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I just got around to reading your newest fic, and holy hell I love it. Your writing has gotten better and I love all the little details, oh my gosh<3 Keep up the fantastic work, and I cannot wait for the next update, cupcake<3 c:
I leave for a little while and come back to all of this love! I can’t handle it! *wipes single tear from eye* thank you so much, lovie! You don’t know how much it means to me!
Your blog is beautiful; it's there for me at 3am when I can't sleep! So much beauty by one gorgeous person! ^.^ I hope you are well? :)
Aww! You are so sweet, friend. Thank you so much, that really means a lot to me. I am well! How are you? Thank you for making me smile!
Cant think of a plot but wanted to say I LOVE YOU AND THIS BLOG!!! KEEP IT UP BUTTERCUP!
Oh my goodness darling thank you!!! You’re so sweet. I love you. Is that weird? I don’t really care. I love you! Thank you!
Hey, just wanting to ask if you're as excited about Marvel's Jessica Jones coming out and the NYCC panel as I am! XD
YES I AM, NONNY!! Almost just one month to go! I’m literally so excited for this. Marvel + DT is like my dream combo. Plus..AMERICA! I need more David in my country. I neeeeeed iiiiiiitttt
Hey, i love how nice you are to everyone and your writing is amazing! My dad passed away back at the end of April so could you do some sort of 10 comfort fic? My dad had been ill for a while and was in hospital but i didn't go to see him because he always just bounced back y'know? But now i obviously feel awful because i wasn't there for him and he died all on his own. We didn't have the best relationship but the last thing i said to him was that i loved him and he said he loved me back <3 thank
I’m so sorry to hear about this, friend. But I’m happy to hear that you seem to have a good outlook about it ❤️ thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you like what I’ve written you! It’s a little vague so hopefully anyone can read it, but I hope it makes you feel a little better ❤️
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"I'm so sorry." The Doctor said sullenly, looking down at his shoes from the opposite side of the console with his hair dangling over his eyes. You had told him everything, and you could tell that he was thinking about what you said. His hands were in his pockets with the unbuttoned portions of his brown suit jacket drawn behind his arms, pulling at the single button he had done up that day. You were holding back tears while sitting on the jump seat with your legs drawn up to your chest: "It's okay." You lied, "I don't even know why I just told you all that. But I also don't know why I didn't tell you before." Your breathing was slowing down and you were regaining composure. You dragged an arm under one of your eyes. "I wish I could say that I could take you back." He thought for a moment, "I just don't know what would happen to the timelines involved." He flipped a few switches on the console before sonicking something and holding it up to his ear. "You don't need to do that." You choked, you started welling up again at the thought of going back and the fact that The Doctor would be so kind as to think to take you, "I didn't bring it up so that you would." "I know." He looked directly at you now, "But if I can help, I'm going to help. Give me a moment." Now you had hope. The thought of going back made your heart skip. For some reason you hadn't even thought about asking The Doctor for help. And now that you hadn't, he was going to. "Alright." He finally said, snapping you back to reality, "As long as we make sure no one else sees you, we should be fine." He looked up to gage your reaction, you were so numb that you couldn't make a conscious expression, but he smiled when he saw whatever expression you had painted on your face. "Would you like to go right now?" He asked. "No time like the present." You chuckled softly at your little joke, and he gave you a big toothy grin in return. He was so glad to make you least bit happy. "Very well then! Allons-y!" He shouted, and you had to grip the jump seat to keep from flinging onto the floor when the TARDIS took off. Seconds later, you landed. Realizing just what was about to happen, you felt your stomach churn just a little, and you stayed on the jump seat for a long moment. "I can't do this." You said, staring blankly at the console. "You don't have to." The Doctor offered, "We can come back-" "No" you cut him off, "If I don't go now, I never will." You stood on wobbly knees and didn't look at him as you walked to the door. He was about to remind you to not let anyone see you, but he knew you'd remember. *** You burst back through the TARDIS doors, scrambling up the ramp with the intention of retreating to your bedroom when The Doctor caught you in his arms. You immediately burst into tears. He didn't say anything for a long while. He just held you against his chest and stroked your hair while you cried all over his brown and blue tie. "I'm- sorry." Your breath caught in your throat as you spoke through a sob. "Don't apologize, ___________." He said softly, "I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this." "No-" you choked, "Thank you for taking me. I'm glad I did it." He slid to the ground with you still wrapped in his arms. You cuddled to him and gripped the lapel of his suit jacket as more tears came pouring down your cheeks. He continued to stroke your hair while he softly whispered to you in Gallifreyan. Even though you couldn't understand him, his speech pattern and tone of voice calmed you like nothing you've ever experienced before. After a while, your tears dried and you were so emotionally exhausted that you almost fell asleep against The Doctor's chest. Your eyes stung and you moved a hand to press the heel against your eyelids before shifting so you could see The Doctor's face. "Thank you." You whispered. "You know I'd do anything for you, ___________."
What/who gave you the inspiration to start writing xx
Hmmm. Well, when I was in high school, I was always looking for something to do other than pay attention in class so I would write my friends little drabbles of them and their celebrity crushes instead of taking notes. Then I’d pass them out at lunch and everyone really liked them. I got away from that in college because I had to /actually/ take notes and forgot about it for a while. Then, just over a year ago, I discovered reader-insert fanfiction and I was hooked. Of course, the only fics I were interested in at the time were DT ones, but there was an agonizingly low number of them. So I thought, why not? I guess it boils down to David. Haha. Plus I have a very overactive imagination and a love of storytelling. That helps too.
Get to know the blogger - ask me anything you’d like to know!
I've just lost a close friend through an illness. Could you write David comforting the reader over a grievance?
Oh friend, I am so sorry. I hope what I’ve written can give you a little comfort, but I understand how hard this time must be for you. I’m always just an ask away if you need to talk about anything ❤️
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You had been strong all day. You had put on a good face for everyone around you. How could you show weakness when they all needed someone to cry to?
That didn't change when you returned to your flat. You simply sat on your bed in your slightly uncomfortable black dress and stared at the wall for a while, unmoving and without making a sound.
You had managed to get so far out of your own head that you jumped when you heard the knock on your door. Blankly, you made your way to it, unlocked it and pulled it open. David was standing in the doorway, looking sullen.
Relieved to finally see someone who would be strong for you, you burst into tears as soon as you realized it was him on the other side of the door. Your body was so exhausted from keeping you strong over the past days that you collapsed where you stood. David caught you before you could hit the floor and picked you up, kicking the door closed behind him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and cried against his shoulder while he carried you to your bedroom.
"Now, why would you wear that, love? Let's get you comfortable, hm?" He said softly as he placed you on your bed and went to your closet. He pulled out your favorite big tshirt and set it next to you, but you couldn't move; all of your energy was focused on the tears rolling down your cheeks and keeping your breathing under control. Realizing this, David stood you up slowly, assuming you hadn't eaten today and knowing any sudden movements might cause you to lose consciousness. He stepped behind you and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor and immediately reaching for the tshirt to pull it over your head. He quickly reached up under the tshirt to unfasten your bra and let that fall down your arms and onto the floor with your dress. You managed to feebly snake your arms through the holes before your knees went weak and you sat on the bed again. David swiped a few tissues from the box on your table and padded your face with them before placing them in your hand and reaching to the floor to hang up your dress and place your bra in one of your drawers.
"I'll only be a minute." He looked square into your eyes in an effort to make you hear him over your sobs, and you nodded once before he made long strides out of the room.
You raised the tissues to your face with shaking hands and blew your nose. You managed to get the wad of tissues in the wastebasket next to the table as your arm flopped back to your side, and you were grateful for a moment that that was something David wouldn't have to take care of. He returned a few minutes later with a small tray balancing a cup of tea in your favorite mug and a small plate of food.
"I know you probably don't feel up to it, but you've got to eat something, love."
He sat next to you and balanced the tray on his knees while he helped you hold the mug and take a sip. You had cried just about every tear you had in you, and they were now drying on your cheeks, making your eyes sting slightly and your face cold. The tea felt good on your dry throat, and David wiped your face with the napkin he had brought in with him. He practically fed you and you were grateful to eat. Even if you weren't entirely hungry, you knew you couldn't let your stomach stay empty for much longer without feeling sicker.
When you had finished, David placed the tray on the table beside the box of tissues and kicked off his shoes. He climbed onto the bed and pulled you down gently so he was holding you tightly.
"Rest now, love." He whispered into your hair, "I'll be right here."
You allowed your eyelids to close over your dry eyes and let your body surrender to the sleep you so desperately needed, your body and mind being held together mostly by David's tight embrace.
Hey I'm feeling really depressed by my own family I feel so unnoticed and lonely and I was wondering if you could write me a short fic I don't care what kind as long as it has something uplifting. I really need this please and I'm Sorry if I'm being a bother I just feel like I'm just in the way and I don't belong. Sorry for being a bother.
Nonny, you could never be a bother. I’m so sorry to hear what you’ve been going through. I really hope this gives you a little comfort. Know that I’m always here if you need to talk <3
This fic is also going to try to fulfill two other anon requests for a fic where The Doctor shows up in the reader’s room after a lousy day. Hope you like it!
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You sat on the floor of your room with your knees drawn up against your chest and your head tilted back against your bed. You felt a couple of tears slide down your temples and into your hair.
You let out a sharp exhale when you felt a slight breeze on your face. It felt comforting, but where did it come from?
Then you heard the groaning, wheezing sound the TARDIS makes when it lands. Your heart beat a tiny bit faster and you smiled for the first time in a while. Your eyes fluttered open against the breeze and you lifted your head to see that beautiful blue box appearing right in front of you in your bedroom. A couple of tears that were resting under your eyelids trickled down your cheeks.
“____________,” you heard The Doctor address you matter-of-factly from behind the door. It creaked open and he leaned out of it into your room, keeping his hand on the door. He was wearing his brown suit and long brown coat, and his hair was as adorably spiky as ever.
“Sorry I’ve been gone a while. I was just wondering..would you- oh.” He dropped off mid-sentence when he saw you, “What’s all this?”
“Nothing.” You tried to sound convincing.
“Well, it certainly doesn’t look like nothing.” The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and joined you on the floor, “What is it?”
“I just feel so invisible.” You said blankly. You hadn’t wanted to say anything, but the words escaped you before you had the chance to swallow them.
“Oh, __________,” The Doctor’s voice was soft now. He pulled a handkerchief from his coat pocket and dabbed your cheeks with the soft fabric, “You are the absolute opposite of invisible. You are destined for such greatness. And you can trust me because I know.”
You laughed slightly. He handed you the handkerchief and you studied the Gallifreyan embroidery on it, keeping your eyes off of The Doctor. The thread was gold and it shimmered when it moved. You smiled at just how unbelievably magical the man sitting next to you was.
“What do you say, then?” He suddenly hopped to his feet and put out a hand to you, “Fancy a trip in the TARDIS?”
“More than ever.” You smiled wider this time, “Thank you.” You reached up to give the handkerchief back to him.
“Keep it.” He smiled, “It suits you.”
“Huh?” You reached up with an empty hand this time so he could pull you to your feet.
“The embroidery.” He pointed out, “It means ‘luminous’.”
Your heart swelled inside your chest and you threw your arms around The Doctor’s neck. He wrapped his tightly around your waist and you felt contentedness spread throughout your entire body.
When you finally stepped back, The Doctor spoke first:
“Now then, where are we off to?”
“Surprise me.” You said with a smile as you folded the handkerchief gently and slid it into a pocket.
“Very well.” He nodded as he swung open the TARDIS door to usher you in, “Allons-y!”
You skipped inside and braced yourself against the railing while The Doctor flipped switches and pulled levers on the console. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he smiled and wagged his head ever so slightly.
davidtennantrequests have you seen The Decoy Bride? Its amazing! So beautiful and so romantic and David is on it!!! I loved that movie <3 i’ll leave the link for you and anyone who sees this (http://putlocker.is/watch-the-decoy-bride-online-free-putlocker.html)
Oh my goodness. I have watched The Decoy Bride literally about 200 times. It was actually the first non-Doctor Who thing I saw David in because I looked him up on Netflix and thought it looked cute. I'm a sucker for a good romcom. Especially this one. It's perfect.
You know which episode of Doctor Who I don’t see getting enough recognition on here? 42. The story is TERRIFYING and there is some PRIME DT acting in that one
Writing some fic and my phone made a suggestion. This thing knows me too well.
Would you do one wear Reader meets David somewhere, maybe a convention or perhaps just out and about, but Reader has no clue who David is. He spends time trying to convince her that he is in fact a famous actor. She doesn't buy it, but agrees to a date wherein he will try to convince her. Whether she is convinced or not is up to you.
Sounds good, Nonny! Sorry this has taken a while, but this request seemed fitting since we’re just coming off of the high from David being at Wizard World Raleigh, so thanks (; hope you like it!
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Why did you even take that second job, anyway? Whether it was your constant need to always have something going on, or the fact that you just couldn’t say ‘no’ to anyone, the fact was that your phone rang at 5pm friday night and you were asked to cover for a fellow IT person at some convention the following day.Lovely, you thought, I get to spend my entire saturday telling some washed-up superhero not to speak so close to the mic. When you arrived at the convention, one of the security guards showed you where you’d be spending the next few hours. You plunked your bag down on the folding table that was set up on the scaffolding stage in front of a sea of folding chairs. You caught a glimpse of the name card on the table: David Tennant. Whoever that is, you thought. You had been a bit late due to traffic so you needed to get all of the equipment hooked up before people started trickling in. “Hello!” A friendly voice called from the opposite side of the chair-sea. You looked up to see a tall, skinny bloke walking toward the stage in long strides. He was wearing a blazer over a tshirt, jeans, and shoes that matched the tshirt. “Oh, sorry,” you said, picking up a microphone to do a quick sound check, “they technically haven’t opened the doors yet, so…you’ll have to wait outside.” “Oh.” The stranger looked defeated, and, you now noticed, extremely attractive, “Ehm- actually…I’m- I’m David Tennant.” You laughed right in his face. “Okay.” You said, “Sure you are.” “I am!” He was laughing with you now, “Really. I am. Look.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He fished out his ID and handed it to you. “Well.” You sighed, “It looks like I’ve made a complete arse of myself and the my job’s barely begun.” “Not at all.” He smiled, taking the ID back from you and replacing it in his wallet, “I’m sure you get fans who pretend to be someone else in order to sneak into panels early all the time.” “It’s happened to me once or twice.” You lied, “Sorry, again. I just didn’t-” you cut yourself off and continued your work. “Didn’t what?” He prodded. “I just thought you too attractive to be some washed up sci-fi hero.” You let the words fall from your mouth before you thought about them. “Oh, really?” He was laughing again as he placed his hands on his hips, “And what if I said you were too attractive to be working behind the scenes at some ‘washed-up sci-fi hero’s’ convention panel, hm?” “I’d say you’re right.” You tried to regain the upper hand, “It is just something I do for fun. Usually we get academic conferences and things like that, I don’t really do the comic conventions.” “I don’t believe I caught your name.” He said as if he hadn’t heard your reply. “____________.” You said into a mic to introduce yourself and test the sound. When it worked you turned it off again and placed it on the table. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, ____________.” David smiled. “Is it?” You asked, “Because I feel like I’ve been nothing but rude to you since you walked in.” “Well, perhaps I shouldn’t have come off as so entitled.” He replied, “That’s very uncharacteristic of me, and for that I am sorry.” “So which washed-up superhero are you, anyway?” You asked, disregarding his apology. He chuckled again, “I played the Tenth Doctor on Doctor Who.” “Wow, and they let you speak at this thing?” You asked, being rude again, “What about the other nine?” “That’s not…” He began, “That’s not exactly how it works, actually. It’s a rather popular show. You’ve never seen it?” “Can’t say I have. Sorry.” You admitted, untangling a bit of wiring. “Well,” you could tell he felt a bit deflated by your remarks, “I promise you that I am quite worthy of this panel. And hopefully you’ll see that as it gets going.” “If anyone shows up.” You laughed again, then shut your mouth, knowing you’ve been incredibly rude. “Forgive me: but are you like this with all of the washed-up superheroes you meet?” He was definitely irritated now, “I can’t imagine you’d be able to keep this job with that sort of attitude.” “I’m terribly sorry.” You put down your work and turned to face him, “No, I’m not usually like this. There are just a few other things I’d rather be doing with my saturday and this just isn’t one of them. I don’t know why I even took this job- I don’t need it. I just like IT stuff, and this was the only job that would let me do that and keep my regular job as well.” You paused to catch your breath, “Sorry. Wow. Did not mean to unload that on you that way. That was quite uncharacteristic of me.” You repeated his remark from earlier. “No, I completely understand.” He nodded, “Ehm, well. Forgive me again if I’m being too forward, but dinner wouldn’t happen to be one of the other ways you’d like to spend your saturday, would it?” “I do tend to eat dinner, yes.” You replied cautiously. He laughed again, “Well, maybe you’d let me take you out and continue trying to convince you I’m not just some washed-up superhero?” “I think that would be lovely, Mr.-” you paused to glance at the name card on the table, “Tennant.” “Very good.” He said, blushing, “Well, I better get behind the stage here, they’ll be opening the doors any second.” “Okay.” Was all you could muster before you heard the loud echoing of the doors being opened. He smiled and wagged his head a bit before disappearing behind the stage. Another man came in just as the doors opened and introduced himself as the one leading the panel, but you instantly forgot his name because you were thinking about David. What if he actually was a famous actor? He had just asked you to dinner after you had been a complete arsehole to him! You thought perhaps the panel would give you some insight. You sat at a small booth next to the stage with your laptop, making sure everything went smoothly. You were surprised at just how much the fans went crazy for David. They started asking questions about his upcoming project: not so washed-up, you thought. You noticed him looking at you at different points, and he smiled at you each time he caught your eye. Fans wanted him to make videos saying ‘hi’ to people who weren’t able to make it, but loved him. One person gave him a small plastic cow and he was very gracious about it, despite the ridiculous situation. He was funny, and honest, and animated, and just wonderful. You stole a moment to look him up on your phone. He had quite an impressive resume. You’d absolutely need him to explain the first nine doctors, though. When the last screaming fan had trickled out of the large room, David made his way over to you. “Well, that went- well. Thank you.” He smiled. “Just doing my job.” You smiled back, making an effort not to be rude this time, “I have to say I’m impressed.” “Oh, aye?” He asked. “Aye.” You mocked him slightly, “You seem to have quite the following, and maybe you’re not quite as washed-up as others I’ve met at these things.” “Well, I am certainly delighted to hear you say that.” His smile got a bit bigger now, “But- since you seem to be convinced, does that mean I don’t need to convince you over dinner?” “Oh, no,” you replied, shoving a cable into your bag, “I’m still terribly confused about the whole ‘ten doctors’ thing. I think I’m going to need a crash course on Doctor Who.” “Very well then.” He took your bag for you once you had packed it up, “Dinner it is.” He held out his other hand to you and you laced your fingers in his as he lead you out of the room, smiling at you all the while.
*hugs* you are a beautiful and valuable person ... keep up the good work *hugs*
Oh my goodness! I needed this today. You are a wonderful person and I am on mobile so I can’t post a gif but ALL THE HUGS to you as well! Thank you so much, love!
Can you do one where the reader and the Doctor just go to look at the stars? a very fluffly story : D
You got it, friend! I hope you like what I’ve written (:
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"Alright, then! Where to, huh?" The Doctor sang in your direction as he flipped a few switches on the console.
"Oh, I don’t know!" You cried jokingly, "there’re just too many places to choose from."
"Hmm." He thought for a moment, "Very well, what would you most like to see, then?"
"Honestly?" You asked, "You’ve shown me so many wonderful things. But- I just want to see the stars."
"The stars." He repeated pensively, looking away from you, "The stars, the stars, where can we- OH!" He snapped his fingers, "I know exactly where to take you." He pressed a few buttons and kicked a lever while he held on to two other controls, "Hold on tight!"
And with that, you were thrown against the console as the TARDIS took off. The Doctor laughed at your panicked face and the fact that he had been able to surprise you. You held on tight, watching The Doctor’s face as he reveled in the takeoff. You knew this was his favorite part: the thrill of possibility, and never knowing exactly where he would end up.
When you landed, he reached for your hand.
"Shall we?" He asked with a huge grin.
"Where are we?"
"You wanted to see the stars, right?" He lead you toward the door and pulled on his long brown coat, "Well, my dear, welcome to Starry Night."
He opened the TARDIS door so you could see outside. It was night time, and grass stretched out in front of the door for miles. Above, in the dark blue sky, were millions of huge, bright stars. A few skipped across the dark blue backdrop in different directions, and you thought you could pluck one right out of the sky if you reached out your hand.
"It’s beautiful." You breathed, still inside the TARDIS.
"It’s literally a planet just for stargazing." The Doctor said as he walked a few paces ahead of you and put out his hand to lead you out of the TARDIS and onto the soft grass, "Named for the Van Gogh painting, of course. It was made by an organization as a tourist planet. Like your people make beaches: take sand from one part of the Earth and move it to another? That’s how they made Starry Night. More or less."
"Well, I’m certainly glad they did." You said, still marveling at the sky, "Where are all the people?"
"We just seem to be lucky, I suppose. Oh, hold on." He said before bounding back inside the TARDIS.
You heard a few things clang around before he emerged again, holding a large haphazardly folded blanket, "Here we are then." He walked closer to you and spread it out over the grass. There was a slight breeze in the air, but nothing that made you too cold. You smiled at him before stretching out on the soft blanket. He copied you and the two of you relaxed there for a long while, watching the stars and listening to the other's breathing. You finally felt his pinky brush against yours between the two of you. He ran the finger over yours a few times before taking your hand in his and squeezing gently. You turned your head to look at him to find that he was already looking at you. "Aren't you looking at the stars?" You asked, laughing slightly at the embarrassment of thinking he had been watching you this whole time. "Oh I've seen stars." He smiled, "There's something much more beautiful happening down here." "Stop it." You laughed again. "I mean it." He nodded, moving closer to you, "You're so beautiful always, but you're especially beautiful when you see something new. I love showing you new things and watching you...watch them."You blushed hard enough for him to see even though there wasn't much light on the two of you. "And you're also especially beautiful when you blush." He laughed as he moved his free hand to your cheek so he could run his thumb over it. You looked at him for a long moment, studying his face while he studied yours. He finally closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to yours. Without saying anything, he snaked an arm under you and held you close to his chest while you pressed a hand to it so you could feel his hearts beat. He kissed your forehead before turning his gaze back to the sky, and you let your head rest on his chest so you could look up at the stars again, too.
Hello! First of all, I want to say that I miss seeing your posts, but writer's block is the freaking worst and I hope it goes away soon! I would like to request a, I guess, comforting fic? My grandmother died this week and family that I don't really get along with is coming into town for several days and I have to stay with them at my grandmother's house. Her death has hit me kind of hard, and being around them will not help. There's no rush on this! I bet you have a billion requests. Thank you!
Oh, friend. I’m so sorry. I’m so flattered that you came to me for this, and I really hope my little fic can make you feel a teensy bit better. I may have boosted your request to the front of the queue because I simply can’t have any of my friends being sad. I hope you like what I’ve written, and I hope you take some time to comfort yourself during this tough time. Stay strong and know that you are loved :)
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You woke to the smell of tea coming from the kitchen. You reached over to David’s side of the bed with your eyes still closed to find that it was cold.
Sitting up and stretching, you finally opened your eyes to see David standing in the doorway with his plaid pajama pants slung around his hips and his tshirt falling just about an inch higher so you could see a patch of his fair skin and his appendectomy scar. He was holding a mug of tea in each hand.
“How are you doing, love?” He asked, tilting his head slightly and frowning a little.
“I’m okay.” You said, slumping over from your stretch and sighing.
David walked to the bed and sat in front of you, careful not to spill the tea as he passed you your mug.
“Thank you.” You nodded slightly, inhaling the warmth that swirled from the top of the hot tea and taking a cautious sip.
“Are you all packed?” David asked, not sure how to start the conversation.
“Yeah.” You said, wrapping your opposite hand around the mug, “You?”
“Yes.” He replied.
There was a long silence before he continued:
“I’m going to be there with you, you know. All the time. Whatever you need.”
“I know.” You tried to smile, “You already have been, and you’ve been so much help. You have no idea how much it means to me, David.”
“Well,” he chuckled, “I love you. So-” his voice cut out and he took a sip of his tea to cover it.
“I love you, too.” You smiled a bit stronger this time, taking your palm from the warm mug and placing it on his cheek.
He nuzzled into it like a puppy and kissed your palm: “Everything’s going to be alright.” He whispered. You could feel his warm breath on your hand and you instantly felt all warm and tingly in a different way than the tea had made you.
You downed the remainder of your tea in one gulp and placed the mug on your bedside table.
“Alright. No use putting it off any longer. Time to get ready.” You resolved, nodding.
David nestled his mug between his thighs and took your hands in his. He smiled at you before leaning in to press his lips to yours.
“Anything you need. Anything I can do. Just say the word, alright?”
“Alright.” You nodded, smiling more than you had in a while now.
David kissed you again before helping you out of bed and going to the kitchen to make you another cup of tea.
Ice Cream & Movies
So the beautiful xhaleyjordanx has been going through a rough patch lately and requested a fic where David is the reader's best friend and he shows up to cheer the reader up. I'm sorry this is a bit short, love, but I think it gets the job done (: I really hope you like it!! ~ You sat on the sofa with the lights down and your knees drawn up against your chest. Your chest was heavy and your eyes stung from crying. You heaved and choked, trying to squeeze out one last tear when there was a knock on the door. You sighed and shuffled toward the door, dragging the heel of your hand under each eye before palming the doorknob. "David!" You cried more out of relief than excitement when you saw him standing in the doorway. You threw your arms around his neck and the tears started flowing again. "Oh, God, __________." He sighed, "I'm so sorry." "You didn't have to come." You managed to choke out against his shoulder. "Actually, I did." He pulled away from you to look at your face, wiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb, "I simply cannot allow my best friend to shut herself up in her flat and cry for hours on end. We need some cheering up, yeah? How about some ice cream?" You laughed a bit now, "I can't go out like this, I'm a disaster, David." "Well," he gave you the up-and-down, "personally I think you look fine, but why don't you take a shower, calm yourself down a bit. I'll go get us some ice cream and we'll meet back here for a movie. Alright?" "I don't deserve this." You said, shaking your head slightly and sniffling. "Ah, but you do. In fact, you deserve more. But ice cream and a movie is about all I can offer you right now." He pulled you to him and gave you a friendly smooch on your hairline, "I'll be back soon." You watched him bound down the hallway before turning back into your flat. You turned on the light and realized that it was a complete disaster, so you did some cleaning up before hopping in the shower. David had a good idea, the warm water pounding on your head and back was exactly what you needed to clear your head. When you got out of the shower, David had already returned and you could hear him clicking around Netflix to find something to watch. "I got your sundae just the way you like it!" David called from the sofa while you finished getting dressed, "But I had them make them in the gallon buckets they use to pack ice cream, so it's really about six sundaes on top of one another. It's like a sundae parfait!" "They're going to have to add that to their menu, I think." You laughed as you entered the room, "You're amazing." "As are you. Now," he patted the cushion next to him, "come on, then." You took your place on the sofa and stared at your sundae-parfait for a moment. "I'll never finish this." You laughed, picking up the small plastic spoon the ice cream shop had supplied. "Well, we've got a while." David laughed as he picked up his own bucket of sundaes and tucked his legs beneath him, "I've already got three movies queued up." "I'll pace myself, then." David's voice was muffled from the giant spoonful he had stuffed in his mouth. You looked over at him to see him trying to lick the excess whipped cream from his lips and you laughed out loud. "Yes, pacing ourselves sounds like a good idea." He finally said when he swallowed. The rest of the night was filled with laughter and bouts of each of you laying down and trying to digest so you could eat more ice cream. David prompted you to rest your head on his lap and he stroked your hair until you each fell asleep halfway through the fourth movie, both ice cream containers empty and tipped over on the coffee table.
