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This is my first fan fiction and it may be too long lol idk what i’m doing… so whoever reads this feel free to give me feedback on what I can do better in and maybe send in some request idk lol I will try my best to capture ya’ll ideas just the way ya’ll want lol.. I hope y'all enjoy. 🥺 btw there might be some typos.

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You and David have always  been super close, ever since first meeting back when you first arrived in L.A. a little over a year ago. Unbeknownst to you, he would become the person you rely on the most. You first started to notice your growing feelings for David on the night of  Zane’s birthday where you had one too many. He had dropped everyone off at their disengaged houses but took you back to his to take care of you. He would wake up at 6am hearing your hangover hit you, where he quickly rushed over to the bathroom and held your hair while you were hunched over the toilet. He did everything  possible  to make you feel better although while also laughing of how drunk you had gotten the night prior. Though you just believed those kind gestures where him being friendly. What you didn’t know was that David felt the same way, but you were soon to find out.

David had realized his feelings for you when he noticed how much you cared for others. You were always making sure everyone else was feeling okay or willing to do anything for him and his friends. You had no ounce of evil in you. David’s feelings grew stronger ever time he was with you. He loved how when sitting next to you, you would mindlessly cuddle up next to him and run your nails up and down his arm. Or when he would have a long night of editing you would be the only one willing to stay up with him even if you both just sat on the cloud couch in silence, but to him it didn’t matter cause he enjoyed your presence.

Knowing your birthday was coming up David spent every second of his day with the help of Natalie of course trying to figure out the perfect plan. So when David had shot you a text “make sure not the make plans on your birthday I’m taking you out” You couldn’t help but feel butterflies erupt inside of your stomach thinking of spending your day with him, but cooling yourself down thinking he would never like you cause to him you were just a friend.

As your birthday approached you wore a casual red dress with cute sandals as David told you, you guys will be dinning outside. You get a text “ I’m outside” and you immediately spray on perfume and make your way outside. 

Walking up to the beautiful white Tesla stood David in his normal black attire and red roses, Looking down at you, you couldn’t help but blush as he leaned in to give you a hug and whispering the words in your ear “happy birthday y/n.” He opens the passenger door for you, but you couldn’t help but notice he looked nervous. While driving, you ask him “where are we going”  to which he replies “It’s a surprise, but I promise you that you are going to love it, I spent weeks planning.” 

Surprised that he cared so much about your birthday you couldn’t help but feel those butterflies again. You assumed you were nearing closer to your destination when you heard those infamous words.

“I’m going to need to blindfold you” not thinking he was serious you busted out laughing until you looked over and saw that he was indeed very serious. “You’re not going to leave me on the side of the road right” hearing his famous laugh that you have learned to love he continued with  “no you weirdo, I just want to make it extra special.”

As he puts the blind fold on he parks the car and open your door. As you guys are walking he tells you to take off your shoes and you do so by using him as a balance. Next thing you know your feet touch to what feels like sand to you.

“okay I’m taking the blindfold off now”, As he takes it off your breath gets caught in your throat. You couldn’t believe he did all this for you. You were know looking at a candle light beach dinner with the moon illuminated above you. When you turned around to look at him, he’s at already looking at you. leading you towards your chair  “I can’t believe you did this” “I’ll do anything for you y/n” 

As you guys finish dinner, he leads you towards a blanket on the sand floor  laying down besides each other looking up at the stars. “You know I’ve been planning this for weeks, I wanted everything to be perfect just for you.”

Turning your head to look at him you guys just stare into each others eyes until he leans in and kisses you with so much love just as you do the same. You pull away first to catch your breath, but you see him smiling like there’s no tomorrow. “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first laid eyes on you y/n, you have have no idea how much I like you, I literally can’t go a day with out thinking about you. I want to be with you y/n.”  

You lean in to kiss him again but pull away with a smile on your lips , “I want to be with you to David, not a day goes by where I don’t want to be with you.” 

brief summary: you grew up with david, and he always wanted there to be more than just friendship between you both. however, now adults and david is dating someone else, you coming back into his life causes him to have doubts about what he wants. (1.8k)

requested: yes by the sweetest anon, i hope you like the outcome!  warnings: none that i’m aware of 

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“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” You call out as you gather your things in the kitchen, your back turned to the guys as David sighs quietly to himself.

Ilya can’t help but roll his eyes at David’s lovesick expression that remains plastered across his face whenever you’re around. “Dave,” Ilya slaps his chest, causing David to snap out of his trance.

“No!” David blurts out, and you turn around quickly.

“Okay,” You nervously chuckle, thinking nothing of it as you head towards the front door. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you close the door behind you, and David groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands whilst Ilya and Zane share a knowing look.

“Dude, you gotta get it together.” Ilya states as David shakes his head in his hands. “It’s only Y/n, we’ve known her since High School.”

“That’s the problem,” David mumbles. “it’s Y/n.”

It was true, David had known you for many years but for at least half of them he was sort of (most definitely) in love with you whilst you remained oblivious to it. He grew up alongside you as you had boyfriends, was the shoulder for you to cry on after a breakup and one of your best friends. Yet, David always wished he could’ve been something more.

You pride yourself on bravery, heart and mind open as you settle into the city filled with often less honest folk, never quite capable of anything other than speaking your truth. 

You have this one life, often too fleeting, so you stop taking ballet at the prime age of eleven, despite your mother’s disappointed rants. 

Ask the cute boy in your Spanish class to go with you to the dance despite the fire burning your cheeks, tell your first boyfriend you love him but it’s over when you find a lipstick three shades too light to be yours in his dorm bathroom. 

It’s second nature, to venture on despite your hammering heart and sweaty brow, storing things gets far too heavy, weighs on your chest in irreconcilable ways that drow your parents marriage before you’re old enough to walk the path to school alone as a child. 

You promised yourself to never get to that point, shoulders drooping with the unsaid that’ll only haunt you in the night. 

Until you meet brown-eyed man with shy smiles and fumbling hands. 

Jeff is more reserved than his friends, barely says a word to you until you’ve crossed paths too many times, became familiar to those he surrounds himself with, it makes your irrational longing for him spurt bouquets in your chest, flowers growing at your fingertips up towards him, the sun. 

They wilt quickly one night, their fate sealed with your head sprawled across a blanket at 2am, laid next to him while watching the stars in the sky, party long forgotten inside.

’I’m not looking...I’m not ready for love’ the words finally escaping past his worried lips while you retell stories of your pasts. 

Jeff feels lighter the next morning while your mind spirals with memories of every innocent touch, arm around your shoulder on the couch, head in your lap, each coffee date, dog walk, hike, sleepover chosen over another wild party neither of you truly cares about. 

For the first time in your life, you stall, fight with yourself every time your mouth opens and the words are right there on the tip of your tongue, I already love you, you fool, before you swallow them down and find an excuse to leave the room long enough to lock them away for some time. 

Everything you feel returns to him somehow, one knowing smile across the room surrounded by chaos and laughter and you’re back at that hilltop, the sun blinding your eyes but not nearly as much as the man hiking up ahead of you for the umpteenth time that month while his friends pause to say hi. 

It’s hard to conceal such affections, every small love whispering softly across the distance without your permission. 

Jeff never notices, or at least, spares you the inevitable pain’ while your friendship grows in spite until the key to his apartment hangs off the chain attached to your own, his own set finding a home in the bowl on his kitchen counter. 

Until it’s too late, you realise, months passing in this bliss that feels too good to let go, though you remind yourself friends don’t fall asleep in each other’s arms, speak without words, ground each other with a mere touch of hands. 

You only realise the extent to which you’ve silenced these parts of yourself when a friend visiting town long enough for a coffee date makes an off-hand remark about how you’ve changed, ‘Just...seem different, somehow’. 

Jeff finds you stuffing your things in a duffle back later that day, a sleep shirt here, toothbrush there until there are tears falling down your face, frustrated with yourself for allowing this to become so comfortable, so integral in each other’s lives. 

‘Y/n? What are you - why are you crying?’ his questioning tone breaking your attention away from packing long enough to glance at his frozen frame in the doorway. 

‘I’m fine’ you shrug, picking up the heavy bag before trying to head out. Jeff steps in your way, the entrance blocked by his broad shoulders you marvel on for a short second before his hands, another contender for your favourite part of him, an endless endeavour, cup your wet cheeks and lift your head high enough to look him in the eye. 

‘What is really going on? Why are you taking your stuff?’ he’s lost, puppy eyes racing around your face. 

You left this morning after sleeping over for movie night, five hours away from him suddenly long enough to make you want to wipe every trace of your presence from his home just like that. 

You shrug, as if it explains everything, looking away from the golden hues when you reply. 

‘I’m just taking some stuff back to my apa-’ ‘-stop, don’t lie to me’ Jeff pleads. He sighs, moving away to lean against the door frame, ‘What is this really about?’ 

The little room you were given to breath disappears just as quickly when his hands find their way to your own, prying the right open until your bag falls to the floor with a soft thud. 

‘Tell me what’s wrong sunshine’ Jeff asks again, gently, heart beating wildly in contrast at the prospect of your leaving so abrupt. 

It’s then you decide, inhaling his cologne with your forehead falling against the planes of his chest, feel what needs to be felt, then move forward. 

Whatever that may look like. Jeff relaxes when your fingers tighten around his, once, twice, long lashes fluttering against his thin cotton shirt as you close your eyes. 

‘I love you’ the words are spoken freely, flowers gifted from the garden that’s grown far too big for your pair of lungs. 

‘Y/n I-’ you shake your head quickly, pulling away from the comfort of his torso with tears blurring your eyes. 

‘No, no, Don’t say anything’ you beg. 

‘I just...you need to open up your heart, maybe not to me but at least the world’ you swallow, the next words like knives as you add, ‘or someone else.’ 

Feel what needs to be felt, then move forward, you keep reminding yourself through shallow breaths as you pry your hands from his hold, shaky grip tightening around the belt of your bag. 

There’s only the sound of your footsteps, down the stairs, of metal keys falling in the bowl on his kitchen counter, door slamming on your way out. 

hi i was very excited for this and i hate that i write things i’m excited for and then end up hating it but i always post it anyways because that is all i have to offer </3 i’m obsessed with this song right now (as is almost everybody else) and there’s a clear pathway to follow with this song so i thought i’d do it a little differently — i hope it doesn’t disappoint. 

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David has always loved driving. He pins it to his need for control, the slight adrenaline rush he always gets when he steps on the pedal a little harder than he knows he should, and especially the focus he has to dedicate to the spinning road and nothing else. On his busy days, his only time for a breather is driving. 

You were quite the opposite, having grown up in New York City streets where using a car to get around efficiently was near impossible. Practically, moving to LA meant you should have made an effort to learn, but being behind the wheel always gave you anxiety. You hated having the control, willing to give it up at any opportunity you could. David still remembers meeting you for the first time and finding out your lack of a license, his own words engrained in the memory. 

“I’m the best driver in the group, no competition. Guess I’ll have to teach you.”

You got your driver’s license last week. 

you’d vowed to keep away from booze and boys that sweltering summer night in august, girlfriends forcing you out to the bar with them and insisting you take a breather from the work you’d be swamped with that week.

you were hesitant, paperwork and projects finding themselves at the forefront of your thoughts but your friends were persistent — you’re convinced they really just need a designated driver.

unfortunately for them and for you, you’d break the first promise, no booze, within an hour of arriving on the scene. with alcohol running flush through your system and making the los angeles heat all the more beaming, you find yourself propped up against the brick side wall of the building, head thrown back and trying to take as many deep breaths of cool air as you could.you still remember it like yesterday, not drunk enough to black it out, and you remember the thick humidity suffocating your airways with every inhale, and then david’s voice pulling your consciousness back to reality.

that’s the first time you meet him, when he’s checking to see if you’re still conscious outside a dingy bar downtown (looking back you kind of convince yourself it’s fate, because he never goes downtown).

he asks you if you need a ride or a phone call and the friend that stumbles out calling his name is someone you recognize — carly, a mutual of yours, and you trip over your words a bit greeting her, but she’s smiling at the sight of you and introducing you to david when you’re standing steady in her arms.

you and david become inseparable since that august night, both of you hardly noticing. quickly hitting it off after carly had continued to bring you around him and the rest of their friends, he was keen on incorporating you into the group.

the more time you’d spend with them, and subsequently him, the more the two of you would realize how you share almost every trait, dream, and quirk. he got close to you in a way he wasn’t even close to natalie, because in a way, nobody understood him the way you do.

you promised yourself you wouldn’t play into the stereotypical “best friends to lovers” trope as soon as the group started teasing the two of you for your quick intimacy. you think it’ll be easy, but you find out pretty soon why it’s a cliche in the first place.

the first time you notice david’s presence giving you butterflies is when you show up to his house early to help put zane’s surprise party together. already in your dress, you blush profusely as david pretends to catcall you as soon as you’re in his view. you hope the makeup keeps it a secret, and you chock up the butterflies you get as excitement for the party.

but afterwards they’re more frequent and more apparent. when he gently nudges you in the car to make you laugh even if he’s not being funny, or when he grabs something for you that you’re too short to reach. he’s starting to give you butterflies, and that alone makes you all the more nervous — how are you breaking another promise to yourself?

carly, of course, is the first person you tell. the reason you’re really in this predicament in the first place. when you’re rushing out a sentence that’s just barely decipherable as “i think i have feelings for david,” carly rolls her eyes, but a smile wins over her expression, and she’s laughing at you.

“did you think it wasn’t obvious?”

she’s pushing and pushing and pushing for you to just tell him and get it over with, because she can tell he feels the same way. you’re rejecting the idea before the proposal even fully comes out of her mouth, shaking your head frantically.

“are you kidding me? he got madison beer and said no. i’m not gonna be another bit for the vlog.”

you expect her to try and convince you, but she just shrugs and tells you to suit yourself. it turns out this is more persuading than any argument she could have made.

for the next two weeks you’re so overcome with anxiety on your interactions with david that it makes you frigid around him. is it reslly so obvious you have feelings for him? can he tell?

you want to be reserved and keep to yourself so you don’t slip up, but he doesn’t make it easy for you tonight.

up until this point you’re good at ignoring the glances between you and david that linger, or the little jolt you feel when your skin brushes. he has no mercy this evening though, staying close to you, breathe always right on your skin when he speaks to you. it makes your knees fucking weak.

so chock full of courage you down three shots of vodka and wait for the warmth to settle in your stomach. you give yourself until then to plan your next move, and you mentally scold yourself for not doing that before the shots, because now your best idea is a goddamn tiktok.

but after all the promises you’ve broken to yourself already, you decide this is the one you hold yourself to keeping. you don’t even have time to stop yourself from walking up to him and tugging on his sleeve for his attention, when he sees you, face pink, he knows you’ve drank and he’s already giving you a look. he leans down to listen to your mumbling under the music heath is blasting in his speakers.

“can we go to your car? i wanna make a tiktok. pleaaaase dave.”

he can’t say no to you, especially not when you’re tipsy and uninhibited, so he leads you out into the driveway with a hand on your back, completely unaware at how hard it’s making you smile in front of him.

the two of you climb into the respective seats, him watching you intently as you settle in, getting a little distracted at the sky through his windshield. but your eyes flicker to him, they always do, and the shy smile he gives you when he catches you staring makes you return it.

“pictures last longer.”

“shut up, dobrik. just let me do the tiktok.”

you’re trying to hide being flustered, and it’s not working. he knows you too well and the alcohol makes you less agile. he has to help you set your phone on the dash (because you keep making it fall), and you have to tell him not to look.

you sit there awkwardly as the song plays on full volume between the two of you, and he hangs his head on the steering wheel as soon as the tune begins to play. you glance over him to mouth the words.

“i wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead.”

when he looks up, you expect him to ask if you’re kidding or make a joke about rejection or even ask if you can do this again for the vlog — but you’re surprised when he doesn’t.

instead, his hand tangles into your hair as he pushes your head into his and kisses you with intent that steals your breath. it’s gentle but he means it, and his mouth is so warm and tastes like stars and you can’t believe you didn’t just do this earlier.

when he has to pull away to breathe, the two of you are slouching into your seats before looking at one another, sharing a “holy shit” kind of look.

“i feel like i can’t post that tiktok now.”

you break the silence and the two of you erupt into giggles, his hand comes back to your cheek.

“i waited way too long to kiss you. i don’t think i ever want to stop.” his eyes trace your lips.

“then don’t. kiss me again, and don’t stop.”

your voice is just above a whisper but he hears, and he listens. he brings your lips to his and kisses you breathless and dizzy, and the two of you are sure that nothing could beat this moment under the stars, even in the stuffy tesla while all your friends get drunk in the house in front of you.