#vlog squad fiction

[terristarstrike]

Meet The Students of Westshore High:

Khadija Saleh: Khadija is the student body president of Westshore High and the occasional righthand assistant of the principal. Born of Palestinian and Egyptian descent, she is a proud Arab who rallies her fellow students with impeccable speeches and a leading spirit. She gets her experience of being in front of the camera from being the school's morning show host. As Bailynn's closest human friend and confidant, she is supportive of her half-Jotuzon friend embracing her true identity.

Khadija enjoys go-kart racing with her friends, and studying ancient Egyptian mythology in her free time, an interest that she inherited from her Egyptian archeologist father - although she's more bonded with her Palestinian mother. She becomes fascinated with the unexplained phenomena surrounding the town of Westshore, and wants to dive deeper into the mythology of the Jotuzons.

Cassandra Levi: A Jewish-American theatre kid with an attachment to her mothers' baking, Cassandra is the tallest and klutziest of the team, but still knowledgable when it comes to Westshore's paranormal encounters. You can always find her in the library, researching on Jotuzons or getting caught up in a good fictional adventure.

Cassie may not be the bravest or the brightest, but she remains loyal and present to help her friends with their issues. She is a passionate member of the school's drama club and wants to be a movie director after she graduates. She lives in a downtown apartment with her two mothers, and her Labrador dog Licorice. Cassie is a lesbian but is unsure of whether she wants to start dating, but her first love is her moms' sufganiyot and challah bread. She is also fiercely anti-Zionism, and very protective of her friendship with Khadija.

Chelsea Taleb-Stiles: A Lebanese-American (or Christian Lebanese-American) fashionista and a respected member of Westshore High's cheerleading squad. With her go-go boots and signature pearl necklace, Chelsea mostly spends her time spreading gossip about the celebrities her rich white stepmother is associated with, while also showcasing her daily life on her internet vlog series.

Sharing the space with Terrina at Westshore High causes her to use her platform for good, giving the Jotuzons a positive social reputation to combat alien-phobic protests. She's also looking to go into the dating scene, though it can be a lot trickier than what she's seen in those sappy teen drama shows. All in all, she may come off as the typical mean girl, but she's a lot more fun and sweeter underneath her exterior.

Sprite De La Rosa: Sprite is a Mertilian of Afro-Dominican and Haitian descent, born within the depths of the Caribbean Sea. Currently residing in the Pacific Ocean, she was brought to Westshore after a ferocious storm separated her from her family. While she's learning to walk on her two human legs, Sprite is educating her fellow students about her Dominican culture, and she even gets to be a beautician and hairstylist for many of her friends, believing in the value of Black and Latina haircare.

Sprite is a hopeless romantic who always loves good romantic fiction, whether they're in movies or books. She's eagerly waiting for her true love to come her way, but she values the love and care of her new team. At school, Sprite is a volleyball player, but is hesitant about joining the swimming team, as she is wearing her magical shell necklace to hide her mermaid secret from the other students.

Izzy Scott: Sassy, unorthodox, and full of pride, Izzy Scott doesn't care what people think of them. They have a fashion sense and a mindset of their very own. Izzy identifies themself as a nonbinary, autistic lesbian - the ultimate triple threat to society! - but all they really want is to make new friends and maintain a friendship.

Izzy lives with their divorced father, who may have a hard time understanding their gender identity but loves his child unconditionally for all of their decisions. They are a member of the school's soccer team, they love to dance around in P.E. class, and they have a hard time focusing in the classroom when they're watching videos in the middle of learning. Izzy may not come off as a social butterfly, but they're passionate about spending time with their team and embracing the fun of being part of a team.

[chiltonlola]

HII!! My name is Lola and I’m 31🔁. I have green bright eyes, mid length brown hair and I’m 5’3! I love Gilmore girls and reading, Colleen hoover books are my go-to. I have a mixed music taste, I love Lana del rey, Taylor Swift, beabadoobe, cigarettes after sex, faye Webster, flyleaf, deftones, smiths, Radiohead, WHAM!, Duran Duran, Alex g, eyedress, current joys and Billie Eilish.

My favourite songs are let the light in, tumblr girls, Tulsa Jesus freak and bad habit. I love Fan fiction and YouTube. My favourite YouTubers are sidemen, beta squad, daz games and vlog squad(I love when people document their lives). My favourite subjects are history, art and English which I hope to do very good in for this new school year. I want to be a writer.

I’m in my healing era and I’m the happiest I could ever possibly be!!! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

I love mamma Mia and early 2000s movies!! I used to dress up in very dark clothing and used to listen to Rock/metal music a lot!! I still do sometimes.

If you want to really get to know me, I’m one message away. 🤍

[vlogsquadssquad]

secure

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

[brokendave]

stuck in the same germ pool - j.w

a/n: hi (the anon i got requesting i write this wanted fluff and ask and you sha’ll recieve but sis u know how hard it was to not make this angsty)

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: quarantine with jeff

Day 6 of quarantine you finally ran out of food. Cooking for two every single day of the week was not only exhausting, but last night you ended up eating soup made from chicken broth that had lived in Jeff’s cabinet for God knows how long and vegetables on their last leg and although Jeff did not complain, you knew it tasted disgusting. 

“We have to get groceries,” you huffed and closed the refrigerator door. Jeff did not look up from his laptop as he took his phone out of his pocket and tossed it on the coffee table.

“Uber eats something. Or order groceries for delivery.” 

“But I wanna leave the house,” you groaned. Now Jeff looked up at you. “Please.” You stuck your lower lip out in a pout and Jeff shook his head. It’s only been six days of total isolation but the entire week prior to that, you tried your best to stay inside and truthfully, you were going crazy. There was only so much of the same scenery from your balcony that you could handle. But, Jeff was not budging. 

He was initially the one to take it a little less seriously. Still going out and seeing his friends, taking Nerf on hikes, eating out every night. You had to practically beg him to come home but once the realization of how serious the situation was, his mindset completely changed and now he had a hard time even letting you go downstairs to take Nerf to the bathroom.

Although you were bored, you had to admit that sometimes it felt like a blissful vacation with just you and him. Most of your days were spent with him while he worked. There was always somebody around whether it was his assistant or his friends. And even now, he’s always on the phone with somebody but now you can hang up the phone and there’s not much he can do about it and you being his only form of entertainment - well, it had it perks. 

He was happy to be stuck in the same germ pool as you for the most part but there were days when he truly wanted nothing to do with you. When you were so annoying that he wanted nothing more than to ship you off to the grocery store and pray you’d have to wait in line outside. Days when you wouldn’t leave his side. Days when you’d ask dumb questions that made no sense but there was nothing to think about anymore and he was the only one to listen to the crazy things your brain conjured up in it’s solitude. Days when you traced every inch of his body looking for weird spots and bumps to dissect and worry about. Those were the days that made him question his sanity but then there were the days when he loved you more than anything. 

Those were the days when you’d put your playlist on shuffle, blast it as loud as you could in your thin walled apartment and dance all around. In between the rooms. On the counters with a spatula as a microphone. Nerf in your arms. Those days, he would dance with you. The dancing led to touching which led to kissing and eventually, the two of you would be tangled together on the same counter you danced upon. 

“Are you going to at least let me go down to the door to collect the groceries, then?” You asked. Jeff smiled and pushed the phone closer to you. 

“Well yeah, I’m going to need help bringing up the massive haul,” he teased. Jeff thought it was funny how stocked you made the apartment before the total lock down. He teased you for buying the value boxes of pasta and three loafs of bread but compared to how completely empty his fridge was, the haul was well needed. 

“Well you must feel very silly right about now because that massive haul, only lasted us a week.” 

“Five days. Yesterday absolutely doesn’t count as a good eating day.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to order your groceries online and within a few hours, they were at the door. Jeff handed you one glove and took the other and told you to only touch the bags with your gloved hand and nothing else so you did as you were told and after they were all on the counter, you both threw your gloves away. “You’re not gonna sanitize all the food?” You joked. 

“I probably should, shit,” he joked back as he started to unpack the groceries. “Chips Ahoy? Really?” He laughed as he slid the box into the cabinet and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Gotta live a little in these trying times, you know?” Jeff laughed and having remembered something special you ordered, you slid the bag you were slowly unpacking out of the way and began to dig through the others to find it. “Speaking of trying times, I got us this!” You pulled out the game of Twister.

“Twister?” 

“Yes. Since we can’t get our hands on a Switch.” You smiled sweetly at him. A smile that says I told you to preorder it and you didn’t so now this is your punishment. 

“Great. Strip Twister it is, then.” Jeff moved all the bags off the counter as fast as he could and before you knew it, your feet were off the ground and your butt was on the counter and Jeff’s lips were on your neck. 

“I never said strip Twister.” You tried to sound serious but between the tickle of his stubble on your collar bone and the way his hands moved up your shirt, it was hard to get the words out. 

“We have to make it interesting somehow, right?” Kisses feathered down your neck and shoulder as he slowly worked off your cardigan and although this initiation was exciting, most of them these days were not so exciting. 

You often found yourself filling the void of empty days with each other. Jeff, being bored with his work and finding you in bed scrolling through Youtube videos. Usually, eye contact is made. An unspoken understanding is formed and then clothes are stripped off. Not only was it a good use of your time, it also helped burn off all those extra calories the two of you have been packing on by binge eating and not going on your daily hiking. Though, Jeff found himself busy with at home work outs frequently, he often didn’t finish them. At least not with you hanging around watching. 

Strip Twister turned into more strip and less Twister because before either of you knew it, both your shirts were off and Jeff was working on your pants as he kissed your breasts and down your stomach. You held your breath as his cold hands touched your sides. Your fingers ran through his hair and he laid you down with his lips. 

You could have let him keep going. Fuck, you wanted to so badly but instead, you stopped him. You pushed yourself up and wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him close. “Can we at least put away the perishables first?”

[sireswhore]

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[poisxnyouth]

bad influence dave part 6 (d.d)

A/N: hey whores!!! enjoy this. it’s a good one! i’m very proud of it. as always, let me know what you think of it. spark up a conversation about something in it with u and i’ll give u a big ol smooch. i love you and thank you for reading <33 -hailey

WC: 3.35K

David is sitting in the pews with you during Mass, arm draped around the back of your seat as one of your brothers, next to you, discreetly slips a wad of cash into David’s dangling hand. He removes his arm from around you, fingers quickly counting the amount – seventy dollars for seven grams, split between Mark and Matthew – and reaches into his breast pocket. David passes you the two miniature pill bags, each containing an eighth of an ounce, and watches as you quietly place them in Mark’s hand. 

 David casually rests his arm on the back of the pew again, eyes scanning the cathedral warily for any witnesses. He does more business at church than he’d like to admit – which is of your doing, not his. The list no longer begins with Michael and ends with Mark; his clientele has amassed, and a good chunk of his dealings are done after church. You and David meet people as they are heading to post-Mass breakfast in places throughout the city, forcing him to leave large amounts of weed in his car unattended. He doesn't like it, and fears getting searched by dogs, causing David to quadruple seal the amount of weed he intends to sell.

 The night before, Saturday evening, he weighs everything out, separates it for each person, puts it all in one colossal Ziploc, and puts the Ziploc inside of another one. Four times. These bags have earned the chief title of his weed Russian dolls, and David seals up the final plastic bag by wrapping it tightly in duct tape. It’s a grueling process, and he hates that he has to do it.

 You and David deal afterwards, mint toothpicks in rotation as he makes his pit stops, replacing the ideal cigarette his fingers are desperately itching for. Part of him has a desire to quit his horrible habit; maybe get prescribed Chantix, switch to Nicorette, anything else he could possibly do — but every time he thinks too deeply about it, he instantly changes his mind.

 David likes the routine of it all; he likes the purchase of the Camels, heartily tapping the bottom of the plastic wrapped pack against the dirty gas station counter as he glances down at the scratch offs and slides his debit card through the reader. He likes hopping in the car and rolling his window down, unwrapping the new pack and opening the top. He can smell the crisp scent of the tobacco at the mere thought of a new box, and he likes the tight wiggle of the first cigarette as he tugs it out. He likes tearing out the little foil at the top for easier access later down the line, and he likes flipping his lighter open loudly, thumb rolling the spark wheel and bringing the tip of his cigarette to the flame. He likes the smell of the smoke, and he likes the feeling of his lungs filling up as he takes the first drag. He likes how the scent infiltrates his clothing, his hair, his skin – many people despise it, but it's his favorite. It’s a distinct red flag of the addiction he has a soft spot for, the one he wouldn’t want to give up, for others to see and judge him upon. He doesn’t mind it and doesn't care for their opinion; it is something many people hate themselves for, but he takes pride in it. He loves that he smokes. 

 You don't know the extent of it, but he feels this way about sex, too.

 David takes you on expensive dates at opulent restaurants, and he swears he feels his eyes zero in every time you take a sip of the dry merlot he ordered for you, your suggestive gaze peeking at him over the rim of the glass. He attempts to not pay attention to the way your lipstick has tainted the edge of it, momentarily considering the image of what those specific lipstick prints would look like at the base of his dick. He tilts his head to the side as he watches you wipe politely at your lips after taking a sip, blush coming to your cheeks at whatever provocative joke he had just made. He hates lipstick, but adores the mess it leaves behind, depending on the night, the dress, and the purse. Sometimes he has trouble getting a deep plum out of the collar of his dress shirt; a delicate and innocuous pale pink blended into the skin on his chest; or — his favorite — a deep scarlet smeared down his first two, maybe three, fingers as he slides them slowly into your mouth, last knuckle tucked in as you give him doe eyes. 

 He even likes when he wakes up the next morning hungover, bowtie still hanging around his neck and dress shirt unbuttoned as he looks in the mirror, a ruby red smeared across his mouth and cheeks from the night prior. He likes peeking over at you out of the bathroom door, knocked out in his bed and still in your dress, with the same red smear evident across your face. 

 David has no desire at all, but also every desire on the planet, to have sex with you. You’re too clean — it makes him nervous.

 He hints at this fact over dinner one week when the subject of sex comes up as he nurses a whiskey sour in a stout glass, waiting for your food, “I roughen you up…”

 “And I let you roll around in the dirt for a while,” David continues, eyes glued to yours as he takes a sip and smacks his lips, “But you go home and you rinse it all off, and I start all over the next day, and the next day after that.” 

 You stare at him with big eyes, not saying anything. He opens his mouth to speak again, placing his cup down on the cocktail napkin and sliding it around in a fidgety manner, “I want you to let it sink in, and let it stain.”

 You nod at his command, reaching for his glass and taking a liberal sip. Your lipstick stains it. “What if sex is the way to make it all stay?”

 David pauses, scoffing slightly, “It could be. Honey, you go to church twice a week. You bless yourself at every turn.” 

 “How do you even picture it?” He asks curiously, leaning forward, “Like every teenage girl? Candles around the bed? Romantic sex with your beau?”

 You don’t answer him, taking a long swallow of your wine, and he continues, shaking his head, “I can promise you right now, sweetheart – if that's what you’re hoping for, you won’t be getting it.” 

 “Does it matter how I want it?” you reply, playing his game, “What do you want?”

 “I want to chew you up and spit you out,” David replies easily, signaling for your waiter, “Do this again.”

 “But I’m not going to,” he rejects, fiddling with his gold cufflinks, “Just know that I want to.”

 “What does that mean?” you ask him, “Give me details.” 

 “I see you right here and right now, dressed in my money and my hustle. That dress is so tight that you wiggle side to side when you walk, and you could barely sit down in the booth earlier. I think about taking you to the Waldorf – up a few streets, and over a few streets, by Lake Shore – getting us a room, and having my way with you all night.” 

 “Why a hotel?” 

 His second drink comes, cutting him off before he begins. David takes a long sip, eyes not tearing away from you, “Because you walk out with the same things you walked in with. We get to do that little messy walk of shame all the way back home to Wilmette on the train, and you finally feel like the whore you’ve always been. You will find something out, my love — your God,” he pauses slightly, “can do anything and everything but pull the slut out of you, sweetheart.” 

 “You’ve thought about this a lot,” you respond, finishing your glass of wine, “Why don't you?”

 “Don’t tempt me.”

 “I know there must be more,” you state, watching as David fills your glass again with the bottle on the table, a silent beckoning to continue drinking with him. “Go on.”

 “Why ruin the surprise?” He asks, speaking too duplicitous for him to not have something hidden under his sleeve, tainted by his guise of promiscuity. “I know you think about it too.”

 “Yours are better,” you tell him, urging him to continue, “Hearing you talk about it means seeing how you look at me when you speak.” 

 David pauses, taking another swig and meeting your eyes, “I want to unzip that dress as slowly as I can; so slowly that you just beg me to get it off you. Self-control is the one thing I have that you never will. I can’t share that with you.” 

 “And I see that little crucifix of yours always staring right at me, meaning more to you than me, and for a split second, I feel a little guilty. You do your time and your due diligence; you go to church every Sunday, pray every day and night, all of that. But then…,” he trails as he looks away, shaking his glass and listening to the ice slide around.

 “I think about you afterwards,” he meets your eyes again, “Messy. You asked for it but didn't know what it would entail, or when you feel bad that you enjoyed how I made you feel. Better yet, when you’re kneeling at the side of the bed on your bruised knees — evidence from me — praying for absolution and salvation.”

 “...But?” you ask quietly, clinging to his every word.

 “But…” David continues, taking another casual sip and speaking slowly, “It’s too late. The damage is done. I get to see you do that, and I get the satisfaction of knowing that I just ruined your life.” 

 “I’ve always said that I want you to, though,” you quip, “And you’ve always said that you want to. If that's the answer to keeping me…” you roll your eyes at the word you’re about to say, blush coming to your cheeks, “dirty, then do it. I’m a big girl; I can handle it. I dare you.”

 “I would jump your bones right now if I could,” David swears shamelessly, “Think about all of the hoops we’ll have to jump through. The food, the check, getting to the hotel, booking the room…”

 “We don't need to eat,” you offer, “Let’s finish our drinks, pay, and leave.” 

 “I should've known that you’d be impatient,” he says, “You’re going to be drunk off your ass if you keep going, sweetheart. I don't like the ethics of where this is going. I’m still fine.”

 “Then you have another drink,” you give him a solution, “Or however many it’ll take for you to get like me and keep talking to me. I’ll cut you off when your words are slurring.”

 “Your words are slurring, baby,” he shakes his head, sliding the orange slice off the cocktail pick and dropping it into the liquor. David removes the Maraschino cherry and passes it to you, staring as your teeth tug it from the stem.

 He makes a soft noise at the sight, and bites at his lips when you slip the stem past your lips, speaking, “Don’t tell me you know how to do that shit.” 

 Seconds pass and David continues staring as he finishes his drink, eyes trained on your mouth before the knot emerges and you drop it on his cocktail napkin. He exhales and drops his voice, “I will bend you over this table right now.” 

 He motions for the waiter, “Change of plans – no food for us. Water and a lemon drop for her, and I’ll switch to a Manhattan.”

 “You know, every cocktail is twenty bucks,” you say, watching him play with the band of his watch, “The wine was-”

 “Don’t count the tab, sweet girl,” David shakes his head, refocusing his attention on to you, “I don't even look anymore. Neither should you. Price doesn't matter.”

 The drinks come moments later, and he continues, “I’m cutting you off after this. You’re drunk.”

 "Keep talking,” you giggle, eyes on his, “Your voice is sexy, and I like hearing what you want to do to me.” 

 "You don't know what you're in for,” David says casually, dunking the cherry into the liquor before passing the cocktail pick to you, listening to the delicate noise of your teeth scraping the metal while you take it into your mouth. “I might make you walk to the hotel just so I can see that sway of your hips. I love that dress you're wearing; the bow on the back makes you look like my little present. What else will Santa bring me this December?”

 “You’re so cocky,” you comment offhandedly, “Not everything is for you.”

 “You and I both know that’s not true. Quit lying,” he shakes his head again, laughing slightly, “Don’t tell me you don’t think about it every day.”

 You feel yourself flush as you drink more, still attempting to decide if it’s from the alcohol or his words before he speaks again, slutty drawl, “Look at you! I haven’t seen you this red since we first met. Cute ass.”

 “What can I say,” you shrug, embarrassed, “You’re sexy.”

 David leans forward interestedly, forearms resting on the table, “Am I?” 

 You nod sheepishly before he continues, eyes on yours, “Your napkin is on your lap?” 

 You nod again, now confused, but David clarifies his motive, ordering in a low voice, “Slip your hand up your dress, under your napkin, and tell me how wet you are.”

 “Make your next drink a double and it’s a deal,” you offer, thighs pressing together as you already obey him, playing off your rebellion.

 “Don’t bargain with me,” he shakes his head, eyebrows scrunching together, “Do as I say, or the only place we’ll be going tonight is back home.”

 He watches your face deliberately as you listen to his demand, eyeing the way you take your lips between your teeth, “Stop touching yourself, you whore. We’re in public.” 

 You stop, embarrassed, and he continues after finishing his third drink, “I made reservations here just for you to cancel the food, beg for sex and touch yourself under the table. Why do I try to take you anywhere nice?”

 David’s drinks are hitting him, now, and before you can reply to him, he’s motioning for the waiter again, “The check and another Manhattan for me. Can someone get us a cab? I think it’s obvious we’re in no shape to drive.” 

 “Yes, sir,” he says, looking between you, “Where are you headed?”

 “Waldorf Astoria,” David replies, “Thank you so much.”

 David finishes his drink once it's on the table, fingers reaching for the check. He doesn't flinch at the steep price and tips well, nearly fifty percent, and puts three hundred-dollar bills on the table after removing his money clip from his pocket. 

 The cab is dirty, as they all are, and David instantly tugs you into his lap, groaning softly, “You smell so good.” 

 You giggle slightly and attempt to undo the top button of his dress shirt, fiddling with it until it's undone and untying his bow tie. His palms reach around and squeeze at your ass through your dress as you plant kisses down his chest, marking your man until the lipstick prints run clear. 

 He kisses you, now, tongue sliding against yours and making a drunken noise of satisfaction, “You want this?”

 You nod against him, his hands gripping your waist and you kiss David again, “Yes. I dare you.” 

 “Be careful what you wish for, sweet girl,” he pushes your hair from out of your face as you drown in skyscrapers, tugging you closer by your chin, “We’re getting a suite, and I’m fucking you on every surface possible. Don’t say no.”

 ++

 Too much liquor in David’s system turns him into an even bolder character, and you’re both drunk as you lean against the receptionist counter at the Waldorf Astoria, attempting to book a suite. 

 The all-too-patient receptionist tells him a price — more than you would ever pay for a hotel room — and David reaches into his pocket for his money clip. He quickly counts it out and she shakes her head, but you’re already too disinterested and don’t bother paying attention. Five minutes later, he’s lacing your fingers together and tugging you through the lobby, impatiently pressing the elevator button numerous times. 

 “Jeez,” you comment, eyeing the lipstick print peeking out of his rebuttoned dress shirt, “Someone’s antsy.”

 “You’re a fucking tease,” David excuses, pulling you inside and hitting the button for your floor, “My dick’s been hard since the restaurant. It’s all I can think about.” 

 He kisses you until the elevator pings, still tasting of liquor and the cigarette he smoked in the courtyard, “I love you.”

 You repeat it as he leads you by your waist to the room, watching the sway of your hips and the little bow flounce with every step you take. David doesn't know how this took him so long.

 He quickly slides the key in and out of the reader, opening the door for you and allowing you to walk in. David instantly shuts the door and presses you up against it, wrapping your legs around his torso as he kisses at your neck sloppily. Your fingers from both hands find the length of his bow tie, tugging his head up and attaching your mouths. You move to hastily unfasten the buttons of his shirt, untucking the garment from his pants. David blindly shrugs off his jacket and his shirt, carelessly dropping the items to the floor as you kick off your heels. 

 You feel his fingers tug slightly at the zipper of your dress before stopping himself, relocating his hands to your ass and pushing you forward into him. You both make a noise at the friction into each other's mouths, giggling slightly and urging David to quickly turn you around, bending you over against the door and pressing your face against it. 

 “Should I take these off or are you matching? Don't wanna miss that,” he slides his touch upwards and hooks his fingertips into the sides of your underwear, leaning over and cross necklace dangling. 

 “I’m matching,” you reply before he murmurs an incoherent response, pushing your dress up and sliding your underwear to the side in place of tugging them off. 

 “Mmm,” David mumbles at the sight, spreading you slightly before slowly putting his mouth on you. His hands hold your thighs apart as he drunkenly works, eyes closed. 

 “Are you gonna fuck me right here?” you ask him, words slurred as he stops his movements, standing and spinning you back around.

 “D’you want me to?” David replies, hands resting delicately on your waist as he presses gentle kisses back down your neck with a different kind of sensual candor.

 “Fuck yes,” you nod, eyes closed, “But get this dress the fuck off of me.” 

 “I told you so,” David responds cockily, reaching up near the nape of your neck and slowly tugging at the zipper, “Did I not?”

 “You did,” you nod again, feeling the air slowly hit your back as he undoes it as deliberately as possible. You take it upon yourself to reach down and begin unbuckling his belt, undoing the top button and unzipping him. 

 He doesn't stop you, hitting the bottom of your zipper as you tug his dick out and spit in your hand, beginning to work him over. David makes a noise and pushes the sleeves of your dress over your shoulders, forcing you to momentarily stand. It pools at your feet before he’s propping you against the door again, arms wrapped around your torso.

“We’re drunk,” he comments, kissing you sloppily, “What’re you so tense for? Relax.”

[dobrikburrito]

without you, t.s.

words: 2.6k

plot: you and Todd moved on from each other into new relationships - but it still hurts whenever you see him again.

disclaimer: angsty soft smut - tw: cheating (honorable participation of one jeff wittek)

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You

My eyes were closed as I listened to the beat of his heart. My fingertips tracing little figurines on the skin of his chest. His arm tightly around me, his breathing soft and calm. The warmth of him enough to light my body on fire. Our legs tangled, the messy sheets. There was nowhere in the world I’d rather be right now.

“(Y/N)...” His voice was hoarse, but a whisper. I looked up at him. “I love you.”

I couldn’t hide the smile on my face, it was the first time he had ever said that to me. My heart was exploding inside my chest. I sat up a little, adjusting myself to look better at him, touching his face.

“I love you too, Todd.” I looked at his lips and gave him a soft and slow kiss.

After a moment, he held my face on his hand. “I can’t see my life without you. I want to grow old with you, have little (Y/N)s running around the house, a dog, a huge backyard, white fence, everything. I want us to be one of those 80 years old couples sitting on a park just enjoying each other’s presence.”

Breathless. Speechless. I was always surprised of how sensitive and deep he was. I bit my lip, holding the tears back. I could see that perfect life. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The alarm clock rings. 6 am.

I open my eyes, look around. I’m not at home. I see Nerf sleeping unbothered in his bed by the door. I feel arms around my body, I look back and I see him.

Lazily, he opens his eyes and yawns, smiling at me when he sees I’m awake. His brown eyes barely able to stay open.

“Hey beautiful,” Jeff said, pulling me closer to his body, kissing my forehead. “Good morning.”

I turn my body completely to be able to snuggle into him. “Morning.”

His hand was on my hair, caressing it. “Feel like going on a hike with me today?” I just groaned and made him laugh of my laziness. “Fine, you and Nerf deserve each other.”

I chuckled as I watched him getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. The minute the door closed, I took one deep breath. The dream still recent in my mind, another night dreaming of Todd. I hated this, I hated how I couldn’t control it either. Every now and then he would come back in my dreams, half of it a memory, half of it a wish. It was always so realistic that every time I woke up, my heart would break all over again.

And it wasn’t fair to Jeff either.

Todd

I couldn’t sleep. This was annoying the fuck out of me. It’d make me tired all day, moody. I knew myself. I needed a good night of sleep. The late nights and partying on tour with Olivia were getting to me. Or maybe it was something else clouding my mind.

Every time I promise myself I won’t do it again. And yet, here I am, opening instagram, checking Jeff’s page, seeing the new photo with her. They had just come out as a couple and people were freaking out. The comments made me jealous, angry. I knew I had no business feeling anything about the situation. We don’t mean anything to each other anymore. It’s all history now. And I did give it my blessing.

“Hey man,” Jeff said, fidgeting on the stool at the healthy bar we had our shots after every hike now.

“Are you on your period? What’s up? You’re acting weird,” I joke, not for a minute suspecting anything.

“You can punch me if you want, I really don’t mind. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” Jeff took a deep breath, I wasn’t liking where this was going. “I need to be honest with you. Lately I’ve been getting closer to (Y/N). I really like her, man. And I think she might like me a little too.”

When I said nothing, he continued.

“And I know she’s your ex-girlfriend and I know that ended badly, but you’re my friend and I have to be honest with you. If you think this is weird and would rather I stay the fuck away from her, just say the word. I’ll back off right away.” Jeff asked me and any anger I would automatically have on the subject was soothed by his loyalty.

Jeff was a good guy. I had a girlfriend.

“Look, man.” I took a deep breath. “(Y/N) is great. She’s a great girl. It didn’t work out for us, unfortunately, but I care for her. You’re a good guy, I say go for it.”

Jeff exhaled deeply. “Are you sure? Just know you don’t need to say that to make me happy or anything. I don’t wanna fuck up our friendship.”

“I’m sure. It’s fine. I moved on. I’m happy.” I shrugged. “I rather she’s hanging with someone like you than one of those youtube fuckboys.”

“Thanks man, it means a lot to me.” Jeff patted me in my arm and we cheered with our healthy shots.

I did it to myself. The fights, the break up, the blessing. I didn’t have any right to be mad or bothered. But I was, and it was hurting more than I wanted to admit.

In one of the pictures, she was smiling widely, hopping on his back. Both of them looked as happy as can be. The next picture, Jeff was kissing the tip of her nose. Last I remember, I was the only one who could make her smile like that.

I slap myself in the face. Fuck off Todd. What the fuck is wrong with you?

I’m happy. I have an amazing girlfriend, who makes me better. No fights, no struggle. Everything is easy as it’s supposed to be. (Y/N) and I ended for a reason. I’m happy now.

You

No parties tonight, no clubs or bars. We all met at Heath’s house to drink, talk, laugh. I smiled to myself, listening to the burst of laughter coming from the living room. I grabbed two bottles of beer, one for me, one for Jeff, and made my way back. Heath had everyone completely hooked to one of his crazy stories. I reached the couch, filled with my friends, and naturally sat down on Jeff’s lap, giving him his bottle and earning a quick kiss and a thank you. His arm immediately hugged my waist and I crossed my legs.

I heard him before I saw him. The voice and laughter I could hear from a mile away. My thoughts were confirmed when Zane screamed his lungs out.

“Todd!! You made it baby!!” Zane was drunk, yet with the biggest smile on his face.

I’m not gonna lie, I did low key ask Heath if Todd was coming, which he denied, since Todd apparently was still on the road with his new girlfriend.

My body stiffed when I saw him coming around to the living room, saying hi to everyone and sitting down on a stool. The fact that Todd’s life and new girlfriend was the topic for the next ten minutes made me uneasy, which I tried my best to hide. I had only given him a quick glance. He looks good. I sighed. I haven’t seen him in three weeks. Not counting the dreams.

After drinking his beer, Jeff’s hand found my thigh, moving my attention from my friends back to him.

“I really like that skirt, you know.” He kissed my cheek, I smiled.

“Yeah?” I looked down to my yellow and black plaid skirt. My eyes were back on him, noticing a few strands of his hair all messy. I quickly let my fingers fix and caress it. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I was thinking... “ Jeff started, his hands running through my thigh, a smirk on his lips. “Maybe cut the night short? Have a little private fun back at my place?”

“Oh?” I joked, raising my eyebrows. “Huh. And why would I do that?”

“Oh, well. I can give you a few reasons.” Jeff gave me a kiss on the neck and I closed my eyes for a split second.

“Good argument, Wittek.” I smiled and nodded. “Okay, let’s just stay a few more minutes and we’ll go.”

“Great.” His hand pressed my thigh.

Somehow, I did want to leave as soon as possible without being rude. The reason? I could feel the burn in my skin from Todd’s gaze.

Todd

“So, why didn’t Olivia come along?” Mariah asked Todd, giving him a beer bottle.

“We just got back, she was feeling kinda sick, thought was better to just stay in and rest.” I explained, my eyes darting every now and then to the couple in the couch in front of me. My blood was starting to boil and I had to keep my shit together not to make a scene.

Coming here was not a good idea.

Seeing the pictures and instagram stories were one thing. Seeing it live? Was eating me up. Yet, why was I jealous? I hated myself for being so immature that I couldn’t fully move on from someone that I haven’t dated in four months.

When I saw him kissing her neck, I tightened my fist, deciding to go back to the kitchen to clear my head and not have a front row seat to that performance. I knew I had no business feeling anything, but it was so disrespectful from them to pull a show knowing I was right there. I would’ve never done that to (Y/N). I thought she respected our history together enough to consider my feelings.

I swallowed two more beer bottles all by myself in the kitchen, over hearing the stories being told in the living room. I was about to grab a third, when I heard steps coming in. The moment I saw her, my body froze. Took her a minute to figure out I was there, but when she did, her expression was dead. Funny.

“Oh hi, Todd.” Her voice was soothing. She looked back to the living room. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“Wouldn’t have come if you did?” I asked, ironically, taking a last sip of my beer.

“That’s not what I mean.” There was a kind of sorrow in her eyes. I couldn’t stop myself.

“And do you mean to show off your new boyfriend to my face?” I looked straight into her eyes. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here.”

“I… I didn’t…” Her voice was confused and hurt. “I’m sorry, Todd. I didn’t mean to show off anything. It wasn’t aimed at you.”

“A little respect would be nice. But yeah, okay, whatever.” I shrugged, looking away.

I knew how to press the right buttons to make her snap at me. I was good at that.

“Why do you care anyway? You have a perfect relationship with a pop singer.” I hated the ironic tone in her voice.

“So? I wouldn’t do any PDA with her with you around. Out-of-respect.” I pointed out, (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Oh please, stop with the righteousness. You’ve done worse. Or may I remember you when we were on a break and two hours in you fucked another girl?” She went there, she brought up all the shit again.

I sighed hard. “(Y/N), we’re broken up, we don’t have to keep arguing anymore, it’s done, move on.” I knew how to hurt her with my words.

The frown on her face, the hurt. I instantly hated myself for saying everything.

“Fuck you, Todd.” I got her to snap. I always did.

She was about to turn around to leave and I held her arm, stopping her.

“(Y/N), wait.”

You

I looked back at him, holding back my tears. If it wasn’t enough to see him again, now this. I thought I was done having my heart broken. And yet, it still skipped a beat every time I looked at him.

“Do you love him?” Todd asked me. There was something in his eyes. Hope. Regret. Doubt. Eager. I knew that look.

“Todd, you don’t get to ask me that.” I tried to say it with more confidence than I felt.

“It kills me, seeing you with him.” Todd slowly let go of my arm, but I didn’t go anywhere, not really believing the words coming out of his mouth. “I thought I would be okay, I moved on, but I can’t… I hate seeing you with anyone else.”

“You seem pretty happy with your girlfriend.” I pointed out.

“I am.” Ouch, I swallowed dry. “But I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

Me too. I dream about you every night. I miss your smile, the way you look at me, the way you touch me and the way you made me feel like I was the only girl in the world.

“I’m happy, Todd.” I told him, seeing the feeling of shame run through his face.

I wish everything was different, I wish we made it work. I wish it was easy.

His hands were on his face. “Wow, I’m really a fuck up.”

“Todd, you’re not a fuck up.” I took one step closer to him.

He looked up to the ceiling. “I keep wondering why I can’t get closure with you. Scott thinks it’s because you were my first true love. My first real relationship. That you’ll always have a hold on me because of that and there isn’t much to do about it.” Todd shook his head. “And this fucks up my head.”

I couldn’t stop myself, so I hugged him. His hands held me tight to his body and I caressed his hair, the way I always did. I knew when he was hurting and struggling, and my natural instinct was to make it go away.

“I’ll get better, I promise.” I assured him, hating to see him like this.

“I missed your perfume. I think I forgot how much I loved it.” Todd whispered in my ear, making chills run all over my body.

I didn’t want to admit it, but everything he said, applied to me as well. He was my first love, the one I thought was meant to be. That’s why being apart hurt so much.

After a minute, I started distancing myself from his embrace. I looked up at him, our bodies still pretty close. His deep stare, the close distance. It was all making my heart almost jump out of my chest. I hated the effect he had on me with a simple look. His eyes went from mine to my lips and back. And for a second, I missed the feel of his kiss.

Maybe I expressed it in my eyes, but in the next second his mouth was on mine, his hand pressing onto my hair, pulling me close. Our tongues, lips, breaths. It was soft and rough, desperate and needy. For those seconds, everything was okay. Nothing else mattered.

His hands found the back of my thighs, lifting me easily and putting me on top of the kitchen counter, opening my legs to fit in the middle. I couldn’t stop kissing him, desperately, if my life depended on it. He made me insane, for the better and worse. The hold tight of his hands on my thighs, the way he’d moan in my mouth when I pulled his hair and bit his lower lip. I knew exactly how to make him tic, and so did he.

I could feel him instantly getting hard inside his pants as his body was pressed into mine. For a second, I forgot where we were, I forgot about the world. My head was blurred by the fact that he made me feel so good.

“What the fuck?” Jeff said, stopping on his tracks on the kitchen entrance.

[pattinsonsgurl]

I Married My Best Friend! (Surprise to me!) (D.D)

David was getting married! And to Jason’s mom nonetheless. You know it was all in good fun, to get back at Jason and become his stepfather. But deep down inside you felt heartbroken. You wished it was you although you weren’t even dating just lots of flirting but you felt so strongly about him, this was a little disappointing.

“Y/N you’re coming with us right? Natalie said. “She can get you an extra ticket. I need my best friend on my side at the altar.” David says with the biggest smile on his face.

“Um no sorry David I can’t take that much from work in such short notice. My boss would kill me!”

David’s face falls. “Oh ok, well I guess I’ll just have to Facetime you during the ceremony.” He walks off to his room to continue packing.

You let out a breath of relief, as you sit there on the couch. Natalie raises her eyebrows at you.

“What?” You question her.

“Y/N you just told me that you took this week off for some overdue vacation time they owe you. Why did you tell David no? You know he would gladly pay for most of your expenses.”

“It’s just that… I don’t know if I can watch David go through with the wedding. I know it's for a prank on Jason, I know that, ok. You know how I feel about him and to know that he’s marrying someone else makes me feel weird I guess.”

“Hmm. Ok then what if you marry David?”

“Wait, what? That’s crazy! I can’t do that. I’m not even- We aren’t even- Natalie I have never kissed him before!” You sit there shocked at her suggestion.

“Well he’s pranking Jason right? Well maybe it’s time I prank him back for all the times that he’s scared me. I have the perfect plan! You’re gonna meet us in Las Vegas, and you’ll get to the chapel before us. And we’ll switch you and Mrs. Nash!”

“Natalie, he’s never gonna believe that I’m Mrs. Nash, we are not even the same height! I’m way taller than her.”

“We’ll improvise! Maybe have you covered from head to toe, a huge veil to cover your face and then gloves for your hands. I handle most of the paperwork so I can just get him to sign his name and he’ll never see your name there instead. Come Y/N!”

“I couldn’t handle his rejection especially once he sees me and realizes his prank fell through.”

“Ok Y/N, please tell me you haven’t been oblivious to David’s feelings for you? He’s terrible at hiding them. Everyone is betting on when he’ll actually make a move on you. I’m winning because I know how much of a pussy he is.” Natalie smirks at you.

You think about it. You’re not entirely sure if this will work out with the greatest outcome. But in David fashion you decide to just go for it.

“Ok I’m in.”

Natalie squeals in delight! “Awesome! Let’s plan this!”

Wedding Day in Vegas

You’re super nervous as you wait in the chapel for Natalie to text you that they’re almost there. You’ve already picked out your dress and put it on with a heavy veil and lace gloves. The plan was for Mrs. Nash to go into the dressing room and pretend she was getting ready for the ceremony. David was supposed to get ready first and be at the end of the aisle while you walk up. You weren’t sure at what part he would figure it out. You get the text from Natalie. She comes in with Mrs. Nash. You give her the biggest hug. You adore Mrs. Nash and visited her every time she would come to L.A. to visit Jason.

Mrs. Nash looks at you in that wedding dress and whispers in you ear, “Sweetie, if he doesn’t marry you I will.”

You giggle softly at her compliment. Natalie quickly dresses into the bridesmaid dress you picked out and walks out to twirl for David’s camera. Your stomach plummets a little when you hear him say “Wow, am I making a mistake?”

Were you making a mistake? You started to get very nervous. Mrs. Nash notices your anxiety. She clasps one of your hands and pats or with the other. “Y/N, I know I may not be around as much but if you could see the way David looks at you when you’re not looking you would realize how much love he has for you. This might not be the most conventional way to start a marriage but what is the perfect way. It’s perfect as long as it’s mutual and I would bet my last dollar it is.”

You have tears in your eyes as she finishes her speech and give her a big last hug before you walk out when you hear the bridal march. You take a deep breath and slowly walk up the aisle. David looks so handsome in his black tuxedo and black hat that says groom. You roll your eyes because of course he has a black hat on. You get through the whole ceremony until it comes to the ring part. You realize you will have to take your gloves off and he’ll know it’s not Mrs. Nash by your voice.

“With this ring I marry you. I take you to be my wife.” David declares as he slides the ring on you without missing a beat.

“With this ring I marry you. I take you to be my husband.” You reply.

David jaw drops as he hears your voice.

“By the power vested in my by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Announces the minister.

Still shocked, David quickly pulls the veil over your head and sees your face. You blush as you meet his eyes.

“Surprise.” You say timidly.

“Got you!” Natalie yells.

David looks between you and Natalie. “Wait, Natalie this was your idea?”

“This was to get you back for all the times you scared me.”

“Wait is this even legal? I was supposed to be marrying Lorraine, we signed the papers and all.”

“Obviously you didn’t notice that the paperwork said Y/F/N Y/L/N. And I had her pre-sign the paperwork and I just made it seem like they were all barely filed there.” Natalie explains.

You stand there feeling embarrassed because you weren’t sure of his reaction and the more he keeps talking the more you feel this is more negative than positive. “Ahem, sorry David I know we ruined your bit about your revenge on Jason. We can always get this annulled.”

David looks at you and gives you an indescribable expression before he takes a couple steps forward and grabs your face and kisses you.

“Man I’ve been wanting to do that since we met. I really suck at letting someone know my feelings about them. I can truly say I’ve been falling in love with you and I wasn’t sure if it would ruin our friendship if I was to take a step forward. But I’m really glad we got married because I’m not letting you get away.” David wraps his arms around you and kisses your temple.

“Ha! I knew it! I win!” Natalie shrieks gleefully.

“What?” David asks.

“Natalie and everyone else had a bet going on when you would make a move on me.” You respond rolling your eyes.”

“And I said probably til they get married. No one believed me. But I knew David was gonna do a marriage bit soon. I just hoped Y/N would go along with it.”

“Well I’m glad you did. You’re the best assistant I ever had.” David proclaims.

“I’m the only assistant you ever had.” Natalie says laughing.

David turns to look at you. “Well Mrs. Dobrik, I hope your ready to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon.”

“Mrs. Dobrik. That has a nice ring to it.”

David smiles and swoops you into his arms, and gives you the best kiss you ever had.

[davidjdobriks-blog]

Too Cool for Parties

Here’s a quick little one-shot I wrote last night.

Summary: You meet David outside of a party, and he offers you a ride home.

Word count: 2,362

The air outside of the party was a nice contrast to the inside. Her skin felt like it could breathe out here, instead of being stifled by the wet heat of however many people filled a house. 

“Are you ready to go?” Nora asked.

She took a sip of her warm beer and sat on the porch steps. Nora was the only person she really knew here, but she didn’t feel ready to go. It had been so long since she’d felt good enough to attend a party, much less get drunk without crying, and she didn’t want it to stop now. “No, I think I’m going to stay for a bit.”

“Are you sure?” Nora asked, slightly worried. “Can you get home?”

“I’ll just get an Uber or something,” she answered. The air felt too good—too alive—for her to get in a car right now. Sitting down made her aware of just how drunk she really was, and she could feel all of her weight pulling her down.

“Okay, well, call me if you need anything,” said Nora, who was still worried about her and just how fragile she may or may not have been. 

I’m not going to fall apart like that, she thought. You don’t need to coddle me. She knew Nora meant well, but it was getting a little stifling to have everyone handling her like a newborn puppy. She needed Nora to just leave and trust that she could get home okay on her own.

As Nora walked away, the air got a little less sharp.

She took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The stars weren’t that impressive in Los Angeles—there was too much light and the air was too thick. She longed for the stars back home in the Northeast, where you could practically feel them shining on your skin, like each was a little sun of its own.

The only noise came from the party inside. No one was coming or going, and she sat alone. It’s a tiny porch, she thought. There’s not room for anyone else here anyway.

She looked to her right, where there was a little bit of room. The blank space made her think about Ian. Maybe there is room for someone else. I wonder where he is right now.

She stopped herself. She was okay. She knew that she deserved more than he ever gave her, and had come to terms with the fact that he would never live up to the potential she had set for him. She still didn’t know whether that was his fault or hers. Did it even matter?

“It matters,” she said aloud—involuntarily, really.

The front door opened and noise poured out in a thick wave for a couple seconds, before whoever it was shut the door and stopped the flow of chatter and booming. She saw legs sit down on the opposite side of the steps, and looked up. She found a boy in all black, his face focused on a camera that he held over his lap. She could hear him playing back a video once, twice, three times. The faint light from the screen illuminated his face. It was soft, gentle, and sweet. His nose was a little too big for his face, but it made him look interesting and friendly somehow.

His shut the camera off and looked over at her. To her dismay, she was still staring at him. Their eyes met briefly, even in the sparse light of the outside.

“Party not cool enough for you, huh?” he asked. His voice was just as sweet as his face. His words spun together into one breath, one long word. It was a funny way of speaking. She could almost hear his mouth move in an overly-animated way.

She smiled. “It would seem the same applies to you, since you’re out here, too.”

He leaned his head back. “Ah! You got me there.” It was silent for a moment. “Actually, for real though, I don’t really like parties.”

“From the sound of your videos, I’d say you were enjoying yourself.”

He thought for a moment. “I go for my friends, but I leave really fast.”

“Is that why you’re out here? Leaving?”

“Can’t. My friends don’t want to yet, but it’s—“

“—way too hot in there, yeah, I know.” 

He smiled at her from across the step, camera still clutched in hand. “Yeah, way too fuckin’ hot.”

He stared at her for a moment, like he was trying to make out her face in the dim lighting—trying to see if she was worth a conversation. That was her first instinct, anyway. Not every guy is like that, she thought. Don’t put him in a hole after a few sentences.

“I’m sorry, but can I come sit next to you?” he asked.

“Be my guest,” she answered. She could see his eyes light up even in the dark.

As he moved closer to her, she was able to discern more of his face. His eyes were dark—probably brown. His eyebrows sat low on his face, shading his eyes, deep-set in his head. His lips were full, both in shape and color, and had little tears where she knew he probably tore off the skin like she did when she was nervous. His hair was an absolute mess, but it suited him. It was a purposeful mess—a controlled disaster.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N),” she said. “What’s yours?”

“David,” he replied. “Are you waiting for your friends, too?” he asked.

“No, she left.”

“Left you here? Alone?” He sounded shocked. It made her laugh.

“Don’t judge her too quickly, okay? I told her to leave me here.”

“Why would you want to be at a party alone?”

His question held more weight than she thought he meant it to. It held talk about sadness, ex-boyfriends, and coddling friends. She admired him for asking something so secretly heavy.

“I—I haven’t really had fun in a long time. I wasn’t ready to leave and let the night be over just yet.” It was as honest as she could be without bringing up anything personal. 

His eyebrows furrowed, and his face tightened. “I’m really sorry to hear that.”

It wasn’t an answer she was expecting. He knew nothing about her, but it felt like a genuine apology on behalf of the world. 

“Thank you,” she said. “It’s okay, though. I had fun tonight.”

His face loosened up again, eyebrows calm and straight. “Good,” he said. “I hope I helped with that just a little.” A grin spread across his face as he pinched his fingers close together. She couldn’t help but smile back at him. He was childlike in the most admirable way—a way that didn’t make him feel immature, but made him feel like more of a human being than many people ever were.

He didn’t wait for her to answer before he continued the conversation. He was eager, and acted on what could only be instinct. “Do you want to see the videos I took of my friends?” he asked excitedly, with that same kid-ness about him.

“Sure,” she said, scooting closer until their arms pressed together. His skin was warm and comforting against hers. She looked up at his face in time to see color on his cheeks. Is he still just hot from being inside? She told herself that that’s all it could be. It is not our skin touching.

He turned on his camera and showed her clip after clip of young people doing stupid things—granted, stupid things that she had done before. Each one ran only a few seconds, but they were highlights—the peaks of the night. There was a girl dancing on a table, a guy on a stripper pole, someone doing a body shot, someone smashing a beer can over their head. After a couple more than she could count in her drunk state, he asked her, “Did you like them?”

“I think it’s crazy that you managed to look like you were having the best time of your life when you left early to come sit on a sad excuse for a porch with a girl you don’t know.”

He laughed, really laughed, at her answer. One side of his mouth curled up more than the other when he laughed, and he stuck his tongue out a bit. It added to his charm.

“That’s not true,” he said. “I know you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I know you’re too cool for parties and would rather sit on a sad excuse for a porch instead.”

There was his charm again. I don’t think he knows that he’s doing this, she thought. It all seemed so natural, as if he was unaware of how intriguing he really was. It only added to the feeling. 

The two sat on the step for a while longer, exchanging flirtatious jokes and avoiding serious conversations. Sometimes he would steer too close to the hard stuff, and she’d have to steer him away, but he would get the hint and quickly follow her lead. He’s smart, she thought. He gets conversational cues. He made her laugh, and, more importantly, she made him laugh, too. That meant that she got to see his crooked-tongue-out laughing face again and again. It was an addiction at a certain point; she would say anything to make him laugh.

After a couple more sips of warm beer, she looked at her phone. The screen read 3:24 A.M.

“I should probably get home,” she said, with a pained strain behind her voice. She didn’t want to leave him. She didn’t want to have to ask for his number and hope and hope for him to message her back. She didn’t want to do the same thing that she knew would happen once she left him. It was the same thing that happened every time, with every nice boy that eventually would turn out to not be so nice.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” he asked instinctually.

“Oh, no,” she said. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, though,” he said. “I am.”

Her lips turned up and she felt a pull in her chest. “You really want to?”

He looked shocked. “Of course.”

“Should we wait for your friends?”

He squinted his eyes and tossed his head. “Nah, I’ll be back for them later.”

They got up and walked together a few houses down. She kept walking when he stopped to open the driver’s side door of a Tesla. 

“This is your car?” she asked.

“Ouch,” he feigned. “What? You don’t believe me?”

She playfully hit his arm. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she said. “It’s just really cool.”

As he slid into the driver’s seat, he said, “I know.” His words held the hint of a wink, but she imagined he was too shy for a real one.

After giving him directions to her house, they took turns playing songs on his phone. He liked the same kind of music as her, so it was hard to find songs that he didn’t already know. She wanted to stand out—she wanted him to remember her. He would comment on the music she played, or the music he played. I love this fucking song! Dude, this is, like, my favorite song. You have to listen to this one part after the chorus.

The ride home felt shorter than it should’ve been, and her wishes for some universal force to make traffic worse didn’t succeed. They were sitting in the car outside of her house. From the lack of lights, it looked like everyone was asleep. 

“You got your keys?” he asked.

She reached in her pocket and held them up for him to see. “Yep.”

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to scare him by seeming to interested, but she didn’t want to leave him without a trace either. It was an unbearable battle between the two sides of her that said be yourself and be cool, as though those two things were mutually exclusive.

“Cool,” he said. It seemed he didn’t know what to do either.

At the same time, they both tried to speak.

“You go,” she said with a laugh.

“Can I, like, have your number or something?,” he asked. Like before, he didn’t give her time to answer. “I’m sorry if that’s, like, out of line or anything. I don’t mean it that way. I just really think that—“

“Yes,” she said. 

“Cool,” he said again, but this time looking much more excited. 

They exchanged much more confident goodbyes, now knowing that their conversation wasn’t over with the car turning around. There’s potential now, she thought.

She quietly entered the house, being careful not to wake her roommates up. When she got to her room, she turned on the light and laid back on her bed. Slowly, a grin spread across her face. She knew she was drunk, but she knew that he liked her, too. In her head, she put together every piece of evidence she had for that fact. He wanted my number.

She showered slowly to try and ease the alcohol out of her veins. She admitted to herself that she was also going so slowly to give him more time to text her. Maybe I should’ve gotten his number instead, she thought. Fuck, what if he never texts me. Now I can’t even try to text him because he’s the one with my number, and I don’t have his. The worry of it all dragged her down until the water went cold, and she was forced to turn the water off. 

Despite all of the dread and loathing, she couldn’t help but check her phone the minute she left the bathroom. Her heart sprang in her chest, like a weight had been cast off of her ribs. It was him.

- Hey, it’s David. I hope you’re not too cool to maybe let me take you to dinner tomorrow

[zanesgirlfriend]

Sunflowers part 2 | David Dobrik

Description: A continuation of sunflowers, where david falls for one of scotts backup dancers, you can read the first part here.

requested?: no but i think daviddoughbrik said "more please" so i thought of a way to make it continue and liked it so here we are

warnings: Very mild smut like i basically skipped over all the nasty parts but like sex is implied

length: pretty long lol oops

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24 hours until you see David.

12 hours until you see David.

6 hours until you see David.

You never thought you would be so excited for tour to be coming to an end.

As you sit on your flight from Boston to LA, you can't help but think of how excited you are to see David. Instead of counting down every minute until you land, you decide to remember every possible detail about the night he asked you out.

He had surprised you in the middle of a show with a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite. You finished the kiss that you had barely started a month prior, and then you ran back on stage. After the show was over you spent the night in David's hotel room instead of yours, admiring his smooth skin, rough stubble, soft hair, and slightly chapped lips. You couldn't stop staring at his beautiful brown eyes. You couldn't stop trying to memorize every meticulous thing he did. His mannerisms, the way he eats, the way he talks, the sound of his laugh, and the way he smiled when he looked at you.

You remember how he ordered two orders of chicken tenders and a piece of chocolate cake from room service. You remember his little speech about how he shouldn't eat too much cake because of the calories, but that a little cake doesn't hurt anyone. You remember laughing at his stupid jokes about the people on tv, the stories of Scotty and Todd and all of his friends and the crazy things they've done. You remember how you stayed up all night together. You remember the words escaping from his lips, but you being more focused on the cake around his mouth.

"I know we don't know eachother very well, y/n, but I want to ask you this now, and I want you to say yes, because I want to get to know you, and I don't want anyone else to have the chance before I do."

His voice was so soft and so sincere. You remember the taste of cake on your finger after wiping it off of his chin.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

You remember saying yes, and you remember the goofy lopsided smile he gave you in return. You remember the conversation about not wanting to tell anyone about your relationship, and how happy he was that you felt the same way.

"Its not that I don't think we have a future or that I don't want anyone to know, its just that I want to keep it special between us first." He said to you.

"I agree. I know your fans would go crazy and I'm definitely not ready for that." You joked.

"Hell, Scott will go crazy!" He let out a big belly laugh that was music to your ears.

You remember giving him a bj and sleeping in his shirt. The warmth of his body as you slept in the same bed for the first time.

You remember when he had to go and you almost cried.

You remember when Scott told you that David had spilled the tea on your relationship to him and Todd. You remember calling David and smiling as he begged you not to be mad for telling. You remember becoming closer with Scott and Todd as tour continued.

1 hour until you see David.

"Y/n?" Scott wakes you out of your daydream. "Sorry, I didn't wanna wake you, but David wanted me to tell you he can't pick you up, but there will be a car waiting for you."

You nod and thank him before he walks back to his seat.

"How come you get a special car?" Another dancer from tour that was sitting next to you asks. "And David as in Dobrik?"

You smile and say "No, my boyfriend David, he probably just messaged Scott because my phone died." You laugh, not completely lying to the other dancer. He is David Dobrik, and he is your boyfriend.

You go back to daydreaming until the plane lands.

You're too damn excited to get off of this plane. Scott keeps laughing at you and saying "Young love!" as you impatiently tap your foot, waiting for people to move faster.

You rush through the airport, bouncing up and down at baggage claim, eagerly searching for your stuff. You step outside and see a man holding a sign with your name on it and you walk over and get in the car.

The whole way to David's house you're going insane. You don't even remember how far his house is because you've only been there once, and you can't look it up because your phone has been dead for hours.

Excitement fills you as you start to recognize the street you walked up with y/f/n the night you met David, and as the gate opens to let your car in.

Before the car even stops you're out the door and jumping into David's arms. He squeezes you tight as you take in his scent, finally remembering what he smells like. You kiss him like you've never kissed him before, and entangle your hands in his soft brown hair.

His touch on your back and around your waist fills you with warmth and you relax into his arms. Once inside his house you notice how much nicer it is now that there aren't a bunch of people in it. A girl walks out from the hallway and you immediately know its Natalie. David talks about her a lot, but you don't get jealous because you've had friendships like theirs before, and you understand how it works.

You step away from David for a second so you can formally meet her. "Nice to finally meet you! David talks about you all the time." Natalie smiles and reaches out to give you a handshake.

"Yeah same! David speaks very highly of you." You rerurn the handshake, and feel David's arms wrap around your torso, and his chest warm your back.

"I have to go run some errands, so I'll be back in about two hours?" She winks at David and he thanks her.

Once she shuts the door it's on. David spins you around and presses your lower back against the couch as he kisses you. You get too caught up in feeling the shape of his body to even notice that your shirt came off. You do the same to him and rub your hands on his bare skin.

On the way to his bedroom you lose your leggings, and him his black jeans. He throws you on the bed, stopping for a minute to admire your body. He touches every curve as you make out, taking off your underwear on the way down your body. When both of you are naked, it happens and it is the best you've ever had.

You appreciated eachother and all the different parts of eachother and it was the most wonderful sex you've had in your entire life.

When you've finished, you lay on the bed next to eachother, holding hands, tangled in sheets and out of breath.

"So why are they your favorite?" He asks you, staring at the silhouette of your face as you look at the ceiling.

You turn and look at him quizzically. "Why is what my favorite?"

You notice a tiny freckle on his neck, and another on the side of his face.

"Sunflowers, duh."

[rafestyles]

i wouldn’t change a thing about you - d.d

Requested? No: I just wanted to write this tbh but #50. “nothing is wrong with you..” & #52. “i wouldn’t change a thing about you..”

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings?: Yes, anxiety!!

a/n: hi, everyone ! this is my first time writing a david fic so don’t be too harsh !! basically i created my own prompt of the reader struggling with anxiety and she has a panic attack at a party that dave’s filming at (so tw !!). it all ends in a horrendous amount of fluff.

masterlist

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posting days at david’s house were busy from the get-go and this morning was no different. you had woken up to the sounds of screaming and david’s famous vlog laugh coming from his laptop’s speakers.

you rubbed your eyes, yawning, as you shifted towards your boyfriend, “g’mornin’ bubs.”

he paused his editing and looked towards you with a soft smile on his face, “hi, baby.”

he pushed some hair out of your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“what’s the plan for today, hm? jonah’s not planning on putting another circus in this house is he?” you asked, scrunching up your nose.

giggling, he shook his head, “no, i don’t think so. there is a party at some college tonight that i might head to, if you wanna join me?”

“you know i wouldn’t miss zane getting drunk for anything,” you laughed.

—

as you were finishing up the final touches of your makeup, you saw david’s head poke around of the corner of the bathroom, “hi baby. are you almost ready?”

“yes, bubs. just gotta change real quick.”

“i think you already look beautiful in what you’re wearing though,” he mumbled, with a small pout forming on his lips.

you raised a single eyebrow at him, glancing down at the hoodie and leggings you were wearing.

“i’m wearing your hoodie and a pair of old leggings, dave, i would hardly count this as party ready.”

he walked towards you, circling his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into the nape of your neck, “but then everyone will flirt with you while i’m filming,” he mumbled, “plus, if you wear my hoodie, everyone will know you’re mine.”

“oh baby davey, everyone already knows i’m yours,” you giggled, pushing him softly, “now, c’mon, lemme get dressed so we can leave.”

sighing, he let you go and after a couple of minutes you were both in his tesla ready to go.

“are you feeling alright today, bub? anxious or anything?” he sweetly asked you as he began driving to the party.

turning your head to him, you smiled, “i think so. was feelin’ a tiny bit this morning, but ‘m better now.”

“you let me know if it gets bad again, promise?”

you nod back at him, confirming the promise, as you tilt your head back towards the window once again. you were so extremely thankful to have a boyfriend like david, who cared immensely about your mental health, but sometimes it made you worry that you weren’t good enough for him. you would overthink and become anxious over the thought of david always worrying about you, knowing he probably had twenty other things to worry about. but you were pulled from that dark place time and time again as you would voice these thoughts to david. he would wrap his arms around you, pressing loving kisses to your face, all while letting you know that you were always at the top of his priority list.

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once you had arrived at the party, david and you headed straight towards your friend group. you were quickly pulled away from david by carly, and you had just enough time to glance his way and wave a little, knowing that you most likely wouldn’t see him again until the end of the night.

“y/n!! it’s so good to see you here!!” carly smiled at you, as she led you to where erin, corinna and kristen were.

“y/n!!!” they all cheered once they noticed you and carly walking towards them.

you spent about an hour catching up with them, only excusing yourself to go get a drink.

“y’all want anything?” you offered, straightening the skirt you were wearing.

they all mumbled their no’s, and you shrugged at them, heading towards the kitchen.

after you had poured yourself a drink, you leaned your back against the counter and finally took note of how many people were actually there. the party had grown tremendously since the time you and david had arrived, and you were too caught up with the girls to even notice. you began to feel your heart rate pick up, which was a sign that your anxiety was also picking up. you started to take deep breaths, focusing on calming yourself down, which proved to be slightly working. you continued to glance around the room, hoping to find that mop of dark hair that you knew was going to give you some comfort. after looking for what felt like hours, which was most likely only thirty seconds, you found him, except the feeling of comfort is not what you felt at all once you spotted him.

he was leaning against the wall while a (very) pretty girl around your age was talking to him. rationally, you knew that david would never do anything to hurt you, but because you were already anxious, the overwhelming anxiety grew into just that - overwhelming. your brain was rushed with negative thoughts of david leaving you to find someone much better, someone who was more mentally stable than you.

you hadn’t realized, but your heart was beating, what felt like, a mile a minute, and your hands were trembling slightly. you tried to control it by doing your breathing excercises, but it only helped to make things worse. you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, even though you knew that nothing was happening. there was something so wrong with you, knowing that you were having an anxiety attack over nothing. you glanced at david one last time before you headed towards the door, craving some fresh air and quiet - knowing it would calm you down.

once you made it outside, you walked to david’s tesla, sitting down beside it. you crossed your legs, and placed your head in your hands, letting the tears slip down. you shakily began breathing again, needing to calm yourself down before david noticed you were gone, but you knew that was no such luck, when only a couple of seconds later you heard the door to the house opening again.

“baby??” he asked, frantically, “what happened? did someone hurt you? what can i do?”

“you can’t do anything, dave! it’s just me, you know, almost having an anxiety attack in the middle of a party for no fucking reason,” you laughed dryly, shaking your head furiously at yourself.

“oh, bubs,” he whispered, sitting down in front of you and grasping your hands tightly in his.

“no david, there’s something wrong with me. you deserve someone who isn’t going to flip a switch when they see you with another girl - even if i know you would never do that to me,” you cut him off when you noticed his protests.

“y/n, there is nothing wrong with you. i wouldn’t change a single thing about you, okay?” he said sincerely, pushing back your hair and wiping off some of your tears.

you sighed shakily, finally gaining the courage to look up at him.

“there’s my bubs,” he softly smiled. “y/n, listen. i love you - wait, correction, i’m in love with you. i want the whole thing with you, okay? the house, the marriage, the kids - god, i never thought i would say that.”

you laughed softly at him, fresh tears making their way, but this time for a much happier reason.

he continued, “i promise you, baby. there’s nothing wrong with you. you struggle with anxiety, yes, but that does not mean there’s something wrong with you. you are such a fighter, angel. you wake up every day and fight the darkness in your mind, and do you know how brave that is? i could never in a million years find a girl like you. you make me want to be good, y/n. i couldn’t ever give you up. but you need please come find me the next time this happens. i was scared half to death when heath ran up to me, saying you had run out the door.”

you cringed slightly, sniffling, “i’m so sorry, dave. i didn’t mean to worry you. it just all happened so fast, i don’t even remember what caused it.”

“baby, the last thing i want you to do is apologize for having feelings, okay? let’s just get you home so we can cuddle and i can start editing, m’kay?”

you nodded, accepting his offer to help pull you up only to be pulled into a warm embrace shortly after.

“thank you,” you mumbled against his chest, “i’m so thankful for you. i love you.”

“i love you too, y/n. let’s go home, hm?”

[nekkodiaries]

"i know i said goodbye, and baby you said it too. but when i touch her, i feel like i'm cheating on you." — charlie puth, cheating on you.

summary: sunghoon was fine, or at least that was what he kept telling himself for the past years. he didn't expect everything to come crashing down after his friend ni-ki fawns to him over lilac, a famous youtuber, and the same girl he ghosted two years ago.

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader, heesung x fem!reader.

genres: social media au, fuckboy!sunghoon, vlogger!reader, exes(?) to lovers, friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, perhaps some smut, mutual pining (?) idk.

warnings: cursing, mention of death (as jokes), underage drinking, cheating(?), sexual jokes, sexual ~ activity ~, lame internet humor because i'm a hag, idk what else, let me know if i missed anything.

status: on-going. | taglist: CLOSED.

updates schedule: mondays, wednesdays & fridays @ 6PM, GMT+8 time.

a/n: this smau will feature some of my current 4th gen groups, (esp skz bc i luv my bbs), ages will be adjusted to fit the story (not drastically), i will be using different faceclaims to support the story but will use mainly ulzzangs like sooviin and/or other idols when needed.

chapters with | ✏️ beside the chapter name will included written stories!

please note that this story is fictional and does not reflect on the artists' actual personality.

profiles — vlog squad. ♡ the boyz.

prologue — cheating on you.

one — ON THE SAME BED

two — beep 🤖 beep 🤖

three — touch sum grass | ✏️

four — heart ❤️ been broke 💔🤕 so many times ⏰

five — mf i will PUNCH you

six — lilac's live. 💐

seven — man whore

eight — optimus Fine. 😍

nine — all my homies hate heeseung ‼️

ten — to the highest level of giving 📢

eleven — disappointed but not surprised.

twelve — hol awn,, | ✏️

thirteen — #CancelMornings

fourteen — air fry?

fifteen — smells like 🧢

sixteen — down terrible

seventeen — chopped liver

eighteen — welcome home cheater

nineteen — excuze moí?

twenty — 🅱️ussy game

twenty one — it IS simp szn | ✏️

twenty two — oh lord, he's stupid

twenty three — my heart's going ✨💖💥💕💗

twenty four — single father of two

twenty five — haha don't worry abt it 😁

twenty six — suchpichous.

twenty seven — something seems v sus

twenty eight — devil's avocado

twenty nine — i smell jealousy ✨

thirty — BACKHANDED COMPLIMENTS 😍🥰

thirty one — WRONG GC YOU IDIOT

thirty two — got a crush on me?

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[vlogsquadssquad]

Secure 2

summary: Charlie confesses his feelings and reader has to decide if that's what she wants, or if another guy has her *attention*

a/n: i’m honestly BLOWN away at part 1′s feedback. y'all really loved it so Ive been working on this all day, I hope its everything youve been waiting for! thank you to my new followers, ive been writing for a bit for fun and no one was reading my stories but after the reaction for the last story I was so motivated to write. I have A LOT more ideas and even an idea for a part 3 with smut and maybe even reader having to tell the boy she didn't choose the bad news, who knooowwsss. send me in suggestions! 

warnings: language, alluding to smut at the end.

mood board:

-- YOUR POV

my life has been the most fun lately. ive been hanging out with David and he really gets me to let loose. he's always trying to top his last video which is so fun to be a part of. even if we wait around the house all day. tonight im alone though. I told him I needed to get some writing down for the last song of my album. I want it to be about being happy with yourself and secure with who you are. that you don't need another person to define who you are. but im having trouble putting that into words that rhyme. maybe I should just see what David is up to.

- daveyy (:

hey, I know I said I was busy but my mind is too cluttered and im curious what the vlog squad is up to 😉 >

< hahaa nothing actually. im by myself at the house tonight. really boring. watching movies ive seen dozens of times.

oh no! your friends realize they were too cool for you? >

< probably lmao. what are you up to?

trying to finish this last song but I can't think straight >

hey would you wanna come over? its ok if you're too busy being alone watching 50 first dates lol >

< how'd you know? 😅 id love to. chipotle?

- end texts -

“hey, loser” I say as he walks in with our food and... is that ice cream? “wait, did you get ice cream?” 

“yeah, I got your favorite flavor!” he says with a smile. my heart aches at the kind gesture. “wow your house is so nice” he sets the food on my counter as he glances around. 

“thank you, im really into interior design... and nice houses” i joke as i examine the ice cream David got for me. he chuckles as he gets my food out of the bag and sets it up in my living room. I put on a movie to watch but we end up muting it and just talking instead. our conversations just seem to flow. “what's a memory that stands out to you from your childhood?” I ask him. “there's so many things,” he puts his arm around the back of my couch as we sit sideways to face each other. we finished eating forever ago. “probably just all of high school. I learned so much, from my friends and my teachers. nothing academically, obviously.” he laughs. I smile to him and run my fingers through my hair. he watches my movements and for a moment its quiet.

“I think you're really smart.” I say finally. “I love how you push me, you're always there for me, and you just come up with the best ideas. you're so creative.” 

“wow. what did I do to deserve your kindness?” he asks with a slight laugh.

“I can think of a few things.” our conversation became much lighter after that. after a while we went into my home studio and he helped me write. the night was filled with jokes and endless laughing but also had serious moments too. I shared very personal details about my life. but the best thing of all was that there was no camera in sight. it was just friends being friends. no clickbait. no underlying purpose for the long stay. it was perfect.

-- next day

“hey y/n could I come over and talk?” Charlie asked over the phone.

“sure, I don't have anything planned till tonight.”

“ok be there in 20.”

“what's the sudden emergency?” I ask as he walks in the door.

“there's just something I've been wanting to confess for a really long time and i’m not sure-”

“its ok Charlie, what is it?”

“I think I'm in love with you.”

my heart dropped. Im frozen in time. I don't need a relationship right now and I sure as hell can't lose my friendship with Charlie.

“I don't know what to say...”

“say you love me too!” he moves closer to me “I know you do! you always want to be around me, have me close to you, we talk all night. I know you feel it.”

I look at him with a blank expression.

“I honestly don't. I've never thought of you that way, and I'm really enjoying being single. for once in my life I'm not letting the pressure of having someone on my arm get to me, I don't need this right now, I-”

“what..? y/n. don't do this.”

“I'm not doing anything it's just the truth.” I look to the ground as his eyes fill with tears. “I think you should go.” I say.

-- DAVIDS POV, that night

- y/n/n 😋

you're still coming to my party tonight right? >

< I wouldn't miss it! so proud of you! ❤️

tonight was my party to celebrate my new show. I haven't told the fans yet but this vlog will be my announcement. we start filming for it on Monday and I've never been more excited. its exactly what I've been dreaming of all my life.

the party started to kick off and all my friends slowly started showing up. Charlie was going to perform his unreleased song tonight and everyone was already talking about it. 

“hey have you heard anything from y/n and Charlie? are they dating?” Ilya comes up and whispers to me.

“no man, I haven't heard anything. I was with y/n all night last night and I wasn't exactly begging her to give me details but we did talk for hours about random stuff and she never brought him up or texted anyone. I don't know they might not be.” I say with hope shining through the cracks of my voice.

“I can just ask Charlie?” Ilya offers. he's such a good friend when it matters.

I nod and then head to get something to drink. y/n still wasn't here and I was getting antsy.

just then I hear Natalie let someone in. I peak around the corner and see y/n. she looks drop dead gorgeous. i’ve never seen her dressed up like that. I think she saw right through me and asked if she had something on her face. 

“no, no, I just have never seen you dressed like that. you look great.” I look to the floor. no way she and Charlie aren't an item. they both love music and they're both flawless people. they're a match made in heaven. 

“well, thank you, cowboy.” she says in a funny southern accent. she was so weird. she came in for a hug and she smelled exactly like when I first met her. I put my hand on the small of her back and for a split second I felt her push more into me. 

“so where can I get a drink?” she asked as we pulled apart.

“a drink?” I ask

“yes, i’ve had a bizarre day and I need a drink.”

Im about to ask her what she means when I hear Charlie from behind me 

“hey, babe, you're late.” he says to y/n as he pulls her into a hug. she almost looks uncomfortable. “hey Charles, how are you?” 

“i’m great, i’ve had several drinks and im thinking much clearly-er now”

“I can smell that” she chuckles

I hand her her favorite drink and ask her if she finished the song. after a short conversation Charlie pulls her to the couch where some other friends are doing karaoke. she's basically sitting on his lap and laughing. I grab my camera and record a little outside trying to not think about it.

-- YOUR POV

I honestly think drunk Charlie has forgotten about our conversation from earlier. which i’m relieved because sometimes I just need good ol Charlie and not this new one that was in love with me. sure he's a little touchy but we were always close like that. 

“alright I promised David I would perform an unreleased song tonight. come on I want you to hear it.” he grabs my hand pulls me up. I have a gut feeling I don't want to be here for it.

David set up the mic outside and everyone found a seat. David sat next to me with camera in hand. 

“alright alright” Charlie starts. “hopefully I don't forget the lyrics since i’m a little buzzed.” the audience laughed. “but this song means a lot to me, and I wrote it with someone in mind. someone who has changed my life for the better and made me a better man.”

oh god, please don't say my name 

“y/n. you are everything to me. I wouldn't be able to be who I am today without you.”

everyone looks to me as the music starts. a love song. i place my head in my hands and David nudges me. “you ok?” he whispers.

“can you please get me out of here?” he nods his head and stands up. Charlie is looking down at his guitar lost in his music. I feel bad leaving but how could he not take no as an answer? I follow David out the door and my head is down in shame. he closes the patio door and turns to me. “what is going on? I thought you guys were dating?” 

“oh god, not you too.” I groan. “just please I need to be anywhere but here right now. fast.”

“okay. let’s go.”

we go to his garage and he looks at me. 

“you said fast!” he shrugs as he opens the passenger Ferrari door for me. I laugh with my head thrown back “true. but im going to need a jacket or blanket.”

“here, use mine.” he took off his hoodie and handed it to me. I hopped in the car and we were off.

“anywhere in mind?” he asks as we pull out of the neighborhood.

“nope,” I smile. “im kinda hungry though”

“alright,” he turns the car at the light. “then we’re gonna make this worth our while. I know an overly expensive place with great burgers.” 

I laugh at him as my hair blows in the wind “yes! lets spend all your money!” I lift my arms and scream. David just laughs at me. we speed down the highways. ive never felt so free. 

we finally arrive to the place and get seated.

“so do you wanna tell me why we left my party now?”

“i’m sorry by the way. I didn't mean to drag you from your party but...” I look down and pick at my napkin “Charlie confessed his feelings for me this afternoon.” David looked at me confused. 

“isn't that a good thing?” he asked.

“not if I don't feel the same way.” I sigh and David looks surprised. “I was very clear about my feelings- or lack of. but he had been hitting on me all night and then the song. I know he was drunk but im really worried for my friendship with him.” 

“I can't believe my ears.” he said almost laughing. “you, y/f/n, don't like the guy who seems like he was sent down from the heavens for you?” 

“nope. he just isn't my type I guess, I don't know. I never really thought of him that way and I don't want to.”

“wow, no one will be up to your standards will they?” David laughs as he takes a drink.

“the right guy will be.”

perfect timing. the waitress comes over with our food. we thank her and get eating. he was right. best. burgers. ever! 

I moan as I take another bite.

David looks me up and down with his cheeks full of burger and chuckles. “okay, y/n, calm down. it isn't no Charlie puth.”

I gasp and throw a fry at him playfully, laughing. “no... no it is not!” we both laugh harder. as we finish up David pays despite my best efforts and we head to my house so he can drop me off. the car ride was fun, we listened to all the hits and sang our hearts out. we got tons of funny looks, but nothing mattered. I grabbed his vlog camera he threw to the side and recorded him singing and then popped myself into frame and had the camera aimed at both of us. our hair was crazy and the night was wearing down on us but it didn't matter. we were just happy to be alive. 

as we pulled into my driveway and David put the car in park, I looked to him. “you wanna walk me to my door?” 

“already on it.”

he came around and opened the car door for me and walked me up to my door. 

“thank you for tonight. it was like out of a movie. I really needed it.” I was talking softly now since it was the dead of the night and the only thing heard was the crickets. 

“anytime, y/n.” David also said softly. he kept looking to my lips which made my heart beat faster every time. I know I said I didn't need a guy, but he just looks too good. 

“and congrats on your show, I'm really proud of you.” I step closer. 

“thank you, congrats on staying single another night.” he joked but had his hands gently placed on my forearm. 

“its still early.” I whisper closer to his face now. I can feel his breath and he can feel mine. my heart is going a million beats a minute and the butterflies in my stomach are in a tornado.

“I can't write a song about you, but I can buy you more expensive burgers.”

I laugh leaning my head on his shoulder. “that's all a girl needs anyways.”

he laughs too but gently. I look up at him and his eyes are locked on mine. he places a hand on my cheek and then lower to my neck. I take a sharp breath in and connect our lips. his lips are soft, sweet, and gentle. I pull my arms up around his neck and deepen the kiss. I feel his hands slide down my back to just above my ass. I move my head to the side and open my mouth gently. he knows what to do and opens his mouth too. I feel his tongue dominate my mouth. he retracts and I close my mouth only to bite his bottom lip and then pull away. I let go and we put our foreheads together breathing heavily. 

“I could do that again.” he says.

“wanna come inside?” I whisper, my hands now playing with his hairs at the end of his neck.

“best party ever.” he laughs and I pull him inside. I don't know what im supposed to tell Charlie. the heart wants what it wants?

[brokendave]

beautiful night, beautiful girl - j.w

a/n: @undoyourtyping sent me this request, so thank you v much :) hopefully you guys enjoy, reblog if you did! also, she’s not edited as per usual, so sorry about dat 

love you all so much

synopsis: you’re set up on a blind date with jeff 

word count: 3092

You sit in front of your mirror, looking over your done up and the makeup that you spent a little too long on and wondered; why the fuck am I doing this?

Blind dates were not your thing. In fact, you had gone on one tinder date and totally deleted the app because of how atrocious it was but when your friend Natalie came to you, gushing about David’s new friend, Jeff, it was hard to say no.

She was very convincing, her story utterly compelling and Natalie knew her so well, how badly could she really mess this up for you?

“I think you guys would be so cute together,” Natalie said to you as you two walked around Target one afternoon. David sent her on a mission to get props for a vlog and Natalie had enlisted your help in finding them.

“Looks-wise, or personality wise? You know I’m picky,” you reminded your friend. Natalie nodded and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, I know,” she droned, looking through the party supplies. You stayed quiet as Natalie tried to pick out some balloons, debating between two different colors. You pointed to the red and she threw them in her cart. “Look, I think you guys would like each other. He’s really funny and he’s adventurous like you. Super positive, too. Plus, he loves to hike,” Natalie told you.

After a little convincing from Natalie’s end and a stalk through his Instagram account, you reluctantly agreed to go. You had a lot of questions from his ex-girlfriend Cierra to his time in jail but Natalie gave you vague answers and left you that day with nothing but a time and a place to meet. “Just show up looking hot as usual and be your normal, charming self,” Natalie told you as you got out of her car as she dropped you off.

You looked down at the paper she wrote the address on and sighed, looking back up at her. She gave you a big, cheesy grin and drove off and that’s where you were now. After spending too long getting ready for a date that you were unsure about, you grab your purse from your bed and head out the door.

The restaurant was nice and some guy in a vest offered to valet your car but you decide to park it on your own in the back because judging by the look of the exterior, you may not be able to afford both.

You suddenly felt underdressed and wished that you had put on a fancier dress but then you remember that this was your fancy dress and you smooth it out while you walk to the front of the restaurant where you notice Jeff, sitting on the bench placed right outside the door.

You take a deep breath, the nerves hitting you hard. You had felt nothing the entire drive there, mostly just regret, but no nerves. Not until you saw him in a suit with his shirt loosely tucked into his pants and his hair smoothed back. He was ringing his fingers out with his hands like maybe he was feeling the nerves, too, so that made you feel a little bit better. Better enough to actually go up to him.

“Jeff?” You ask, causing him to look up at you. When your face registers in his head, he stands up and smooths out his own outfit and sticks his hand out for you to shake. You do.

“Hey,” he says as he shakes your hand for a little too long. When he realizes how long he was actually holding your hand for, he drops his hand to his side quickly. If you weren’t so nervous, you would have laughed. “You look very nice tonight,” he tells you.

“Thank you, so do you,” you say. Jeff nods and smiles at you and then his eyes dart to everything around him. He puts on his persona that he’s so charming and easy going and a ladies man but stick him in front of a pretty girl and all that changes. “Do you wanna go inside?” You ask, bringing his attention back to you.

“Oh, yeah, let's go,” he says. You nod and turn around and Jeff places his hand on your lower back. He doesn't make contact, his hand just hovers there, guiding you to the entrance where he tells the hostess that he wants a table for two. He makes the right choice and tells the man they want a booth when asked.

The hostess sets the menus down in front of you and Jeff and you open yours right away, looking for any kind of distraction but Jeff didn’t bother looking at his. “So,” he starts, smacking his lips a little bit and tapping his fingers on the menu.

“So,” you reply, your eyes dance from the menu up to him. All he can see is your beautiful eyes behind the menu and he smiles. “Do you already know what you want, or?” You ask. Jeff looks at you with confusion and you nod down at his menu. His lips part and he shakes his head, opening the menu. This time, you chuckle a little to yourself.

“I’ve never been here before,” Jeff says and he clears his throat as he looks at the menu. It’s just as expensive as you had thought it would be and everything on the menu had accent marks on it and no pictures and you felt very out of place. “Natalie picked it out,” Jeff chuckles.

“Did she really?” You ask, your eyes snapping from the menu up to Jeff. Now it was his turn to be focused on the menu and he nods his head without looking at you. You shake your head and you should’ve known better. After your internet stalk of Jeff Wittek, you should have known he’d never pick this place out.

“Who the hell wants to eat an oyster? That’s fuckin’ disgustin’,” he says, scrunching up his nose. When his brain realizes what he had just said, his eyes widen and he looks at you. “Shit, sorry,” he mumbles and gives you an apologetic smile.

“For what?” You ask. Jeff’s face was still filled with concern and he looked around the place, scanning the couples around them. They were all older or more fancy than the two of you but none of them look too concerned with the two 20-something’s that looked like they had never been to a restaurant that charged more for their drinks than their appetizers.

“My language,” Jeff says, lowering his voice. You laugh and wave him off, shaking your head. “I’m not used to bein’ in places like this, ya know? I’m just some degenerate from Staten Island, what am I doin’ in a place like this,” he says, turning the menu over to the back and if you’re both being honest, nothing sounded that appetizing.

“Not really my style either. I thought Natalie knew me better than this,” you admit. Natalie has known you for years and never once has she seen you dine in a place with table clothes and mood lighting.

“You’ve known Nat for a while?” Jeff asks. He set down his menu, still not deciding on a meal but deciding to worry about it later.

“Yeah. Ever since she moved to L.A,” you tell him. You remember when she came into the Starbucks that you were in, working on stuff for your job when she huffed and stood next to your table. You asked her if she was okay and then the rest was history. You tell Jeff the story, however unfascinating it was and he listens. You’re so sure that he’s just pretending that you stop your story and narrow your eyes at him. “You really care about this dumb story?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” He asks, almost offended at your question but you shrug your shoulders and he folds his hands over his closed menu and he leans in a little. “You wanna go somewhere that doesn’t have live fish on the menu?” He whispers so low that you almost didn’t hear him. He’s got a knowing smile on his face and an eager demeanor and you agree.

He pushes himself out of his chair and takes your hand and you walk through the restaurant like you know what you’re doing and where you’re going and Jeff struts right past the hostess that seated you and smiles. “This is too low class for us.”

You give the hostess a soft smile as you pass, but you don’t say a word. When you’re out of earshot, you let out a laugh. Jeff smiles down at you and you take the moment to realize just how much taller he was than you, a fact you hadn’t really noticed before. “Where to?” He asks.

“I don’t know, it was your idea to leave,” you remind him. Jeff nods and looks around. Everything near you was just as fancy as the place you had left so Jeff suggests that you walk around until something catches your eye. “I’m in heels, you know,” you tell him.

“Don’t worry, woman. I’ll carry ya if I have to,” he says, smirking at you. He was feeling more comfortable, more confident and surer of himself. You swore to yourself at the moment that you wouldn’t let yourself fall to mush around this boy but when he smirked like that, it was hard not to.

The two of you walked for a few blocks, making mindless conversation and Natalie was right, Jeff was funny and he made you laugh a lot in those few blocks and he was in the middle of telling you a story about his dog when he stops dead in his tracks and nods to the left. “Wanna eat there?” He asks. You look over at a rundown diner with flickering lights. It looks like it hasn’t been remodeled in ages but there was a lot of hustle and bustle on the inside.

“Aren’t we a little overdressed for that?” You ask, motioning your hands towards your dress and his suit but Jeff shrugs and grabs your wrist, pulling you into the diner parking lot.

“That don’t matter,” he says. You follow him inside and into a booth in the far back corner of the diner. You go to sit opposite of him with your back to the crowd, but he grabs you before you can do so and swings you into the spot next to him.

“Ew, who sits like this?” You ask him, not so silently judging the moves he was making.

“What do you mean ‘ew’?” He laughs and you scrunch your face up. “I want you to sit next to me so that we can look at these weirdos eating here,” he tells you, using his hand to show you all the weirdos that were eating there.

There weren’t that many weirdos, necessarily, but everyone was pretty much sitting by themselves enjoying their meals. “They look fine to me,” you tell him.

“Who eats crappy dinner food on a Friday night?” He asks. You give him a look that says, us. He reads it almost immediately and brushes you off. “Alone,” you clarify.

“Who cares?” You ask. The banter was playful and Jeff’s face was turning red with you challenging him and he always did like a challenge. You didn’t mind one either and you had come to the conclusion that Jeff was one before you even left the house but he was intrigued by you and you could tell. The recent break-up didn’t seem to be weighing too heavily on his mind when he was with you and it wasn’t. His mind was free and all he could think of was hearing your laugh next. “Why did you agree to this date?” You ask him after a minute of looking over the menu with pictures. It was easier to read and you had decided what you want right away.

“Why did you?” He asks, giving you a pointed look. You roll your eyes and look out into the rest of diner where everyone was eating so peacefully. They didn’t know that there was a war of butterflies raging in your stomach.

“Your photos,” you tease. You figure he gets that a lot and he wouldn’t take it so seriously but his expression fell and his hand went to his heart.

“I have a good personality, too, ya know,” he says. You look at him through your lashes and you bat them, making his heart pound. A smile forms on his lips, soft and sweet. “You teasin’ me?” He asks and you nod. “Well, in that case, ditto.”

“Oh please, there’s nothing about my photos that would have made you agree to this. David probably offered you a lot of money to make a bit out of me, huh?” You ask. You’re still partially teasing him but you also knew David and any opportunity for a bit was a good one in his books.

“Nothin’ in your photos? Are you kiddin’ me?” Jeff says, appalled that you’d think that and his eyes scanned your entire body not for the first time tonight but the first time that you had noticed. “Look at you,” he says in a soft whisper.

“Natalie knows me well,” you tell him. “Really well and she knows that I don’t just like anyone so when she says that I’ll like someone, I trust her,” you say.

Jeff looks at you and you look back at him, the eye contact unwavering. “Was she right?” He asks. It was a bold choice, asking her that but he feels confident in himself. He sees the way that you look at him and he can almost feel your excitement when he smiles at you so he had no doubt in his mind that you’d say yes.

“I’m still deciding,” you tell him and smirk. He lets out a laugh and you like it. His laugh. It makes the butterflies flap their wings a little harder and your stomach was in so much movement you almost didn’t want to eat but when the food came, you did.

“Never seen a girl eat so fast in my life,” Jeff comments as you scarf down the last of your fries. His meal was almost done with as well so he had no room for judgments. “I like it.”

“I was supposed to eat over an hour ago,” you say, reminding him of their change of plans and he nods in understanding. “You can’t leave a girl hungry, Jeff.”

“I would never leave you hungry,” he says, lowering his gaze and leaning into you slightly. His flirting was subtle and sometimes it was hard for you to pick up on it. “I’d never leave you unsatisfied either,” he says. “So, you satisfied?”

“With the food, or you?” You ask, challenging him again. The question was open-ended and Jeff left it that way on purpose. He grins at you, happy that you picked up on it so easily and you wink at him. He chooses not to answer your question and calls for the bill, which he pays for despite your protesting.

“Hey, forget about it, it’s my treat,” he says. “I take a pretty girl out the least I can do is buy her crappy diner food.”

“It wasn’t your idea to take me out, remember?” You say. Jeff nods and ushers you out of the booth. Again, his hand hovers over your lower back as he walks you out of the diner.

“No, but I’m glad that I did,” he admits. “Let me walk you back to your car,” he says and starts in the direction of the restaurant. He wasn’t trying to end the date so soon and neither were you but you agree anyway and walk the same few blocks you had only an hour ago.

The walk was quiet again. The feelings of sorrow grew greater and greater the closer you got to your car and Jeff started to feel it, too. Jeff wanted to say something, anything. He wanted to start a conversation that you couldn’t turn away from. One that you’d beg him to continue but he couldn’t think of anything to actually say that was worthwhile.

“I had fun tonight,” you tell him when you start to see your car come into view and Jeff nods in agreement. “Thank you for dinner.”

“Ya, no problem,” Jeff says. You walk until you reach your car and you turn your back to it, facing Jeff. He shoves his hands in his pockets and rolls back on his heels. Your heels were starting to hurt from all the walking and you want to sit down but you want to stay with Jeff. “Thanks for agreeing,” he laughs.

“Thanks to Natalie,” you correct him. Jeff laughs again and nods. He looks around the parking lot that was a lot fuller than it was when you had pulled in earlier tonight and there were a lot of people walking around but you were looking at Jeff.

“So, can I, uh, call you?” He asks, squinting one of his eyes and his voice squeaked a little bit. He was nervous and you could sense that and it made you feel a little bit better for your own nerves.

“You want to call me?” You ask him and he nods.

“I would like to go out again. If that’s okay with you,” he says. You bit your lip and start to rummage through your purse until you find your cell phone. When you find it, you pull up your contacts and hand it to Jeff. By the time you were giving it to him, Jeff had his all ready for you, too.

You plug your number into his phone and he smiles when you exchange phones back. “I’ll call you,” he says. You nod and open your car door as Jeff steps back to allow you more room. You keep eye contact with him the entire time you get into your car and as he takes steps backward away from you. “I’ll call you!” He calls, pointing at you. His voice was muffled through your closed window but you smile and nod at him and he turns to walk away from you.

Before you even leave the parking lot, you get a text message: what a beautiful night with a beautiful girl, thank you.

[sireswhore]

Oh Really?

Summary: You and Scott are home alone, in absolute boredom, which only lead to some creativity inspired by a tiktok trend...

Warnings; smut, language (that I know of)

The Group all had plans to hang out at Jay and Scott’s since everyone’s schedule was clear for the weekend. Jay already had a weekend getaway planned with his family so he couldn’t stay.

Everyone planned to show up by noon, but you decided to show up a little earlier since you had nothing else to do and you wanted some company.

Since about 11 the two of you were just chilling on the couch, scrolling through endless tiktoks, and trying out some new dances to pass the time.

Time flew by fast and you two didn’t realize it was already 12:40 when suddenly everyone in the group chat messaged saying they weren’t going to make it on time because the traffic was really heavy, they were told everyone would be there at a later time for sure.

Of course Scott didn’t sweat it, he was already having a great time with the girl of his dreams. The two of you really liked eachother but, none of you had the balls to admit it, so you guys just play the “just friends” card to avoid ruining anything.

“So what now?” You asked.

“I guess we just continue doing what we were before, haha.” He scratches his head.

“True.” You say all giddy, “Hey, I’m kinda hungry, wanna postmat- oh shit, right the traffic..” you realized.

“I still have food we can make here if you’d like, come I’ll make us something.” He gestures to follow him into the kitchen, and you do.

He patted down on a corner of the kitchen island, and you used your upper body strength to get your self to sit on it so you could keep him company as he made a meal.

“So what are you in the mood for? Italian? Ameri-“

“PASTA YES PLEASE!” You said eagerly.

He chuckled, “okay I can do chicken alfredo is that okay?”

“Yes it’s perfect, I’m a pasta enthusiast.”

“I see that.”

The two of you laughed, and talked, and ate for the time being before you both went back to tiktoking in the living room.

A couple minutes went by, you both were on the couch scrolling through the videos, when Scott rose from his spot on the couch and left.

You mentally frowned, because you thought he got tired of your presence, but that quickly went away when you saw him walk in your direction with some random pens in one hand and his phone in the other. And you quickly began to mentally question his intentions.

He pressed record on his phone when he asked, “Alright Y/N, this is for a tiktok I saw. Can you give me your hand?”

“Why? You gonna propose to me or something?” You laughed nervously.

“No,” he laughed “just give me your hand I wanna try something.”

You obliged and gave him your hand. He stuck 3 pens in between your fingers, and you had a confused look on your face.

“Okay Y/N, can you tell me what sound does a dog make?” He pointed at one of the pens and began recording.

“Ruff.” you say in monotone

“Okay can you tell me what sound a cat makes?” He laughed pointing at the next pen.

“Meow.”

“Okay now tell me what sound a sheep makes.” He pointed at the last pen.

“Baaa.” You both giggle at this stupid situation.

“Okay now what sound do you make while you have sex?”

And before you had time to think about what he said, he laughed and squeezed your fingers tightly.

“OHH FUCK,” you moaned and groaned at the same time, wincing from the pain. You were caught so off guard, you shook his hand away removing the pens with it, still recovering from what just happened.

It seemed like he was caught off guard too since he already stopped laughing. He took a deep breath and ended the video.

“Fuck are you okay? I’m sorry, can I see?” He sits beside you.

You turn to face him and took your hand out of your own hold, to let him have it in his possession once again. He touches it with his thumb and you wince again biting your lip.

You notice his eyes getting darker by the second.

‘Fuck, what is she doing to me?’ He thought.

He zoned out for a second, replaying the look on your face and the sound that slipped out of your lips, in his head. His pants growing tighter by the second.

“Scott?”

He quits zoning out and now he’s staring into your eyes, then glancing towards your lips. You’re face is feeling really hot, and if it wasn’t flushed red before, it definitely was now.

Before you you say anything else, he quickly presses his lips against yours, and you don’t protest. You mirror his action and part your lips to give him entrance.

You moan into the kiss and for a split second you stop yourself and realize whats happening. You push his broad shoulders away.

“Don’t fuck with me, Sire. What is this?”

He gets closer to you and nips at your neck, trailing near your ear, pressing his body against yours so you could feel his hard on.

“Does it feel like I’m fucking with you?” he whispered.

“Oh..” you blushed.

“Yeah, Oh.”

He plants a kiss on your neck before he hoists you up and carries you on your way to his bedroom.

He almost roughly swung you hard on the bed, now he’s hovering over you. Making you gasp and giggle at the same time.

He replayed that moment in his head once again, and growled, slowly getting closer to your face. You held your breath tight as he stared you down, he wanted you all.

He left sloppy kisses on your neck, and stopped to quickly strip you out of your clothes, then stripped out of his, leaving the two of you in your under garments.

“I want to hear you loud and clear while I fuck you, yeah?” He whispered in your ear, you shivered.

“Yes.”

He swiftly got you out of your bra before trailing kisses down your stomach, then your hips while pulling your panties down. You’re slightly squirming from the feeling the hairs of his beard are giving you.

Lust filled his eyes as he lowered himself even more facing your core. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second from his gaze. He spread you wide and held your legs apart, leaving open mouth kisses on your inner thigh as he inched closer to your heat.

He played with you, he wanted to see what would make you crack. He left small kisses around your labia as he moved closer to your clit just to lightly flick it with his tongue.

His aim was to make you beg, he sofly blew cold air on your cunt, making you ache.

“Scottttttttt...” you whine.

He didn’t respond, he kissed and toyed with every spot except for where you wanted.

“SCOTT PLEASE!” You begged.

“Please what?” He raised his head from between your legs.

“Scott please make me feel good..”

Appeased with how he has you, he wasted no time and finally is licking nose-deep into your cunt, his tongue flat against the mouth of your hole, the tip flicking in just slightly before starting it’s stripe all over again, and you let out a satisfactory moan.

He continued his actions, and you released a strained moan this time, slightly louder than your previous noise, you reached down to grasp at his hair, grabbing two fistfuls and using them as leverage to push your hips harder into his mouth, the bridge of his nose crinkling against your cunt, and letting your jaw hang at the glorious sensation.

“SCOTT,” you released a jumbled noise of pleasure and used your hold on Scott’s locks to thrust your hips into his face; he took the offering with grace, widening his mouth so that the motions he inflicted became messier. Hungrier.

“Please, I’m close. I’m close, I- Aouw” you whine at the loss of contact.

Scott picked himself up from his position between your legs, his hand moving from flicking at your clit, to mimicking fucking motions with his fingers inside your slick walls as he crawled up your torso, his face hovering over yours.

Now that there was nothing surpressing him, his member curved up, his leaking precum showing through his boxers.

The sight of it had your mind a boggled mess of want and yearning for Scott’s sprung member. You wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to make. You. Cum.

You needed release, and just as you were about to, Scott removes his fingers from your hole, and the previous build-up starts to bubble down.

Just as you were about to grow more impatient because he’s left you floating above the burning inferno of sexual frustration, Scott swiftly removed his boxers and spreads your legs open with his knee, and thrusts into you, watching the way your pussy swallows his head and the rest of him sinking after.

Consumed in your tight, slick, heat, he shudders himself to the hilt. The feeling of being so full, so stretched, painfully good to the max, is sending you waves of pleasure. You were loud, thankfully no one was around.

“Harder Scott, I need it harder!”

He growled, he growled against your skin, disconnecting from your mouth to bite into your neck, licking the underside of your jaw. Feeling his ginger beard, and it’s sending shivers up your spine.

Scott picks up his pace, dropping one of your legs and grasping the other by the back of your thigh, pulling it up to his hips and using it as a hold to pound into you. Every thrust is met with a new sound from you, who’s eyes were clenched and head was thrown back.

Scott pulls out from you abrubtly, leaning back on his knees to flip you over, pulling you to him so your thighs wrapped around his hips, sheathing his cock into your cunt with no preamble. He thrusts into you that way so hard, there’s a sting everytime your skin connects.

His hands taking hold on your waist, he continues with force and rapidness, causing you to melt so your ass stuck in the air and the side of your face pressed against the sheets.

You are a whimpering, babbling mess; your moans coming out in a high range of whimpers and squeals. You pushed back against Scott’s thrust, helping him hit the spot inside you that made your eys roll back into your head. 

Wrapping a hand on your hair, Scott pulls you up so his front is parallel to your back his hand coming around to wrap around your neck, thumb applying pressure to the soft skin. 

Soon enough you feel a knot growing rapidly in your stomach with every movement.

“OHH FUCK” you moaned just like earlier, your eyes closed shut for what’s bound to come.

The knot breaks, and your nerve endings go haywire, buzzing into a frenzy that spreads throughtout your entire body, pleasure raking through you.

You’re clenching around him, begging for every drop; an impossible tight, warm, soft fist around his dick that pushed him to the edge. Knowing you were there, Scott allowed himself to spurt into you, contributing to the wetness between your thighs with a strong thrust that knocks you completely flat, him pulling out and following after you and landing on your back. 

They’re panting, tired out but satisfied.

He plants a kiss on your shoulder before peeling himself off of you. He stretched out to reach his drawer to look for something to wipe you down.

Always a gentleman, he used a wipe to clean you off and then helped return you back into your original state.

You two haven’t said a word to each other since this, you both were nervous to ask each other where your friendship stood.

“You know I like you right?” Scott blurted out after a while.

You tried to hide your excitement, but failed when you grinned happily and said “Really? I always did.”

Scott was about to respond but he was interrupted by a call from David. He said he was trying to get in contact with him for a while, him and everyone else would be at his place in 2-5 minutes.

Scott’s eyes widened as he ended the call, “They’re coming now.”

The two of you hurried to tidy up as much as you could. Before you knew it everyone was over, chilling on the couch talking about the insane traffic.

Everyone engaged in their own conversations, your phone buzzed as you received a text.

You opened it, and it read.

Scotty

Scotty: So if you like me back, does this mean I finally escaped the friendzone? :)

You smiled at the text.

Me: yes, sire. :)

<3

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Updated (We're Back!) - Re-Watchers With A Thousand Eyes - a Starkid, Shipwrecked and Tin Can Bros Weekly Watch-along

We took a short break for Nightmare Time Season 2, but we're back, the schedule is updated, and I am psyched to watchalong with you all again!!!

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So I thought it would be fun to do what I call a weekly “offline watchalong” of Starkid, Shipwrecked and Tin Can Bros content. An “offline watchalong” is where a show/series is picked as the “show of the week” and everyone who wants to join in watches it at any point in the week they wish to. Then throughout the week as people watch the show, we can make posts, mini-fics (or longer fics if you’re a writing whiz!) and fanart (again for you talented folks) about that week’s show.

Also thanks to the lovely @awigglycultist, @ur-url-is-weird and @faery-market for helping with this! Go follow them!

The shows have been split into themes, some with fun names, and some with not-so fun names because I ran out of creativity. The watch-along will start on 26th of July with The Trail to Oregon as I have been informed that that is the date the show takes place. The rest of the schedule is below the cut.

So how to take part?

Watch the week’s show! You don’t have to watch every single week’s show, if you feel like skipping a week because a show’s not for you, awesome! Curate your own enjoyment and join in again when we reach a show you’re excited for!

Make a post, fic, art etc - the idea is we are all in this watch-along together so seeing everyone’s thoughts on the content is what’s exciting. Not creative? Fabulous, neither am I - my contribution is likely to be “omg I love this bit in xxx when xxx...” - feel free to do the same.

Tag it! As well as tagging with the show/creators, include the tag #ReWatchers1000 so that if anyone doesn’t want to see the content, they can filter it.

Don’t have anything to post? No problem - reblog away! Press that like button! Learn “Listen to Your Heart Joey” in the privacy of your own bedroom just for yourself! Perfect your Oscar Wilde impression in your mirror!

Not seen one of the shows before? Amazing! This could be an opportunity to find something new you hadn’t realised you were missing!

Don’t have time to watch this week? I get you! We’re all busy, but feel free to engage with the content anyway - and hey, you can always watch the show when you’re free in a different week!

Most importantly - be kind. The shows, series, shorts and live readings we’ll be watching are lovingly made by some amazing people who have put in a great amount of time, energy and money into making us amazing content for free! Equally, these fan communities have some incredible fan-work which also takes a lot of love and effort. Be kind about the content you watch and the content that may appear.

Each week one of us will post what the next show will be. If any shows get released in this time period (here’s hoping) we may put a pause on this to give the new content the time and energy it deserves.

Schedule

This Counts as Historical Fiction Right?

Beginning with a story about a group about to start a long journey - seems apt!

26th July - The Trail to Oregon

2nd August - Firebringer

9th August - Poe Party

Pop Culture Parody

16th August - Holy Musical Batman

23rd August - Twisted

30th August - Movies, Musicals and Me

6th September - Solve It Squad

Harry Freakin’ Potter

Just in time for back to school - we're going back to Hogwarts

13th September - A Very Potter Musical

20th September - A Very Potter Sequel

Break for Nightmare Time Season 2

13th December - A Very Potter Senior Year

Need more HP? There's also A Very Potter Christmas audio show!

SHORTS

Watch at your own pace until we return on 3rd January!

American Whoopee

Kissing in the Rain

A Cryptmas Carol

A Tell Tale Vlog

Little VVomen

Ex-Vloggers

Spilled Milk

Weird Towns

The nights are dark and we're still feeling a bit spooky after those three ghosts visited us on Christmas eve - let's visit some weird towns!

3rd January - The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

10th January - Black Friday

17th January - Nightmare Time 1, Episode 1

24th January - Nightmare Time 1, Episode 2

31st January - Nightmare Time 1, Episode 3

7th February - Wayward Guide

Ordinary Life - But Make it Weird

Let's kick off Valentines Day with... well...

14th February - Me and My Dick

21st February - Flop Stoppers

28th February - Choose Our Destiny

7th March - Little White Lie

14th March - Idle Worship

SPACE!

21st March - Starship

28th March - Ani

Not ready to leave Space? Why not listen to the Starship: Requiem?

Live Readings

Phew! Who's tired after all those Space Adventures? Let's sit back and relax with some classic movies! Wait... these seem different!

4th April - Beetlejuice

11th April - Addams Family

18th April - Scream

25th April - Hocus Pocus

Secrets and Intrigue

2nd May - Gilded Lily

9th May - Broadway Whodunit

16th May - Spies are Forever