited and cheery Y/n she had to be even in front of David who had always been her save heaven. She had never lied to him and the guilt she was feeling was foreign to her. She didn’t recognize herself anymore all these emotions that she was feeling were just so unknown to her. She had never felt this confused especially about Love. the four-letter word that she had truly felt for David had been present for most of their relationship until now. the past two months had all been a blur to her even her love for David that had been so strongly vivid in her mind and heart had just vanished. it didn’t happen in a night it had been a ongoing progress.

it wasn’t like she didn’t love him; it was just different she just felt so empty her respect and fondness for David was still in her somewhere.

Last night had sealed the deal for her. She and David had ended their romantic dining steamy make out session in their private. Soon both had made it between the sheets, and it had been great things like that always were with David but this time something was missing, and even David could feel it. And it was clear because he had disappeared soon after they were done.

And now Here they were both on their phones sitting on their ´bed and waiting for their taxi who was about ten minutes away. things were awkward but not that awkward. they had said their good morning and even shared few kisses and talked about doing this again in the future. Why Y/n went along with it you might ask, well she didn’t know ether.

But Y/n saw this as a now or never situation so she stood up an faced David that was on his phone. She took his phone and placed it next to him on the bed. David lifted his head up still confusion, there was still a hint of amusement in his eyes. “What is it babe?”

“Stay seated I need to talk to you about something” Y/n paused to gather her thoughts. “Something about this trip”

“Yeah, what about it”? David took a hold of her hands now a smile on his lips.

“I realized something during this trip, and it was so fun I actually enjoyed it and it made me notice something and just clear up my mind”

“Yeah I know right I also had tons of fun and enjoyed it. I’m glad that you did too and I’m so happy that you feel better now.”

“mm, yeaaah but for me the fun for me was more like as friends.” The end of the sentence made David’s smile fall and turn in to frown.

“what…. as-as friends… You sure babe that doesn’t make sense” David’s hold on Y/n got tighter and he felt like his heart was at his throat.

“I know and it doesn’t make sense to me either… and David I really don’t know what to do now. It’s weird for me too. “Y/n also started to panic it all felt so real now. She and David were probably coming to an end now, and it was all her fault.

“So, what this vacation made you realize this. This vacation that we as in like me and you planned, and I spent so much money on. Y/N I fucking put my career on hold for you for two weeks. Do you have any idea how much money and I´m losing over this?” David’s voice got louder and louder.

“Me! David fucking Dobrik who can’t even take a fucking day off for myself, decided to give you two weeks of my life just for you! more time than I have ever given my fucking family. And you decide to end this vacation by telling me that you wanna be friends now? Wow you got a lot of nerve Y/n, you fucking do.” David let out a bitter chuckle.

Both had watery eyes and few tears had rolled down Y/n’s face. She felt so hopeless. How could she make him understand that it wasn’t easy on her either she had been going through this far longer than him. She blamed herself for this, her and her stupid feelings. Y/n wishes she could go back in time and get away from all this heartache that she’s going through now.

David felt like his future, hopes and dreams and everything in between had just been snatched away and were nowhere to been seen. Forever just like that, gone. Y/n to him was his future there was never going to be someone like her in his life. He felt like any other breakup situation would have been better than this. Her cheating, him cheating, them not having time for each other or even finding someone else. But no. Her feelings had changed, and that made David feel insecure and so powerless. He knew that their relationship was doomed now and there was no going back.

Both glanced at David’s phone that had a notification from their ride for to the airport. “Ahem…. grab your luggage and let’s just go.” David lets out awkwardly.

The ride to the airport was awkward and so was the airport check in. They hadn’t said a word to each other since the hotel. Also, David had been avoiding her at all cost, sitting next to her in the taxi on their way to the airport, letting people go before him in queues and now he was nowhere to be seen and the airplane was going to leave in few minutes. She tried calling, him texting but he had his phone off. And that’s was last time Y/n had seen heard from her boyfriend of two years or well now ex.

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kodzuskook · 5 years

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colour mixing | jeff wittek

description: the reader wants jeff to paint with her. /// fluff

requested?: yes; [anonymous “reader’s artistic and paints a lot; dating jeff]

author’s note: didn’t give me much to work off of so i hope you like my vision // also, i’m canadian, i use the extra “u” i’m sORRY // uhh, there’s a scene in this that i practically ripped from icarly, oops?

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if it weren’t for the loud, yet soft music playing loudly from behind a closed door, one might’ve assumed no one was home. but, you were. and you had been since jeff had dropped you off after taking you out for breakfast.

you sat on the ground in front of the blank canvas, a pallette full of vibrant paints in your hands as you thought of how you would execute your idea. you cocked your head to the side, imagining the concept in your mind. the pallette was swapped for a pencil as you decided to sketch out the outline first.

you were painting jeff. well, a version of him, at least. you had always been focused on the message behind each painting rather than how it looked at the end. not that the end product didn’t matter; the amount of times you cried over your pieces because they weren’t how you had imagined them to be proved that it did.

the pencil was soon replaced by the pallette again and you quickly found yourself immersed in the process of adding colours to your drawing.

it wasn’t clear when jeff had arrived at your front door. or when he had let himself in. or for how long he was standing against the doorframe watching you paint what looked like a man.

your eyes flicked up at the sight of movement. jeff smiled brightly as he made eye contact with you. you smiled and called him over. the boy smiled, walking over to you and staring down at the painting in front of you.

“you’re paintin’ me?” jeff cocked an eyebrow at your smiling face, a smile pulling up on his face as he saw the specs of paint that you had accidentally gotten on your face.

“mhm,” you gave him an exaggerated cheeky smile.

jeff smirked, “doesn’t look like me that much.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, jeff’s heart swooning at the adorable sight in front of him, “clearly, it looks like you enough for you to be able to tell it was you.”

jeff shrugged, “i know what my face looks like.”

you rolled your eyes at the boy, “cocky bitch,” you muttered under your breath.

jeff scooped you in his arms, “excuse me, miss y/l/n. what was that?”

you pushed your face as close to his, “you’re a cocky bitch.”

jeff let go of you, his dimples present with his smile, “i’m wounded, baby.”

you shrugged before turning your attention back to the painting laying on the ground, “it’s kinda abstract. it’s got a message.”

jeff looked at you with slight confusion, “what’s the message?”

“love.”

jeff pulled your body against his, planting a soft kiss against your lips before pulling back, “you’re adorable, princess.”

your eyes light up, “paint with me!”

jeff shook his head instantly, letting go of you, “no, no, no. i don’ know how to paint.”

you cocked your head, “who cares? just paint something. anything.”

jeff looked at you for a few seconds, turning away as soon as you began to pull the puppy face on. he looked back at you a few seconds later, groaning before agreeing. he messed around with his hat as you went to go grab him an apron.

you smiled as jeff grabbed the apron from your hands and put it on, “you look adorable!”

jeff gave you an exaggerated frown, “i look like an idiot.”

you raised an eyebrow at the boy, “are you calling me an idiot?”

jeff sputtered for a second, “what, no! no, wait, that’s not what i meant.”

you giggled, “mhm, sure.”

you set up a painting station for jeff who trudged to the area with a slight scowl on his face.

you laughed at his expression, “cheer up, buttercup! it’s not like i’m gonna shoot you with a paintball gun.”

time went by fast. the room stayed relatively quiet except for the music and with the exception of jeff’s random string of curse words followed by an “i’m fixin’ it! it’s okay!”

you had finished around a little over a quarter of your painting when jeff declared he was done, “y/n, baby, you’re gonna love it!”

you clapped your hands and whooped, “let’s see it, mr. artist!”

jeff let out a chuckle, “drum roll, please!”

you giggled, hitting your hands against the ground repeatedly.

jeff flipped the canvas around, his painting coming into view. a huge stick figure painted with three different colours. blue, purple, red.

jeff gave you a smug look, “it’s a message. the blue is me. the red is you. together it’s purple. but there’s only one stick figure.”

you nodded, waiting for jeff to continue.

“you and i together are one. y/n and jeff.”

you smiled, “look at you being a thoughtful artist!”

jeff got up, walking towards you and pulling you up too. in less than a second, jeff swiped a paintbrush across your lips.

you gasped at the feeling of cold paint across your lips. jeff smiled, “you’re red.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, leaning down and dipping your finger in the blue paint before swiping it across jeff’s lips, “you’re blue.”

jeff leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss. he pulled away and you both looked at the new colour on each other’s lips, “we’re purple.”

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek imagine #painting #paint #vlog squad #vlogsquad #vlogsquad imagines #davids vlogs #david dobrik #jeffsbarbershopwrites #imagine #david’s vlog

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believeinthenummies · 5 years

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I juss wanna know when Todd had purple hair ya know? Like did I miss a full era? Did we all miss a full era?

#todd smith #todd smith imagine #toddy smith imagines #toddy smith smut #toddy smith #hot toddy #purple #purple hair #era #vlogsquad #vlogsquad imagines

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bouttogolinkurbitch · 5 years

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Just a little blurb based off this clip <33

Sorry for errors

💛🍯🍯💛

"Dave!" I whined as he started to laugh. Our eyes locked and he smiled, listening to the build up to the song before he belted out, "Oh! What's love got to do, got to do with it!” He paused and turned, “Oh! What's love but a second hand emotion!" I started to laugh so hard in my seat. He broke from the song as he giggled before we both stopped. "Dave?" I whispered and he tilted his head. I took his phone and looked at him, "This is our song." I said before I pressed play. The Last Of The Real Ones started to play.

His camera was recording as he and I started yelling the lyrics and dancing in our seats. I laughed as he started to shake his head before he leaned across the middle console and sang in my face. I squeezed his cheeks between my palms before I kissed him quickly. He stopped all movement and smiled, "That was our first kiss on camera." I nodded and looked at the lens, "That made me so nervous for some reason. I kiss you all the time." I said as I started twirl his phone in my hands. "I can edit it out if you're not ready." He spoke gently as he laid his hand on my thigh. I shrugged and looked back at him, "Let me think about it, Dave. I love you and you know that." He nodded and kissed my cheek, "I love you too."

David continued to record as we picked up Jason and Trisha. I still sat shotgun in the Tesla as David turned on music. Go Fuck Yourself came on and David looked at me. I felt my cheeks turn before he smirked. "Such a dick." I muttered and he laughed before Jason leaned forward. "What makes you say that?" He asked as he filmed us. Trisha scoffed from her seat, "Obviously they fuck to this." I started to laugh as David swerved a bit from hearing her words.

#davids vlogs #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik imagines #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #ilya x reader #ilya feddy #ilya fedorovich #dmitriy konovalov imagine #dmitriy konovalov x reader #dmitriy konovalov #in debt #vlogsquad imagines #vlogsquad

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years

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i’ll marry you someday : j.w

brief summary: jeff hopes that someday he’ll marry you, but after an accident that lands him in hospital, he’s more certain than ever

word count: 2.5k (i kinda went off on this) requested: yes by the sweetest anon. i adore this idea and cause i’m super dramatic well, you’ll see warnings: mentions of a car crash, some graphic descriptions. nothing too threatening, but if these are sensitive topics please read at your own discretion or miss this one (your wellbeing matters more than anything!)

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“You know, I’m gonna marry you someday,” Jeff mumbles as you curl up against his chest as you struggle to keep your eyes open long enough to focus on the film.

“That so?” You whisper, looking up at him as he smiles down to you, his fingers gliding through your hair as you hum in content.

Jeff nods, unable to hide his grin as your eyes close.

It’s true though, Jeff really means it when he says it. Even if you think he’s just joking around. As a matter of fact, in all his life, Jeff has never been more certain about something. That being with you, and spending the rest of his life alongside you, and only you. After everything he’s been through, the consequences he’s faced from his actions you’re just a ray of sunshine.

You didn’t care about his past, the things he once did. He’s grown, matured as a person into someone you want to be with and love him regardless.

Standing in the doorway, Jeff’s bags pile up outside whilst Todd patiently waits for his friend to depart from his house. If only it were easier said than done.

“Do you have to go?” You pout as your arms remain around his waist, not wanting to let go.

Jeff chuckles as he glances behind you, seeing Todd filming on his camcorder in the pathway. “I’ll only be gone a few days, baby.” Jeff reminds you, hearing you sigh loudly as your hands begin to slip away from him.

“Just, stay safe.” You nudge his arm as he picks up his bags before leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He blows one last kiss to you before walking out from your house, leaving you with Nerf sat by your side watching his Dad get into the passenger seat of Todd’s car.

“You really love her, don’t you?” Todd speaks up, noticing the way Jeff looks at you as if you’re the only person in the entire world.

Jeff can’t help but think of the ring he’s picked out and reserved at the jewellers, a quick pitstop on route to his and Todd’s destination. “I do, Toddy.” Jeff sighs as they pull away, moving further away from you, but closer to the next step in your future.

“So, airport?” Todd looks over to Jeff before returning his attention to the road.

Shaking his head, Jeff points to the left hand turn coming up, the opposite direction. “I just wanna make a short stop first.” Jeff states as Todd turns the car, and as they follow the road Jeff can see the old shop sign.

Feeling his heartbeat quicken pace, it isn’t something that goes unnoticed by Todd. “We going where I think we’re going?” Todd asks with a hesitant smile before Jeff points at the shop whilst Todd parks up just down the road.

“Yeah.” Jeff runs his fingers through his hair as he opens the passenger door, hearing Todd mutter his name as his right leg hangs out of the car.

“This is it, huh?” Todd chuckles, an attempt to hide his nerves for his friend. “You’re gonna ask her?”

“I really am, Todd. Got it all planned out.” Jeff states, feeling that familiar sense of uneasiness return to his stomach as he climbs out fully, his arm resting on the top of the car as Todd remains in the driver's seat. “Gotta say, I’ve never been more certain of anything.” He admits before turning away from the car, crossing the street toward the shop in question.

Whilst Jeff is crossing, Todd’s fingers tap on the steering wheel, humming to himself. Yet, Jeff doesn’t make it across the road.

Glancing through his rearview mirror, seeing a car speeding down the narrow street, shortly followed by a sharp break and a loud thud.

“No, no.” Todd mutters, feeling everything play too quickly for him to process. “Jeff?!” Todd yells, looking behind his car to see the small car in question with the window smashed as the driver crawls out, coughing violently.

A few shop owners and customers gather around behind the driver's car, some converse whilst others call for help. “Is he alive?” Todd hears one lady question whilst another bends down, her feet sticking out from behind the car as Todd hesitantly walks closer.

Fearing the worst, Todd took a deep breath as he moved between the gathering crowd to see what his fears be a reality.

“Jeff? Buddy?” Kneeling down, Todd couldn’t stop his hands from shaking as he reaches out as blood dribbles from Jeff’s mouth as his eyes remain closed. “Has someone called for some help? Fuck!” He looks around, desperation lacing his tone as faces blur together whilst blood coats his face and exposed limbs.

“An ambulance is on its way.” Someone speaks up, resting a hand on Todd’s shoulder with a sympathetic smile.

“You’ll be okay, buddy,” Todd mutters, forcing back his tears as Jeff’s limps are splayed out, lifelessly.

You couldn’t process the phone call as it came through. Part of you thought it was a sick prank call until you heard Todd’s hushed voice down the line, loud enough to understand without it cracking.

David picked you up with Natalie, understanding you were in no fit position to drive.

No words were exchanged as you sat silently in the passenger seat, thinking about what Todd had told you. He hadn’t even left town, they were making a pit stop and some sick fuck was speeding.

Tearing the images from your mind, you open the car door and rush inside without checking your friends were close behind.

“Is Jeff Wittek here?” You ask bluntly, remaining emotionless as you bite your lip, holding back a sob.

The receptionist looks up at you before averting her attention to her screen. You wait painfully as she types into the system, now aware of David and Natalie either side of you. Natalie rests her hand on your forearm, squeezing it lightly as a single tear spills from your eye.

“He’s in room 207. Turn left down the hall, and three floors up.” The receptionist tells you and before she can ask if you need anything else, you’re gone.

You can’t keep up with your own feet as you race to his room, a distortion of voices play as Natalie and David converse as they try to catch up to you, but you’re oblivious to everyone else.

Slowing down, you can see someone hunched over on a seat outside of a room. A tuft of brown hair, slouched form and his hands clasped in each other.

“Toddy?” You call out weakly, seeing him rise to his feet and rush over, engulfing you in a tight hug as you sob against him.

Natalie and David hang back as Todd focuses on Natalie with watery vision. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Todd mumbles into your hair as your whole body shakes. “He, he just wanted to get something. I should’ve gone with him.” Todd rambles, but you lean back, shaking your head to him.

“It’s not your fault, Todd.” You tell him bluntly. “Do not blame yourself. It was an accident.” You breathe deeply as you force yourself to look at the door number behind him. “Is he, is he awake?”

Todd scratches the back of his neck as he takes a hold of your hand, guiding you closer toward the room. “He’s still unconscious, but he’ll be alright,” Todd tells you, but you can tell there’s something else. “but he got hurt bad, Y/n.”

Taking a shaky breath, you nod. “How bad are things?”

Shutting your eyes, you wipe away your tears forcefully as you listen to Todd listing off Jeff’s injuries. Two broken legs, fractured ribs, a collapsed lung. He was lucky to make it out alive.

“Can I see him?” You question quietly.

Todd opens the door and guides you inside to the room where Jeff is being monitored.

As you lift your eyes up, the sight before you breaks your heart.

You listen to the sound of his monitor beeping as various tubes are connected to him. Discomfort is worn heavily in his face, despite him being unconscious as stitches line his cheeks and forehead. Bruises are starting to form across his exposed skin, but the damage evidently lies deeper than that.

A sob wracks through you as you cover your mouth, muffling the sound as you fall to the ground.

“It’s okay, Y/n.” Todd hushes as he helps you to your feet. “Jeff’s strong, we know this.” He reassures you as you step closer toward your boyfriend, sitting beside him.

Reaching out, you rest your hand alongside his.

Both you and Todd sit in silence until visiting hours are over, and at this point, you can feel your entire body is numb. You didn’t want to leave him, you didn’t want Jeff to be alone in that room, left in pain without anyone by his side.

Two days you were sat in the room, sitting in silence beside him as Doctors and Nurses passed by. Checks were made, vitals were monitored and silence was a frequent friend.

You saw many faces, most with sympathy etched into their smiles as they tried not to focus on the damages covering Jeff’s body or the tiredness lining your eyes. It felt like an ongoing cycle, just waiting for any kind of update.

Everyone was just waiting, waiting for him to wake up. And after three solid days of waiting, sitting by his side for as long as you were allowed to, Jeff started to stir in the bed.

“Where the fuck am I?” He mumbles, and you quickly jolt up from sleeping at an angle on the plastic chair beside his bed.

“Jeff?” You call out, blinking rapidly as your vision begins to focus on his confused expression as he winces. “Oh thank god.” You reframe from wrapping your arms around him, knowing he’s still fragile. “I, I’ll go get someone, I’ll be right back.” You tell him quickly as you rise to your feet, finding the first Nurse to pass you by.

Whilst you talk to a nurse, Jeff looks around the room as the events of that afternoon replay. He remembers seeing a blue car speeding toward him and being on the ground with faces surrounding him. But after that, everything is simply blank.

Jeff watches as you walk back in, your angelic smile plastered across your face as bags wear heavy beneath your eyes.

Sitting beside him, you rest his hand in yours as the Nurse checks his vitals and explains exactly what has happened to him. As you listen to the Nurse, you feel Jeff faintly squeezing your hand, letting you know he can feel you beside him.

“So, I got hit bad, huh?” Jeff tries to joke but winces at the pain spreading across his ribs.

“Take it easy, babe.” You remind him as he lies back down, letting out a strained sigh.

“Seen worse in jail, let me tell you that.” He continues his efforts to make you smile, even if tears fill your eyes as you focus on him, how casts cover both legs and bandages across his stomach. “Hey, Y/n, I’m okay.” He reaches out as you lean closer toward him.

Feeling his hand rest across your cheek is enough to comfort you as you let out a shaky breath. “I know, I just, I don’t know what I would do if you were,” You struggle to finish your sentence as Jeff wipes away your tears that fall.

“Don’t think ‘bout that, baby.” He hushes you, peering over your shoulder to see Todd leaning against the door frame. “If it isn’t my saviour,” Jeff calls out and you laugh lightly, leaning back as Todd walks in.

Rising to your feet, Todd hugs you lightly as you pass him and exit the room in search of the bathroom.

“Hey man.” Todd sighs as he sits down, taking your seat temporarily whilst you’re gone. “Good to see you awake, you, you had us worried for a moment.”

“Just a moment?” Jeff raises an eyebrow, ignoring the bruising around his eye and the stitches below.

Todd shakes his head as he reaches into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box. “I, I picked this up, thought you might want it.” Sliding the small box across the bed, Jeff hides it underneath the covers of the hospital sheets.

“Thank you, Todd.” Jeff smiles, and Todd simply nods as you return.

“Did I miss anything?” You call out as Todd stands up, moving away from the chair as he shakes his head.

“Nothing too eventful. Good luck getting him to pee for the next few months though.” Todd laughs, nudging you lightly as you roll your eyes, missing the wink he sends Jeff.

For the next few hours, you just sat with Jeff as the Doctors explained the next step in Jeff’s recovery. It wasn’t going to be easy, and you understood that there would be hard times, but you weren’t going anywhere.

“Thank you, Doc.” Jeff speaks up, processing everything he’s just been told.

“Looks like you’ll be my bitch for a while, huh?” You tell Jeff, hoping to see a smile cross his lips to ease the pressure of the detailed recovery process.

Jeff chuckles, looking up at you as you keep a smile on your face. “You’re seriously something else, Y/n.” Jeff shakes his head, watching as you shrug a shoulder. “You know, I’m gonna marry you someday.” He reminds you, and you laugh lightly.

“I know, baby. You tell me almost every week!” You smile brightly, but Jeff shakes his head as he reaches into the sheets, taking a hold of the velvet box.

“I really mean it, and, and I know this isn’t probably the way I envisioned it. And I can’t even stand, let alone get on one knee right now, but,” Taking a deep breath, Jeff reveals the diamond inside of the box, looking up as your lips part.

“Jeff,” You start, but Jeff shakes his head.

“Y/n, you’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You, you’ve seen past all the shit in my life, you’re willing to help me through this and wheel me everywhere for possibly months. I can’t imagine being with anyone else, and I don’t want to.” Jeff reels off all of his thoughts as you remain in a state of shock. “So, Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” He finally asks the question, feeling his heart pause as he awaits your response.

“Yes.” You mumble, nodding as you rise to your feet, leaning closer and kissing him passionately. “Yes, yes!” You laugh excitedly as you sit back down, letting Jeff place the ring on your finger. “So, this is it, huh?”

“I told you, baby.” Jeff smiles brightly, fighting through the pain as his monitor continues to beep at a slightly rapid pace. “I’m gonna marry you someday, and that’s a promise.”

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duskypinkbow · 4 years

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Masterlist ✨

Due to the fact that english isn't my first language..i don't feel comfortable enough to write anything..

Buuut i decided to make a masterlist with my favourite imagines/fics/blurbs etc!

This list will be *updated from time to time... (i have to go through my likes and this may take some time lol)

And i will organize and mark them as well!

I renamed some of them but tried to keep the original name.

If I used your work and you don't want to be featured on this list please tell me and I’ll remove it.

as my blog in general... this list will contain mainly Jeff, some David (not yet but it will.. i promise) .. and a few whole squad pieces.

* ~. enjoooooy . ~*

angst - A

fluff - F

smut - S

*~ new fics updated to the list

Jeff Wittek as...

-> your friend/crush/ex

~ the one where you meet him in a bar

~ the one where you meet him at a dog park

~ the one where you meet him at a houseparty in New York (s)

~ the one where he asks you out

~ the one where he flirts with you

~ the one with the six feet apart date

~ the one with the blind date (cute!!)

~ the one with your first date

*~ the one where you go house hunting (f)

*~ the one where he is your plus one

~ the one where you’re cuddling on davids couch (f)

*~ the one where he gives you his hoodie (f)

~ the one where he would do anything for you (f)

~ the one where he helps you heal after a break up (f)

*~ the one where you escape an abusive relationship

~ the one where he tries to get in your pants (a/f)

~ the one where he teases you

~ the one where you tease each other

~ the one where he treats you to something nice (s)

~ the one with the lie detector

~ the one where he is your seatbelt

~ the one where he breaks up with his gf cuz you’re bored

~ the one where he tells you that your boyfriend cheated on you

~ the one where you are in an unhappy relationship with someone else (a/f)

~ the one where you break up with your boyfriend cuz he is jealous of Jeff (s)

~ the one with your dirty laundry (s)

~ the one where you are friends from back home

~ the one where you are number neighbours

~ the one where he stays with you

~ the one where you are being shipped

~ the one where he has a crush on you

~ the one where you accidentally admit your crush on him

~ the one where your friends push you to admit your crush

*~ the one where you are not supposed to kiss him

*~ the one where you kiss him first

~ the one where he tells you that he loves you (a/f/s)

~ the one where one thing leads to another

~ the one where you are friends with benefits (light s)

*~ the one were no strings are attached

*~ the one where he lets you go (a/f/s)

~ the one where you have a sleepover with the squad (s)

~ the one where he gets attached

~ the one where he is your secret boyfriend

~ the one where you are not official yet

~ the one where you are drunk text him (the billboard prank pt. 2)

*~ the one where he takes care of you while you’re drunk

~ the one where you get caught - by David

~the one where you get caught - by everyone

~ the one where you get caught - by Joe

~ the one where you accidentally call him

*~ the one where you meet him again

*~ the one where you meet him after he abandoned you

*~ the one where you get back together

~ the one where he drunkenly shows up at your place

-> your boyfriend

~ the one with the escape room (S)

~ the one where he can't hold back (s)

~ the one where you start liking hiking

~ the one where you are a hot mess

~ the one where he can't get enough

~ the one where you are on a road trip (s)

~ the one where you are on vacation (F)

~ the one where you are passing the time (S)

~ the one on the beach

~ the one where he will marry you

~ the one where you’re his shortcake

*~ the one where you have your period

~ the one where you are his home and heaven

*~ the one where you move in with him

~ the one where you are playing baseball with him (f)

~ the one where you broke his clippers (s)

*~ the one where he tries to do your make up

~ the one where he braids your hair

~ the one where he is doing your hair (another one)

~ the one where you feature on the barbershop

~ the one where your relationship gets exposed

~ the one where you dance with him

~ the one where you visit his family (S)

~ the one where you meet his parents

~ the one where you meet his parents (another one)

~ the one where he is jealous (light S)

~ the one where you tease him (S)

~ the one where you tease him by posting pictures on insta

~ the one where he calls you by a different name (a?)

~ the one where he says his goodbyes to you (a)

-> your husband/ a father

~ the one where he proposes to you

~ the one where you marry him

~ the one where you visit Davids house (with your kids)

~ the one where he takes care of your son

-> not defined/ long ones/ series

~ History repeats (long one)

~ the girl with the fire in her eyes (long one)

~ mystery girl / pt. 2 (with David Dobrik)

~ the billboard prank / pt. 2

~ no more waiting

~ are you up? / pt. 2 (S)

~ You will always be the girl he wish he kept / pt. 2 / pt. 3

~ Best friends / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4 *

*~ not the boy you should be afraid to love

~ weak when ur around

~ unrequited

David Dobrik

-> your friend/crush

~ the one where he teases you all day long (s)

~ the one where he marries you instead of Jasons mom

~ the one with the mistletoe

*~ the one where you are jealous of other girls in his life

*~ the one where you are watching his old vlogs and eating cheesecake

-> your boyfriend

~ the one where you are a stressed student (s)

~ the one where the guys are jealous cuz david gets laid the most (f)

~ the one where he pranks you

~ the one where you tell him you are pregnant

-> your husband/ a father

-> not defined

Whole Squad & others

~ the one where you are the baby of the group / pt. 2

~ the one where you are the affectionate one in your friend group

~ the one where you relive the same day over and over again

-> Scotty Sire

*~ the one where he helps you with a brand deal (s)

*~ the one where you show him your skincare routine

If some links won't work/are wrong/got removed please tell me so i can edit it! :)

**this is inspired by ‘the mother of all masterlist’ by Jeffswinky

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lottiesfics · 5 years

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Oh Baby! (dd)

A/N: (Y/N) is expecting but finds out while David is on tour, though he comes home for another reason....loosely based on “That Would Be Enough” - Hamilton

Word Count: 1,569

How was she to tell him? What would she say to him? Were they even ready for a child? How do you know when you're fit for a child? All of these questions raced through her mind. She sat on the kitchen counter, head down, looking at the test. Recently, they bought a new house. (Y/N) was happy to start decorating she knew that she wanted to keep it simple. Nothing is simple now. "Shit," She felt the tears well up in her eyes. David had left for the second Views Tour four weeks ago. Before he left, (Y/N) and David said their goodbyes in a way that some couples would do. Yet, when (Y/N) was late on her period, red flags started to alarm. She felt gross and disgusting this morning. She knew it was time to go to CVS and figure it all out. So, that's what she did. This wasn't the first pregnancy scare the two of them have had, sometimes periods just don't always come. She was thinking back to when she had been last sick, if she was stressed...all things that could make a period late. Although, none had been true. She grabbed three pregnancy tests and went back home. She was craving hush puppies but knew that the tests came before anything. She took all three and waited. That's where she was now. Waiting to know if she and David would be parents. That word excited her. It did scare her, but it made her excited. She knew David wanted a kid, she just didn't know if he wanted one now or better yet with her. So what? They moved in and got a new house together, none of that matters when a kid comes into play. Her timer buzzed. She grabbed the tests and looked them over carefully and the tears started to fall. She was pregnant. She was going to be a Mother! David was going to be a Dad! She was excited but scared. David wouldn't be home for another month, as this was a longer leg of the tour. Oddly, she called Jason. (Y/N) didn't know why she called him, maybe it was the fact he was like a giant father figure to her out here in Los Angeles. He picked up in less than 2 rings. "(Y/N)? Everything okay?" He asked. She didn't know what city the boys were in, what time it was there, she just needed to tell someone. "Jason, you can't tell David," She said, crying. "(Y/N) What happened?" Jason said she heard ruffling on the other side of the call. "Did I wake you up?" She asked. "It's okay, I wasn't getting much sleep anyway," Jason chuckled. "I'm pregnant." She sighed. "Your what?" Jason said. He was standing now, pacing the hotel room. Thank god he had his own room. "Pregnant, I-I don't know what to do," She said, she confided in Jason. "You have to tell him," He said. "I can't, he needs to be there. On tour, near his fans, in new cities, having everything that makes him happy," She sighed. She was starting to feel like she wasn't enough for David. She couldn't go on tour with him because of work restrictions and it hurt her. Not as much as it disappointed him. The entire experience would've been 10x better with the girl he loved right by his side. "He hates touring, you know that. I just don't know if he can leave persay, the entire tour banks on him," Jason said, putting his hand through his hair. "I know, I'm gonna wait out the next two months." She said. "I'll have Mariah and Kristen if I need anything major, and it'll hopefully be a nice surprise when he comes back," She sighed. Thinking about taking these next two months on her own. "You should really call him, it's important." Jason said. They finished the phone call and finally, (Y/N) was left to sleep in an empty bed dreaming of nursery ideas. A week or so had gone by when (Y/N) was scrolling through her timeline and saw a picture from a gossip account. "David Dobrik arrested in Kansas City for accidental issues with fire!" I laughed, thinking it was a joke account. Yet, when David called me with a 816 call code, I knew it was true. "(Y/N) please don't be mad," He sighed. "What did you do? When did this happen? Are you okay? Is anyone hurt?" I was scared, he was in the slammer and I had no clue why! "I was playing around with the flame thrower and it lit up a patch of grass, we put the fire out immediately yet we alarmed a lot of people. It happened 8 hours ago, no ones hurt and I'm okay," He said. He sounded tired and wanting to go to sleep. "Are you scared?" (Y/N) asked in a whisper. "Yes and no, but you would be too," He sighed. "How much is bail?" She asked him, ready to write a check out. "$40,000, they wanted to charge me with Arson," David sighed. "I'll wire transfer $40,000," She sighed. This has never happened. "There canceling the tour, once the money gets here I'll be on the next flight home," He said. She froze. She would have to tell him soon. Soon he would know the truth. She transferred the money and waited. David spent the next 12 hours being released from jail and catching a flight home. By the time he made it back to Los Angeles it was around 12 am. He stuck his key into the door, bags left in the car. "(Y/N)?" He called out, into what seemed an empty house. (Y/N) made a turn around the hallway, wearing a robe to cover the small bump forming. "I missed you," She said. "I missed you too, come here baby," He said, reaching his arms out. She ran into them, kissing him and feeling safe in his arms. Forgetting about the current issue at task. David smiled, then frowned. "I-I can;t believe this all happened. I feel...ruined." He said, sitting down on a stool in the kitchen. "Hey, look around. Do you see what you've created for yourself? There is no way you are 'ruined'. People love you Dave," She said, grabbing his hand. She let her hands come from around her sides, the robe opening. David sighed and then looked at her, really looked at her. "(Y/N)..."He said, looking down at her stomach. "I'm sorry David," She said, grabbing her stomach. "Sorry? Are you kidding me?! I'm thrilled! It-its mine right?" He laughed. "I would hope so," She giggled. "How long have you known?" He asked, grabbing her stomach, standing now. "About a month or so. I called Jason right away," She said, thinking back to that scary but excitement filled day. "(Y/N), You should've told me!" He said, looking her in the eyes. "I would've came home right away," He said. She looked at him, grabbing his arm. "That's exactly why I didn't tell you," She said. "Huh?" He was confused. "David, I wanted you to be happy, to enjoy tour but-" "But i almost set all of Kansas City on fire," He said, looking down. "You set a small patch of grass on fire, and you put it out. It's okay, accidents happen." She said, kissing his cheek. "What if this takes out my career?" He said, nervous. "The baby?" (Y/N)it's stomach dropped. The feeling that she wasn't enough for him was slowly returning to her. "No! God no! The incident," He said. "David, it won't," She said, trying to relax him. "What if we become poor? What if I'm unable to provide for you and for him or her?" He said, obviously getting nervous. He was trending #1 on Twitter and making news outlets. "David, you being you is enough for me. And if this child has any of your qualities, like your mind, your creative abilities r your smile, it's over. He or She is set for life." She laughed. "I just want to mak you happy, and make him or her happy!" He said, rubbing her stomach. "Well, you already do that. You already make me happy. And I know you will make the little one happy too! I worry if I'm enough for you," She said, looking at her feet. "You are enough. You always will be," He said, grabbing her hands. He kissed her and she kissed back. Both excited and were ready for a child. They both were enough for each other. David bent down, "Hey little guy! Or girl? Whatever you are, I'm excited to see you. Your very lucky that (Y/N) is your Mommy!" David said. This would be what he would do for the next 9 months until the day she gave birth.

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2muchvloggy · 4 years

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Drunk

it’s rough so i’m sorry in advance😅 if anyone happens to know which vlog this is please let me know below, i spent hours trying to find it and nothing!

Warnings: drinking, train wreck writing??😂

Word Count: 754

Requests Status: Still open!!

you never drank. sure all of your friends were really into the party scene, and sure you’d occasionally act like a crackhead with Zane and Heath. despite all that though you’d never actually been drunk. not to the point of dealing with hangovers and lost memories of the night before. because of this you tended to gravitate toward people like Erin, David, or Jeff at parties when you didn’t want to fake it for the vlog.

however tonight Erin wanted to get plastered and Jeff couldn’t make it, yes you could’ve just hung out with David. But hanging out at a party with David is the equivalent to hanging out alone with David. sure there would be drunk adults breaking shit and screaming all around you, but nobody would be nearly as sober as you and David. everyone in your friend group constantly made fun of you for how flustered you got around the shaggy haired goofball. so a general rule you made for yourself was to keep conversations and one-on-one time with David to a minimum.

so now you’re here. hanging with the girls about to down your fifth shot of vodka. or was it tequila? who knows you’re five shots in and you. are. feeling. it. five shots quickly turned into six. and the seven. and before you can count to ten, you’ve lost count completely. next thing you know, a bunch of you are in David’s, and of course he’s filming everything. you’re laying upside down off the bed when you hear david start talking.

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you guys truly drunk.” and you don’t know why, maybe it’s the liquid coursing through your body, or maybe it’s the frustration from keeping your feelings hidden, but his comment angered you. you begin to sit up from where you were hanging, until you slipped off and landed on the floor with a loud thud. David’s camera catching everything while he laughs at your drunken misfortune. eventually Todd comes up to you and helps you back on the bed, and just before you can give David a piece of your mind, Erin beats you to the punch.

“well that’s cause you’re a fucking pussy.”

“yeah” i yelled at the camera.

“honestly. get a fucking life.” Erin added.

“Jesus, you guys are so drunk.”

“no i’m not drunk, you’re just blurry!” you defended.

as soon as the words left your mouth you could feel the contents from the night rising up from your stomachs. you quickly jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you barely making it to the toilet in time. as soon as your friends heard you throwing up they approach the door to try and help you but found it to be locked. they tried to convince you to unlock the door but every time you tried to get up to unlock it you started to throw up again. eventually you heard some arguing outside the door and then a loud bang as Todd kicked down the door.

after thirty minutes in the bathroom with Todd you were feeling good enough to go home. so Todd helped you stand up and helped Carly get you and Erin into her car before she drove you all home. before you knew it you were awoken by your bedroom door slamming open and Carly yelling for you to wake up.

“good morning Vietnam! i brought you water, painkillers, and proof of your poor decisions!” Carly dang out holding her phone up.

“what are you talking about?” you questioningly groaned out. suddenly Todd’s image appeared on her screen.

“Hello?”

“hey what are you guys doing right now?” Todd’s voice spoke out into the room.

“curing baby’s first hangover, why what’s up?” Carly asked ruffling your hair up.

“Jeff wanted you guys to go hiking with us but i’m sure y/n isn’t up for that right now” Todd chuckled.

“have you shown her the clip David sent of me breaking down his bathroom door?” Todd asked.

you shot up from your spot on the bed and grabbed the phone from Carly’s hands.

“you did WHAT?”

“i’m gonna take that as a no, feel better y/n/n!” Todd called out before hanging up.

I looked up at Carly for confirmation to which her only response was a simple shrug of the shoulders. with that she took her phone back and walked out of the bedroom

‘well. hopefully it’ll make the vlog’ you thought as you took painkillers and fell back asleep to sleep off your hangover.

a/n: this ended up being bad but oh well, and the spacing got really jacked up but oh well.. leave me some more requests!! be kind to others, and be kind to yourself🤍- s.l.k.

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dobriking · 5 years

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Bend Into A Break (3)

Summary: Not one, but two vlog-squads came with the death of Vine. And the rumored beef between you two is absolutely true! So, you and David (begrudgingly) set up a month long-retreat among your groups to film team challenges and go against each other. Y’know. For views. Pairing: David Dobrik x Reader, Enemies to Lovers, living together. Warnings: Profanity, mentions of drinking, sexual...themes?

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“David…you do realize how impractical it was to rent the party bus, right?”

David hangs out the bus by holding onto the door’s nearby pole, and carelessly swings back and forth, only his heels keeping him on the bus’ front step. He sucks his lips in, really thinking about it. Because to him it seems only practical to get everybody completed wasted to prevent the car-equivalent of capsizing from the many fights likely to break out.

So he blinks very slowly.

You sigh. “David…how is anybody going to leave like we promised if we’re renting one party bus just to take us there? And if no on-demand Ubers will be in the vicinity of a creepy, half-haunted mansion on a hill available to drive a bunch of bumbling adult babies from one house to the next because somebody forgot their stupid phone battery?”

Oh. That’s what you’re getting at.

He’s stuck letting out this crackling groan trying to think of something to say.

“Well uh,” he snaps his fingers — genius, “that’s why me and you are taking the Tesla.”

You drop your head. “We’re going to leave our groups drunk and unsupervised on a party bus together aren’t we?”

“I…didn’t think this through.”

“No, David. You didn’t.” You walk inside, your black bomber jacket making more noise for your dramatic exit than you would have liked. But to start this week out right (after the previous week of haphazardly buying and planning for this), you, David, and the rest of the crew wear the merch you promised. Well, the closest you could get to it. You couldn’t create around 18 labeled shorts and shirts in such a short time, so you gathered typical athletic styles, red and blue for each team, and scoured the internet for stitched name tags to be pinned on each shirt.

You chose our style thinking of the future and how convenient an easier way to air out would be. So your shorts are cut off at (almost) the very top of your thigh, traditional to those stereotypical 70s shorts with the neon majority and white trim. Currently you’re freezing your ass off with the clouds hanging overhead, but your jacket does something to proportionate the warmth.

You pass around the name tags to everybody standing in David’s living room, clustered in groups of two with their corresponding members.

To deal with Natalie being an outlier, David (with a pain in his heart) agreed to let her represent your team opposite Scott. You’re careful handing her the badge and she takes it with caution, pinning it in her shirt while her eyes continuously flicker to yours.

Zane and Noel, Heath and Cody, they make some contest out of who can put their badge on faster. Heath cackles and runs his finger up Cody’s chest to flick him in the nose, trying to trick him into thinking his badge is horribly off-center. Zane gives Noel the stink-eye for giving Heath the stink-eye for messing with his friend.

Corinna and Enya don’t try messing with each other. Contrary, Corinna brought Enya some lemonade and they stir their straws through the ice in unison as they talk with each other.

Toddy and Amanda (the groups’ resident hotties) stand together but don’t look. They watch the others, unable to shake their anxieties.

Erin and Emily, Carly and Chloe…they’re getting along just fine!

Actually talking!

You smile at the display ready to hand them their badges, but make it quick when you hear them mutually bashing the trip. Ouch, okay.

Then there’s Matt and Drew. They sit opposite each other on the couch, and similarly too with their legs spread and hands limp in their lap. They can’t figure out what’s so similar about them, but it’s easy! They’re both pretty tall and seem to be a voice of reason, but then they hit you in the gut with bizarre humor and blatant understanding.

At the very least everybody’s followed instructions and bought the clothes you provided them. They have their suitcases and backpacks, and while you know none of them are really prepared for what you and David have in store, they’re prepared enough.

You hop on David’s coffee table, cup your hands around your lips, and whistle.

“Okay okay, listen up! So David’s got the party bus — “

Corinna squints “But what about our cars?”

You hiss. “Heh, that’s what I tried to tell him but guess what, he still has the party bus! So..!” You pump your fist in the air; you couldn’t be less enthusiastic, “Yay…Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out. Right now I think its best we all just travel together, and when you start to go insane with being unable to leave in anything but a strobing party bus, we’ll probably drive everybody around and pick up a few cars.”

Scott frowns, impressed. “So no Tesla? Never thought he’d part with that thing.”

“Oh no, he’s bringing the Tesla.”

“Hey, that’s no fair!”

“Yeah how come he gets to bring his car but we can’t bring ours!”

You groan and your volume and intensity increase with each word, “Because he just wanted you all to get drunk and have fun and not murder each other on the three-hour drive and he didn’t connect the dots about him bringing his Tesla and you guys not bringing your own cars o-KAY?!”

You hop down and stomp out of the room. “Just bring your damn bags and stop complaining!”

David’s standing by his Tesla holding a hand to his hip and the other to his forehead, spieling his eyes from the sun beaming down from behind the house. “How’d it go?” He’s chewing his cheek. “Good?”

You shrug and drop your arms. “I dunno.” You force a smile. “Started getting mad about the car thing but I told them to shut up then left so I have no idea how it escalated.”

“Hmm, that’s good. You need to like, be more assertive.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Your voice is lost on him once you hop on the bus and look around.

It may be a little tight. Like David said, being drunk (for those who can be) might do a bit to deal with the comfort but you have an inkling a fight might break out before they even bring out the vodka. “Hey, David?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think ew should take a few people with us?” You head off but he hops on, swinging in by the door’s immediate pole.

He shakes his head, “Nah, they’ll be fine.”

You sigh through your nose and return to looking deep into the bus. “I think the fact we have to get them drunk during the transport is enough of a red flag.”

“Yeah no definitely.” You’re shocked by his ease but he shrugs. “But don’t worry.” He pats your arm. “Gonna be fun.” Then he hops back off. You back out slowly and in time to see him jogging inside the house to gather everybody. You step out and go to the back, slipping the poor driver a 50. You pat his shoulder and don’t say a word, but he still nods solemnly knowing that you mean the best of luck.

David comes out leading the group and it looks like an elementary school field-trip. He stops at the door, waving his hand to gesture one after another forward, and counts even to make sure everybody’s there. He squints, watching you take pity on the driver before giving him room to haul everybody’s things into the under-part of the bus.

You watch them get on one by one, actually worried. David can see it from where he stands. He keeps his eyes on you over his shoulder as he locks up the house, though only does that after popping into do a quick run through and make sure the doors are locked and lights are on.

While checking with the driver to make sure his address is right, he admits it is indeed crowded.

He steps over everybody to get to the back’s fridge and out he cradles bottles of champagne and vodka to the middle table, cheering “Yaaaay!” To combat the stillness. He stands back, hands on his hips and gestures the drunk. “C’mon guys, have some fun. Woo!” He claps and skips to the front, “Party time!” Ignoring the discomfort he brings Corinna and Cody particularly (Cody disturbed with her close presence and Corinna disturbed by the sheer amount of space he fills up with his spread legs).

David hops off the bus and jogs to his Tesla. You’re in the passenger seat and he slips in, buckles up, and starts it as fast as he can.

He wonders if there’s enough alcohol on the bus to last three hours. His bets are they’ll battle it out, get drunk out of frustration, and have a really good time for about an hour then pass out before reaching the third. Fourth depending on traffic.

You jump at his hurriedness, voice quaky. “Everything okay?” And buckle yourself.

He bites his tongue and waits. When the bus’ driver gives him a thumbs up he answers, “Yuuup,” before driving.

You hum. “There’s a bathroom on the bus…right?”

“Yup, yup.” He thinks so but he’s not sure. Best to assure himself that it won’t be a literal shit-show.”

You frown. “David…are they gonna die?”

He holds his tongue again. “Mhmm.”

You slump back and pick at your sleeves.

Thirty minutes in and you become comfortable enough to make yourself comfortable. You pull your legs up to the seat, though hesitate when David eyes you. Seeing you rethink your decision he shakes his hand over your lap as he turns a corner. “Oh no don’t worry — that’s nothing compared to what they’ve done in here.” You slowly bring your legs back up, and David too relaxes, thighs separated and palm press to one of them.

He sticks his hand between his seat and the center console, pulls out the aux cord, and tosses it in your lap. You play some tunes knowing full well David’s put them at the end of a few vlogs — just to be safe.

Though you get a chill when Zedd’s “Beautiful Now’ comes on and you’re treated to the (wonderfully sung) lyrics of:

I see what you’re wearing, there's nothing beneath it

Forgive me for staring, forgive me for breathing

David rolls his shoulders and sinks deeper. But the initial soft sounds of the track grow into something more powerful and you’re both ignoring it until the beat drops again:

Stranded together, our worlds have collided

This won't be forever, so why try to fight it?

That’s ironic, you think.

And on cue David says “That’s ironic,” with a faint chuckle.

You chuckle too. It’s breathy and highlights your anxiety even more with the addition of the otherwise silent car. “Sure is…”

Maybe five minutes pass, then David reaches and turns it down. He sniffles, swiping his wrist under his nose as you come to a red light.

“So, uhm…” He blinks harshly and rapidly before shaking his head at himself and forcing a chuckle. “I don’t even know what I was going to say.” You hum to soothe him. Then he snaps his fingers, “Oh yeah! So like…? What challenges do you have in mind. I have some obviously, just wondering what you have.”

“Oh. Well…” you sit up and grab your phone, turning down the volume even more and opening your notes. “I mean I had some typical stuff like a water balloon fight.” You point over your shoulder. “Brought some balloons for that —“

He takes his eyes off the road and light, “Red and blue?” and smiles are you.

You chuckle. “Yup…yup. Red and blue. So water balloon fight, the pool could be of use but I dunno, a swimming content seems too standard.”

“Right.” The light’s green and he gets going again, letting his eyes dart to you every so often when it’s the least inconvenient.

You start to stretch, wrapping your arms behind you and around the headrest. It lengthens you out and lifts your shirt a little. “I figured we’d be ordering food all month, but at one point before Heath goes too crazy we should have a cooking contest or something.”

David watches you stretch. But he hisses at himself realizing how strange it must be. You recall his hissing as a response to your suggestion however and he saves himself with “Ouch. Just gonna hand over a win like that?”

You shrug. “I mean hey, if he doesn’t pull out a hatchet I’ll gladly give you guys a win.” Speaking of hatchet, “Kind of a shame we’re in California cause a snowball fight could show spectacular sportsmanship.”

His face scrunches up. “It’s still June.”

“Yeah but still. I’d be willing to postpone for that. Snowball fight, sledding, white elephant and crap.”

He leans forward, squinting to read the sign up ahead. “Some holiday spirit would make everybody a little less angry. I’ll see what I can do.”

You find that curious but ignore it and continue. “And since we’re a bunch of adult babies I figured we’d all get a kick out of a giant pillow fort. I’m talking all through the house. We could figure out things to do in there like those games where you try to balance an egg on a spoon…only through a pillow fort.

“OOoooOoo, I like. And uhm, campfire? We could like, do a campfire. Tell stories. I mean you rented a creepy ass mansion for this so,” he clears his throat, “let’s knock some socks off, y’know?”

“…Did you just say ‘let’s knock some socks off?’”

“What’s said in the Tesla stays in the Tesla.”

“Got it…Why don’t we just shove every season of the year into one month”

“I mean hey,” you chuckle, “sounds good to me!”

You don’t have anything else to bring up, and neither does David. He turns the music back up, and after a few songs “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga comes on maybe an hour into the drive…you and David squint forward, taking in the synth instrumentals with her slick voice.

“Hey—“ your voice cracks “—what do you think about a lip syncing contest?”

David gulps. “Yes.”

Immediately David pops in your mind when you think of this song. Digging through your childhood memories you recall ‘Total Drama Island.’ You reabsorb that damn show and every little thing about it, specifically that season where the host switched teams up the last minute. But no, that wouldn’t work. You would be on different teams regardless of the shake-up being team-leaders and all.

“Wh-” you start. David looks at you, waiting. “What if it’s like, a versus battle. So like, me versus you, Enya versus Corinna, corresponding people, y’know? Instead of the entire group.”

David hums. “Yeah but, who’s going to vote?”

Can’t be your fanbases because the answer to them would always be clear.

“Uh…anonymous voting? Each person votes for who objectively did better in the battle for each battle, and then, y’know.”

“What about voting for yourself?” He shoots it down, logically.

You sit deeper in your seat and slide down a bit, neck posing your head awkwardly against the seat rather than the headrest. “I hope everybody’s mature enough to be objective…”

David leans against the center console and picks at his lips. Then he snaps his fingers, “I got it. Surprise guests. Like, I could bring Brandon and Jason.” He points at you with his thumb, “couldn’t you fly Tom here and like, get Casey? Frey? And they have to come to a mutual decision. Problem solved.”

You hum. “So to be clear me and you are dancing to ‘Bad Romance’, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

You clap once, “Good on that.”

“I mean, we both know you’ll win, so,” he says so casually, turning down the music again. It’s sickening to see him pass over the crown so easily.

You scoff. “That’s not true. You’re very expressive.”

David smiles. “Oh. Am I?”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes, unsure if this is him fishing for compliments or his ignorance. “You can shake it, David. No — you can work it. I’m not gonna deny that.”

He hums and bites his thumb.

“What?” You nod at him, beckoning him to continue. He lets out a faint squeal and shakes his head, going to different lengths from covering his mouth with his palm to his wrist to biting his fingers again to keep quiet. “David, tell me.”

“‘anks for ‘icing.”

“David — articulate.”

He giggles and repeats, “Thanks for noticing,” in a whisper. You roll your eyes and slink down further in your seat. He stutters for a moment but shouts “Hey! Y-you’re uh, you’re pretty expressive too…so.” He slaps the steering wheel and sits back at the next red light. “I said it. You’re ‘expressive’ too, okay? So who knows which of us is going to win?”

You squint. “So basically you check out my ass—“

“Hey! I did no—“

You cackle, “But you still check out my ass!”

“Okay!” He holds up a finger and runs his tongue over his lips. “Okay okay, but to be fair, you check mine out too!” He curses himself. You have the strange ability to pull facts out o your ass and whoever isn’t prepared enough for them falls right into your trap.

“HA!” No I don’t!”

“YOU SAID I’M EXPRESSIVE!”

You jump and lean over the console to get in his space. “I LOOK AT YOUR LEGS!” You slap at where they’re clothed. “Your thighs! And your waist and your chest and your arms - ALL of you is expressive, David! You’ve got this like,” you scrunch your hands up, “weird, tiny little dancer’s body!”

“Wait wait wait hold on a minute!” You lean back, cheek against your seat. “How am I worse?!” He laughs. “I only look at your ass, you look at all of me!”

“Because I look at you in an artistic way. Cause that’s what the body is: a beautiful piece of art.”

He gulps, trying to hum as though impressed with your observation. But it hurts his throat to do it and he coughs, choking on his own giggles and having to press his fist to his lips to stop it all from spilling over as he starts driving again.

He takes a deep breath, focusing all his energy on not giving himself away this time. “Well psh, how,” he takes a deep breath, “how do you know I don’t look at you like a piece of art?”

You shrug. “Cause you don’t. Or,” you hum, “wait? Do you?”

Hoping this time it’ll work in his favor, David keeps his mouth shut. Still, his lips curl fighting a smile, but he’s successful. You hum with your mouth open (“Mhmm”) and keep your jaw slack for a period before chewing on your cheek. Though you still make the effort to hum, making your thought process accessible to David.

“You know,” your hand goes over his, jokingly (of course), “I’m very flattered you consider me a piece of art. No no-not just that, but a ‘beautiful’ piece of art.”

“I mean, what am I supposed to say?” His chin goes to his chest and he shakes his head as best as he can. “I’m not a liar Y/n, so.”

“Never said you were.”

“You have a hot body so I’m gonna say you have a hot body. So let’s just —“ he swipes his hand down like a karate chop, “—stop with the, y’know, work-arounds.”

When the silence becomes too much, David notices you staring at him. Almost emotionless but with the tiniest upward flick of the corner of your lips. He does a double take, readjusts his position in his seat.

“I’m gonna ask you to rethink what you just said to me.” He squints, not sure why but you see his brows twitch while he does as asked,

Then he jumps, eyes wide and body as stiff as a board. His jaw drops before his teeth dig into his lip, then “UGH!” He slams the center console, turning the corner with one hand and waving his other around with each syllable. “How do you do that?!” When the words initially came from his mouth they came out so formally yet so casually he hardly thought anything of it. Like how he would tell Jason to cut the shit, only this time instead of just ‘cut the shit’ he said to ‘cut the shit’ in terms of dodging the notion he’s attracted to you.

You shrug and pat his shoulder. “Allll you buddy.”

“I—“ he shakes his head, “—I never said that. What is said in the Tesla stays in the Tesla.”

“Fine by me. If that’s the case guess we’re not gonna put on the record that I would totally let you rail me. So, whatever.”

What.

You dig through your backpack and crack open an Arizona iced tea. The click of the metal and bubbling of the drink as you swallow breaks some of the silence.

Otherwise, at this moment David embodies the meme of that blonde gal’s eyes jumping every which way, some math problem overlaid on the screen. He’s completely silent, and you shift, waiting. His nose scrunches up every time he thinks he’s got it but he just can’t quite grasp onto what you said.

In a tiny voice, “Well I’d rail you too—“

You throw your head back and dig your free palm into your eye — “I WAS KIDDING!”

You weren’t. Not entirely.

“OKAY WELL SO WAS I!” David’s face is so flustered you swear you could stick your hand to his cheek and leave an indent showing his true tone. You bang your head back against the headrest over and over, eventually biting your thumb so you don’t cry from hysterical laughter. He’s snickering but ultimately blinking tears out of his eyes. He shakes his head, clenching the wheel with both hands (for once). “I hate you so much.”

“Awe…” You squeeze his shoulder. “I hate you too.”

Maybe this won’t be such a long ride?