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a word of warning : j.w

brief summary: after coming out that you and jeff have been dating, you bump into his ex at an event and things don’t exactly go smoothly

word count: 1.5k requested: yes - by a lovely anon, thank you for the angsty idea! warnings: mentions of self worth, doubt, angst

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Despite the fact you’d been dating Jeff for almost a year, your friends only found out about it within the past two months whilst fans learnt a matter of days ago along with the rest of the world. You were both in a bubble of naivety, a state of pure bliss where no one could affect you or how you felt. But since the world found out about you, things changed drastically before your very eyes.

“Come on, it’s a night out.” David whines to everyone, glancing over toward you and Jeff as you remain buried in his arms, half asleep. “It could be your guys’ big night?” David suggests.

“Maybe.” Jeff mumbles, looking down at you as you rub your eyes, letting out a small yawn. “How ‘bout it, Y/n?”

You shrug your shoulder lightly. “I mean, why not.” You comment, seeing David resist the urge to fist bump into the air. “Could be fun.” You say to Jeff, who smiles back at you before kissing your forehead sweetly.

Walking into the club, Jeff refuses to let go of your hand. “Precious cargo, alright.” He muttered to you before you got inside, causing you to roll your eyes as you caught a glimpse of David filming the softer side that not many see of Jeff.

Immediately, you found yourself being dragged to the dance floor with Carly and Natalie. You’re aware Jeff is around as he brings the occasional drink to you like he always would, but now he was able to dance with you the way he’d want to.

The night was a laugh, Jeff had to help you into the Uber back to yours with the help of Heath. “She’s just a bit drunk, she’ll sober up by 6am.” Jeff tells Heath as you’re sat in the back of the Uber, trying your best to sit upright with the seatbelt on.

As Jeff slides into the seat next to you, you limply fall into him. “You’re so pretty.” You chuckle, poking his cheek as the Uber driver smiles to herself, pulling away from the club and all of your friends to whom you remain oblivious to having left behind.

Arriving back at your house, Jeff picks you up bridal style as he unlocks your front door. “Come on you,” He groans as he begins to walk up the stairs with you in his arms. “you gotta sleep this off.”

Pouting to him, you shake your head. “I don’t want to.” You say adamantly.

“You’ve got that event tomorrow afternoon, baby.” He reminds you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes and lean your head back, hitting it against the railings. “Oh, that’s not good.” Jeff sighs as you remain quiet, oblivious to the pain rushing through the back of your head.

Eventually, after a lot of resisting, Jeff helps you to bed. As you curl up into the sheets, you look around frantically. “Jeff?” You call out, unable to see him in the darkness.

Jeff shakes his head as he wraps an arm around you, hearing you squeal until he mutters your name. “I’m right here, okay?” He whispers into your ear, feeling you ease into his embrace. “I love you, Y/n.” He admits, and you tense momentarily.

“You, you do?” You ask in disbelief and you pause as Jeff removes his arm from around you, leaning over and turning the lamp on so he can see you properly.

Squinting from the sudden light, you shuffle to face Jeff as he focuses on your features. His hand reaches out and rests on your cheek. “I really do, crazy, right?” He chuckles, and you can’t help but nod.

“If it helps, Jeff.” You start, moving closer toward him. “I love you too.”

Rubbing your temples, you nurse the bottle of water provided as you take your seat alongside Kristen. “How do you look so good after last night?” You question, seeing Kristen looking as if last night was a total breeze.

“Maybe because I didn’t do an entire bottle of Tequila shots?” She retorts with a small smile, nudging you playfully before the last few guests arrive. “Oh no,” Kristen mutters, looking across the room to see Cierra and a few others walk in.

“What?” You glance up at Kristen, quickly following her line of vision directed at none other than Jeff’s ex. “For fuck sake.” You groan internally, one thing that could worsen your hangover is an interaction with your boyfriend's ex.

“Welcome everyone, I’m glad you could all make it.” Averting your attention from Cierra’s way, you focus on the brand rep as she explains the new products in front of you.

As you listen, you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning into your head. “Just ignore her,” Kristen mutters, resting a hand on yours underneath the table and squeezes it lightly.

You remain composed, listening throughout and taking photos and Instagram stories until it’s appropriate to leave. “I need a fat coffee.” You joke to Kristen as you both head out of the building.

“Hey, Y/n?” You roll your eyes before turning around, forcing a smile as Cierra walks over and gives you a hug, throwing you off slightly as she steps back. “So good to see you, how’s your head? I saw the stories from last night.”

“No complaints so far,” You laugh, but Cierra merely flashes a curt smile. “I didn’t know you were coming today, but it’s nice to see you.” You say, hoping the interaction will be short-lived and you can be on your way.

“Yeah, it was a last-minute thing. I saw that you and Jeff are official, congrats on locking down that wild one.” She laughs, and her friends join in whilst you and Kristen remain quiet.

“Well, not really hard to lock him down if we’re actually in love.” You comment, and Cierra’s smile drops.

She hums to herself before stepping closer. “Just be careful, alright? Guys like Jeff don’t end up with girls like you.” She mutters before stepping away and flashing that faux smile. “It was nice to see you guys!” She walks off after that, leaving you stood still in a stunned state.

“Everything okay?” Kristen asks, resting a hand on your arm.

Snapping out of your daze, you nod. “Now I definitely need a fat coffee.” You joke, uneasily as you walk back to your car, unable to shake Cierra’s comment from your thoughts.

Kristen leaves you at David’s house as she heads back home, leaving you alone with the weight of Cierra’s words and facing Jeff as you open the front door.

“Hey, Y/n? How was the event?” Jeff stands up after hearing David mention your name and walks over, wrapping you in his arms.

He looks down, seeing you keep a straight face, missing your usual smile. “You okay?” Jeff mutters to you, watching as you force a nod. “Let’s go outside, yeah?” Jeff guides you outside, without a chance for you to respond.

As the door closes behind you both, you exhale deeply as you still keep a tight grip on your almost empty bottle of water.

“What’s wrong, did I do something?” Jeff questions, watching as you collapse down onto the driveway.

“Cierra was at the event.” You speak up, unaware of the sudden surge of anger pumping through Jeff as your gaze remains fixated on your feet. “She erm, said some things.” You glance up, noting Jeff’s clenched fists and tightened jaw.

“She said something to you?” Jeff repeats your words as you nod. “What did she say to you? Because she’s just jealous, you know that, right?” He paces around whilst you rub your face in your hands.

“She said guys like you don’t end up with girls like me.” You tell him, hearing it through her lips and the tone they provided.

Jeff kneels down in front of you, his left hand resting on your thigh. “You don’t believe that, do you?” He asks, scanning your features as uncertainty crosses them and you shrug. “She’s just trying to mess with us, Y/n. Don’t let her win.”

You sigh deeply. “I don’t want to believe her, Jeff. It’s just, it hurt. Like, we are different species of women, Cierra and I that is.” You explain.

“I know, and that’s what I love about you. You’re the opposite of her.” Jeff interrupts. “Don’t let her words tear you down baby, you mean too much to me to let her ruin things.”

“I’ll be fine.” You assure Jeff as you slowly stand up, Jeff helping you to your feet. “Just threw me off that’s all.” You wrap your arms around Jeff’s torso, resting your head against his chest. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”

Jeff smiles to himself before resting his chin on the top of your head. “Good, ‘cause neither do I.”

no thanks, dude : j.w

brief summary: jeff has a crush on you, and yet you’re oblivious to it. but when jonah tries to hit on you, jeff can’t keep his feelings supressed any longer

word count: 1.3k requested: yes,by the very sweet @squishybebe - i hope you like it love! warnings: jonah being a dick, creepy vibes

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“Wait, lemme see it!” You chuckle as you reach over Carly, grabbing Jeff’s phone as he protests.

Leaning back, you scroll through the Tweets as you suppress your laugh. “It’s just an idea, alright. I’m not saying you have to.” Jeff mutters, seeing a smile creep across your lips.

“And why wouldn’t I? I mean, my hair is in need of TLC.” You admit, lifting the dead ends of your hair as Jeff focuses on your furrowed brows as you focus on your hair intently.

“You’re seriously willing to come on the show?” Jeff questions as you nod in response. “You’ve seen the show right, I’ve only ever done girls hair like twice.” He reminds you, noting the look you give to Carly.

“Those weren’t so bad.” You tell him sweetly, unaware of Jeff internally lighting up at your soft comment. “I’m not after much anyway, but if fans wanna see it I’m down.” You hold out his phone to him as he accepts it back, looking through the tweets once more.

“Go on Jeff, you’re in need of content.” Carly inputs with a small laugh and all Jeff can do is nod as he focuses back on you.

“Alright, how’s Thursday morning work for you?” He rises to his feet as you do, quickly seeing you lean forward and embrace him in a tight hug.

“Perfect, thanks, Jeff!” You smile brightly as you pull away from him and head out of the house. “See you guys later.” You call out as you close the door, leaving Jeff stood still as he remains stunned.

“You ever going to tell her?” Carly glances up as a blush crosses over Jeff’s cheeks.

Snapping out of his daze, Jeff clears his throat. “Maybe.” He mutters before sitting back down with a thud. “But maybe not.”

Walking up toward his apartment, you send a text to let him know you’re about to arrive.

As you reach out to knock on the door, it opens for you. “Hey, Jeff-” You start, but as you avert your gaze from your phone, Jonah stands before you with a weird smile across his face.

“Hey, Y/n. Come on in, Jeff’s just setting up.” He moves aside, allowing you to walk past as his eyes focus on your body, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by some of the crew.

Wandering through the set, some of the crew notice the sight of your smile growing as Jeff walks out. “Y/n, glad you made it.” Jeff tries to keep his composure, but something about you just makes him weak at the knees.

“Jonah let me in, I hope that’s okay.” You say as you glance over your shoulder to see Jonah a lot closer than you had anticipated. Turning back to face Jeff, you force a small smile as you tug on your sleeve in discomfort. “So, need any help setting up?”

Jeff looks around, seeing everything is ready to go. He takes a step back and moves to stand behind the barber's chair. “Ready when you are, dollface.” He jokes with a thick New York accent and instantly cringes whilst you laugh, unaware of the glare that’s caught on camera of Jonah.

As Jeff starts to film, you try to remain perfectly calm and remain focused on what Jeff is saying to you. However, Jonah’s lingering eyes aren’t helping the situation, especially as he glugs his coke in the background of the video.

“Jonah, dude can you not? I’m trying to film.” Jeff glares over at Jonah who lowers the drink from his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before sighing.

“I didn’t hear any complaints from Y/n.” He remarks, and your eyes widen as you look over, a curt laugh escaping your lips. “See? She thinks I’m funny.”

Lowering your eyes you mutter under your breath. “Not exactly.”

Jeff smiles to himself, having heard your comment before he carries on shooting. “Okay, so let’s just start on your hair I guess.” He lifts the ends up, allowing them to fall over your shoulders as he pulls out a chair and sits beside you.

You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans in, snipping away at the ends. “So, Y/n.” He speaks up, hearing you hum in response. “How’d you get your start?”

“Okay, let’s take a ten-minute break. Just check the lights and the audio.” One of the crew speaks up, and you slide from the chair to your feet.

“Wanna water?” Jeff asks as his hand rests on your arm, brushing off as you nod.

As Jeff walks away, Jonah forces himself up from the armchair. “Nice cut,” Jonah speaks up and you lift your head up, locking your phone as you reply to a text.

“Oh, thanks.” You reply, looking down at the fresh trim. “Always causes a lotta mess though.” You joke uneasily as everyone around you remains busy.

Jonah looks down at your chest. “You’ve got some hair on your,” He reaches out toward your right boob and his fingers graze across it firmly.

“What the fuck, Jonah!” You speak up, louder than intended as you bat his hand away.

Upon hearing you, Jeff moves through his apartment and pushes Jonah aside. As he stands in front of you, he can see the evident disgust in your expression and his eyes harden onto Jonah.

“What did you do?” Jeff grits his teeth as he stands in front of you whilst keeping an eye on Jonah who merely giggles.

“She had some lose hair on her boob, I just went to brush it off.” Jonah shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal and looks around to see everyone mirroring one another with dirty gazes at him. “What?” He scoffs as Jeff clenches his fist.

“Jeff,” You mutter, resting your hand over his fist. “he’s not worth it, honestly.” Your voice rises and Jonah raises an eyebrow to you.

“Oh, I’m not worth it suddenly?” He retorts to you. “What was with the looks you were giving me earlier, laughing at my jokes?” He lists off, but you shake your head in disbelief.

“Jonah, I’ve never shown an interest in you. It’s called being polite.” You state bluntly, moving aside from Jeff.

“If that’s polite I’d hate to see friendly,” Jonah mutters under his breath, and this time you’re too slow to hold Jeff back from lunging at Jonah and tackling him to the armchair.

“Jeff!” You yell, but a member of the crew holds you back as Jeff pins Jonah down, his arm leaning against his neck.

“You ever talk to her like that again, I’ll fucking end you.” Jeff spits to Jonah, who simply nods. “I’m going to let you go, and you’re fucking leaving here alright.”

Moving his arm aside, Jonah rises to his feet and pulls on his shirt before heading toward the door without another word being said.

Remaining still, Jeff tries to calm down his breathing. “Jeff?” Your voice snaps him from his thoughts as he turns around to see you timidly stood. “Are you alright?” You ask quietly, resting your hand on his cheek.

Naturally, Jeff feels himself leaning into your embrace. “After all that, you’re asking if I’m okay?” He questions, seeing you nod in response.

“Well of course,” You tell him. “because I care about you.” The words roll off of your tongue with ease.

“Yeah, like friends.” Jeff shrugs a shoulder, trying to protect himself. But to his surprise, you shake your head as you lean in toward him.

“Maybe more than just friends.” You mutter as you search his expression for any uncertainty, but all he does is smile back as his hands rest on your waist, pulling you in and never wanting to let go.

beneath : d.d

brief summary: you’ve always worn long sleeve shirts, and one day when it’s too hot to cope, david learns why and what lies beneath

word count: 1.1k requested: yes by the lovely @squishybebe thank you for requesting again! warnings: nothing that i’m aware of??

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Hey, guys!” Walking through the front door, you immediately notice everyone with a fan on them and chuckle at the sight. “Struggling with the heat, huh?” You joke, and Carly glances over her shoulder, nodding as she ties her hair back.

“How are you not hot, Y/n?” Carly huffs as she sips her iced coffee, passing you one that she got for you earlier.

Gladly taking the drink, you simply shrug your shoulders. “I don’t get hot that easily.” You state before taking a seat by Zane, the one spot left with a fan exposed for use. “Probably because of my home town.” You joke, but David keeps glancing over at you before tearing his eyes away.

“We were thinking of going to Scotts and using the pool later, you down?” David speaks up, everyone else has already agreed, leaving you to decide.

“Sounds good.” You nod, sipping your drink as a distraction from his gaze. “I’ll meet you guys there so I can grab my bikini.”

Arriving at Scott's house, you can hear everyone outside in the pool. Music is playing through the speakers and laughter echoes throughout the garden.

“Hey, Y/n!” Scott calls out, David immediately turning his head to see you as you stand in shorts and a hoodie. “You coming in?”

“I will eventually.” You comment before sitting on the edge of the pool, your feet dangling into the water as David swims over, resting against the ledge beside you. “Hey, Dave.” You smile down to him as he kicks his legs out behind him, focusing solely on you.

“You gotta come in, we’re planning a game and you’re headstrong,” David explains, but you pout playfully, oblivious to his heartbeat increasing as you chuckle.

Looking away from David, you notice everyone chilling or chatting with one another. Erin looks beautiful in her new red bikini, exposing her newest tattoo whilst Carly rocks a black one piece.

Scott sits down beside you in his shorts, leaving his chest bare and tattoos on display. “When did you realise you wanted to cover your body in tats?” You speak up, facing Scott.

Contemplating his response, David backs away, swimming toward the others to leave you and Scott to talk.

“Not long after I was eighteen, I just love them.” Scott shrugs his shoulder. “How about you?” He mutters, taking you off guard as you raise an eyebrow.

“How’d you know?” You mumble, leaning closer toward him.

Unaware of your conversation topic, David cannot help but glare at the sight. “Calm down David,” Jason jokes, nudging him lightly. “free country, and Y/n’s a free woman.”

David simply mutters incoherently under his breath, Jason missing the snide remark as David swims back toward you. “Hey, Y/n, mind helping me up?” David holds his hand out, and you smile before rising to your feet.

“Okay, I’ll use all the little strength I’ve got.” You laugh and Scott climbs into the pool and backs away.

Holding your hand out, you take David’s and tug, only for him to pull you forcefully and fall into the pool with a loud scream and an almighty splash.

“Please tell me someone filmed that?!” Zane yells as you rise to the surface, spluttering as you brush your hair out of your face.

Leaning against the wall of the pool with wide eyes, David stares as you tug on your hoodie as it holds you down. “David!” You blurt out as you cough lightly whilst everyone remains still, unsure what to do.

“It was an accident?” David’s voice rises at the end of his sentence, holding his hands up as you roll your eyes.

“This is one of my favourite hoodies.” You complain before lifting it up from your body and throwing the weighted garment onto the grass.

Running your fingers through your hair, you tug on your shorts and fling them aside too, leaving you in your bikini.

“Woah.” Carly is the first to speak up, and you glance around to see everyone is focusing on you.

“What?” You question, turning to see David’s jaw drop as he blatantly stares at you.

Scott chuckles as he moves into your view. “We’re twins.” He jokes and you look down, realising what everyone is looking at; your tattoos.

Across your left arm and stomach, you have floral tattoos mixed with abstract art coating your skin. It was something you’d been working on for the last two years, and you often forgot about it.

“How long have you had those?” Erin speaks up, shock lacing her tone as you hum under your breath.

“Erm, like two years in the making?” You tell her, smiling innocently.

“Why’d you cover them?” David questions, still eyeing them all slowly.

“As I said, I don’t get hot easily.” You remind him, the previous statement being true. “And I just forget about them, I can’t feel them, they’re just there.” You say, looking over to see Scott nodding in agreement.

“They’re beautiful.” David mutters, and you smile up to him, noting the blush crossing his cheeks.

Moving closer, you lean against the wall next to him. “You think so?” You quirk an eyebrow to him, watching as his fingers glide across your arm, outlining various designs as a smile lines his lips.

“He’s done for, isn’t he?” Scott jokes to Heath, looking over at the pair of you engrossed with one another, yet so oblivious.

“They’ll figure it out.” Heath comments with a light laugh, watching as David tickles you and you bat him away, unable to stop your smile growing as you focus on him. “Won’t take ‘em long, just look at them.”

And it was true, the pair of you were so infatuated with the other, you couldn’t see that it was reciprocated. “Maybe they just need a light nudge.” Zane interrupts the conversation with a devious smile and Heath sighs.

“What’re you planning, baby?” Heath questions, watching as Zane just taps his temple.

“You’ll see,” He swims away, leaving that thought lingering as you all begin to play pool games.

During the games, you remain at David’s side, his fingers brushing against yours as that electricity crosses your skin. You couldn’t deny it, and neither could he. But until one of you has the guts to speak up, these small interactions will suffice.

something new : v.s

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL MID AUGUST. Please do not send one in right now, as I can’t get to it sorry guys.

brief summary: you decide to treat the vlogsquad to food of your country, and see whether they like it or not

word count: 491 requested: yes by a v sweet anon i hope you enjoy it and that warnings: none that i’m aware of- hopefully i got these dishes right as i googled them!

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DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Okay, okay, I’m excited.” You beam at everyone as they all sit around at David’s, looking up to see you carrying a large container of food.

David is the first to speak up, watching as you struggle to place the box down. “What’ve you got there?” He questions, opening the box up to reveal several smaller containers filled with various food items.

“So, my Dad was able to make some of my favourite meals from Brazil and I wanted to share with you guys. I think you’ll be surprised at how much you like some of the dishes.” You explain, looking around hopefully at your friends who all nod in agreement.

“Where’d we start?” Erin smiles, shuffling closer as everyone takes a container, opening it up to reveal something they’ll be new to.

As Zane opens his container, his eyes widen whilst Carly exclaims in excitement at hers. “Okay, so I’ve got an assortment of sweet desserts, snacks, starters, and main courses. My Dad is a busy guy, but thankfully he spared a few hours for his favourite child.” You flip your hair over your shoulder, looking directly into Scott’s camera as you wink playfully.

“Shame Joe’s not here, missing out big time,” David comments as the containers are spread across the coffee table, revealing vibrant colours and a variety of smells that make your mouth water.

“No kidding.” Zane huffs as he eyes up the container nearest to him. “Is this bread?” He lifts it up, poking it lightly like he’s never seen anything like it before.

Chuckling lightly, you nod. “Yep, it’s Pão de Queijo.” You tell them, and Carly raises an eyebrow.

“I forget you’re bilingual sometimes,” Carly mutters with a small smile as you shrug a shoulder, forgetting how easy it is to slip in and out of Portuguese.

“Wait, how about this?” David asks with remnants of a dessert stuffed into his cheeks whilst Natalie rolls her eyes beside him.

“You’re such a pig sometimes, Dave.” Natalie groans as David shakes his head before opening his mouth to respond, only for a chewed piece to fall onto his lap. “See?”

“Cocadas.” You tell him as he raises an eyebrow, picking up another one.

“Tastes cocky.” He mutters. “I meant coconutty.” David quickly corrects himself, looking over to see Zane trying to hold in his laugh. “I could eat ten of these, easily.”

“I mean there’s plenty to go around.” You state, motioning to the masses of food. “My Dad is visiting soon, wants to teach me how to cook if any of you wanna join?”

Scott holds his hand up first. “I’d love to try, I mean, I’ll try not to poison us all, but there are worse ways to go.” He shrugs a shoulder, and you quickly look away with wide eyes.

“Anyone but Scott wanting to join?” You joke before joining in with dinner, delighted to see everyone embracing the cuisine of your home.

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instagram edits : d.d

brief summary: mindlessly scrolling through instagram, david comes across a series of edits created by a fan of the vlog squad. as he watches more of them, he finds one of you that he just can’t get out of his head

word count: 1.1k requested: yes by a sweet anon, i hope you enjoy reading :) warnings: none that i’m aware of? but if there are any do let me know!

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(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

Closing his laptop, David sighs in relief knowing his video has been posted, and even if he’s sleep-deprived the job is never quite done.

As David updates his social media, he sits upright before looking back at his phone, noticing a series of photos of you appearing on his Instagram feed.

Blinking a few times, David glances to see it’s nearly 2 in the morning and he should sleep, but he’s intrigued to see this fan edit someone has created of you, his best friend.

Weirdly, David cannot stop the smile on his face growing as he watches the edit made of you. The creator uses videos throughout the years, showing some of your greatest achievements and old memories with all of your friends including David himself. As the video comes to an end, he notices you’ve commented on it.

‘omg i’m going to cry. thank you so much love’

Clicking on the account David finds himself quickly falling down a rabbit hole of edits created this account of all his friends. He starts watching some of him, only to realise they’re of him and Liza. Despite the break up being over a year ago, it’s something he’s not fully ready to see in sweet colourful edits.

Moving on, the next edit plays soft loving music as you appear on screen. David finds himself shuffling to lie back down, only to furrow his brows when Zane appears on the screen beside you. In the pit of his stomach, he can feel anger bubbling as it’s an edit of you and Zane, how compatible you two would be. As it comes to an end, David can’t resist reading the comments, all agreeing that you and Zane would be the perfect couple.

“Bullshit,” David mutters to himself, but he pauses and locks his phone.

Why does it bother him so much? I mean, it shouldn’t even be something to get annoyed over at all. It’s just you, just Y/n and Zane.

Yet, the thought lingers in his mind as he stares at the ceiling. More specifically, the thought of you lingers.

Focusing his attention back on his phone, he wonders why no edits of you and him have been made. If videos of you and Zane exist, why has no one contemplated you and David dating? Is that such a wild concept?

Shaking the thought from his mind, David rises to his feet, leaving his phone on his bed and those lingering ideas too.

As David walks out of his bedroom, he pauses as the sound of soft snores echoes throughout the house. “Nat?” He calls out, but Natalie peers through her bedroom door, raising an eyebrow to him.

“What's up?” She rubs her eyes, looking down at her phone to see the time. “Why’re you still up, didn’t you finish editing like three hours ago?”

David weakly nods. “Yeah, I, I couldn’t sleep.” He shrugs his shoulder, pretending it’s not a big deal as the hours of needed sleep compile on top of him, but Natalie isn’t buying it. “Who, who else is still here?” David questions, changing the subject as Natalie pushes her door open.

“Y/n crashed out on the sofa ‘round midnight.” Natalie states, noticing the quick glance David does toward the living room. “Don’t wake her though,” She comments. “she’s been working non-stop this week, catching up on editing.” Natalie explains, and David furrows his brows together.

“She didn’t tell me she was swamped with work,” David mutters, wondering when you started keeping things from him. “that’s not like Y/n.” He adds, looking back at Natalie who shakes her head.

“I’m not getting involved.” She whispers before retreating back into her room. “Oh, and Dave?” She calls out as David turns on his heels, facing her once more. “Don’t mess with her emotions okay, if you like Y/n, just tell her.” Natalie smiles as David opens his mouth, words failing to follow.

“I, I,” David stutters, and Natalie rests her hand on his shoulder.

“Just talk to Y/n, Dave.” She encourages him. “But in the morning, when she’s more alert and able to comprehend information.”

“Thanks Nat.” David mutters before heading into the kitchen, unable to stop himself from glancing down as you remain in a deep sleep across the sofa.

He smiles at the sight as you’re curled up in one of his blankets, resting your hands beneath your head. A light snore leaves your parted lips as your makeup is beginning to bury itself underneath your eyes and drool lining your chin, but it was adorable.

“How are you so cute?” David thinks aloud, not realising how easy you are to stir from sleep.

Shuffling beneath the blanket, you open your eyes slowly staring up at David. “Fuck, Dave!” You whisper yell, resting your hand over your chest to calm your breathing down. “You scared me shitless.” A small laugh leaves your lips as David wears guilt heavily in his eyes as he focuses on you.

“Sorry,” He whispers in response, gnawing at the inside of his cheek as you smile up at him. “I didn’t know you were still here, thought you went home hours ago.” He explains as you shake your head, stretching out as you listen to a series of clicks from your bones.

“I was too tired to drive, Nat said I could just crash on the sofa.” You tell him as you hug a cushion close to your chest. “And you were too busy editing to disturb.”

“I wouldn’t have minded the company,” David shrugs his shoulder as he perches on the edge of the sofa, smiling down at you. “you know you’re more than welcome to crash in my room.”

Tucking lose hairs behind your ear, you nod in response. “Thanks, Dave.” You say quietly, avoiding his warm gaze. “But you need a good night sleep, and I’ll just stir all night.” You excuse yourself, and David nods.

“I don’t mind, Y/n. I, I,” He stutters, not finding the right words as you focus on him. “The offers there,” He finishes before heading into the kitchen, grabbing a drink before facing you. “you know where to find me.” He says with a guilty smile, watching as you nod before lying back down and closing your eyes.

“Night Dave,” You call out, watching as he waves in response before turning the corner, leaving you alone with your thoughts. “shit.” You mutter under your breath. “Way to screw things up.”

You remain oblivious to the fact David is doing the exact same thing as he hovers outside of his bedroom door, contemplating whether he should go back out and just talk to you. “Fuck.” He sighs to himself, turning toward his bed as he lies down and turns the light out, knowing he’ll have the courage to tell you one day, just not today.

fake proposal, huh : d.d

brief summary: after the video about david marrying lorraine is released, you can’t help but wonder about your relationship with david and where it’s going

(some of you may remember i wrote something similar a few months ago and if not, do not worry because frankly, it was bad. i owned up to the fact that piece was a rushed mess, and i hope to make this better than that attempt.)

word count: 889 requested: yes by a lovely anon - thanks for your patience angel! warnings: bit angsty at times, but fluffy ending

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

Ever since the video went live you had an influx of mentions on your social media regarding your relationship status with David and whether you two were still dating. I mean, he was now married so you were technically the side chick, right?

At first, you didn’t let it get to you. It was all a big joke, a prank that was thought out and David wanted to ensure you were okay with him doing it. If you weren’t comfortable with it, he wouldn’t have done it. But how could you hold him back, it was going to be a huge success, and it’s safe to say it definitely was.

Lying in bed, you look through some of the comments and how they seem to be repeating themselves over and over again.

‘I mean, I’d be pissed but it’s hilarious.’ ‘@yourusername babe you holdin’ up okay?’ ‘omg david really married jasons mom before y/n, ouch’ ‘when i saw he got married i thought we were gonna celebrate him and y/n tied the knot but wow that was unexpected’

A loud sigh escapes your lips as the bedroom door opens and David walks in sporting the new wedding ring. If looks could kill, that ring would be up in flames on his finger by now.

“You okay?” He snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back down to Earth as you look at him, lips parted with no words to follow. “I know it’s weird, but it won’t be for long.” It’s almost as if he can read your mind as he perches on the edge of his bed whilst you remain tucked up with one of his pillows against your chest.

“But it’ll still count, Dave.” You mutter, avoiding his confused gaze as you bite the inside of your cheek, wishing those words didn’t leave your lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorts, looking down to your side to see you on Twitter, having looked at the recent mentions you’re in. “Oh,” He mumbles before taking your phone, scrolling for himself to see all the things and concerns surrounding you and your relationship.

“Yeah,” You lift your head up, seeing your phone in his grasp. “I know it was just a prank, Dave. But, I didn’t think everyone would react like this.” You explain and David shuffles closer to sit beside you, wrapping an arm around you. “Just got me thinking,” You trail off as he takes his arm away from your shoulders and turns to face you.

“Thinking about what?” You can see the panic in his expression as his eyes search yours for any uncertainty. “I, this won’t be forever, Y/n. We’re getting a divorce as soon as we can.” He chuckles, but that’s the thing.

“Is marriage just some joke to you?” You blurt out your thoughts, no humour lacing your tone as you sit with anger rising through your veins. “You can happily fake marry someone but you can’t propose to me, is that it?” Your voice becomes louder as tears well up in your eyes.

A small laugh leaves his lips as he looks away from you. “Y/n, you’re being dramatic.” He passes off the comment, but as tears start to fall from your eyes you simply nod.

“Great, good to know, David.” You scoff before rising to your feet.

“Where are you going?” He calls out as you walk toward his door, but he meets you in front of it before you can go any further. “Just, let me explain.” He asks, watching as you forcefully wipe your eyes.

“Fine.” You cross your arms over your chest as you lean against the door.

David exhales deeply, hearing multiple explanations through his mind. “I had it all planned out,” He starts and moves away from the door, walking toward his bathroom and you remain still, hearing him fumble around. “I kept it hidden away because I didn’t want to ruin it or do it too soon.”

Your eyes widen as David walks out with an empty pill container in one hand, whilst the other holds a small engagement ring. “David,” Your voice trails off as he shakes his head.

“I was going to do it when we went away next month. But then this idea came about and well,” He shrugs his shoulders before placing the ring down on his cabinet, making his way toward you. “I’ll always love you, Y/n. And trust me, I had it all planned out down to the exact minute.”

A watery laugh leaves your lips as David rests his hands on your face, wiping away your tears. “So you don’t think marriage is a joke?” You mumble, watching as David shakes his head.

“If it keeps me in the country I’ll do anything.” He jokes, hearing you chuckle as you nudge him lightly. “But seriously, I love you Y/n and I can’t see my future with anyone else.”

You seethe through your teeth. “I guess you gotta break the news to Lorraine then.” You say with a small smile and David plays along, nodding with a heavy heart.

“Yeah, I’ve got my second wife lined up ready and waiting it seems.” He states before leaning in and kissing you softly, wanting to make sure you know you’re the only one for him, wedding ring or not.

erased : d.d

brief summary: you offer to help david with his vlog, but accidentally delete a segment

word count: 674 requested: yes by the sweetest anon - thank you love for the idea! warnings: bit angsty initially, but fluffy ending

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

“Like I said, I don’t mind helping, David.” You remind him as you sit on the other side of the sofa, scrolling through your phone as David heavily sighs.

Lifting your eyes up, you can see him contemplating your proposal. “Just, just edit this section, yeah?” He suggests as he passes over his laptop to you, leaving the section available on a separate file for you. “And, save it with the date for me, thank you.” He leans in, kissing you quickly before walking out from the room and into his own bedroom.

“Easy,” You mutter under your breath as you begin to watch through the footage, a smile on your lips as you relive the last night out you all went on.

After a good half hour of cutting and replaying several clips that David provided you with, you felt good with what you had achieved.

“Hey, Y/n.” You remained oblivious to Ilya wandering through the house as your eyes were locked with the screen, your tongue poking through your lips due to intense focus. “Or not.” He mutters to himself before you snap out of your concentration.

“Sorry, Ilya.” You respond, closing the lid of the laptop before turning to face him. “I offered to help, caught me in deep thought there.” You chuckle, and Ilya brushes it off before heading through to his room.

Turning back around, you place the laptop back onto your lap and log in. But as you hit the enter key, the screen freezes. “Weird.” You mumble under your breath as you try pressing another key, only to see the colour wheel still turning at the same slow pace. “David?” You call him and listen to the bedroom door opening and closing.

The sound of his socks shuffling along the floor catch your attention as you smile up at him. “What’s up?” He asks calmly before averting his gaze from yours to the screen being frozen and his face drops. “Fuck.” He blurts out. “What happened?” He takes the laptop from your lap, wandering over into the kitchen with it before you have a chance to speak up.

“Dave I went to save it and,” You try to explain, but listen as he exhales heavily.

“Great,” He scoffs before facing you with cold eyes. “it’s gone, the whole bit just deleted itself.” He rubs his eyes, ignoring your apologies as you walk over.

“I don’t get how I was just going to save it and the circle came up so I left it,” You repeat yourself as you reach out for his hand, but he bats it away.

Backing away from him, David’s expression softens as you pick up your phone. “Y/n, I’m sorry, I just,” He starts, but you keep your head low as you wander into the yard.

“Well done, David.” Ilya pitches in, peering out from the corridor. “You’ve upset the girl who puts up with your shit, more than Natalie.” He crosses his arms as David sighs.

“Thanks for the reminder, Ilya.” David mutters before heading through the glass doors, hovering by the doorway as you lean against the railings.

Wiping your eyes, you can hear him behind you. “It’s fine, David. I know I got impatient.” You speak up, but David can hear the crack in your voice.

“No, I shouldn’t have reacted like that.” He reasons, walking over and standing beside you. “I just, I treat the vlogs like my children.” He tries to explain but watches as you furrow your brows. “I mean, I like birthed those things.”

A small laugh leaves your lips as you shake your head. “Maybe don’t use metaphors like that, Dave.” You place your hand over his, and David can feel his heart rising ever so slightly at the sight of your smile. “But I get it, and I’m sorry.” You apologise, now facing him as your hip leans against the railing.

“Maybe next time, we’ll just edit the thumbnail?” He suggests and you nod in response.

“Yeah, I think I can handle that responsibility.”

if the world was ending : d.d

brief summary: based on the beautifully poetic song ‘if the world was ending’

word count: 1.6k requested: yes by a sweet ass anon who must know me as this is in my top 10 currently warnings: bit angsty, but fluffy ending

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

Sniffing, you walk up the stairs as you hug yourself in an attempt to stop shivering so severely.

Your day couldn’t possibly get worse, nothing else could go wrong for you. The past few months have been hell, and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. All you wanted was to curl up and forget everything for a few hours. You must at least be allowed that, right?

Sadly, the universe has different intentions.

As you approach your front door, you notice something stuck to it with big red letters.

“No.” You mutter under your breath, feeling your lower lip quivering as you tear the notice and shove it into your pocket before unlocking the front door.

The sound of your shoes squelching follows you through the cramped apartment as puddles lace your floor. You quickly undress, discarding your clothes behind you as you wander into the bathroom, wanting nothing more than a hot shower to disguise your tears.

Turning the shower on, you glance at your reflection. You’ve not been the same since the breakup, but with the events that have trickled since, that feels irrelevant to your current state.

As you emerge with damp hair, you collapse down on your sofa with a heavy sigh. “Don’t cry.” You mutter to yourself as you wipe your eyes repeatedly, trying to stop yourself from what seems to be the inevitable of late. “Fuck.” You cry, hiding your face into your palms until you take a deep breath, forcing yourself out of it before you fall too deep once again.

You look over to the pile of notices and letters you’ve been avoiding. It hurt to see so many people tearing you down, quite literally at this point. But on top, your phone starts to glow.

With a heavy heart, you walk over and take your phone. A small smile laces your lips as you see who it is calling.

“Hey, C.” You try to remain upbeat by plastering a smile on your face, hoping your tone portrays the same emotion.

On the other end of the line, Corinna sits on a beanbag whilst David edits with Natalie. He’s curled up, still in the hoodie you gifted him months ago despite everything that happened.

“Hey, is everything okay?” She asks quietly, not wanting to draw attention as David keeps his eyes fixated on his laptop, but his ears on Corinna.

You shake your head in response, covering your mouth to stifle a sob. “No,” Your voice cracks and Corinna sighs sadly.

“Oh, baby.” She whispers. “What happened? Is he doing any better?”

“He, he’s in ICU.” You manage to force the words to leave your lips. “And they’re not sure if he’ll be okay.” You can’t bring yourself to think of the worse or mention anything else.

“Do you want me to come over, I’ll come over right now I’m not up to much.” She explains and David huffs loudly.

“Gee, thanks, Corinna!” David yells and you freeze on the phone, the mere sound of his voice that you’ve not heard in months.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll talk to you soon.” You mutter to her before hanging up, feeling your heart beating in your throat before you lie down, curling up with a cushion to your chest as you silently sob, wishing your nightmare would soon end.

Corinna groans as she locks her phone before glaring at David. “What the fuck, Dave?” Corinna calls out, catching both David and Natalie off guard.

“Woah, he was joking, Corinna.” Natalie speaks up whilst David remains slightly dumbfounded at Corinna’s change in attitude. “You alright?”

Running her fingers through her hair, Corinna shuts her eyes as she contemplates her options.

“I’m fine.” She answers, still not wanting to meet David’s eyes who hover over her. “Just, you’re so inconsiderate like that was a serious fucking phone call.” Corinna can’t stop herself, she knows she should stop, but all she can think about is you at your shitty apartment alone.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” David smiles softly, tugging the sleeves on his hoodie. “Who was it anyway?”

“Y/n.” Corinna bluntly states, looking right at David who tenses up at the mention of your name.

“Is she alright?” He questions instantly, something he’ll always wonder no matter how far apart you might be.

“No, no she’s not.” Corinna sighs as she rises to her feet, keeping her phone close. “Look, she’s never been worse and I’m only telling you because I think she needs you, David.”

Natalie glances over to her best friend, seeing the sadness radiating in his eyes as he listens to Corinna.

David tries to fight back tears as he listens to what Corinna is saying.

“And after the crash, her Dad went downhill super fast.” Corinna can remember the panicked phone call she received in the early hours of the morning followed by a rushed explanation and request to keep it a secret. “He, he’s in the ICU.”

“No,” David can feel his heartbreaking. It feels like moments ago he was at yours for Christmas with your family, how well he bonded with your Dad over the smallest of things, but it was enough to make you happy. “is he going to get better?”

Corinna shrugs her shoulders, looking down at the floor. “She doesn’t know.” She admits and listens as David shuffles from his bed. “What’re you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” David questions, reaching for his phone and keys. “Nat, finish the outro and get Jason to check it over. I’ll be back later.”

Without saying anything else, David walks out from his bedroom and straight to the front door.

“Well, I guess we wait.” Natalie sighs as she lifts David’s laptop onto her lap, reviewing the footage whilst Corinna smiles to herself, glad they’re finally doing something about their dormant feelings.

The sound of knocking wakes you up from an unsettled sleep.

At first, you’re sure it’s something you’ve imagined. No one would be trying to get a hold of you now, at eleven in the evening.

You look around for some form of weapon, quietly running into your bedroom as you reach for the one item that could cause damage before making your way to the front door.

With a deep breath, you unlock the door and lift up your weapon. “David?” You lower your weapon with wide eyes as he stands there, holding his hands up in defence before catching a glimpse at your weapon of choice.

“Is that your blowdryer?” He tries not to laugh as you throw it aside, hoping it lands on your sofa.

“What’re you doing here?” You question coldly, crossing your arms as you avoid his eyes, knowing he’s looking to see how you are.

“I erm,” David stutters, having not really thought anything through as he drove over on impulse. “Corinna mentioned a few things,” He trails off as you scoff.

“It’s fine, David. You’re not my boyfriend anymore so you don’t have to check up on me.” You speak defensively, even if it’s only causing you more pain.

Reaching out, David walks inside of the apartment he only visited once. Despite you having lived here months, it looks identical to when he came before.

His eyes wander over to the pile of letters and big letters with threatening information inside. “I know I’m not, Y/n.” He states. “But I still care about you, I, I had no idea how much shit has been happening.” He moves closer, watching as you back away. “I’m sorry about your Dad, Y/n.” He says quietly, watching as your shoulders begin to shake and tears fall down your cheeks.

You’re past wiping them away, even in front of David. “He’ll be okay,” You tell yourself more than him. “he’s a strong guy.” You mutter, nodding as you lift your head up to see David’s eyes full of sorrow.

“He will be.” David reassures you and you break down.

Out of habit, David walks over and wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

He hesitates as you freeze before wrapping your arms around him in response, letting him hold you close as you continue to cry. “I, I lost my job.” You manage to say without your voice cracking mid-sentence. “Dad’s bills are piling up so I paid my salary on that and now I’m going to be homeless.” It all feels numb at this point, but David can feel his heartbreaking.

“You’re not going to be homeless, I’ll never let that happen.” He explains as he pulls away, his hands resting on your face as he wipes away your tears with his thumbs.

“I just feel like my whole world is falling apart and I don’t have anyone to rely on anymore.” You whisper, hating to admit the truth of it all. “I’ve been trying to deal with this, I didn’t want to be a sob story for anyone but I can’t,” Your voice gives in as your breathing becomes uneven and you hide your face into David’s chest.

“You’re not alone, Y/n.” David comforts you, refusing to let you go at this point. “I’ll always be around, if you ever need me I’ll come over, even if the world is ending.” He tries to joke, hearing you squeak a chuckle in response.

“Thank you, Dave.” You mumble as you glance up, forcing a small smile before returning to resting your head on his chest, missing the smile ghosting his lips.