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isthisthingeven0n · 3 years

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looking at her : d.d

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

requested: yes by an anon - thanks for the idea love! warnings: some angst

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dirtydobrik · 3 years

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a new assistant - d.d.

requested: yes! Could you maybe write something about David and a new assistant? After about a month of her working for him, he realizes that he likes her a lot and decides to be distant towards her. One night when they’re alone, she confronts him in his room crying. He tries to apologize and one thing leads to the next and they have a quickie in his room. Maybe almost getting caught?

word count: 1525 warnings: light smut note: this is a little different from the request, but hopefully you still like it!

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“When can you start?” Natalie asked, a look of desperation in her eyes as her phone beeped for the seventh time during your interview.

“I’m still in the process of unpacking from my move, but honestly, whenever you need me,” you replied.

“How’s tomorrow?” she suggested.

The next morning you pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath before turning your car off. You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, feeling anxious.

Natalie opened the door, and was quick to introduce you to the rest of David and the rest of the team.

You grabbed a seat and sat in on their meeting, taking notes on the tasks you needed to finish.

After working a few days, you were out running errands and heading back to David’s house to drop something off quickly.

The lights were out and the front door was locked. You didn’t have a key to his house yet, so you reached into your purse to dig out your phone and call him. In the process of searching for your phone, you dropped the box you were holding, hearing something shatter as the box hit the stone steps.

You let out a loud groan as you crouched down, realizing you had dropped the box of tester perfumes. David needed to pick the next scent to release and had been given five choices, except three of the bottles broke as they hit the ground.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cry as you grabbed your phone to tell David you were here and that the door was locked.

You heard shuffling inside and a couple moments later, the door swung open.

“I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologized. You were holding back tears, feeing horrible for dropping everything.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, brushing it out. He held his hand out for you to grab and helped you stand up. “We’ll get a new box of samples tomorrow.”

“Are you sure? I feel so bad.” You picked up the box of broken bottles and carried it inside, thankful that there were no glass shards on the steps.

“It’s fine,” David promised you, taking the box from your hands and bringing it into the garage.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked as he came back into the living room, and you surprised yourself by nodding. You were planning on picking up something from the frozen section of Trader Joe’s since you didn’t want to cook, and the thought of having someone to eat dinner with sounded nice, especially since you were new to LA and still trying to make friends.

The two of you bonded over Italian takeout, but pretty soon, you were having lunch or dinner together every day. He felt more like your friend than your boss and you liked the fact that you could talk to him about anything. He was a great friend and you found yourself getting dangerously close.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, and you were sure it was clear to everyone around you. But you worked for him and there was no way he would risk ruining the work relationship you two had. After a month of working long hours for David and spending a lot of your time around him, you noticed him start to distance himself from you. He stopped making himself available for meals with you, and you didn’t understand what happened.

One night you were out later than normal running errands, and you pulled on to David’s street. The only car parked in the driveway was David’s Tesla, which was odd considering it was 7pm and his friends were normally over. “Hey, I picked up a box of the new merch samples,” you said, unlocking the front door and stepping into the house. “And Natalie texted me to grab Chipotle, so I have that too.” “Just leave everything in the kitchen,” David shouted from his room, and you let out a sigh. He had been avoiding you for days now and you had no clue why. You set your purse, phone, and the box of merch on the island and decided to bring the Chipotle bag to David. You knocked on his door and pushed it open, poking your head in to see him leaning against his headboard watching TV. “Can I ask you something?” you asked, setting the Chipotle down on his desk, curious as to why he had been avoiding you. “Sure, what’s up?” He grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, turning his attention to you. “Was it something that I did or said?” “What are you talking about?” he asked, clearly confused. “You’ve been ignoring me completely for almost a week. I mean if I’m so bad at my job, why don’t you fire me?” “You’re not bad at your job,” David reassured you. “Actually, you’re great at your job. And that’s not why I’ve been avoiding you.” “So then why are you? Because I sure as hell can’t think of a reason.” “I didn’t want to get too close to you because you work for me. And I’m not sure I can keep our relationship professional.” “What do you mean?” you asked, and instead of answering your question, David stood up from his spot on the bed and walked over to where you were standing. He placed one hand on the small of your back and used the other to tilt your head up. His eyes met yours for a brief moment, seeking your approval. You slightly nodded, and seconds later his lips were on yours. David pulled back, realizing what he had just done. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. We can’t do this. Not when you work for me,” David muttered. “It’s okay,” you promised. “Just kiss me. Again,” you added, standing on your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck. He rested his hands on your lower back and didn’t think twice. David’s lips met yours again and you smiled into the kiss. His lips trailed down your neck as you guided him over to his bed. You pushed him down and straddled his lap. He leaned back and pulled you down with him so you were hovering over him. Your black t-shirt hung low, and David slipped his hands under your shirt to unclasp your bra before pulling your shirt off and sliding your bra off along with it. He took a moment to stare at you. “God, you’re hot,” David whispered under his breath and you could feel yourself blushing at his comment. His lips wrapped around one of your nipples and he gently twisted the other one and you let out a quiet gasp over his action. You wrapped your fingers around the hem of his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head, running your hands down his chest. You dropped your head leaving a trail of kisses from his neck to the top of his sweatpants. David readjusted himself, lifting his hips off the mattress for you to pull his sweats and boxers down. His pants wrapped around his ankles as you continued to straddle him. You brought your head back up to his, your hair falling in front of your face as you leaned down to kiss him. You hovered over David, one hand on the mattress for stability while the other wrapped around his cock. You slid your hand up and down, tightening your grip with every pump. David’s breathing was getting irregular, and you grinded your hips against him, hearing him let out of a low moan. You ducked your head down, wrapping your lips around him. You used both hands to twist near the base as you bobbed your head up and down. David was close to finishing but you both froze as you heard the garage door open. “Shit,” you muttered, sitting up. You scrambled to grab your shirt off the floor, your face flushed. David pulled his blanket over himself as you ran into the kitchen to open the box of merch you had dropped off. You pulled out a few pieces and tried to act like you were doing something productive. “Hello?” Taylor yelled. “Kitchen,” you shouted back. “What’s going on?” she asked, kicking her shoes off and placing them by the front door. “Just sorting through the samples for David’s new line,” you said as she took a seat on the stools. “You’re a terrible liar,” she chuckled, pointing to the shirt you were wearing, before grabbing a handful of pieces from the box to help you out. You glanced down and noticed it was inside out and you had grabbed David’s instead of your own. “Also noticed your bra on the floor of David’s room. Probably should’ve shut his door on your way out,” she added and you felt your face turn red with embarrassment. “Please don’t say anything, to anyone” you begged. “Relax. Your secret’s safe with me,” she promised and you let out a sigh of relief. A couple minutes later, your phone buzzed with a text from David: come back when taylor’s gone. i owe you

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vlogsquadssquad · 4 years

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davids perfume

summary: y/n and David have an unspoken crush on each other but David releases the perfume ad and y/n doesn't know what to think

a/n: all this Charlotte and David drama had inspired me to write this. love you guys!

warnings: swearing, a teensy bit angst.

mood board:

- your pov

“alright guys, you ready?” david asks as he has his hand on the remote ready to push play.

i’m sitting next to him unable to sit still. our eyes meet as he glanced around to everyone. i smile, “yes, dave! i’m so excited, push play!”

he looks at me almost apologetically. and hesitates. “actually, i-“

“give me that!” i snatch the remote and push play and rub his shoulder as the music starts. he smiles at me with his lips but his eyes say something else. i watch the screen and the whole time he’s watching me.

my eyebrows raise at the more romantic parts of the video. he places his hand on my knee and i’m startled. i look to him and smile like everything’s ok. but my heart is on fire. i feel sick. as the music slows down a scene of her laying in the sheets and his hands all over her, my jaw drops. i didn’t know they were together. he squeezes my leg and i slowly make eye contact with the man next to me. i laugh in disbelief, and look back to the screen. the ending. finally.

“soo, what’d you think?” he asks everyone but only looks to me. i’m shocked and i don’t know what to say. how could i say it’s broken my heart in a million pieces, i’m in love with you but we’re only friends?

ilya finally chimes in, “dude, it’s a soft core porn. i’m gonna go wack it.” everyone laughs as ilya fakes going to his room. i’m still shocked. i just slept over at his house for a movie night and he had a girlfriend? i mean i slept on the couch but still.

“y/n? did you like it?” he asks me.

“yeah, i mean, wow, it’s just-it’s great! who directed it? i need their info now!” i chuckle. david smiles.

“you really liked it? your opinion is important to me.”

“uhm, well yes. i loved it.” i try to reassure him. “it’s very... romantic.”

“yeah, well all those ads are-“

my phone rings. “hello? yes. okay well can- so the part is booked? well i thought- okay i’ll be there soon.” i hung up the phone and smiled to david.

“i have to go, but i loved it. i’m happy, you’re happy, we’re all happy!” i shout as i grab my stuff and head out the door.

on the drive to my agents office i can’t help but feel the tears in my eyes. i try to stay calm and collected.

- davids pov

i head to my room looking for my phone. I find it on my nightstand and text in the group chat. “thoughts?” not even a second goes by when my messages are flooding in.

“where's part 2?”

“that was hot!”

“relationship goals!”

y/n ‘liked’ that last message.

I slumped on my bed and I checked twitter. everyone was losing their minds. I felt overwhelmed so I checked tiktok, then instagram. maybe filming the ad wasn't a good idea. my manager convinced me to do it.

as I scroll through instagram, I see charlottes post. “our kids?” I read aloud, confused. I comment back something very professional when I see y/n already liked the post. this is my worst nightmare. I think she thinks Charlotte and I are an item. I call y/n but it goes to voicemail. fuck.

I decide to livestream to occupy my mind. message after message I see people talking about the video. I very quickly try to shut it down the best way I knew how.

“congrats on the girlfriend, Dave.” I read and tried to laugh. “I don't have a girlfriend” I continue to laugh.

- your pov

its night time now. davids tried calling me 4 times now, but I just can't face him yet. how could I? its so complicated. I think I love him and I think- or I thought he loved me too. now I realize the flirty tiktoks, the insta stories were all just for likes and views. I place an order for chipotle. David was the one who got me hooked on it. I sigh and throw my phone on the couch.

I put on some comfy clothes, aka a big shirt and no pants. I go to grab a drink from the fridge and I slump in the couch waiting for my food. as I scroll through all my social media I see people fawning over David and Charlotte. post after post, Im breaking as I read every word they're saying. my eyes go foggy with tears once again and I hear a knock on the door.

“coming!” I wipe away the tears and grab some cash to tip. I open the door and im met with a beautiful face.

“hey” he breathed. “I don't need any money, but thanks.” he smiled.

my hand fell and my body felt warm. “hi, come in!”

“thanks, uhm, I tried calling but...”

“yeah, i’m sorry, i’ve been busy.”

“have you?” he asks.

I shrug and pout my lips. “I don't know what you want me to say, Dave.”

“I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling.”

“I don't want us to be weird. you're my best friend.” I confess

“y/n, I can promise you, it won't be weird.”

“I don't even know how to put it in words...” there's silence as I search for the words.

“y/n... ?”

“i’m so happy for you and Charlotte,” I look to the floor. “I just-i think ive been falling for you and didn't realize, but I promise ill be over it I just need some space, I don't want our friendship-”

“okay, ill stop you there. there's no Charlotte and me. that video was filmed months ago, and it was awkward and a joke because those ads are always- look, it wasn't serious. it was for the ad, it was jacks idea, and I-”

“yeah, but that worries me too. is everything just about money and views for you?”

“what? y/n, how could you even say that, you know me!” his eyebrows were furrowed and his face was turning red.

“I don't know, I- I didn't think you'd exploit your relationship like that either-”

“there's no relationship!” he yells.

“I know, I know, but it makes it a little questionable still. Am I just a source of views for you, David. be honest.”

“no. not at all. I didn't know how to tell you but... fuck it. i’m insanely obsessed with you. i’m pretty sure you're my soulmate and when I think of my future, I always picture you beside me.” he sighs and takes my hands. “I want my life with you. after watching your reaction to the video I realized I made a mistake and I understand if you're upset with me. but I don't want to waste time anymore.”

I slightly smile. “you could've asked me to do the ad, i’m an actress you know.”

he chuckles. “I thought about it. but I didn't want to exploit you, despite how you think of me.”

I playfully slap his chest and bite my lip.

“I don't think that, Dave.” i’m almost whispering.

“good” he whispers back. “can I kiss you, I feel like this is a good first kiss momen-” I push my lips to his. the kiss is soft but David puts his hands on my waist and pulls me in deeper. my whole body melts into his and I feel whole. my life feels whole.

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ahhhhhhhh so cute! thanks for reading!!!!

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lvrdream · 4 years

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belonging | dobrik

anonymous said: Hey so I had something pop up in my head out of nowhere and it's gonna sound crazy but I'll give it a shot! Can you do one where the reader started distancing herself from everyone and everyone is noticing so they come up with a plan but it doesn't end well, in the end, she tells them that she doesn't belong there and that she doesn't fit in. It ends with fluff or whatever🤪

plot: y/n feels like david would be better off without her

a/n: i got carried away and this strayed a little bit from the request but i hope you like it! send me some david or shawn requests!!

david, of course, was the first one to notice when y/n started to come around less and less. he started to notice that she would blow him off, especially when he made plans with the other members of the vlog squad. he thought maybe one of their friends had made her uncomfortable, but couldn’t come up with a single person that was a common thread, so then he thought that maybe it was just him that was the problem. maybe y/n wanted to break up, david thought, but was quickly proved wrong when carly had asked him why y/n was acting so distant recently.

mariah suggested the thought that maybe she wasn’t feeling the group settings, so she invited her to go get coffee, and y/n accepted after being reassured multiple times that it would only be them.

when mariah and y/n met for said coffee, mariah tried to dance around the subject for a while, but eventually, she found the words tumbling out of her mouth.

“so, david mentioned that he thought you might be wanting to break up with him…” mariah says, but it comes out as more of a question, and truthfully, she was kind of scared of how y/n would react and even more scared that y/n would confirm david’s doubts.

“what?” y/n almost chokes on her coffee. “why would he think that?”

“i don’t know…” mariah says, but quickly continues, “we’ve all noticed that you have been hanging out with all of us less.” y/n nods her head slowly, and moves her gaze from mariah’s face to the window, not wanting her friend to see the water that seemed to quickly form in her eyes. the two girls stayed quiet for a couple minutes, that seemed to drag on for hours, mariah started to wonder if y/n was going to ever answer her.

“i…” y/n starts to explain, but quickly closes her mouth. “if i tell you this, you can’t tell anyone okay? not david, not heath, absolutely no one.” mariah nods her head. “david and i have been together for almost a year and a half now, and we have obviously known each other longer than that, but a couple weeks ago, he mentioned that he wanted me to move in.” y/n takes a sharp breath, the tears in her eyes only collecting more as she talks.

“you don’t want to?” mariah asks softly, grabbing y/n’s hand that rested on the table.

“no, no. i mean, yes, i do. so bad. but i feel like… i feel like david deserves to be with someone so much better than me. he deserves someone who can be one of the stars of his vlog. someone who makes him laugh the way the rest of you can make him laugh. i’m just normal, boring old me. i’m not a youtuber or have a crazy talent, i have a desk job, and…” y/n can’t bear to continue, she lets out a sob, but quickly covers her face, trying not to get the attention of the other coffee drinkers in the cafe.

“oh, honey, you know david doesn’t care about all of that stuff. he loves you, y/n. so much.” mariah squeezes the hand that isn’t covering y/n’s face.

“i know, i know. and i love him more than i have ever loved anyone. i just feel like i don’t belong, riah.”

when they left the coffee shop, mariah quickly broke her promise to y/n and called david. it broke david’s heart to hear that the girl he loved with his entire heart was struggling to feel like she fit in with the people he considered family.

david quickly made his way over to her apartment and let himself in. he found her asleep in her bedroom with the tv playing reruns of grey’s anatomy on a low volume in the background. he couldn’t help but smile at her. he slipped off his shoes and crawled in behind her, making sure to hold her as tightly as he could without waking her.

when she woke up, she wasn’t expecting to find herself in the arms of the love of her life, but nonetheless, she snuggled closer to him. she didn’t quite realize how much she missed him until she was in his arms after avoiding him for what felt like weeks.

“baby?” david murmurs, when he feels her move.

“hi.” she whispers, back, suddenly feeling guilty for the ways she’s been acting and feeling.

“i miss you.” he says, softly kissing the crown of her head.

“I’m sorry.” she says, trying not to cry for the second time.

“hey, it’s okay.”

“mariah told you?” y/n asks and david nods.

“don’t be mad at her, she told me you told her not to tell me.”

“i’m not.” y/n says, pulling back to finally look at him.

“if you’re not ready to move in with me, you could have told me, you know? i would never be mad at you for not being ready. we’ll get there eventually, baby.”

“that’s not it, dave. trust me. i would follow you to the end of the world if you asked me to.” she sighs, “i just wonder if you would be better off without me.”

“why would you think that, y/n? i think i might die if you leave me.”

“i’m so normal.” y/n says, and pulls away from david, causing both of them to feel cold. “you deserve to be with someone extraordinary.”

“you are. and just because i don’t put you in the vlog much doesn’t mean that you mean any less to me than the people i do, or that you don’t belong in it. i have so many clips that would have made it into the vlog if it wasn’t you. and as awful as that sounds, i just don’t want to share you. and besides that, the fans love you. they’re always commenting on how pretty you are or funny and how they want you in it more. i’m sorry, i just didn’t want to share you, i never meant to hurt your feelings.”

“david,” y/n turns back to her side to look at him, “you never made me feel like this. it was nothing you did, okay? i’m sorry. and you don’t have to share me, i’m all yours.”

a month later, so much had changed. y/n now didn’t distance herself, it didn’t happen overnight, but with david’s constant reasurance and mariah being there for her to talk to, she started to feel like the way she did when she first met david. they were planning on moving y/n in as soon as her lease at her apartment ended. she spent more time at david’s than her own anyway.

one morning, y/n woke up to a post notification from david’s account with the title being “SHE KEEPS TRYING TO MAKEOUT WITH ME” she furrowed her eyebrows as she clicked on the notification.

when she presses the play button, david’s face appears, and he says “hey, guys, it’s david.” with a giggle before it cuts to the intro screen.

“soooo, many of you know that i have been in a relationship with a very pretty girl for about a year in a half. if you didn’t know, this is her.” he says as he points over to a part of the screen and a picture of y/n pops up. “very pretty i know.” he laughs, “anyway, some of you have been demanding that you get to see some more of her.” a bunch of screen grabs come up of fans asking for david to post more of the two of them or just y/n in general. “so, i thought i’d give you an entire vlogs worth of her.”

the screen goes black, and then y/n appears, asleep in david’s bed. david screams and y/n jumps up. when she sees that david is fine, she flops backwards and rubs her eyes. “you’re a fucking asshole david dobrik.” and david laughs.

then it cuts to y/n’s twenty-first, way before they started dating, when they had just met. y/n was gone. she smiles at the camera, posing for the picture, but laughs loudly when david says “it’s a video, do something!” and you can see the panic that goes across the plastered y/n’s face. “david! i don’t know what to do!” she whispers, with a hand halfway over her mouth like the camera could no longer see and hear her.

it then goes to a couple months into their relationship, when david set up a camera in his living room to film a sit down portion of his video, when y/n comes in, and lays across his lap, not even noticing the camera. “i hate you.” she says.

“why?” he asks, with a loud laugh.

“i don’t, i love you.” her first i love you. david glances down at her in shock.

“for real?”

“don’t make me take it back.”

it cuts again, this time to a more recent day. this time, y/n is pretty certain that the clip was filmed by jason, “why won’t you just kiss me!” y/n yells, as she sits on david’s lap, with her hands on either side of his head.

“we need to do the podcast, babe” not budging.

“give me love, and i’ll leave you alone.”

“how about i give you a kiss, and you never leave me alone?” david smiles.

“even better!” she yells, leaning down, before it cuts off, and david appears again.

“so, yeah!” david claps. “that is only some of my favorite clips of her. i have so many more, that you probably will never see. but i promise that i won’t keep her to myself anymore. i hope you love her just a fraction of what i love her. but yeah! i’ll see you guys the next vlog! byeeee” the vlog cuts, and y/n grins, wondering how she could ever feel the way she had, when she had everything she had ever wanted.

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pattinsonsgurl · 4 years

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It’s True - D.D. Blurb

Small blurb: I was listening to this Mexican Banda song that reminds me of my ex so I translated it to English and as I was writing it it gave me like a little bit of David Angst vibes. The part where David talks is the songs lyrics.

You’re in bed trying to fall back asleep but you’re anxious, since tomorrow’s a big day.

Your phone rings and you see David’s name flash across the screen so you answer unsure of what he might want.

David starts speaking obviously drunk,

“I want you to know

That I don’t love you

Even being drunk

I don’t remember you

You were just a fun time

Something not important

I don’t suffer your absence

It was easy to forget you

I want to yell in your face that I have someone else

And she does it better than you

I don’t need you, who told that I love you and that it’s still you who’s the owner for this heart

That’s not true, I’m not a dead man

I’m doing better without you

If you think I’m lying and I love you still

Well guess what, it’s true..”

You hear David sobbing and hiccuping on the phone uncontrollably then you hear Natalies voice trying to calm him down. She gets on the phone and says she has to go and that she’s sorry he’s calling again especially tonight. She hangs up the phone.

You sit there with the phone in your hand staring at it. You look at the time. It’s 3am and you have to be up at 6am to get ready for hair and makeup. Then you look at your left hand with your shiny engagement ring and wonder if you have cold feet.

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poisxnyouth · 4 years

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

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

word count: 6k (i’m sorry)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

David sees you make a slight face, scoffing humorously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you drinking tonight, honey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, going quiet, nothing left to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.”

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

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munsonstyles · 4 years

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BOYFRIEND DAVID INSTA STORIES

i stayed up until like three am last nights hurting my own feelings by making this 🥺 please reblog if you like it ❤️

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soft-baby-dobrik · 4 years

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pretty girl // david dobrik

a/n: this was not requested but this gave me some VIBES that needed to be addressed SHITITITITIT.... this may be too specific but let me live okay quarantine got me feeling some TYPE OF WAY FOR MY BABY DADDY DAVID

summary: the vlog squad buys an a huge inflatable hot tub and david notices how good you look in your bikini

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Most of the time being apart of David’s crazy ass friend group meant complete and utter chaos. Everything was absolutely crazy at all times. David’s camera flash was blocking out light while everyone was loud and being complete fools. For once, you were excited for a vlog idea. You had proposed as a joke to buy an enormous hot tub because I mean, who wouldn’t want to relax in a hot tub? With that idea, an inflatable hot tub was bought within minutes. What could you say, the perks of being friends with them means they’ll go for any outrageous ideas. This was just one of the few ones that benefited you. While you didn’t want to be recorded in your swimsuit, you were at least happy to be sitting in a hot tub. You also bribed some wine out of the boys which Natalie and Corinna were happy about. After a couple weeks, the night finally came for the hot tub party. You were excited, but couldn’t help but to feel a little nervous sitting in your bikini. David agreed to pick you up since you were going to drink and he didn’t want you to worry about a ride home, so he offered to pick you up and drop you off. As much as you wished he would of offered for you to stay the night, you were at least thankful that he was a kind enough friend to let you drink and be your D.D.

It was finally time and David had just pulled up. You rushed out of your house and into his car in excitement. You had your bikini in your bag ready to go.

“Hey, y/n,” David grinned as you flopped into his front seat. Luckily, the night hid the slight flush of your cheeks as you sat.

“Hi,” you smiled back, buckling up quickly.

“Well someone is in a rush,” David laughed loudly, beginning to drive.

“Listen, there’s wine and a freaking hot tub, this is any girls dream,” you responded back. “Honestly, I would tell you to speed since you can afford a ticket, but I am a law abiding citizen,” you added, with a joking attitude.

“Anything for you, princess,” David joked, shaking his head. Without trying, he made your heart skip a beat. This was an ongoing joke between the both of you. David joked that you were like a princess since you wanted your way, and usually got it.

“Listen here! Just because I don’t put up with no bullshit and follow some rules does not make me a princess!” you exclaimed with a smile.

“That is exactly what a princess would say,” David smirked, turning of the music slightly.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you turning up the music to tune me out,” you scoffed, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to turn that down? Is it too loud for you, princess?” David teased, biting back a smile.

You gasped and crossed your arms over your chest dramatically. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my wine with you. And no you keep blasting the music, because I AM NOT A PRINCESS,” you said the last part loudly.

“I couldn’t drink the wine anyway cause I have to drive you home because you are a princess,” David responded, matter of factly.

“Okay, you offered the ride!” you exclaimed. He just kept driving, laughing and shaking his head at you. By this time, you had reached his house. Both of you peeled yourselves out of his car and headed into his house. Much to your happiness, you saw Zane and Matt, whom you haven’t seen in awhile. You rushed up to Matt and gave him a bear hug.

“Ugh, Matt, I missed you!” you smiled, as he hugged back.

“I missed you too,” he responded, kindly. Zane stood there with is lips pursed.

“Well fuck me then, shit. Guess you didn’t miss me,” Zane said, rolling his eyes. Quickly, you left Matt’s arms to wrap your arms around Zane’s neck dramatically.

“I missed you so much, Zane. I haven’t see Matt in weeks and I saw you last week, but I missed you so much!” you squealed, jokingly. Matt laughed from next to you and Zane finally hugged you back.

“That’s better,” he exclaimed. After a small hug, you both pulled away.

“So, now that I have my two favorites, let’s start drinking,” you smiled.

“This is why I actually miss you for the week I didn’t see you,” Zane smiled. already heading to the kitchen to find the alcohol. Matt followed quickly behind. You giggled and shook your head at them. As you walked in further, you saw David lingering in the kitchen.

“I didn’t get that reaction when I came to pick you up,” David said, sassily. A slight laugh left you.

“I saw you like three days ago, David,” you responded, heading over to the wine bottles on the counter.

“And I’m the one who is driving you home tonight so I deserved a hello like that,” David exclaimed, jokingly.

“David, if you want a hug from y/n, just ask nicely. No need to be jealous,” Zane joked, making your breathe hitch in your throat. You felt the familiar feeling of your face becoming flushed.

“I was just joking, Zane,” David laughed, slightly awkwardly. As you looked at him, you noticed a slight blush on David’s cheeks.

"Oh, so you don't want one of my hugs? That's fine, they're too good for you anyway," you shrugged, jokingly, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Quickly, you came over to the wine bottle and poured some into your wine tumbler. "Also, this is my wine bottle!" you said, hugging it tightly to your chest. "I will not be sharing," you added, looking directly at Zane. He pretended to be offended and you shrugged. Zane had already started drinking and so did Matt. In the other room you saw Corinna and Natalie. With your wine bottle in one hand and wine tumbler in the other, you headed over to them.

"Hey, boos," you smiled, sitting down next to them happily. The couch had been pushed in the way corner to make room for the hot tub. Todd and Jeff were loudly in the other corner and Heath and Mariah had just walked in. They both said hi with a big smile.

"We were just talking about you!" Corinna exclaimed.

"Me?" you laughed, beginning to sip your wine.

"Yeah, we think something is up with David and you," Natalie said, bluntly. You choked on your wine the second you heard those words come out of her mouth.

"W-what?" you stuttered out, gulping down another sip of wine.

"I can't explain it, there's just something there," Corinna said, pursing her lips at you. Your face once again began to flush and you could see the smirks taking over both of their faces.

"There's nothing going on," you said, continuing to sip your wine to try and calm your nerves.

"You look guilty," Natalie said, knowingly.

"Seriously," you said, keeping a straight face.

"Nothing? At all?" Corinna asked, not believing you.

"Well nothing is going on between him and I. Just friends," you mumbled out. Without realizing, your face gave away all the information they needed.

"Do you like him?" Natalie asked, grinning.

"No!" you exclaimed. Your eyes scanned the room, nervously. Luckily no one was paying attention.

"Listen, if you do, you know you can tell us," Corinna said, smiling.

Groaning, you chugged the rest of your wine tumbler. Both of them stared at you with furrowed brows and amused faces. "Look, of course there's like a little crush. I mean doesn't everyone have a little crush on David?" you spoke, quietly. Immediately after you spoke, you started to throw the wine bottle back, letting the wine try to calm your nerves.

"I fucking knew it," Corinna said, with a huge smile.

"I hate you both," you breathed out, biting your lip.

"First of all, not everyone has a little crush on David. Don't try to make it not seem important," Natalie said.

"It's not," you whined out, scrunching your face in frustration. "Let's not talk about it. It's one sided and the more I talk about it, the more awkward it is and then I will be awkward all night and I don't want that. I want wine and a hot tub," you rambled out.

"What if it's not one sided?" Natalie said, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at you.

"Exactly," Corinna added.

"Except it is. I don't want to consider it and get my hopes up and make everything weird," you sighed. Before they could argue any longer, you heard the boys start to become louder.

"Hot tub time," Zane sang out, excitedly. You were the only one not changed besides David. After that conversation, you needed more wine, so you threw your head back and began to chug the bottle. In the background, you could hear Zane and Matt cheering you on. Once you got up, you felt slightly dizzy for a couple seconds. You grinned at Zane and Matt and took your bag back towards the bathroom. David was coming out of his bedroom, still fully dressed.

"Why aren't you in a swimsuit?" you asked, confused, definitely starting to feel the effects of all the wine you chugged.

"I'm filming," David laughed, holding up his camera. He had changed into a yellow shirt and now had a hat on his head. The only thing you could focus on was how good he looked right then.

"Well, that's lame," you bluntly spoke, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

"Does the princess not approve?" he joked, laughing.

"I'm not a princess," you whined, over this joke. "You just have this cool hot tub in your house and you're not even going to go in! That's lame."

"Well, I have to get some footage," he said. "Everyone's going to be drunk soon and we bought a fucking ginormous inflatable hot tub. It needs to be documented." You shook your head before continuing down the hall a couple feet to the bathroom. David stood in the same spot staring at you. "Are you drunk already?" David asked, with a huge smile on his face, when you looked, you saw his camera facing towards you.

"Don't worry bout it, sweetheart, don't worry bout it!" you exclaimed back, giggling at yourself for quoting that vine. He laughed loudly in response before you flicked him off and closed the bathroom door. Once the door was closed, you began to change into your swimsuit. The second it was on, you looked up to the mirror to see yourself. Nervously, you looked over yourself. It wasn't a common occurrence to be in a bikini in front of everyone. Actually, you never had been before. Something about it made you nervous. Finally, you exhaled and folded your clothes up and picked up your bag. There was noise coming from the living room as you padded towards it. No one noticed you at first, but once you started to set your clothes and bags on the couch, Zane and Corinna began exclaiming at you. David stood while everyone else had gotten in the tub. Every part of you tensed when everyone was looking at you. Zane and Corinna were hyping you up with the best intentions, but you felt yourself start to panic. With the wine bottle in your hand, you tried to laugh away the feeling.

As you looked at everyone, shaking your head, your eyes met David. He was looking right at you. His teeth were biting his bottom lip so hard, you thought he was going to make it bleed soon. His eyes scanned you up and down and you could feel your whole body become hot all over. One of the boys loud noises broke your eye contact. Both of you looked over to see Zane drowning in the hot tub, making you burst out laughing. David's camera was trained on him immediately. Music bumped through the house as you began to sip your wine again. Finally, you climbed into the pool next to Corinna. Todd was sat next to Natalie, making her roll her eyes constantly.

"So we can't talk about David eye fucking you?" Corinna asked as your body began to relax in the hot water.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. If you admitted to what Corinna was saying, you would end up doing something very ballsy since you were starting to really feel the wine.

"You both literally had the longest eye contact I've ever seen go on, and he definitely wasn't just looking at your eyes," Corinna said, smirking. It was no use arguing with her, so you shook your head and focused on everyone else.

Hours passed and to say you were tipsy would be an understatement. Everyone had pretty much filed out and Natalie headed out somewhere, so it was just you in the hot tub. David had just closed the door behind Zane as his uber got here. He walked back towards the living room where you were sat comfortably in the hot tub.

"David!" you exclaimed, giggling. He laughed and shook his head at you.

"I'll be right back," David replied, grabbing his camera and heading down the hallway. You quietly sat and continued to sip your wine. David came out a couple minutes later shirtless and in swim trunks. Without meaning to, your eyebrows raised at him.

"Whatcha doing?" you asked, watching him walk towards you. He held two towels in his hand.

"Getting in the hot tub," he replied, stepping in. "Not being lame anymore," he added, making you laugh loudly.

"I may never leave this tub," you replied, throwing your head back. David sat next to you and tried to take the wine out of your hand. "Hey!" you exclaimed, looking at him.

"y/n, you don't need anymore wine," he laughed, as he held it in his hand. Your bottom lip jutted out as you pouted. He looked at you as he took. a big sip.

"You can't drink! You have to drive me home, David!" you screamed, trying to grab the wine out of his hand.

"Do you want to go home?" David asked. The question caught you off guard and your face changed to confusion.

"What?" you asked, not understanding.

"Or do you want to crash here?" he asked. His eyes were staring at you and the glass of wine had disappeared. His body slowly started to come closer to you.

"I can crash on the couch if that's easier for you," you said, staring at him. With the heat from the hot tub and the way David was staring at you, your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Or you can stay in my bed," David started, moving even closer to you. By now, his hand was grazing your shoulder and his legs were almost touching yours. "I'll take the couch," he finished, looking you up and down. That made sense. The fact you almost thought he was going to invite you to sleep with him like out of the blue? Stupid. You nodded, feeling your eyes become tired. With the warmth of the water, you let your eyes close for a minute and relax into the tub further. Once your eyes were closed, you felt something brush some hair out of your face. When you opened your eyes, you saw David with his hand on your cheek. "You are so beautiful," David mumbled, looking at you with his lip tugged between his teeth. "Such a pretty girl," he continued, looking your up and down. Your mouth parted slightly as you began to breathe uneasily. He can't just say that in a friendly way right? Or are you drunk and reading in to it too much?

"David," you breathed out, blinking to see if you were losing it. "I'm drunk," you blurted out.

"Like too drunk to remember tonight?" he asked, taking his hand away from your cheek.

"Well, no, but I'm," you couldn't find the words to finish a coherent thought.

"That's good, princess," David said. This time, he didn't say it in a joking manner. There was no laugh after. This time you didn't even fight him on it either because truthfully, it sounded so nice. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" David asked, turning his body to face yours so his face was lined up with yours. Your skin felt like it was burning all over with his words. "Like, you are so pretty, when you came out earlier, just wow." The way he was looking at you made your whole body melt.

"David," you exhaled, gulping nervously. "You can't talk like this," you whispered.

"Why not?" David asked, moving closer to you.

"I'm drunk and I will act on impulse," you mumbled out, continuing to look at him.

"That doesn't sound bad to me," he responded, letting his fingers trail on your shoulder and up your neck to your cheek.

"David," you groaned, feeling the tension building between you two. Once you let his name out, David was leaned into you, his lips hovering right over yours.

"I'm not drunk, but I'm going to act on my own impulse," David whispered, making your whole body tense. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours roughly. Although the initial part of the kiss was rough, he began to slow it down. His lips moved against yours gently as his hand snaked its way down to hold your waist. Both of you moved in harmony and before your mind could process, he was pulling your body to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. Both his hands found their way to your waist as you continued to kiss. There was no fight for dominance since David was in charge the whole time. You just followed his lead. Your fingers made their way up to entangle in his hair, gripping the ends every time your fingers ran through them. He finally pulled away to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and to your collarbone, making your whole body melt into him.

After some time, you pulled away, with ragged breathing. "David," you whispered.

"Like I said, such a pretty girl," he whispered, biting his bottom lip.

"What the hell was that?" you asked, in a complete daze.

"I-well," David paused for a second, leading a stray hair of yours behind your ear, and letting his thumb rub your cheek gently. "Honestly, you just came out looking so gorgeous in your swimsuit, I couldn't control myself anymore."

"Anymore?" you asked, looking at him, confused.

"You think all this just started tonight?" David asked, laughing. "This has been built up for months. Every time I see you, you're so beautiful and I cant focus on anything else besides you," David finished, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

"Well, shit I guess Corinna was right," you whispered out, making David look at you confused. "Well, uh, earlier, she asked if anything was going on between us and I said no and she thought so, and I admitted of course I liked you, I mean everyone likes. Every girl likes you," you rambled out, making David laugh loudly. "Okay, so I didn't say it as romantic as you," you grumbled out.

"I think it was adorable," David smiled. "So why don't we get out and get you in bed? You've been in here for way too long," he laughed out. Dramatically, you stood up, wobbling slightly from the alcohol. David stood up as well and grabbed the towels. Both of you climbed out and began to dry yourselves off.

"Do you still have to sleep on a couch?" you asked, jutting out your lower lip to pout. This made David laugh loudly. He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"No," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body leaned on his. With your head against his chest, your eyes began to close. "Alright, let's get you to bed," he laughed out, seeing you get comfy. Sighing, you stood up and walked to his room behind him. He handed you some dry clothes of his and left the room for you to change, going to change himself. Right when you opened the door, he was waiting outside. His eyes looked you up and down and huge smile overtook his face.

"What?" you asked, puckering your lips.

"You look so adorable right now," he responded, shaking his head. You shuffled over and went into his warm embrace. "Alright, princess, let's get you in bed," he spoke up after a couple moments. You couldn't hide the smile that overtook you as you both headed into his bed. Without hesitation, he pulled your into his arms and you happily cuddled into his warm arms. The alcohol had left you more tired than you thought you'd be. Before you knew it, you started to doze off to the sound of David's breathing.

a/n: so this was REALLY LONG!!! but this gif of David had me feeling SOME TYPE OF WAYYYYY and i hope you guys enjoyed :)

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captaindodson · 4 years

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Killing Me Softly (d.d oneshot)

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 700+

Authors Note: This has been sitting in my drive for a long time so I thought I’d post it. I hope you enjoy!

I still see your face everywhere. On billboards all across Los Angeles, all over social media, your presence in such a large city is inescapable. I remember when I was at your side but also when you still loved me or did you love me at all? I walk alone along this empty sidewalk in Los Angeles kicking small stones, searching for the piece of myself that you took away from me. A cold wind blows past as I pull my jean jacket tighter into my body trying to block out the attacks of the wind and protect the warmth I still have left. I continue my journey down this empty sidewalk to the seven-elven down the street from my apartment.

“Damm, I should have brought a warmer jacket,” I mumble to myself.

I halt my movements once l hear a familiar high pitched, annoying, but adorable laugh. The wind blows my hair past my eyes as I look over to my left and see a restaurant with a patio right next to the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. I notice a large group of people sitting at a long table. A couple of brunettes, blondes, alongside a man with grey hair, sits at this long table. A man wearing all black stands tall behind those brunettes, holding up a camera with a cellphone flashlight shining brightly over the people below.

The golden rays of the setting sun do not blind me but it illuminates the man's figure along with mine on this empty sidewalk. It’s almost if time had slowed down, cars still pass by but his brown eyes meet my red-rimmed eyes for the first time in months. Memories of our eight months together flash through my mind. The lonely nights of us together, the fun we would have together with everyone at 3am, sneaking into college residences, the whole nine yards. Life with him was a fairy tale in real life. He was the prince charming I was looking for. For example, he would even buy me little nick-nacks from Chicago when I couldn’t get off work to go with him. He became so intertwined with my life, I couldn’t see life without him in it.

But, these memories are quickly shadowed by the last few months of us together. The fights caused by jealousy, the isolation from the outside world, the toxic friendships, all the negative aspects of dating someone who is in the public eye. We broke up rather quickly after things escalated and David told me something that shattered my world. He yelled that he never loved me and those were the last words I ever heard from him. I had asked Natitle to collect any stuff that was mine and I would swing by and get it at the gate. After that, no one tried to reach out to me except for Jason. He told me that if I ever needed someone to talk too he’d be nice enough lend a shoulder. I told him I appreciated it but I never called him back. It has only been a few months since we broke up and I’ve done a good job in avoiding him or anyone from the vlog squad throughout the city.

What broke me out of my trance was the light taps of rain hitting me. I closed my eyes and shook my head trying to wake myself. I open my eyes again and I notice that the man hasn’t stopped staring, his phone is at his side and the camera is now facing the ground. His friends start taking notice of his strange behavior and start turning their heads in my direction. I move into a light jog to try and escape his and everyone else's view. The rain starts getting harder and I start running faster using my black purse as an umbrella. By the time I get into the seven-eleven I’m soaking wet and panting, forgetting why I even came here. I wipe the water from my forehead with the back of my jacket sleeve as the clerk behind the counter gives me a look of sympathy. I give him a tight smile before I just stare out the windows of the seven-elven watching the rain hit the ground and wash away down the street. I start hugging my wet purse into my chest as I tell myself never again get entangled into the world of David Dobrik.

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dirtydobrik · 3 years

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design ideas - d.d.

plot: you and david disagree on the designs for his next merch collection

word count: 1150

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“Babe, come take a look at the new designs,” David shouted from the couch, where he had his laptop open to the new merch line and sample products.

You dropped the knife that you had just finished using into the sink and carried your plate of apple slices and peanut butter over to the living room. You set the plate down on the coffee table, eating a slice as you settled into the couch next to David. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him.

“So this is the logo for the new collection,” he said, pointing to multicolored bubble letters spelling out Clickbait. “We’re going to put it as a small logo on t-shirts and a large logo on hoodies, and the words are going to go down the leg on the sweatpants,” he explained as he clicked through the mock up design ideas of pastel colored clothing, phone cases, and phone cases.

As he scrolled through the different pieces, you found yourself unimpressed by the line. It didn’t really feel personal or authentic to him or his brand.

A frown formed on David’s face as he noticed your lack of enthusiasm regarding the designs. “What’s wrong?” he asked, suddenly worried about the new line.

“Nothing. It’s just, I don’t totally love it,” you admitted, shrugging your shoulders and popping another apple slice into your mouth.

He leaned forward and setting his laptop on the coffee table so he could turn and face you. “Why not?”

You took a deep breath, not wanting to hurt his feelings, “It just doesn’t feel like you.”

His eyebrows knit together, confused by what you meant.

“I mean, it’s super trendy and the pieces are cute, but come on David, you’re never going to wear anything from this collection after you take promo shots,” you explained.

David was still puzzled by your reaction, he had expected you to love the line. “Is that a bad thing? If the pieces are trendy then people are going to want to buy them.”

“It seems like a cash grab, Dave,” you shrugged, watching his face fall.

“A lot of work went into this line, babe,” he sighed, not sure about what he was going to do now.

“And I’m not saying that you can’t release it.”

“But you hate it,” he reminded you.

“I don’t hate it,” you groaned, taking a deep breath to gather your thoughts. “I guess I just don’t understand why you’d sell pastel hoodies when you basically live in black. You should design and sell merch that you would wear.”

“You’re right,” he replied. “But that’s all I’ve ever really released for merch and I wanted to try something new,”

“So ease into adding colors to a collection, babe. You can slowly change your brand but it comes across as really inauthentic if you do something just because it’s trendy.”

David nodded, listening to what you were saying. He appreciated how you explained your thoughts from both a business and personal perspective.

———

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” David said, getting up from the couch to grab water from the kitchen. You had spent the evening watching David stream and then put on a movie after cooking dinner.

“I’ll be in soon. There’s a few things I need to finish,” you said, tilting your head over the top of the couch as David leaned down to kiss you.

“Don’t stay up too late. I love you,” he whispered, kissing you again.

“I won’t, I promise. I love you, too. Good night babe,” you smiled.

You waited until David was back in his room to pull your iPad and apple pencil out of your purse. David’s laptop was still on the coffee table and decided to send yourself the rough sketches of his new merch. You had interned for a fashion designer when you were in college studying graphic design and advertising, and you wanted to come up with some way to redesign it that felt more authentic to David’s personality without completely changing the entire line. You opened Procreate and imported the logo. You didn’t care if he didn’t love your ideas, but you wanted to remind him of what he used to release.

You played around with different color palettes, trying to see what worked and what didn’t with the merch he had previously released. After a few attempts, you decided that the outline of the letters should be multicolored and the clothing pieces should only be sold in neutrals: black, light grey, and white. The line was still fun and appealing to the masses, but it was more grounded than his original design he had shown you.

You found the process both exhilarating and entertaining and you spent some time creating new logo designs and color palettes for future merch drops, although you didn’t seem to care if he didn’t want to release anything you created.

A few hours later, as you were putting the finishing touches on your ideas, you heard David’s bedroom door open and he shuffled across the hardwood floor until you were in his line of sight.

“I thought you said you coming to bed soon,” Dave pouted, his eyes half open as he sleepily rubbed them.

You glanced down at the time and realized it was nearly 3am. “I’m sorry, I must’ve lost track of time.”

“What are you working on?” he asked, sitting next to you on the couch and reaching for your iPad.

“Just a couple of designs ideas,” you said, before reluctantly handing it over and warning him that you still needed to tweak a few things.

You nervously chewed on your bottom lip as he scrolled through your art, your eyes flickering between the screen and his face. “You obviously don’t have to release anything I came up, but I had a few ideas on how to rebrand yourself, if that’s something you’re interested in.”

“My girl is insanely talented,” David grinned, leaning over and kissing your neck.

“Tell me more,” you insisted.

“She’s also insanely hot,” he whispered, his hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine. “And I think she should work for me,” he added, pulling you on to his lap.

“Oh really?” you giggled, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and kissing him. His hands gripped your hips and he pulled you into him.

“I’m serious,” David said, ruining the moment. You pulled away from him, not sure what to say. “You’re talented, babe. And your designs are good. I want to release them and I want you to help with future designs,” he explained.

“David,” you sighed. “I appreciate the offer and I’m more than happy to help when you need me, but I just want to be your girlfriend, not your designer.”

“Are you sure? I pay really well.”

“I thought you said you don’t mix business with pleasure,” you teased, kissing his jawline.

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vlogsquadssquad · 4 years

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summary: Charlie puth invites David to a get together where David meets y/n and they hit it off.

a/n: a teensy weensy bit angst but im 100% making a part 2 of this with a happy ending so no worries!!!!!!!!!

warnings: language

mood board:

-- 3RD PERSON DD & CP

“hey what are your plans for Saturday?” Charlie asked David as they finished up a bit for the vlog.

“umm, nothing really. im kind of in a fog right now. why?” David took a bite of his apple.

“well im throwing a small little kickback at my house. a few of my music friends are coming and it might get you some good connections, if you'd like.”

“dude, that's fucking sick! name drop! is Selena Gomez gonna be there?” David asked excitedly.

“no, no, Selena doesn't really do too many social events anymore. she's going through a lot...” David raised his eyebrow as Charlie looked to the ground. “but you know who will be there? y/f/n!”

“shut the fuck up dude are you serious?” Davids heart dropped at the thought of y/n at the party. he's been crushing on her for a bit, and has been dying to meet her.

“yeah, I mean she texted me she would, why are you all giddy?” Charlie punched David on the shoulder playfully, but secretly didn't want David to say he had a crush on her because truth was, so did Charlie. what's not to like? she's humble, kind, funny, easy-going, and down for anything.

“oh, uhh... no reason, just she's a pretty popular singer right now. good clickbait.” David said with nervousness in his voice. he didn't want to admit that he had a crush when he hasn't even met her.

“alright, well ill see you at the kickback then. bring some friends!” Charlie tried not to sound worried or suspicious. he’d have to keep an eye on the two.

-- YOUR POV

I really hate going to parties. but Charlie promised it would be chill and just a way to destress. ive been in a fog with my album im writing. I have great songs but I need two more and im stuck on what to write about. maybe the party will be a good thing.

-texts w - Charles 🤪 -

< should I wear something casual or ?? are we dressing nicer lol

you look great in everything! >

maybe party casual if that's a thing? >

< thought it was a kickback you ass! lol but thanks for the heads up. see you there, Charles! 😉

-end texts-

he hated when i called him Charles but i love messing with him. after careful examining of the clothes i had, i decided to go as I was. it was an easy going outfit but I still looked put together. I had no one to impress anyways.

-- 1st PERSON DD

“dude, im so nervous.” i whispered to Ilya, who knew of my crush.

“its fine man, don't be a pussy.” i took a drink of my water and grabbed my camera to film with Benny Blanco a little he always had something funny or interesting to say.

“Charles!” I heard from the living room. i didn't think anything of it and kept filming with Benny and Jeff. a little while goes by and then Benny looks over my shoulder.

“hey, y/n/n! so good to see you!” i froze. y/n went and gave benny an inviting hug and then turned to me. her eyes were easy to melt into.

“hi, good to see you, im y/n” she went in for a hug. she smelled beautiful.

“oh, hi. im David. big fan.”

“and im Jeff, wow you look so great, can I get you a drink?”

i rolled my eyes at Jeff trying to make a move. of course he's into the same girl I am.

“oh, im ok, I actually don't really like to drink.” she's so kind and gentle as she speaks.

“so how is the album coming?” benny asks her.

“its... not.” she laughs lightly but I can tell she's stressed. is it too early to tell her I already know her inside and out? am I crazy for watching all her interviews, tiktoks, and instagram stories?

“im in a fog,” she looks to the ground. how are we already so compatible? “I want two more songs but im having trouble finding a conclusion to the story im telling. maybe there isn't one, I don't know.”

“what's the story you're trying to tell?” I ask feeling very brave and comfortable already.

“basically my current dating life.” she slightly blushes. “its so hard dating and every time I start to like a guy or I know of him and I already have a crush on him, it doesn't end well. and I have these little romances I write about but they all end in either piggy behavior or ghosting.” we laughed along with her. her smile was radiating.

“maybe I can help, do you wanna go to Charlie’s studio?” Benny asks her.

“you're an angel! yes! ill repay you in food.” she laughs. as they walk out, Im watching her. she moves so flawlessly. “hey, you can come too. might get something good for the vlog.” she smiles to me. my heart is beating out of my chest. she watches my videos or at least knows of me. “cool, thank you.” I say trying to remain calm. she also pulls Charlie in and he drapes his arm around her shoulder. they're just friends.

as we get seated in the room, Benny starts asking her questions. “so, we know what message you're giving but how are you delivering it for the album? what's the feeling? want to play us a song that captures the vibe?”

“well I only have the instrumentals for the songs but I can play one live?”

“great, lets do it.” Charlie smiled to her as he handed her a mic.

“don't post this anywhere, David” she warned.

she brought warmth to my cheeks. “nope, ill only use it as blackmail.”

her laugh was such a gift. I could tell jokes all day just to hear her laugh again.

she played a beautiful song that was slow and powerful and all about heartbreak. it hurt to hear her go through that. then benny asked for another song. this one was more pop. like id hear it on the radio, but still deep.

the rest of the night was them composing songs and some stupid jokes here and there. safe to say she's the most down to earth and funny person in the room. the fans will go crazy that im here with her. im going crazy that im here with her.

-- YOUR POV

I spent the whole night in the studio with some amazing people. I found myself taking it all in and being so thankful for my life. ive known of David and watched his vlogs pretty frequently too, but being with him was a whole different experience. he gave great advice and genuinely helped me through some of my block. he gave a listeners point of view and had fresh ears. it was nice. he even offered to walk me to my car.

“I figured you'd have like a limo waiting for you outside or something.” he joked as we walked toward the street.

“nope, that's just youtubers.” I joked back.

he laughed, “ouch.”

“thank you for your input tonight.” he chuckled. “no, I really mean it. I think I know exactly how I want to end the album.” I look into his eyes as my back is pushed against my car.

“where's your mind at?” he looks back to me.

“loving myself. I know it sounds cliche, but isn't the greatest romance of all, the love you have for yourself? tonight was the most fun ive had, and it was just hanging out with friends talking about endless things.”

he nods as he takes my words in. “you're really secure with yourself. I like that. its going to be a great album.”

he leans in and for a moment I think he's going to kiss me which I don't need right now. then I see his hands go low to the handle of my car door and he opens it for me.

“oh, I can't take a hint, huh?” I joke with him.

“no, not at all. I just know you're excited to go home and write your new hit.” he says almost seriously.

“thank you” I whisper. “and also, can I get your number? id love to do something fun for the vlogs.”

-- DAVIDS POV, NEXT DAY

“il, it couldn't have gone better! she asked for my number, bro!”

“that's fucking sick. imagine you dating one of americas sweetheart, music icons.” Ilya pokes at David.

“its not a fucking joke, I really think there was something there but id really like to get to know her better.”

“who are we talking about?” Charlie asks as he enters the room. David had texted him to meet up for a bit they were doing.

“uh, no one.” im quick to reply knowing they're` great friends and I don't want any drama.

“oh ok... so what'd you think of y/n?” he asks me.

“oh she's great, yeah, I was editing some last night and I think I'll keep some parts in.”

“yeah, she's so easy to be around. I think im gonna ask her out, she's kind of the girl of my dreams, and im like 99% sure she's in love with me too.” he says almost marking his territory.

I look to Ilya and he just half smiles. “oh, that's great man. yeah you should ask her out if you're in love with her. she's a great catch.” my chest falls as I say it aloud. I really thought she liked me.

part 2

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future-entertainer-creator said: Hey! So shes been friends with David since the beginning of time. They were always with each other. When Dave moved to LA she had to stay behind for college (she didnt want too). So fast forward a couple of years to know, she just completely snaps, says fuck it n moves to LA. She calls up Natalie n Jason to suprise David on his birthday. So they blindfold him and lay him down on the floor. She sits and suprises him and they have a how moment were they finally reunit after so long.

plot: y/n moves across the country to (finally) be with her best friend.

a/n: please please please send me some requests!

one of the first people david met when he moved to vernon hills was his best friend, y/n. chances are that if you found one of them, the other was close behind. and that was true all the way up to the day that david moved to los angeles in 2015. now, just because david moved halfway across the country does not mean the two fell out of touch with each other, it actually meant the quite opposite.

david made sure to spend as much time as he could with her when he visited home, but when he first moved to los angeles, he didn’t exactly have a bunch of money to come home, so his trips were rare and short. and y/n had no money to spare either, she was a college student afterall. david and y/n texted all day, everyday, and facetimed at least a couple times a week. staying in touch with each other just came naturally to both of them.

when something big happened in y/n’s life, david was the first person she called, no matter what, and same with david. no one really understood the connection the two shared, not his friends in los angeles, nor their friends at home. all of them just kind of assumed that the two were secretly dating and didn’t want anyone to find out due to david’s rising fame. while both of them wished this was true, it wasn’t. both spent years pining after the other, but classically, neither wanted to lose the other if the feelings weren’t returned, so they suffered in silence.

now, eventually, y/n graduated college and naturally, she just wanted to be with her best friend. so, for david’s twenty-third birthday, she decided to surprise him by moving to los angeles. so, she called natalie, another one of her best friends, and told her the big news.

“so... as you know, i just graduated.” y/n says into the phone.

“yes, i know. i was there, y/n/n, you know we’re all very proud of you. in fact, i think david has said ‘i’m so proud of her’ more times than I could possibly count.” natalie says, trying to expose the brunette boy.

“well, what would you say if i told you i was considering moving to la?” y/n asks shyly, completely ignoring natalie’s comment.

“what?!” natalie screams into the phone, causing y/n to yank the phone from her ear for a couple seconds. “y/n, oh my god! i’m so excited!” natalie says, with a huge smile.

“really?” y/n asks, “you don’t think david will think it’s weird right? i just don’t want to step on his toes, i know how much he loves it in california.”

“y/n, you don’t know how many conversations i have had about living in california, and how many times he’s almost just jumped on a plane. to see you.” natalie reassures.

“what?” y/n asks softly.

“y/n, david loves you with all of his heart. i really don’t know how you don’t see it. and don’t get me started on how he doesn’t see how much you love him.” natalie adds.

“anyway... i just… miss him… so so so much, natalie. and i have some job offers there, and i’ve been looking at apartments, i think i found a nice one, i’d just need you to go look at it before i got there, if you have time.”

“yes, of course i will, and i know you miss him, because he misses you just as much. i think the hardest part of leaving vernon hills was leaving you, y/n.”

“no, no… he told me already, it was leaving his family.” y/n explained.

“you are his family, y/n. you were his first friend in chicago, and you have stuck through everything with him. you are everything to him, y/n/n.” once natalie finishes, y/n pauses for a long time before she finally answers.

“he is everything to me too, nat.” she says softly, almost scared that natalie will actually hear her.

“i know.” natalie reassures. “anyway! i for one am so excited, i miss having you around, seriously, i need a girls night, away from mr. crybaby.”

“well, i planned on surprising him on his birthday, do you think that would be okay?”

“i think you’ll be his favorite present.”

“okay, okay. i’m actually doing this, huh?”

a couple weeks pass before y/n finally arrives in los angeles. she actually arrives in town the day before david’s birthday, but almost all of the group was celebrating in vegas for the night. natalie managed to convince david to have the celebration the night before, that way y/n had the night to settle in and actually be able to surprise him on his actual birthday, natalie had come up with a lie that david had a very important meeting the day after his birthday and would need to be back to his normal one hundred percent for it.

so, now, it was david’s birthday, and the group got back around noon. y/n was to be at the house at one to surprise david. almost everyone knew that y/n was coming to surprise him for his birthday so they made themselves scarce, wanting to allow them to have a moment when she arrived.

at one, y/n pulled up to david’s in an uber. she walked up the drive and texted natalie that she was there. once she sent the text, y/n took a deep breath, suddenly becoming nervous about surprising him, and finally, she knocked on the door.

she moved to the side so that david would have to open the door to see who was at the door, but it didn’t take long for the door to swing open.

“hello?” david asked, not seeing her yet, but she stepped out of her spot and finally into his line of vision. “y/n?” david asked with an excited smile.

“happy birthday, bub.” she said with a smile before practically tackling him in a hug. “oh my god, i missed you.” she says in his ear, burying her face in his neck. she decided that she wanted the moment to last forever. his arms were secured tightly around her, and she was okay if he never let go.

“what are you doing here? oh my god. how long are you staying? never go back.” he rushes, burying his face in her hair.

“okay.” she agrees with a smile, pulling her head out of his shoulder to look at him, with a bright smile.

“what? don’t mess with my heart like that, bug.”

“i’m not. i moved into an apartment last night. i didn’t want- no. i couldn’t be that far from you anymore, bub.” she says shyly, hoping that he was okay with her moving to halfway across the country. “i would have a long time ago if i could have.”

and david decided, if she was brave enough to move across the country for him, he could be brave enough to kiss her. so, he did.

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