#starting to feel slightly more confident at DMing

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Ran a new DnD game tonight with my two friends from the last campaign and a couple of new people, as a sort of litmus test to see if the new folks would mesh with the group. One lady was great and will definitely be invited to play again, the other was a dude that was so obnoxious that I'm almost surprised that my eyes didn't roll right out my head.

He will not be invited to return.

[autumnscribbles]

believe me | b.s

requested by anon

summary: y/n starts getting strange DMs and seeing tweets that may ruin her relationship

pairing: brad simpson x reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, sadness hehe

word count: 1.5k (finally a long one woo)

a/n: woohoo first brad imagine!! i love that most of my requests are for brad because UM i love him so much it’s not even funny anyway hope you enjoy this nice angsty fic

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Your phone chimed continuously, annoying you because you thought you had remembered to put it on silent the night before like you usually did. You assumed it was fans talking about the new photo you posted with Brad the night before, but you were surprised when you opened your phone after rubbing the sleep out of yours eyes.

You looked at the username - @/bradsgirl2020

Most of the time, the DMs you received were from fans you knew, or at least recognized from lurking on twitter often enough out of boredom. You opened the DM anyway, assuming it was a fan, so you were curious.

To your surprise, it was not that at all. Whoever it was began telling you she had slept with Brad, seen him at many parties in LA the past few months and they have been seeing each other secretly. She continued to tell you she thought Brad was too good for you, you were ugly, deserved nothing.

You were used to occasional hate, and used to people trying to say stupid stuff to “sabotage” your relationship. You couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh, putting your phone down while you went to make breakfast. Brad was out doing a radio show, so you sat alone at the table while you ate your cereal, too lazy to put any more effort in than pouring milk in a bowl.

When you went back upstairs, your phone was blowing up again, making you roll your eyes.

This mystery “fan” was now spreading rumours on Twitter, all the fans freaking out, wondering if it could be true. Most of them defended your relationship, others were actually falling for it. I guess whoever it was made a convincing argument. You read through the hateful tweets about you, and the photos of Brad she posted, captioning it with obsessive words, making you cringe slightly.

“So weird,” you whispered to yourself.

She had no photos of herself, which meant you were unable to see if you could recognize her from any of the parties you had also attended with Brad. This is how she claimed their “relationship started”.

“He’s gonna leave her for me” the tweet read, making your eyebrows furrow. Why would someone be spreading this, so eager to get a reaction.

You heard the door open, Brad entering your house, kicking his shoes off and hanging his coat beside him.

“Hey baby,” he smiled at you, pecking your lips before going to grab a glass of water.

“Hey, so, something really weird’s been happening today,” you mentioned, not knowing how to bring it up.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked curiously, his eyes widening as he took a sip from the glass.

“So there’s this...fan I guess? A twitter account who’s DMing me and tweeting about how she’s had sex with you at parties and that you’re in love with her,” you told him.

“That’s ridiculous,” he laughed. “People try really hard, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “She keeps sending me hate though, not that it matters I guess, it just sucks to be told I’m no good for you.”

“Block her, babe, it’s not worth it,” he told you sweetly, pressing his lips to your temple. “If anything, you’re too good for me.”

~ 

You were sitting on the couch, waiting for Brad to come home with the takeaway he had promised you. You remembered what he had said and decided to go to block the account and all the ones that were backing her up.

As you pulled the account up, you saw new DMs and tweets that made you recoil in your seat.

In front of you were photos of Brad at parties like she said, a girl on his lap, kissing his beck. Another of his hands on someone’s butt, seemingly pulling them closer. They kept coming, picture after picture of compromising photos of Brad and whoever this girl was.

I told you he finds me hotter than you.

You didn’t know what to believe anymore. On the one hand, you wanted to believe Brad could never do this to you, no matter how drunk, no matter what party, what girl. The other half of you, though, stared at these pictures, taking them in, making you wonder if maybe Brad was capable of doing this, of hurting you.

Tears sprang to your eyes, your throat burning as you tried to hold them back. You scrolled through Twitter, seeing everyone talking about the photos, which had been posted. Magazine websites were already talking about it, the word “Cheating” in the title making you feel sick to your stomach.

The door opened, Brad walking in with a smile on his face, Chinese food in his hands. You turned to him, tears down your face, making his smile drop immediately.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

He put the food down, approaching you quickly. When you pulled back when he tried to cup your cheek in his hand, his face dropped.

“Did I do something?” he questioned, hurt filling his voice and on his face.

“Are these real?” you asked, showing the photos to him, his eyes widening instantly.

“What? No, of course not,” he defended. “These are fake, y/n.”

Silence filled the room, your eyes gazing at the floor, unable to meet Brad’s eyes.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked. “You believe them?”

“I don’t know what I believe,” you muttered, a tear falling onto the couch from your eye, leaving a darkened spot in its wake.

“Babe, please,” he said. “I would never do this to you, you’re everything to me.”

“Then where are these pictures from?” you asked.

“They have to be fake, y/n, I didn’t do it, I swear,” he pleaded, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

Brad didn’t cry often, and you wanted to believe him, but the pictures clouded your thoughts, unable to get the image away. Tears streamed down his face, his head shaking in disbelief.

“Please. baby,” he whispered. ���You know I would never do this.”

“I think you should stay with one of the boys tonight,” you said, barely audible. “I need time to think.”

“No,” he pleaded. “Please, let’s just forget this, eat our food, watch a movie.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” you told him. “I need time alone, to think it through.”

Brad’s tears increasingly fell down his cheeks, but he listened to you. He always wanted to do what was best for you, and this was it. He stood up, making his way back to the front door, leaving the Chinese food on the table.

“I love you, y/n, remember that,” he told you. “Please believe me.”

With that he was gone, the door clicking gently in his wake, your tears turning into full blown sobs as you put your head in yours hands. It had to be fake, how could this be happening? You tried eating something, feeling a gape in your chest without Brad beside you struggling to use chopsticks. You set it down, going upstairs, and crying yourself to sleep.

~

You woke up to a text from Tristan, a link to a tweet attached to the message. You assumed it was about the Brad situation, it only made sense that Brad would have confided in Tris.

You looked at the tweet, a fan account had posted a photo that looked almost identical to the one the hate account had sent you. This time, however, it wasn’t Brad touching and kissing the girl, it was someone else. Someone with similar features, curly hair, but it definitely wasn’t Brad.

The photos posted were edited to make it look like Brad!! It wasn’t him!!

You let out a sharp breath, relief washing over you, tears running down your face.

Tell him to come home, you texted Tristan before hopping out of bed and rushing downstairs to wait for him.

You kept looking at the picture, as if it would change if you looked away. It wasn’t Brad, he was right, it was fake the whole time. You felt stupid, knowing deep down that he wouldn’t cheat on you with a random girl at a party.

There was a knock on the door, Brad too nervous to use his key, in case you were still angry. 

You rushed to the door, throwing it open and wrapping him in your arms, tears stinging your eyes again.

“I’m so sorry,” you said into his chest, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “I was stupid, I know I should have believed you over some stupid obsessive twitter account.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled sweetly. “I don’t blame you, they looked pretty real.”

“I should have believed you,” you muttered, guilt flooding your conscience.

“Don’t feel bad,” he reassured you. “We’re okay, and that’s all that matters.”

He put his hands on either side of your face, leaning in and pressing his lips to you. The familiar warmth and feeling made goosebumps appear on your arms, wishing you could stay like this forever.

“Now,” he said. “Did you keep any of that Chinese food?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. That was the thing about Brad, no matter what happened, any disagreement, fight, breakdown, he always knew how to make you smile despite all of it.

[starlightseb]

I Couldn't Be More In Love • Ruben Loftus-Cheek

A/N: Requested by the lovely @fuxkingzzle!  This is very loosely based on the song I Couldn’t Be More In Love by The 1975

Words: 2143 Warnings: none apart from the fact that this is EXTREME FLUFF!

You are meant to hate your ex boyfriends, right? You are meant to blast IDGAF by Dua Lipa, Irreplaceable by Beyoncé and such songs until you are 100 percent over him and never want to see him again.

So why am I sitting next to my ex, in my favourite dress with candles littered across the table and my favourite meal in front of me?

-

Earlier that day

"Are you sure I look alright?" I asked Ruben for reassurance as I did a quick twirl, showing off my dress.

"Yeah, you look great." Ruben looked me over, causing me to clear my throat and divert his attention back to my face. It looked like he had been hit by a tonne of bricks. "When are you meeting him?"

I had a date night arranged with a friend of a friend, set up by one of my closest friends who claimed that this guy was "the perfect guy" for me. I wasn't too sure about the whole situation, but considering the fact that Ruben and I had broken up over a year ago and I hadn't been on a date since, I had decided there would be no harm in meeting new guys now.

Plus, Ruben and I had basically secured our relationship as friends these past months. With him back at Chelsea and me now graduated from University, we were now able to spend time with each other again. Time for the feelings once hidden away to resurface yet again. I had basically accepted that we were never get back to what we were before: two lovesick teenagers, joint at the hip and in a stable relationship.

"10 minutes or so." I answered casually, quickly checking my make up in the pocket mirror.

"Do you want me to drive you there?" He offered, twirling his car keys around his index finger.

"Yeah, that would be useful actually. If you don't mind?"

"You know I'm always here to help."

His words and his smile caused my stomach to twist and turn, that fuzzy feeling rising up. I try to ignore it as I tuck a piece of stray hair behind my ear and break the eye contact between us, my voice light and airy as I speak.

"Likewise."

-

I said 10 minutes, but it ended up being nearer 20 minutes until I was making my way out of the house with a new colour of lipstick covering my lips. I decided that red was too bold for a casual first date. I ensured that the front door was locked before stuffing my house keys into my handbag and made my way to Ruben's car, parked in the drive.

As I opened the passenger door, Ruben's head shot up and the small smile that he had etched on his face remained as he looked up at me as I took my seat in his car.

"What instagram model are you DMing now?" I sarcastically asked, turning around to reach for my seatbelt.

"You have such low standards of me." I heard him laugh as he put his phone down and started the ignition.

"Well if you are smiling like an idiot at your phone like that, it can only mean one thing." -

"Excuse me," I raised my voice to get the attention of the waiter as he passed. "Did anyone show up for this reservation before I arrived?"

It had been half an hour since I arrived at the restaurant, expecting my date to already be there considering the fact that I was fashionably late already. However, I was met with a vacant table, which has been my only company for the past 30 minutes.

Either:

a) I had been stood up, which is just the most embarrassing thing as I sat amongst all the other couples who kept staring oddly at me.

or b) He thought I stood him up and only waited 5 minutes over the time we said to meet before rushing off again.

For the state of my self-confidence and self-esteem, I hoped it was option b. However, deep down I knew it would be option a.

"No, I don't think so. Sorry." The waiter said in a rush, but did not fail to give me a sympathetic look before rushing to a table across the restaurant. With that, I had enough of waiting and decided to get a taxi back home.

-

I was hardly through the door when my phone began to buzz and a familiar name popped up on my screen: Ruben. Hesitantly, I answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how did it go? It seemed really quick?"

"How did you know that I'm back??"

"Snapchat maps, babe."

"Because that isn't creepy..."

"I was just making sure you weren't going to get kidnapped or something. You know, stranger danger?"

"Well you don't need to worry about that. He didn't even show up."

"He didn't??"

"Nope. No one."

"Dickhead."

"Yeah, but whatever. I'm just going to get changed into my pyjamas and watch some Netflix, I prefer that anyway."

"No!"

"No?"

"I mean no, don't ruin all the hard work you put into yourself tonight because of a dickhead. Come over to mine, we can watch some films."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, of course. You'll be over in 30?"

"See you then."

-

As soon as I stepped into the lounge of Ruben's house, my heart felt like sinking to the bottom of my chest. The lights were turned off and there was nothing giving light apart from the candles and the TV screen, already open on Netflix. Blankets covered the sofa and there was a strong, endearing smell coming from the kitchen. I placed my jacket over the sofa before strolling slowly into the kitchen to find Ruben dressed slightly smarter than before and fussing over a pan, stirring it with a wooden spoon.

"Ruben?" I raised my voice to get his attention, causing him to jump and turn around to face me.

"You're here!" he exclaimed before awkwardly smiling and turning back to the pan.

"What you making?" I asked, curious as I approached him, peeking over his shoulder.

"Pasta. That is your favourite, right?" He turned his head slightly to look at me. I nodded in response and bit my lip in an attempt to hide the smile threatening to make its way onto my face.

I picked up the fork and plunged it into the pan of pasta to pick out a piece to test it. Ruben watched carefully as I blew gently on it and took a bite.

"Mmm perfect." I mumbled before repeating the process but this time offering the piece to Ruben who hesitantly leaned forward and ate the pasta off of the fork I still held in my hand.

"Yeah, that is quite nice." he nodded in agreement, turning the hob off and getting out the plates. I stood back and watched him serve up the pasta with care, my heart fluttering at the sight. Do friends do this for each other?

"Parmesan?" he offered, holding up the tube of parmesan with a smile.

"Duh, of course." I laughed, watching as he was overly generous with the amount of parmesan he put on my pasta, knowing my love for the cheese.

"You can go and sit down in the lounge, I will be through with the pasta in a second." Ruben gestured towards the direction of the lounge. I nodded and slowly walked through to the lounge, taking my shoes off and making myself comfortable on the sofa. When I brought the blankets up to my face, I was overwhelmed with a familiar smell, indicating that these blankets were from his bed.

"For my lady." He finally walked through, a smile on his face as he presented me with the plate full of pasta. I smiled generously at him before he walked away again to get his plate. For the short time he was in the kitchen again, my hand went crazy over his words 'my lady' and that tingling, fuzzy feeling returned in my stomach.

I waited until he was back with his plate and sitting down comfortably beside me before I started to eat away at the pasta. He passed me the remote for the TV and nodded for me to choose whatever I wanted, which he instantly regretted with a groan as I pressed play on 'Pride and Prejudice', a favourite of mine and an annoyance to Ruben.

"Well you let me pick." I winked at him before returning to my pasta.

Soon, the end credits appeared on screen and empty plates and glasses covered the coffee table in front of us. I found myself snuggled into Ruben's side, his arm firm around my waist as my eyes began to get increasingly heavy and watery with tiredness. I unwillingly broke free of his grip as I stretched and let out a small yawn before turning to face Ruben, who looked equally tired, his eyes looking into mine before glancing down towards my changed outfit.

Half way through the film, my dress was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of food I consumed. Ruben suggested that I help myself to his wardrobe, to find something more comfy and cozy to wear. I decided on one of his football shirts and a pair of his sweatpants which seemed to be grabbing his attention an unusual amount throughout the film, every now and then, glances at the back of his shirt on my body to see his name on my back. I decided not to confront him about it.

"Thanks a lot for tonight. Really, you have made my night 100 times better." I thanked him in a sincere tone, a genuine smile on my lips.

"It was what you deserved." Ruben simply shrugged, stretching his own arms out, showing off the muscles in his arms, causing me to bite my lip slightly.

"Well, thank you anyway. I don't know what I would do without you,"  I blurted out, my eyes meeting his as I utter the words. His eyes seemingly sparkling at my words. Scared of the intimate moment, I regretfully change the mood of the conversation. "I'm sure if you do this for the instagram model you were talking to earlier, she will fall head over heals in love with you." I joked, a false laugh escaping out of my mouth.

Ruben's look suddenly turned serious. His eyes narrowed as he reached over to grab his phone. "You want to know what I was smiling 'like an idiot' at in the car?" he didn't give me a chance to answer as he turned his phone around to my face and flicked through the several selfies that I took on his phone when he left it unattended earlier that day. They were all quite embarrassing actually, each of me pulling a different stupid face: tongue out; overdramatic pout; several chins; thumbs up. When he flicked past the one with me over enthusiastically smiling at the camera, he quickly flicked back, looking at it for a moment before showing it to me again.

"That one is my favourite." he chuckled, but by this time I was unable to speak. I could feel my cheeks turning a deep shade of red and by body heating up all over. "That smile is unmatched by any instagram model." he uttered quietly before turning the phone back off again and placing it beside him.

"Ruben... I..." I finally managed to mumble, albeit in the most quiet whisper I could. He looked back at me, our gazes locking. I opened my mouth to speak again but was interrupted as he began to speak again.

"The truth is," he started, nervously biting his lip and rubbing the back of his neck. "It's always been you. Always been you that I want to see in the crowds of my games, cheering me on. Always been you that I want to see smiling last thing at night and first thing in the morning. Always been you that I picture spending the rest of my life with. The reality is, I couldn't be more in love with you."

As his little speech ended, I could feel my heart beating frantically in my chest and my hand instinctively reach out for his, bringing his hand towards my mouth to press a kiss on it.

"You have no idea how difficult it was for me to be apart from you for a year, the only times I saw you was through the TV screen." I admitted as I mumbled into his hand.

"Then, it won't happen again. From now on, it will me you and me." He insisted, gently bringing me towards him again.

"Yeah," I smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek and then his lips. "You and me."

[soft-baby-dobrik]

hi // david dobrik

a/n: YALL IM GUNNA PUNCH MYSELF HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE IM eMOTIONAL. but yaaahhh thank you all for the love and feedback of what i’ve been writing so far :’) it means so much.

summary: you and david live on opposite coasts and have been flirting and texting and facetiming for about two months and the vlog squad flies you out.

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follow my instagram (david page) <3

Nothing that has happened in the last few months was planned. Not one single bit of it. It was definitely a hope, but never seemed realistic. Commenting on David’s photos was routine for you, and mostly, it was dumb things like “punch me in the face” or “why haven’t you married me yet.” When David liked your comment and then followed you, speechless was an understatement. And to make things even crazier, he dmed you, saying, “when are you free for that wedding.” That had you speechless and then unable to find a breath. You typed a reply and that was just the beginning of this online relationship. As time went on, David added you on snapchat and then gave his number. At the beginning, you would refresh your instagram over and over again in hopes of him replying quickly. Then, it turned into David facetiming you at random times, sometimes even 3 am for you, 12 am for him. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but it wasn’t broadcast either. So, when other members of the vlog squad began to follow you, you were honored and a little puzzled. 

Before you knew it, you were placed in a group dm with some of them. They messaged you and asked if you were David’s mystery girl. Unsure of what to say, you texted David and asked what was going on.

you: umm, you friends have me in a groupchat on instagram and asked if am the mystery girl? what do i say

Not even thirty seconds later, your phone dinged with a response.

david: how did they find out? i mean, you’re not a secret, so you can say yes before they start dming random other girls haha

With David’s permission, you typed back in the group message and said yes. Next thing you knew, your phone began to blow up. Kristin complimented you, saying you were beautiful and a couple other compliments were sent your way from Corinna and Zane. As you were texting back, another message popped up from Scotty, saying, “What would you say to us flying you out to meet David?” Shock was too less of a degree to be used to describe your reaction. Without any hesitation, you typed a response, asking if he was serious. Next thing you knew, you were giving your phone number and received a facetime call. It was Scotty and Kristin behind the phone number calling you.

“Hey!” Scotty smiled.

“Hi,” you greeted, waving.

“So you’re David’s mystery girl that has him giggling when on his phone and smiling like crazy?” Scotty questioned as Kristin awed.

“I hope so!” you smiled, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks at the affect you left on David.

“I mean he didn’t give us much information, but you’re one of the few people he follows that none of us knew, so we took a guess. Anyway,” Scotty paused to look over at Kristin. “We were thinking of surprising David by flying you out here to meet him.” Scotty’s attention turned back to you as began to panic slightly.

“I don’t know, honestly, texting and facetiming is a lot different than meeting in real life,” you nervously admitted.

“I know, but trust me, David is all googly eyed for you and is all happy and giggly now, so you have to come!” Kristin chimed in. This was crazy, but so was everything else that’s occurred these past couple months.

“I mean, this doesn’t happen everyday, so I guess,” you said, then continued, “I’d love to,” with more confidence. Scotty and Kristen both cheered and smiled.

“When could you?” Scotty asked as he paused you. “I’m looking up plane tickets now.”

“Where do you live?” Kristen asked as you could hear Scotty typing. You told them where you lived and were thinking on the best day to leave. Not only would you have to notify work, but would have to miss some classes, and tell your parents your crazy predicament. 

“Next week?” you said before changing your mind. “No, the further away it is, the harder it’ll be to keep from him, like maybe in two or three days?” you said more questioningly. 

“That sounds good. I’ll book your flight for Tuesday at eleven A.M.,” Scotty said before returning to the facetime screen.

“This is so crazy,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I can’t believe this is happening. Thank you.” 

“It’ll be good for David,” Scotty grinned. 

“He’s so busy, him flying there would be hard, so why not bring you to him?” Kristin said and then cheered because you were coming. 

“Thank you so much,” you thanked again.

“We’ll see you Tuesday at the airport!” Scotty said, before him and Kristin both waved you goodbye. After they hung up, your screen returned to your notifications to see David had texted you four times.

david: what are they saying?

david: please tell me they aren’t being idiots

david: babbbbbeeeeee

david: i wanna facetime

You couldn’t help but laugh at his texts. He was truly adorable. Then, it finally hit you. In less that 72 hours, you would be there, with David in person. Feeling giddy inside, you happily clicked the facetime button. David’s smiling face was put on your screen and you squealed in happiness.

“Hey!” you grinned.

“Hey, cutie, why are you so happy?” he laughed as his fingers ran through your hair. Less than 72 hours and you could do that.

“Just life,” you responded, trying to tone down your excitement.

“What about it?” he asked.

“Things are just so good and I mean somehow, you noticed me and now you’re talking to me and you’re being all nice and flirty and life is just crazy and good,” you rambled out, leaving David with a big smile. 

“You’re so cute,” he laughed. “I don’t think you realize that I’m lucky too. You’re so cute and precious, like my life is pretty good with you in it now.” David sighed, “I just really want to meet you. I want to soon, I just have so much going on.” His lips became pouty after finishing his words. Biting down on your lip, you tried to contain your smile, so David wouldn’t suspect anything odd.

“We will soon,” you replied, looking as David seemed a little bummed.

“Not soon enough,” he mumbled.

Shortly after, you told David you had to go get ready for work, but in reality, you went to talk to your parents about everything. It took some convincing, but finally your parents agreed. For the next three days, you distanced yourself from David slightly since you were scared your excitement would cause you to say something or let something slip out to then ruin the surprise. David noticed and had asked, but you promised that it was just because you were busy with work and family stuff. He said he believed you, but seemed a little off still.

Finally, the day had arrived. Your parents were dropping you off, still a little weary of letting you go off to California with people they had never truly met, even though Scotty and Kristin talked to your parents through facetime. They hugged you goodbye, and you started your adventure. Waiting for you flight to board, David texted you, yet again asking to facetime. Your heart hurt a little since you had to decline the offer. If you called and he heard anything, it would ruin the whole surprise. You typed a quick reply before your flight was called for boarding.

you: babe, i’m sorry, i promise i’ll call you later, but i gotta go.

david: okay :(

A feeling of guilt hit your heart as you took your seat. Sending one final text, to David and then turning on your airplane mode:

you: david, it’ll be worth the wait i promise <3

With your last text, you plugged in your headphones and closed your eyes, preparing for the flight to California, to then meet David.

Your flight landed easily and you called Scotty as you exited the plane. 

“Hey!” Scotty chirped over the phone.

“I’m here!” you exclaimed through the phone. Scotty laughing could be heard through the phone.

“Okay, Kristin and I are here right now too. We’ll be in the pickup area,” Scotty replied and Kristin being her cute self, cheered in the background. “Just call me if you need anything or need help,” he added, before you both said goodbye. Hurriedly, you claimed your baggage and rushed towards the pickup area, Scotty and Kristin stood with a sign that said “y/n aka David’s girl,” causing you to giggle. You rushed over to them and Kristin leaned in to give you a hug, and you happily hugged her. 

“Thank you so much!” you smiled again as you and Kristin pulled away. Scotty gave you a side hug.

“Thank you for actually coming,” Kristin smiled, kindly. You all headed towards Scott’s car and he propped his camera up on the dashboard.

“Hi guys!” Scotty greeted into the camera. “I’m here today with girlfwiend Kwisten and David’s soon to be girlfwiend, y/n,” Scotty joked into the camera as he began to drive. You waved to the camera and felt a warmth rise to your cheeks. “So we’ve made jokes before and everything about a mystery girl, but there is one, and here she is!” he exclaimed happily. Kristen pointed the camera to you and asked:

“Are you nervous?”

You laughed slightly before replying, “I’m pretty sure anyone meeting David Dobrik would be pretty nervous.” Kristin gave you a big smile before putting the camera back on the dashboard.

“So, we’ll tell the story while driving to surprise David. So, y/n used to comment on David’s photos and David noticed her and then followed her. She commented asking why they weren’t married yet,” Scotty paused to laugh at you groaning and covering your face in embarrassment, “and David messaged her asking when she was free for the wedding.” A small smile took over your face while reminiscing on that moment. “Now, this has been going on for around two months, so everyone decided to find this mystery girl and try and get her to come here to surprise David.” Scotty finally finished the story and excitement filled you. The ride felt like centuries, and your nerves caused you to play with your fingers as Kristen, Scotty and you had small conversations, until you arrived at David’s house. Scotty unbuckled and turned the camera on you.

“Are you ready?” he exclaimed and Kristin made some more happy sound effects.

“I’m so nervous,” you admitted.

“Well, you have about thirty seconds before he’s down in the driveway!” Scotty replied, making your nerves increase. You got out of the car and hid behind on the side David couldn’t see, nor could you see him. 

“David!” Kristen called and you could hear David laugh.

“What are you doing here?’ David asked. 

“Well, we wanted to surprise you,” Scotty said. “With something or should I say, someone.”

“What?” David laughed out, clearly a little confused. At this time, you came out from behind the car and into the sight of David. His facial features changed from confusion, to pure shock. “What are you doing here?” he asked, with the biggest smile.

“Surprise!” Scotty and Kristin said together.

“Surprise,” you smiled.

“Oh my god,” David grinned, before you rushed over to hug him. His arms wrapped around your back and tugged you towards him. “You’re here,” he mumbled as he nuzzled his head into your neck. David brought your feet off the ground and spun you around, like they did in the movies and you squealed.

“Well isn’t this cute,” Scotty said.

“Thank you!” David smiled, still keeping his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him. “This is the best surprise ever!” You laughed at how David sounded like a little boy on Christmas.

“Alright, well, our job here is done,” Kristin said, heading towards the car. You went to follow, but David wouldn’t let you go.

“David, let me say goodbye and thank them!” you said as he kept his head nuzzled into your neck once again. He shook his head into your your neck. “Babe,” you giggled and he slowly let go of you. You took your hand into his and headed towards the car, smiling back at him warmly. He grinned back at you and moved quickly to hug you from behind as you stopped at the car. David hugged you from behind as you tried to walk towards Scotty and Kristen. Your suitcase was on the driveway and David remained attached to you as you hugged Kristin and Scotty goodbye. “Thank you so much,” you said with a smile.

“Just don’t get too crazy kids,” Scotty teased before climbing into his car, Kristin following suit.

“No promises,” David called with a grin as he looked at Scotty and you shook your head at David’s response. You walked backwards so Scotty and Kristin could peel out of the driveway. Once they were out of the driveway, you turned you body to face David.

“I told you it would be worth the wait,” you grinned as you looked up at David, taking in all his features. He was even cuter in person.

“Definitely worth two days with no facetime calls,” he agreed. With so much happiness flooding through you body, you pushed your body upwards so you could press a soft kiss to his lips. It was short and sweet and you both smiled in the kiss. Once you pulled away, David added, “Completely worth the wait.”

“So, you gunna invite me inside or are we going to stand in your driveway all day?” you teased, looking up at David.

“I guess, I mean we have to I told Scott no promise on having too much fun,” he smiled as you rolled your eyes.

“Not tonight, Dobrik,” you laughed, cuddling into his embrace. 

“I mean how long are you here for?” he asked, laughing as you slapped his arm. “Kidding!”

“Let’s just go inside,” you said, giggling.

“Gladly,” David smiled before grabbing your bag and running into his house. Chuckling, you walked towards the door and after you closed it, you were brought into a bear hug. Your heart pounded as you smiled and cuddled into David’s warm embrace. “I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he whispered as he hugged you.

“Well, I’m here,” you smiled before glancing up at him.

“Thank, God,” he grinned before pecking your lips. “Only problem is I might not let you go home. You might be stuck here,” he added.

“I think I could deal with that.” You both beamed at one another before leaning in for another kiss.

a/n: i just want this to happen to me :(((((( but i made an instagram page for david bc i love that cute fuck so follow please bc it’s gunna be a good time. xoxo bri

[dalethesnail-blog-blog]

I finally DMed for my Best Friend and his Wife. An open letter to under confident aspiring DMs

So I started D&D 7 years ago with my best friend, his wife, and his mother as our DM(she had serious DM mojo back in the day so her son convinced her to play with us, his wife did DM a session one night for shits and giggles). His Wife and I were new to the idea of d&d, I remember my only relationship to it was I knew a couple inside jokes from a few people I went to school with but I had no desire to try it until my best friend found out I hadn’t even tried it before.

We played 3.5 that first campaign, and I loved it. Freed a town from a tyrant, slated a wyvern and uncovered the secret backstory of one of our party members.

Eventually his life saw him headed to the east coast, and I, living on the west coast, was left to dream of playing another campaign with them someday or even continuing the one we already had(Azoth Drake my gestalt Knight/Fighter is immortalized in character sheet pdf form on my pc to this day). I can’t tell you how many ideas I had for settings and characters, how many homebrews I made with hopes I would show it off to my first d&d group one day.

One day we three reconnect and start playing a PS4 game online together, him, his wife and I that is. We decide next time we get a chance we will play a new 5e campaign(since I learned 5e and studied the books thanks to other d&d groups I recently played with in the past 2 years preferring those rules to 3.5 or pathfinder).

I get the news they are coming for New Years around September. I have months to work on things and I’m worried I will either overprepare and railroad them, or I’ll underprepare and it will be All Sunny in the Forgotten Realms(but in a bad way). Also CR, the hardest thing to do is make a fair CR for a party that is just two adventurers. We decided to do it gestalt(like our first campaign, just take two classes and get features from both each level, sounds complicated, really easy and it makes the player a bit overconfident despite still having a normal amount of health for their level and just one turn in combat) that way they can fit two roles of the party instead of having to play two characters or having me play a healbot for them. And my best friend loves the idea of making it a “Witcher” type campaign with bounties on monsters and a political plot in the overtones.

With New Years looming we tidy up the final loose ends as far as what we need to know about the world and the characters and I get the opportunity to write in a few new things for precise flavor. I even made a failsafe that I’m glad I had prepared in case of premature player character death(My interpretation of Terry Pratchett’s Death will meet them on the road to the afterlife and check one of many pocket watches, the particular one designed so that it reminds the character of themselves, he’ll then tell them their deity would be angry if he let them pass on before their time and direct them away from the light).

I got more than I bargained for for certain. They followed the first clues I gave them and solved the problems I posed in ways I didn’t expect, so I had to ad lib most of the first contract they had. At the end of it his wife’s character lobbed a rock at the fleeing commoner NPC that was the key to complete the quest, being capable of killing it with 1+ her strength mod damage. Still they came up with a way to make it work reasonably and I let them get paid.

The first night they roleplayed staying at a tavern inn. My best friend’s character off put by his traveling partner’s homicidal tendencies decided to sleep alone. His wife’s character stayed up all night partying and we rolled on the carousing table for the result. She apparently gambled and won a lot of money and became a local legend. We had a lot of fun roleplaying after that.

On the way out of town I rolled on a table for an encounter, 1d4 Goblins, and I rolled 1. 1 goblin, oh well,that’s all I would have them encounter then. I created a lovable scamp goblin who considers the roadside to be his personal kingdom, and I named him after the Tomb of Annihilation’s Queen Grabstab. They didn’t kill him despite his annoying posturing, in fact when he asked for a toll my best friend’s wife decided to toss him a gold peice, but more about him later.

The next contract I made too difficult, admittedly on purpose(not every story has to be a happy ending), they could certainly solve the mystery but getting the full amount involved saving children from an entire Night Hag coven that had already eaten them. They faced only one Night Hag and after a long battle the Night Hag retreated leaving the child they followed into the foggy marshes behind. Even then I had the payment come in the form of an IOU from that one child’s parents who weren’t able to scrounge more than a few copper at the time. They settled for a larger sum later. I plan on paying them more money the longer they give the family to earn it(and I want them to forget about it if possible so I can surprise them later with enough gold to get their characters something nice like 1d4x10 for every week they give them).

Then it happened, I underestimated 4 cultists and 3 cult fanatics. That battle was more brutal than the single Night Hag I had thrown at them before. The strategy could have used some work admittedly, they had ranged attack options they forgot about that could have been effective rather than getting overwhelmed by 7 weaklings. Also his wife didn’t move from the center of the dogpile, despite me giving her hints that she was the most logical person to attack for four out of seven enemies so long as she remained there, meaning she was taking a lot of damage every round, I was trying to convey the message without metagaming but she was confident that she could survive. Just before the end of combat her character died, a tense moment for me as I’ve never had a character die in one of my campaigns and her husband’s character managed to barely survive the final 2 enemies left after her death. He had 10 health and a new cart to carry his dead companion back to town with.

I continued the session by using my one time resurrection failsafe, I’m glad I thought ahead but I felt I had to really exaggerate that I prepared the way I would give them a chance to come back once they first died, honestly a party of two is easy to overwhelm. Hey, even all knowing gods can fuck up and install a reset button, even great DMs aren’t perfect? I don’t like fudging rolls so I had to think of a clever way to make it seem like Death itself(Kelemvor, if you will) was giving them mulligans.

Then we partied in the tavern again and her character once again made slightly less than a mountain of gold by gambling and my best friend’s character broke even. They found a royal missive asking for experienced adventurers to join an expedition to an island to investigate some strange goings on. They decide to head to a new location to hop on a boat headed for the island. On the way out of town they ran into Grabstab and allowed him to join them for the next part of the adventure.

They fought an ambush of giant wasps. Grabstab even delivered the killing blow to one of them. The fight was mostly interesting because it was on horseback while pulling a cart and the wasps could just barely close distance at full speed, it made for an action packed fight. The players even tried to get away at first, and their speed turned out to be the thing that saved them.

That was the session. I established a homebrewed world, had them hunt monsters that were in their own right the mystery to solve, I killed a PC, brought a PC back because of divine intervention(death is my employee and does what I want), and I gave them a companion character with a wacky personality.

We plan on continuing in discord, maybe in a month or two. I feel like I impressed them though, I could tell they were enjoying their time in my world.

In hindsight; convincing them to have a companion character would have been better to do sooner, I could have used it to save a character from death before having to blow a secret deus ex machina. Also, the cultists were searching for them in the background right after they entered the first town, I could have warned them that they were being hunted, it may have derailed things but at least the ambush would have been better justified. The Night Hag was a good fight, and the bleakness of the result of that quest could have been fixed, I’m thinking about having the Night Hag’s sisters strike back at some point and somehow they save more children than just the one. And I should be clear that a commoner has 4hp and a rock to the head can kill them.

If you’re ever interested in DMing I suggest you put yourself into it with the best intentions. Players will end up doing things you don’t expect, like holding their ground and fighting to their death, if you think you’re putting them in too much danger find a way to save them before they are dead, not after, I’m fine with the way I fixed it because it’s what I wanted to do eventually but I wanted to hold onto it for after a bigger fight than where I used it.

This experience was supposed to be my masterpiece but it really taught me that I have a long way to go before I’m we’re I want to be as a DM. But all the same, I appreciate my DMs more than ever. And if you are worried you might not be ready my advice is to try it out and be surprised. I wasn’t a failure, but I gotta work on this campaign for next time I run it, I know I can’t get it just right, and my players still seem invested. I can say that I’ve gotten pretty good at eyeballing the challenge rating of a fight at least. I could have killed both of them if I decided to put more than one Hag in the second quest and they reasonably could have beaten the cultists but one of them being overwhelmed without knowing it is something I didn’t see coming.

[chainhail]

my statagy:

After we made made them, im on the annoying step of dealing with social media. I jus be in the woods so this is very new. I figured I need credibility to start get people to believe it’s fire. 1) Local 2) Texas 3) United States are the people I originally went for. I made lists and started dming, email, and texting people that I have a product and need people to promote it. On instagram people don’t care for professionalism, but also don’t want your excitement to show too much. It will put too much emotional pressure on the person. They think the post will determine my emotional state of myself. If you have a mental illness mask that shit. People want to know you’re consistent but emotional consistency isn’t actually needed. Emails i’m casually professional, each email should have a reason. Follow ups work, “im really interested in you bec___ + more info”. When receiving a email back they might be non professional so you match that slightly. The person is interested but needs to still be won over with your ability to stay professional. Still in the process of gaining more credibility with a model looking person.

Gen z communication: IM GEN Z lol

A lot of people have been groomed by adults in their youth making gen z interesting to navigate. Because you want them to trust you it feels like you ought to tell them about how your safe. BAD IDEA, that’s creepy, and classically how adults mess with kids. I’m going with the slag+professionalism on Instagram. Gen z also may think you are trying to sell THem something, make sure it’s clear you are giving it to them for free. Do not use the word “gift” that’s creepy. Gen z depressed so sprinkle in why they are value, but not too much LOL. Keep a your ego deep, if the person becomes nervous about how your confidence assure them you understand a general aspect of how you relate. The people with the following has what a seller needs, Gen Z may need that explained. this speaks to how powerless we all feel lol but we have the power duh.

,Your Welcome

[pixelprinny]

Danjins & Dargons

Day 198

Adz, Jl, Bene, Shiro and I started our little adventure in D&D (technically Pathfinder, but same difference) tonight! It went pretty well although we didn’t really get all that much done before Shiro had to head out, but we got our feet wet and established what our characters are like and such.

Not sure what’s going on with JL’s Paladin being slightly... special? I dunno. It’s like he doesn’t wanna ever RP a character mine would wanna hook up with. Gawds! Some people!

Aaanyways, we started out at a bar, as ya do, and learned about our mission to clear out some mines. Why are we on a mission to clear out some mines? Damned if I know. We didn’t establish a backstory or anything, but that’s fine. This is a tutorial quest! We can figure out how/why peeps met each other later if people are feeling good about their characters and Adz is confident in DMing.

Bene is determined to throw a wrench in things, as rogues tend to do, but hye, that’s part of the fun, too. Shiro’s playing the quiet, brooding, loner ranger type, as rangers do. These guys are so archetypical, it’s hilarious! JL’s the oddball out; he might actually hafta sit down and think about his character’s personality instead of just laissez-fairing it what with him being a Paladin - typically the strictest class when it comes to kinds of characters that happen to be paladins. 

But again, we’re just starting out and testing the waters and having fun, so it’s all good. We left on a cliffhanger! Having confronted two bandits they decided to rush us after I scolded them for being in the mines we’re supposed to be investigating. I suppose I could have attempted to use a bit more tact, but we’ve got a job and I knew they were up to no good so I gave em a chance to leave.

I wonder if we’ll end up killing them, though. Personally, I don’t think it’s necessary and I’ll probably attempt to charm them (spoilers!) but seeing as this is basically “Tutorial Dungeon” it’s not like them living or dying will be of much consequence. Or maybe Adz will read this and go “Hmmm I could use them later on down the line!” ;P

Anywho, that’s that. Also, Atelier Sophie continues to be awesome. It feels a lot less structured than previous games with having to discover all the recipes through exploration, but Ive never hit a point where I didn’t know what to do next. Good stuff. Baiiii~

[everything-is-vent-blog]

Entry #1 - Monday, February 26, 2018

The day started out like any other, waking up at the crack of dawn to get ready for school.

I got ready, my dad drove me and I waited in the cafeteria until my friends came to talk.

Then i met more of my friends in the area outside the cafeteria. I forgot what we talked about, it might’ve been the drama club show, they put on Anne Frank & Me and the last night (last Friday) I filmed it so they have a copy of it. Anyways let’s dissect this group of friends, although I’m only going to be talking about three of them because they are my closest friends and will definitely be reoccurring (remember fake names) also this officially the point in which if anyone from school or my friends or family are reading this, I’ll be screwed or at least people will draw comparisons if anyone hears about this, oh boy

Kate - Knew her since 6th grade english, a nerd like myself, and although we ‘dated’ for a bit and we’re friends now, and also the fact that I might be asexual (or romantically asexual) I think I still like her. She likes D&D and we’re planning on co-DMing a game for a D&D club. Everyone ships us but, when we ‘dated’ I had such a lack of confidence that I did jack shit and now we’re back right where we were. and I only asked her out cause my ‘friends’ slightly pressured me. Idk what else to say, I guess more will be revealed

Ruby - Knew her from same 6th grade english class, really really close friends with Kate, basically sisters. We both really want to be directors and we are currently trying to find an idea to pursue and film. idk what else to say, more to be revealed and rememebred

Greg - Best way to describe him is a dick but a friendly dick, idk really how to explain the enigma that is him. A) somehow he got a girlfriend (who’s a year olde than him) B) he draws smut and just causally brings it up every now and then. He is/used to be very depressed but we cheer him up and he seems happy now. Idk what else, leaving a bit out and also not remembering a bunch

So yeah, then we went to class after discussing something, I can’t remember. History class was normal, i like my teacher, she’s nice and cool but sometimes she uses memes or is trying way to hard to be hip and cool like that one Steve Buscemi meme. Then is Geo where I blaze ahead of everyone, I got a 100% on a quiz from last week and had to tutor two kids in the class on questions they got wrong. 

Now lets get to french. In 6th-7th grade I had the single greatest teacher I have ever had in my entire ‘academic career’ she was fun, nice, caring, helpful, and the amount of happiness she emitted everyday just can’t be described with words, she was just an amazing teacher, at the end of the year me and a couple other students made a small movie with clips of students saying thank you or saying why they loved her and it was intercut with the speech before she received the teacher of the year award that year and we premiered it at our french production of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as a complete surprise to her, one of the greatest moments in my life I think. Since then, my 8th grade french teacher was the same teacher that my sister had had up to 8th grade so she knows my family pretty well, there wasn’t much that important for last year’s french. But then this year, we had french honors and our teacher is atrocious, she barely explains things in english and expects us to memorize things in a day, and also to understand her when she’s using words we don’t understand. there’s so much wrong with her as a teacher but I can’t get into it all. But it has occurred to me more than ever this year that I want to pursue film and be a director and i want to know when there are people whose job it is to be a translator for movies and also we have the internet, when the fuck will I need a language, if I go to another country I can hire someone or I can just try another means of communication and it’s not like the only foreign country I’m gonna travel to is France so yeah. 

Now my next class is filmmaking where we just watched our short films on different angle shots. Then in ceramics (which I didn’t even want but I ended up with for some reason) we just started decorating our pots and also because people in another ceramics period did bad on a vocab quiz, she’s making everyone take a new quiz on more shit to memorize. Ugh. Then was lunch, which was normal if not a bit lackluster, we talked about the normal stuff, playfully roasted someone at the table for reading the entirety of twilight and being an emotional wreck afterwards. Then we had english where we talked about an article we wrote a response to about cloning and also plans to make a mini book club to read Simon Vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda and then skip school to see the movie version Love, Simon. Then in bio, where I am one of the top 3 smartest kids in that class because at least 75% of the kids are popular thots or fuckbois and can’t do work for themselves and are mind numbingly stupid. Like usual I speed through my work with extreme accuracy. Then in gym I talked with my friend Natalie (again fake name), she’s usually the one I console in a lot, i used to have a small crush on her back when we had health together last year and when I first talked to her I was more nervous than the most nervous person you’ve seen in your life but times 10. Anyways we’re close friends now and we just talk about life, how people suck, ideas, etc. It’s dun, our teacher is laid back so instead of doing actual PE we just walked the entire time like a lot of classes.

Then when i got home my mom and I went to McDonalds to get the resurrected Szechuan Sauce which was amazing and worth the wait. Then I just did homework and shit for the rest of the night. I started watching Heathers (the original) because I watched the new reboot TV show and it was really fucking bad. i also listened to the musical soundtrack and that was good.

Last bit of the day, so a few weeks back at ruby’s birthday party she invited one of her friends Emma, and it was the first time I had talked to her (she was more of a popular kid and I am in no way popular lol). It turns out she’s not like the thots at all and is genuinely nice. We finished the night off with like a 40 minute gossip session where we talked about her terrible boyfriend and how I nor Kate had had our first kiss and other gossip which was nice to hear for once as I am someone who is always on the outside looking in (DEH reference). But anyways i might have developed a tiny tiny bit of feelings but I know she’s out of my league and would not at all be compatible with me, I mean she came to school high once so yeah. And also the only times we talk are just saying hi in the halls or as we’re leaving school and even then we don’t actually talk. She said she would try to help me overcome my confidence problems and also she joined the group of my friends who said they’d bust down my door and drag me to semi even though I think it’s really stupid. Anyways I bring this up becuase she posted on her snapchat a thing about that if “anyone wants to be friends or doesn’t want to fade away and all that then actually hmu and don’t wait” something along those lines. and I’ve been debating doing this, it’s already too late because it’s like 11:00 and idk when I’d do it tomorrow. Also there’s the whole thing of us not really knowing each other that well so it would be weird if I, a nerdy, acne faces, semi-nobody just sent her “hey’ in an attempt at making friends and all that. Here’s a perfect example of my confidence and anxiety issues. Ugh everything just sucks sometimes.

That’s all for now, fml

Yours truly,

C