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hi guys i miss you. like i know i kinda came back recently but i missed interacting with everyone and being up with everything that’s happening, love ya <3

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Lockscreen - part 4

A/N: hey guys! so it’s been a while, and i really don’t have much of an excuse except school and other stressful/upsetting things that have been happening with me lately. i’ve still been writing, it’s just been hard to find motivation to finish things lately! here is part 4 for lockscreen, it’s not the best part i’ve written but i have big ideas for part 5! trying to get back into the groove of things, so show some love on this chapter if you like it!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions alcohol

word count: 1005

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

As it turns out, David had come to the club with a group of his friends in hopes of getting footage. It just so happened that he had chosen the same club you and your friends had decided on, and you aren’t sure how to feel. Sure, you’re happy to see David and you planned to meet his friends eventually, but you would’ve appreciated a heads up.

David had helped you up from your spot on the ground and welcomed you and your friends into the VIP section, where him and his friends had been. You’re surprised he isn’t in the thick of the crowd filming all the drunken strangers, but you quickly learn that his friends are entertaining enough.

“Oh baby! Who’s this?” A voice you knew to be Zane’s called out as David brought you to his area.

“Did David just willingly pick up girls?” Carly jokes from the corner, eliciting laughs from the entire group.

Even though you now know David personally, not just as an internet personality, seeing the rest of the group in person is still surreal. You’ve watched all of their videos for a long time and now you’re meeting them in a non-meet-and-greet setting - that’s pretty cool. David shakes his head at his friends and pulls you closer to him, his hand grasping yours for a millisecond.

“Guys, this is Y/N and her friends Morgan and Kacey.” David says.

“He knows our names?” Kacey whispers excitedly to you.

“You’re my best friends, of course I mentioned you guys.”

Before you can even wave hello to everyone, you’re engulfed in hugs and bombarded with giddy greetings. It’s overwhelming at first, but you quickly welcome the love and make sure to respond with equal amounts of excitement. You want them to like you, you need them to like you.

“David came home from Chicago and all he talked about was you,” Corinna says into your ear as you hug, “you have to be really special to get that boy’s attention like that.”

You pull back from the hug with embarrassment clear on your face, but Corinna is sure to diminish that. She smiles genuinely at you and gives you an approving nod, and you know that you’re in the clear with at least one of David’s friends.

“We get to meet her early?” Matt says, seeming genuinely excited to meet you. You smile and he hugs you, mumbling something about being a hugger into your ear.

After you’ve finished your introductions and David has supplied you each with a drink, things go by easily. Everyone dances and talks and perform wild things for David’s vlog. For example, Kacey jumped on one of the smallest, most unstable tables you’ve ever seen and danced her ass off to Truth Hurts by Lizzo, which you’re sure that will make the video. You and Morgan stayed on the outskirts of the scene with Kristen and Erin and it made for a great time to get to know them better. You‘re thankful to find the people who aren’t as avid of partiers as the others, because sometimes you aren’t up to getting too wild.

“This friend group is even more of a whirlwind than I thought.” You say. Erin laughs and nods her head.

“Yeah, imagine being 28 and doing this all the time!”

As the four of you crack up at the others embarrassing themselves, you spot David staring at you. Standing only a few yards away, with a faint smile on his face, he watches you interact with his friends. You wave your hand at him and snap him out of his trance-like state, leaving him with red cheeks and a shy smile.

“You guys are cute,” Kristen says. You squeeze your eyes shut and cover your face with your hands as you turn to her, causing all three girls to laugh.

“It’s all so weird, ya know?” You pull at a string hanging from your pants. “We just met yesterday and I already feel like we’ve jumped from step one to step one hundred.”

“I didn’t even think about that, that must be overwhelming.” Erin places a hand on your knee comfortingly.

“The weirdest thing about it is that I don’t really mind it. The speed of it all, I mean.”

Before the girls can respond with anything more than a nod, David and some of the guys start making their way over to you.

“We’re gonna head back to mine, guys.” David says as Erin and Kristen are already standing up, ready to go. You wave goodbye to the two girls, assuming that this was the time you all go your separate ways.

“Oh, are you not coming?”

“I didn’t know if we were invited,” you start, not wanting to insert yourself into their plans, “but if you want us there then yeah, we’d love to come.”

David smiles widely at this, ecstatic that he gets to spend more time with you. He waits for the whole group to walk ahead of the two of you so he can get you alone.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t want you to come?” He asks.

You shrug, an embarrassed smile overtaking your features. David hangs out with models and famous DJs and him wanting to spend time with you is still surprising.

“Y/N!” He scolds lightheartedly. You throw your hands up in defense and apologize. He’s chuckling at you and leaning forward because of it and you notice a ball of fuzz on his jacket. Reaching out, you pluck it off the material and hold it up for David to see. You stare up at him with a small grin and he giggles like a little kid.

“Hurry up, you two! We have a party to get to!” Zane’s drunken voice slurs out before you. You look at David in confusion and he only shrugs in response, equally as confused as you.

“What the hell are you talking about Zane?” David calls out.

“The party we’re having at your place!”

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slowly but surely working on two requests! i know that doesn’t seem like much but school is really keeping me busy so i don’t get much time to write fics.

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school is really keeping me busy right now guys, so i’m sorry if there isn’t a part 4 for Lockscreen out for a bit.

!!!please please please send me requests so i can put something out!!!

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Lockscreen-part 3

A/N: here’s part 3, finally. i’m sorry it took so long, the past few weeks have been crazy busy and honestly things still are crazy in my life but i found the time to write this and i’m pretty happy with the outcome! pleaseee give me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue!!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol use

word count: 1170

part 1 / part 2

Your two best friends had previously promised to pick you up at the airport when you landed, so you half expect to see them as soon as you left the airport. Uneasiness sets in as you struggle to find them, praying they didn’t forget. Of course you knew they wouldn’t, forgetfulness not being one of their traits, but you still worry. After searching up and down the street, you spot them-the sound of dropped bags and excited squeals echoes across the expansive area as you embrace your friends.

“I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too! It’s tough splitting the bill between only two people.” Kacey, one of your two best friends, jokes. You roll your eyes and playfully tug on a strand of her blonde hair, receiving a flick to the arm in response. All three of you erupt into laughter, just so elated to be reunited.

“Seriously though Y/N, we really missed you. How was your flight?” This is said by your other best friend, Morgan. Her comforting brown eyes fix themselves on you, waiting for a response, as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“It was,” you bite your lip to contain your excitement, “amazing. I met this incredible guy, you actually might know him.”

Your two friends can’t help but drop their jaws in synchronized disbelief. Meeting a cute boy and actually being excited about him was a rare occurrence for you, so it isn’t strange that they’re so surprised.

“Is he hot? What’s his name? How would we know him?”

“Jesus, Kace, let her breathe!”

You’re about to share all the details when a horn honks behind you and an angry driver shows his middle finger out the window. You wave apologetically, realizing that your friends’ car is holding up traffic, and pick up your bags.

“I’ll tell you in the car, okay? Now hurry up and help me get my shit into the trunk, we’re pissing people off.”

Morgan aids you in loading your belongings into the back of the car, chatting quietly with you about how you’ve been in general. Kacey, on the other hand, throws her middle finger up in the air and furrows her brows at the man who honked at you.

“Slow your roll, buddy! Have some fucking patience and-“

“Kacey! Get in the car!” You shout in a fit of giggles, trying your best to sound stern. She sticks out her tongue, at you or at the man you’re not sure, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Okay, so tell us about this boy.” Morgan says as she pulls away from the curb.

***

“So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t get asked out by a cute millionaire?” Kacey shouts from across the room as the three of you are getting ready for your night out. You laugh and continue applying your mascara, looking over at Morgan with an amused look.

“No one’s pretending anything, Kacey, we’re just treating it like any other boy she would meet.”

“That’s the thing though, she wouldn’t meet any other boy.” This evokes an eye roll from you, your friends really have no faith in you.

“Guy’s i’m-well-we’re gonna meet up with him tomorrow night, okay? Let’s just finish getting ready so we can go out, I need a party.”

“We’re invited?” The mischief in Kacey’s voice is clear as day and you’re instantly regretting mentioning it. You don’t want to mess anything up with David and you don’t know how he’ll respond to Kacey shenanigans.

“If you promise to be good, yeah you can come. I’m sure Dave has some friends you’d be interested in.”

“ ‘Dave’, huh?” Morgan smiles at your use of the nickname and a blush overtakes your features. You ignore her comment and move on to brush through your eyebrows. What you don’t see is the smug look on Morgan’s face.

Once all three of you are satisfied with your appearance and have properly pregamed with Kacey’s vodka, you head out. Knowing your way around the city isn’t your strong suit, especially since you don’t live here, so you follow your friends blindly as they lead you to the club of their choice.

You enter the building and are instantly bombarded with colorful flashing lights and a thrumming base. Unable to focus your eyes on one particular thing, you fixate them on Kacey’s hand that has somehow found your’s. She leads you through the crowd, Morgan not far behind, and eventually you make it to a less populated area where it’ll be easier to enjoy yourselves. Kacey flops down on a seat and you join her, thankful for the opportunity to sit. You like this kind of atmosphere, but it can sometimes get to be a bit much.

“I’ll order us drinks,” Kacey wiggles her eyebrows, “maybe we can sneak into the VIP lounge.”

You turn your head in the direction that Kacey jabs her hand in and you see the space she’s talking about. It isn’t too fancy, just a nicer, semi-secluded section of the club. Compared to the sea of people you had just waded through, though, it looks amazing. You only laugh at her suggestion because the three of you would never be let in to a place like that.

Kacey leaves to find you all some alcohol and you and Morgan look to each other, unsure of what to do in the meantime. The two of you swing your hips to the music and take a few selfies that will never see the light of day in order to remember the moment. You wave hello to Kacey, who has just returned with a platter full of drinks in her hands.

“Ladies, I present you with your appetizers.”

You grab one of the many small glasses and down the shot, wincing at the burn but still taking another. You extend your hand out to Morgan, who just sat down, jiggling it until she takes it. You spin her around and pull her back into your chest clumsily, earning a hearty laugh and a spin of your own. Kacey takes your hand from Morgan and she has you spinning so much that eventually the world around you is turning on its axis, too.

You stumble backwards while moving your hips to the music and find yourself tripping over the cheap velvet rope that separates the VIP section from the rest of the club. You fall down with your legs flailing out and you internally thank yourself for choosing to wear pants, not wanting to flash all of LA. You aren’t hurt and when Morgan and Kacey run to check on you, they find you in a giggling mess on the floor. You bask in the ridiculousness of the whole situation until you see the look on your friends’ faces drop.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You lean your head back and up, your eyes meeting the gaze of the chocolate ones you had stared at all morning.

“David?”

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Lockscreen-part 3

A/N: here’s part 3, finally. i’m sorry it took so long, the past few weeks have been crazy busy and honestly things still are crazy in my life but i found the time to write this and i’m pretty happy with the outcome! pleaseee give me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue!!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol use

word count: 1170

part 1 / part 2

Your two best friends had previously promised to pick you up at the airport when you landed, so you half expect to see them as soon as you left the airport. Uneasiness sets in as you struggle to find them, praying they didn’t forget. Of course you knew they wouldn’t, forgetfulness not being one of their traits, but you still worry. After searching up and down the street, you spot them-the sound of dropped bags and excited squeals echoes across the expansive area as you embrace your friends.

“I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too! It’s tough splitting the bill between only two people.” Kacey, one of your two best friends, jokes. You roll your eyes and playfully tug on a strand of her blonde hair, receiving a flick to the arm in response. All three of you erupt into laughter, just so elated to be reunited.

“Seriously though Y/N, we really missed you. How was your flight?” This is said by your other best friend, Morgan. Her comforting brown eyes fix themselves on you, waiting for a response, as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“It was,” you bite your lip to contain your excitement, “amazing. I met this incredible guy, you actually might know him.”

Your two friends can’t help but drop their jaws in synchronized disbelief. Meeting a cute boy and actually being excited about him was a rare occurrence for you, so it isn’t strange that they’re so surprised.

“Is he hot? What’s his name? How would we know him?”

“Jesus, Kace, let her breathe!”

You’re about to share all the details when a horn honks behind you and an angry driver shows his middle finger out the window. You wave apologetically, realizing that your friends’ car is holding up traffic, and pick up your bags.

“I’ll tell you in the car, okay? Now hurry up and help me get my shit into the trunk, we’re pissing people off.”

Morgan aids you in loading your belongings into the back of the car, chatting quietly with you about how you’ve been in general. Kacey, on the other hand, throws her middle finger up in the air and furrows her brows at the man who honked at you.

“Slow your roll, buddy! Have some fucking patience and-“

“Kacey! Get in the car!” You shout in a fit of giggles, trying your best to sound stern. She sticks out her tongue, at you or at the man you’re not sure, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Okay, so tell us about this boy.” Morgan says as she pulls away from the curb.

***

“So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t get asked out by a cute millionaire?” Kacey shouts from across the room as the three of you are getting ready for your night out. You laugh and continue applying your mascara, looking over at Morgan with an amused look.

“No one’s pretending anything, Kacey, we’re just treating it like any other boy she would meet.”

“That’s the thing though, she wouldn’t meet any other boy.” This evokes an eye roll from you, your friends really have no faith in you.

“Guy’s i’m-well-we’re gonna meet up with him tomorrow night, okay? Let’s just finish getting ready so we can go out, I need a party.”

“We’re invited?” The mischief in Kacey’s voice is clear as day and you’re instantly regretting mentioning it. You don’t want to mess anything up with David and you don’t know how he’ll respond to Kacey shenanigans.

“If you promise to be good, yeah you can come. I’m sure Dave has some friends you’d be interested in.”

“ ‘Dave’, huh?” Morgan smiles at your use of the nickname and a blush overtakes your features. You ignore her comment and move on to brush through your eyebrows. What you don’t see is the smug look on Morgan’s face.

Once all three of you are satisfied with your appearance and have properly pregamed with Kacey’s vodka, you head out. Knowing your way around the city isn’t your strong suit, especially since you don’t live here, so you follow your friends blindly as they lead you to the club of their choice.

You enter the building and are instantly bombarded with colorful flashing lights and a thrumming base. Unable to focus your eyes on one particular thing, you fixate them on Kacey’s hand that has somehow found your’s. She leads you through the crowd, Morgan not far behind, and eventually you make it to a less populated area where it’ll be easier to enjoy yourselves. Kacey flops down on a seat and you join her, thankful for the opportunity to sit. You like this kind of atmosphere, but it can sometimes get to be a bit much.

“I’ll order us drinks,” Kacey wiggles her eyebrows, “maybe we can sneak into the VIP lounge.”

You turn your head in the direction that Kacey jabs her hand in and you see the space she’s talking about. It isn’t too fancy, just a nicer, semi-secluded section of the club. Compared to the sea of people you had just waded through, though, it looks amazing. You only laugh at her suggestion because the three of you would never be let in to a place like that.

Kacey leaves to find you all some alcohol and you and Morgan look to each other, unsure of what to do in the meantime. The two of you swing your hips to the music and take a few selfies that will never see the light of day in order to remember the moment. You wave hello to Kacey, who has just returned with a platter full of drinks in her hands.

“Ladies, I present you with your appetizers.”

You grab one of the many small glasses and down the shot, wincing at the burn but still taking another. You extend your hand out to Morgan, who just sat down, jiggling it until she takes it. You spin her around and pull her back into your chest clumsily, earning a hearty laugh and a spin of your own. Kacey takes your hand from Morgan and she has you spinning so much that eventually the world around you is turning on its axis, too.

You stumble backwards while moving your hips to the music and find yourself tripping over the cheap velvet rope that separates the VIP section from the rest of the club. You fall down with your legs flailing out and you internally thank yourself for choosing to wear pants, not wanting to flash all of LA. You aren’t hurt and when Morgan and Kacey run to check on you, they find you in a giggling mess on the floor. You bask in the ridiculousness of the whole situation until you see the look on your friends’ faces drop.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You lean your head back and up, your eyes meeting the gaze of the chocolate ones you had stared at all morning.

“David?”

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go read Lockscreen part 3 if you haven’t and send me some asks! i know i’ve been inactive for a bit but i’m back now :)

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Lockscreen-part 3

A/N: here’s part 3, finally. i’m sorry it took so long, the past few weeks have been crazy busy and honestly things still are crazy in my life but i found the time to write this and i’m pretty happy with the outcome! pleaseee give me feedback and let me know if you want me to continue!!

summary: fan!Y/N has david as her lockscreen which, to people who don’t know david, looks like he’s her boyfriend. who will come to her rescue when the question of “is that your boyfriend?” is asked and what will spark from this quick save?

warnings: some cursing, mentions of alcohol use

word count: 1170

part 1 / part 2

Your two best friends had previously promised to pick you up at the airport when you landed, so you half expect to see them as soon as you left the airport. Uneasiness sets in as you struggle to find them, praying they didn’t forget. Of course you knew they wouldn’t, forgetfulness not being one of their traits, but you still worry. After searching up and down the street, you spot them-the sound of dropped bags and excited squeals echoes across the expansive area as you embrace your friends.

“I missed you guys so much!”

“We missed you too! It’s tough splitting the bill between only two people.” Kacey, one of your two best friends, jokes. You roll your eyes and playfully tug on a strand of her blonde hair, receiving a flick to the arm in response. All three of you erupt into laughter, just so elated to be reunited.

“Seriously though Y/N, we really missed you. How was your flight?” This is said by your other best friend, Morgan. Her comforting brown eyes fix themselves on you, waiting for a response, as she tucks her black hair behind her ear.

“It was,” you bite your lip to contain your excitement, “amazing. I met this incredible guy, you actually might know him.”

Your two friends can’t help but drop their jaws in synchronized disbelief. Meeting a cute boy and actually being excited about him was a rare occurrence for you, so it isn’t strange that they’re so surprised.

“Is he hot? What’s his name? How would we know him?”

“Jesus, Kace, let her breathe!”

You’re about to share all the details when a horn honks behind you and an angry driver shows his middle finger out the window. You wave apologetically, realizing that your friends’ car is holding up traffic, and pick up your bags.

“I’ll tell you in the car, okay? Now hurry up and help me get my shit into the trunk, we’re pissing people off.”

Morgan aids you in loading your belongings into the back of the car, chatting quietly with you about how you’ve been in general. Kacey, on the other hand, throws her middle finger up in the air and furrows her brows at the man who honked at you.

“Slow your roll, buddy! Have some fucking patience and-“

“Kacey! Get in the car!” You shout in a fit of giggles, trying your best to sound stern. She sticks out her tongue, at you or at the man you’re not sure, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Okay, so tell us about this boy.” Morgan says as she pulls away from the curb.

***

“So we’re just gonna pretend you didn’t get asked out by a cute millionaire?” Kacey shouts from across the room as the three of you are getting ready for your night out. You laugh and continue applying your mascara, looking over at Morgan with an amused look.

“No one’s pretending anything, Kacey, we’re just treating it like any other boy she would meet.”

“That’s the thing though, she wouldn’t meet any other boy.” This evokes an eye roll from you, your friends really have no faith in you.

“Guy’s i’m-well-we’re gonna meet up with him tomorrow night, okay? Let’s just finish getting ready so we can go out, I need a party.”

“We’re invited?” The mischief in Kacey’s voice is clear as day and you’re instantly regretting mentioning it. You don’t want to mess anything up with David and you don’t know how he’ll respond to Kacey shenanigans.

“If you promise to be good, yeah you can come. I’m sure Dave has some friends you’d be interested in.”

“ ‘Dave’, huh?” Morgan smiles at your use of the nickname and a blush overtakes your features. You ignore her comment and move on to brush through your eyebrows. What you don’t see is the smug look on Morgan’s face.

Once all three of you are satisfied with your appearance and have properly pregamed with Kacey’s vodka, you head out. Knowing your way around the city isn’t your strong suit, especially since you don’t live here, so you follow your friends blindly as they lead you to the club of their choice.

You enter the building and are instantly bombarded with colorful flashing lights and a thrumming base. Unable to focus your eyes on one particular thing, you fixate them on Kacey’s hand that has somehow found your’s. She leads you through the crowd, Morgan not far behind, and eventually you make it to a less populated area where it’ll be easier to enjoy yourselves. Kacey flops down on a seat and you join her, thankful for the opportunity to sit. You like this kind of atmosphere, but it can sometimes get to be a bit much.

“I’ll order us drinks,” Kacey wiggles her eyebrows, “maybe we can sneak into the VIP lounge.”

You turn your head in the direction that Kacey jabs her hand in and you see the space she’s talking about. It isn’t too fancy, just a nicer, semi-secluded section of the club. Compared to the sea of people you had just waded through, though, it looks amazing. You only laugh at her suggestion because the three of you would never be let in to a place like that.

Kacey leaves to find you all some alcohol and you and Morgan look to each other, unsure of what to do in the meantime. The two of you swing your hips to the music and take a few selfies that will never see the light of day in order to remember the moment. You wave hello to Kacey, who has just returned with a platter full of drinks in her hands.

“Ladies, I present you with your appetizers.”

You grab one of the many small glasses and down the shot, wincing at the burn but still taking another. You extend your hand out to Morgan, who just sat down, jiggling it until she takes it. You spin her around and pull her back into your chest clumsily, earning a hearty laugh and a spin of your own. Kacey takes your hand from Morgan and she has you spinning so much that eventually the world around you is turning on its axis, too.

You stumble backwards while moving your hips to the music and find yourself tripping over the cheap velvet rope that separates the VIP section from the rest of the club. You fall down with your legs flailing out and you internally thank yourself for choosing to wear pants, not wanting to flash all of LA. You aren’t hurt and when Morgan and Kacey run to check on you, they find you in a giggling mess on the floor. You bask in the ridiculousness of the whole situation until you see the look on your friends’ faces drop.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice calls out from behind you.

You lean your head back and up, your eyes meeting the gaze of the chocolate ones you had stared at all morning.

“David?”

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send me requests please i need inspiration!

okay i actually started writing more of Lockscreen part 3 today! my life has had so much going on that i haven’t had time to sit down and write something that isn’t for school, but its coming! in the meantime, please send me requests so i can get back in the groove of writing

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i come home from vacation tomorrow thats when i’ll start posting again guys!!

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in the meantime, send me some asks about anything and also some requests PLEASE

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i come home from vacation tomorrow thats when i’ll start posting again guys!!

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Chshajank - oh my God. Do a pick up line lol.

HAHAHA maybe

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Yes baby shoot your shot! You never freaking know what the future holds. Could be the love of your LIFE!! Do it!

ahhh but i don’t know what to SAY

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do i shoot my shot with this boy please reply i genuinely need opinions

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hey, i’m sure he likes you. i don’t know you, and this is actually my first time ever talking to you, but i can promise you that you’re something special. you seem like a sweet and genuine person, and plus i bet you’re even beautiful on the outside too. if the crush is what you’re worried about, i can almost promise you that he feels the same way. if he really see who you are, all the gems and jewels of your soul, then i know he has to be crazy for you. but anyway, sorry for being random

this is so sweet ohmygod THANK YOU!!! this really made me feel better about it. i only met him once and i didn’t get his number but i follow him on social media. it was one of those situations where you immediately feel a connection ya know?? i wish i made more of an impression so we could really talk, he’s a really fascinating (and really attractive) person. i wish he was thinking about me like i am him

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I haven’t had a real crush in so long and I'm struggling to decide if this crush counts like,,,I can’t stop thinking about him but I’ll also probably never talk to him like that again?? he was so sweet and funny and adorable when we talked, but I don’t know if he sees it that way?? also he’s gorgeous and well you guys have seen me lol. okay sorry for the rant, I'll get back to David content soon I promise!

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pretty sure i fell in love last night, also pretty sure i’ll never get to talk to him again :( i’m regretting not being more bold