Whoever I want to be

[kenmvz]

love looks good in you two.

[daviddobrikarchive-deactivated2]

i think im ready to get down on my knees

[headassdobrik]

AWWWWWWW 🥺🥰

[goretzkas-moved-deactivated2023]

[cherishingstydia]

When u find someone who ships your otp as much as you

[whoever-iwant-tobe]

It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 13)

David x Natalie: fiction. Attempt #2 at this chapter since one was lost to a chrome crash (I don’t want to talk about it)

No warnings for this chapter, just some miscommunications and light fluff

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You fought last night. It was yet another halloween week party. You were having a blast and drank a lot more than you realized. You didn’t notice at first, but David was almost nowhere in sight for most of the night at most of the parties you hit up. You were throwing back drinks with Zane and everyone and you just didn’t notice. What you did remember was snapping at him at the last stop of the night, something about letting you dance with Zane and you just remember feeling justified about it. Like he was being ridiculous and you were the rational one. He raised his voice for just a moment, then stormed off. When he came back, he acted like he was trying to have fun, but he had a drink in his hand like he needed it. David didn’t drink often, and even this night, he didn’t drink much.

When you got home, you stumbled onto the couch and you figure David helped you change or you figured it out yourself, because when you woke up, you were in his shorts and a hoodie and curled up on the side of his bed. But David was nowhere to be found. To be fair, you didn’t wake up on this particular day until well after noon, but it was still unusual for you to be asleep so much later than even David. You had a pit in your stomach though-- the pit that you get when you're pretty sure you did or said something you should regret, but can’t pinpoint what. 

When you did get out of bed, you took the advil Dave had left on the desk for you, grabbed some orange juice, and started responding to emails. You figured he’d be home soon, but he didn’t come. Not for a while.

When he walked in the door around 9, he was with Carly and Zane and Jason. He greeted you like he would any other time his friends were around.

“Hey Nat,” he called.

“Hey. You get footage?” you asked. Act normal. 

“Yeah, should be decent. We’re going to another Halloween party tonight. You wanna come?” he asked. That was a good sign, maybe everything is fine. He’s inviting you to go.

“I would, but I have a killer headache still. I don’t know if I can even stomach being around liquor right now” you answer, regretfully flopping your head back on the couch.

“That’s cool. Well we’re getting food and then will probably go.”

“Sounds good-- I can order it if everyone tells me what they want.” you offer.

“No it’s cool, I got it. I ordered your favorite too.” he said with a small smile. Another good sign. Maybe things weren’t as bad as you remembered.

You all ate, crowded on the big couch watching a playlist of David’s videos. He’d been rewatching them to get re-inspired. It was fun for you because you never watched his old stuff.

He gripped your shoulder before they all left, a subtle goodbye, and you were on your own again.

You kept working-- catching up from your late start in the day and then getting ahead for the next. You were supposed to fly to New York for David to do a bunch of press and you didn’t want to get behind with all the travel. 

Even though you woke up so late, something about a hangover sucks the life out of you. You wanted to wait up for David to come home. You wanted to talk and have that reassurance that everything was fine between you two, but you got to the point where you couldn’t keep your eyes open. You tried and tried, but resolved to go take a nap. You didn’t want to sleep in your own room in case David just went to bed when he got home, but you didn’t want to be in his bed either in case others came in with him, so you dragged your laptop to the love sac in his bedroom. Then if you fell asleep and didn’t wake up on time, he wouldn’t be able to avoid you. You worked for a bit longer before you passed out, laptop open on your lap. 

You woke up to the group chat dinging like mad. It was muted on your phone, but not on your computer. Something about Scott and Todd’s tour--they were probably drunk. You closed your laptop and grabbed your phone to check the time, then got on instagram just to check in one what everyone was up to. David looked bored at the party and so did Carly and Zane based on their stories. You were about to go back to sleep, when you accidentally opened your explore tab and saw a wall of this dark purple-toned picture. It was hard to make out, but everyone was tagging it as David and Liza. And it was from tonight. Like, now. 

Your heart literally sank. You loved David. You trusted David. But you hated this. You waited for a text to come through from him. Like ‘Hey, bumped into Liza at this party. Just wanted to let you know’ or something, but nothing came through. It was all over your mentions now, The people who were still holding on to Diza were thrilled. The people who wanted you and David to be together were panicking, and you were just sad. You put your phone down, grabbed a pillow to cling on to, and let yourself get swallowed up by the lovesac as you drifted back to sleep under a weighted blanket. You just needed to get your mind off of everything.

You didn’t hear David come home. You also didn’t hear him check the living room for you, then your own room for you. You woke to your phone ringing in your lap and David switching on his bedroom lights, phone in hand.

“Shit. There you are!” he exclaimed, pressing a button on his phone, causing yours to stop ringing. “I didn’t know where you went!”

You pulled the blanket higher over your body and slung an arm to shade you from the bright light now filling the room. “Sorry, I must have fallen asleep... I’ll go to my room.” You moved to get up, flustered now. Frustrated about what you saw online and still stressed about what happened in the argument you barely remembered from the night before. 

“What? No. Stay here.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m just gonna go..” he blocked your path to the door.

“Nat, what is going on?” he questioned.

“What do you mean?” blocked again, heavy blanket wrapped around you.

“Why are you going to your room? Do you want me to come with? I’ve barely seen you all day.”

“No, you’re upset with me and I get it.. I’m just gonna..” you tried to walk around him, but he moved with you. 

“Natalie, stop.” he placed both hands on your shoulders. He looked you in the eyes. Whatever he saw must have made him sense your stress level, because he pulled you to his chest in a bear hug.

You let out a sigh of relief/release/something and rested your head on his chest.

“Will you tell me what’s going on at least?” He asked you, speaking into the space above your head.

You stayed silent for a moment.

“Come on, Nat.” he waited.

“It’s probably better... after last night... then Liza...”

“Wait what??” he stepped back out of your arms to look you in the face again. “Nat, we bumped into Liza at a party, we talked for a few minutes, then we filmed a quick bit when we drove past her walking to her car. It was literally a coincidence.”

“Yeah but last night, we argued.. I don’t even remember..”

“It’s fine! People argue. People who love each other argue. It was not even a big deal. I swear.”

You pondered over his words for a moment, head still hung. “You sure??” you asked.

“Yes. Babe. Come to bed. I’m tired and I didn’t get great sleep last night and honestly I just wanna cuddle. We can talk more tomorrow if you want, but please come to bed.”

You walked into his arms and his hands found yours. You held them and leaned up to kiss him. “Okay.” and then you crawled into bed and waited while he brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers and a t shirt, and joined you in bed.

He snuggled you into him and you peppered tiny kisses from his chest to his neck until he pulled you closer, dragging one leg across his legs and pulling you so you were laying on his chest. He kissed your hair and breathed you in while you released a contented sigh. “I do love you, Dave” you told him.

“I love you too”

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Cross posted on AO3 as usual

[ohdobrik]

I love them

[headassdobrik]

The way it drips down 🥴🙃 I gotta go

[whoever-iwant-tobe]

this hair is out of control. Natalie where were youuu???

[whoever-iwant-tobe]

It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 12)

David x Natalie: just a made up story.

This one is smut, ladies and gents. Skip this if you’re not into it. You aren’t missing any story. Sorry it’s short and took a while to get out, I struggled with this one.

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When you woke up, it was still dark. The sound of a helicopter whizzing past had jolted you out of your sleep. Since the living room had so many windows, it wasn’t as protected from the sounds of the city and helicopter passes weren’t out of the norm. You had fallen asleep on the couch, David tangled into you. His chest was pressed into your back, his legs intertwined with yours, his breath hot on your neck. Once your brain processed where you were and why you’d woken up, you let yourself close your eyes and relax back into him. 

Maybe it was the same helicopter sound or maybe it was your rustling awake, but you knew David had woken soon after when you heard his steady breath slow, then heard him take in a long, deep breath, his arms tightening around you. He clung to you the way he clung to the couch pillows when he napped.

You hummed into his tightening arms and again when you felt his lips press kisses into the back of your neck. 

Now you were both up. 

The tiny clock across the room displayed the time, 5:15 am. Too early to wake up. 

“Hey” you whispered, bringing the hand that was wrapped at your front to your lips for a kiss. 

“Mmmmm” he responded sleepily.

“Should we go to bed?” you asked.

“No, here.” he replied, taking his hand to your face. He gently turned your cheek, then used his other arm to lift himself forward enough to kiss you. 

Oh my god, did you ever love him like this. 

He was gentle and cuddly and not moving at 500 miles per hour. You wanted to keep him here like this for the rest of your lives if you could. 

You kissed him back, first innocently, then with more passion. David was always hard and a little horny when he woke up, but right now, he was clearly a lot horny. 

You felt him, hard against you. When he wound his bottom arm under your back, twisting your upper body so you were more accessible to him, you pressed your ass up against him and he moaned into your mouth. Now he was wound up.

He ground his length into you from behind and wrapped his arms around you, one slipping under your shirt and the other just under your waistband. You were totally wrapped up in him, both literally and figuratively. He kissed you now, long and deep, but from your angle all you could do was hold his cheek and moan into his mouth when the fingers that had dipped below your waistband made it to your core. 

When he felt how wet you were, his hips jutted forward into your clothed ass and you’d had enough of the waiting. You swivelled your hips around, sadly breaking the contact where his hand had been at your center, but it was worth it. 

Now you were facing him, both of you on your sides. You slip your arms to tug at his hips, pulling him into you. He takes your top leg and drags it to latch over his hip, giving him direct access to exactly where you want him, but the barrier of clothes keeps him from sliding right in.

“Take it off” he groans, mid-kiss, yanking at your sweatpants. You smile into his mouth, kicking your pants and panties off your legs and helping him to tug his off too. 

Before you can even slip a hand down to stroke him, he’s pushing in. You gasp at the sudden sensation. The hands that were holding his cheeks slip so one in gripping at the back of his head, playing with his tufts of hair there, and the other holds fast to his shoulder, where you try to not dig your nails. David, on the other hand, uses one hand to get leverage at your neck, the other grips your waist tightly, but sweetly. He’s pulling you into him as your heel wraps around his hip.

He takes his time with you, driving you higher and closer to the edge, breathing into your mouth, kissing you again and again, open mouthed and gasping. 

“You feel. So good.” you tell him mid-moan. You brush a strand of his hair from his eyes and you can see him looking deep into yours, eyes twinkling, almost smiling.

You decide to keep buttering him up. You know sometimes you aren’t the sweetest or the gentlest with him, so you keep going. He deserves it, you think. “Love you. So much. The most. Incredible. Person. I know.” you manage to gasp out. He pulls your mouth into his, kissing you with more passion than one should expect at 5am. You whimper as he holds you tighter, tracing the outline of your curves all the way back to your ass, gripping you and pulling you in.

“Babe,” he murmurs, groaning out to tell you he’s close. He is all worked up and the sights and sounds alone are just about enough to send you over the edge. 

“So hot, baby. So good. So hot” you urge him on. His head drops to your neck. “Come on Dave. Come on babe.” you hum into his ear. “I need you to come for me, babe. Please.” 

And that does it. His face and his sounds and his friction sends you toppling over the edge just as he does, your body gripping him hard, eliciting a groan from his throat as he juts his hips in, riding through your orgasms. He rocks into you in an almost out of control way, still gripping you hard. You’re both breathing heavy when he finally stills. He kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to finally meet at your mouth. You caress his cheek, brushing his hair off his sticky, now sweaty forehead. You laugh lightly and he blushes, the aftershocks of his orgasm, the fact that he’s still inside of you, and the sweet words you filled his head with clearly affecting him. You lean forward to kiss him gently and pull back. 

“Babe,” he says.

“Hmmmm?”

“Thank you.” he says.

“I meant it.”

“I love you.” he says. His hand moves from your hip to cover the hand you hold on his cheek, where he grips it and brings it to his mouth to kiss. “You are so good to me, babe.”

"You deserve it.” you kiss him one more time. “Now lets get cleaned up and go back to bed. This time, in an actual bed, okay?” You pull away from him and stand, offering a hand to help him up and he follows you back to bed.

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cross posted on AO3 as per the usual!

[allthesepurplelights]

cute

[ohdobrik]

babies 🥰🖤

[whoever-iwant-tobe]

It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 11)

David x Natalie

A continuation of my David/Natalie fictional storyline

Picking up with Natalie’s perspective where David left off. This one is just fluff. There will be morning ~romance~ (smut) in the next one. 

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“Stop talking like that. You are everything I have ever wanted and you’re the only thing I’ll ever want now. No one can even come close. I promise,” David whispered, nuzzling into your hair.

That feeling you get when your heart feels like it has swelled so much it could burst? That’s how his words made you feel. Of course, they were words and words may be true right now, but false later. But you loved him. You laughed lightly and let him hoist you so that you were laying mostly across his body on the couch. You didn’t love letting so much of your weight be on him-- you always worried about suffocating him (he said “that’s ridiculous”)-- but he loved the feeling. David was quirky like that, and he loved to feel trapped. He preferred to feel trapped by you. 

You lay on your stomach on his chest and he stroked your back gently with one hand, the other holding you close to him. You tipped your head to pepper kisses on his neck and chin, the tickling feeling causing him to humm as his eyes flickered closed. You moved to lift yourself up, swinging one leg so it was between his, and pushing up with your arms hoping to kiss him in other places, but he quickly pulled you back to him, his fingers pressed into your lower back at your waist. 

“Daaaaave” you whimpered, laughing gently.

“Hmmmmm” he hummed back, eyes still closed. He was enjoying holding you, feeling the pressure of your body on his, and it was clear he wasn’t ready to let you go. He squeezed you tightly, wrapping you up into him. The way he held you was like it would kill him to let go. It was intoxicating. You raked your fingers gently through his soft hair, one of his other favorite things.

“Hey,” you whispered. You were exhausted. “Lets go to bed.”

“Nooooo, I want to stay here forever,” he whined, tugging you impossibly tighter to him, arms wrapped all the way across your back and fingers now pressed into your hips. “Alexa, turn on to mood lighting.”

You giggled when the bright lights that always lit the space (”better for filming”) were replaced with a mix of lights switched off and some just dimmed. “Impressive,” you laughed. “You set that up yourself?”

“Joe. Taylor couldn’t figure it out” he chuckled.

You giggled. You were really getting tired now and you knew he was too, the way he clung to you, eyes closed and relaxed. “Well scoot over or I’m going to end up suffocating you.” you rolled off him now as he reluctantly scooted himself up to the backrest of the giant couch.

You sat up to adjust yourself, but David was pulling you back into him right away. “Come onnn, cuddle.” His hand snaked across your stomach now, brushing under your hoodie, and tugging you into the couch. He’d adjusted a pillow from the couch, one of the many that he was usually clutching when he napped, to support your heads as he turned on his side. You let him pull you in, loving how needy he was being without it being so sexual. He just wanted to be close to you. 

You settled in, his bottom arm under the crook of your neck so you weren’t worried about crushing it. He’d pulled a fluffy blanket to cover you both. His top arm was resting on your waist, bending at the elbow to hold close to your chest. You wrapped a hand in his to tighten his grip on you and stretched a foot back so he could tangle his legs with yours. He slotted a knee through your legs and nuzzled his face into your clean hair.

You felt more wrapped up, safe, secure, and wanted than any other time in your life. Tangled up in him on the cloud couch was like being wrapped up in heaven, and you were happy to stay there forever. 

You could tell he had drifted off to sleep, not even minutes after you’d settled on the couch. You relaxed into his body and let yourself be carried off by sleep.

“Alexa, lights off” you remembered to command just as sleep took you. 

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Don’t forget, cross posted on AO3 for easy reading!

Also, 100 followers just from my story! That’s wild! Thanks guys!

[georgeanddreamfound]

[daviddobrikssflamethrower-deact]

I’m never gonna get over this. Never

[headassdobrik]

Love/Hate you 3000

[britneyspears]

First time wearing a long summer 👗 dress in a while !!! I feel like a princess ... wait no a queen .... a goddess ... as I’m reading The Inner Goddess Revolution at the moment !!!! Such a fun day !!!!! 🌷🌷🌷

[whoever-iwant-tobe]

It wasn’t meant to be a long game (part 10)

Continuation of the David x Natalie story--- my imaginary version based on real life.

This is my first attempt to write from David’s POV. Not sure how I feel about it, but if you’re reading it, it’s because I didn’t hate it enough to keep it on private.

No warnings today! Remember I am cross posting on AO3!

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Natalie didn’t want to go out one night. You were confused because she’d been talking about it all day like she’d planned to go. She was even talking with Carly about an outfit, but then when the time came and everyone was over and you were calling her name to get in the front seat of the Tesla, she wouldn’t come out.

It wouldn’t be the first time you went out without her. Sometimes she stayed home because of hangovers or headaches or just needing alone time, but she always encouraged you to go out anyways to have fun with your friends and get whatever footage you needed. But you never had as much fun as when she was with you. Natalie was such a big part of the fun for you since you didn’t really like to drink or lose control in that way. But Nat brought you laughter and you loved how your friends loved her. 

But today it didn’t make sense. She was coming with, and then she wasn’t. And people were already loading your car up to go.

“One sec guys, Natalie must have fallen asleep. I’ll be right out,” you called as they headed through the garage and climbed in the car. 

The house was empty now, so you didn’t bother to knock. When you walked in the room, Natalie was in her bed. Full makeup, but under the covers, laptop open beside her as she scrolled through Netflix.

“Hey what the fuck. Didn’t you hear me calling you?” you asked, walking towards the bed, moving to sit on the edge closest to her. 

“I’m not going.” she said flatly.

“But you said...”

“And then I changed my mind” she interrupted.

“Nat, what? Everyone is in the car. Lets go. I want you to go. It will be fun.” you argued as patiently as you could.

“I just don’t want to go there, okay?”

“Go where?” Now you were lost.

“That guy’s house. I didn’t realize where we were going and I am just not feeling it. But you go and have fun! I’ll be here when you get back.”

You had to think for a minute. Puzzled over her words. You’d been to a million house parties, including to this guys house. Why was it suddenly a problem now? Your mind rushed to the worst possible reason.

“Wait, did he try something with you? Cause I will fuck him up if he..”

“No, no, no. It’s not that” Natalie stopped you. “He’s never done anything to me. I just don’t love the crowd that goes to those parties. I can be confident and fit in a lot of places, but I just can not do that crowd tonight.”

You were supposed to go to an acquaintance of Dom’s house. You’d been there before. Somehow Dom befriended a rich guy who hangs out with a mix of real models, insta models, and porn stars. Even some you were familiar with. On top of that, Dom would let in any thirsty, halfway attractive fan if they gave him enough attention, so fans of yours always managed to get in too. These weren’t your favorite parties either, there were always lots of girls throwing themselves at you, but you knew it was mostly for clout or money so you were good at dodging them. You would quit going to these parties yourself, but they were so good for footage and you needed it. 

“Ugh yeah I get it, everyone at these parties are annoying. But you’ll be with our friends! It will be fine!” you reasoned, empathizing as best as you could. 

“No it’s not even that.”

“Natalie, I’m reaaaaally not a good mind reader so you’re gonna have to explain or I’m not getting off this bed.”

“David, just go and have fun! I’ll be here when you get back.”

“But I don’t want to go without you.” There. You said it.

Natalie smiled at your admission. “I just can’t go there. All those models and then all the hitting on you. It’s just a lot.”

It was your turn to smile at her admission. “It bugs you when they hit on me?” You smirked and waggled your eyebrows at her.

Natalie rolled her eyes and chuckled, just a little. “I don’t like when THOSE girls hit on you. They’re always beautiful and then you’re so polite and there’s nothing I can ever do or say about it and I just don’t like it.”

“Nat, come on.” You reached your arm to lean across her. “You know I have zero interest in any of them. We’ve had this conversation.”

“Yeah but, I don’t know. I never know if ‘the one’ is gonna walk up to you and I just really don’t want to be around to see it. It stresses me out, so my solution is to avoid.”

You heard a honk of the tesla from the garage now. Your friends were getting impatient. 

“Nat. If you come, I promise I won’t let any sketchy models hit on me. And you’re ridiculous for thinking ‘the one’ is gonna walk up to me at a party because I already have ‘the one’ right here and she’s being dramatic. I love her, but she’s being dramatic.”

Natalie narrowed her eyes at you in a fake glare before she smiled. She reached up to hold your cheek in her hand. “I’m gonna sit this one out, okay. I trust you, I do. I just have already talked myself out of this one. I’ll hang out when you guys get back! Tell me if you end up going somewhere else and maybe I’ll meet up, okay?”

You pouted, but didn’t want to push it. You grabbed her hand that was on your cheek, turned your face, and kissed her palm, then leant down to kiss her. “Okay, fine. We won’t be long. Promise.” She kissed you back.

“Don’t hurry on my account! Get good footage!” she called as you headed out the door.

You explained to your friends that Natalie wasn’t feeling well, so Zane crawled himself very unceremoniously into the front seat and tried to figure out if you were telling the truth, but you just pumped up the music and backed out of the driveway, heading towards the house party. 

You dodged many “where’s Natalie” questions, but you dodged a lot more girls who were hitting on you. Still polite, but shutting them down a lot quicker than you would have before. As promised.

You got the footage you needed, Carly drank more than she normally would and Zane was trying to take care of HER for once instead of the other way around, and you decided after about an hour that it was time to head home. You realized that it was a lot harder to have fun without Nat than you’d even though.

As usual, everyone came back to your place after, and Natalie came out to join everyone in the living room. She was in her PJs, clean faced, and glowing. She was refreshingly beautiful after all the girls who had been hitting on you at the party. She joined everyone on the couch, but quickly realized how trashed Carly was and tried to force-feed her some water. She was so good at taking care of people, it blew you away. Even when she was drunk herself, Natalie still figured out how to make sure people were taken care of. She always managed to pull it together just enough to get shit done. It was another item on the million reasons long list that you loved her. It was that trait that led you to invite her to come live out here and you loved that about her even when Liza was still in the picture. You didn’t know a lot of girls, much less people, who were like that. You admired her amidst the chaos. 

Things started to quiet down at the house. Heath and Mariah left. Jeff drove Jonah home and Zane offered to get Carly back to her place. Natalie had offered the guest room, but Carly was insistent on sleeping in her own bed. You loved having your friends in the home you shared with Natalie, but you had to admit you were happy that you’d have it to yourselves soon.  

When the door closed and the place was finally empty, you waited for the lights to back out of the drive before letting out a massive breath of air. Nat was curled into the corner of the couch across from you, cuddled with a blanket, scrolling on her phone, but she put it down at the sound of you. You crawled your way across the couch and settled next to her, trying wrap an arm around her. She smiled and hummed at your touch, turning into your body. 

“Miss me?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

“Too much.”

“How were the girls?”

“Shut them right down. Actually I kept directing them to Jonah and ducking out of the way, but it worked pretty well!” you explained and Nat laughed.

“Oh good. I’m sorry I didn’t come with. But I’m glad you seemed to have fun.”

“I always have more fun with you. I don’t get why you are worried about those girls though.” You tugged her into you closer, trying to get her weight on top of yours. “Like you know I love you.”

“I know, but those girls.. they are all so perfect. I don’t know. You talk about being in love with perfect actresses and I am so not that. I’m not a model and we both know I can be dumb sometimes.”

Nope. You were not going to listen to her shit on herself like this. You pulled her so now she was laying on your chest and wrapped your legs up in hers. 

“Stop talking like that. You are everything I have ever wanted and you’re the only thing I’ll ever want now. No one can even come close. I promise.”

You were pretty sure she didn’t believe you, but now you had the task of making sure she did.