#david mccall

David Mccall x Reader

a/n: was going to post this with a request but it disappeared after i accidentally clicked save draft bruh, so sorry to that person lol, but anyways, here’s something i’ve already been SLOWLY working on. again like i have to say to all my requests now lol, im so so so sorry it took so long 😞been busy and fixated on other things so it was difficult to get myself back on these things that i’ve had in my drafts for months now, slowly trying to get them out, if you’ve ever sent me a request, i have not forgotten about it, it’ll just take a while to get them done.

cw: David Mccall, fluff, implied obsessive behavior, implied forced sweet behavior.

NICOLE 4EVA! 🩸

Jealous David Mccall | HCs

David Mccall x Reader

a/n: yessssss, i’ve got some wip’s for him so don’t worry about not getting fed lol, but i didn’t think of this one yet so thank u!

cw: David Mccall, yandere/obsessive behavior, jealousy (obvi), stalking, controlling behavior, manipulation, implying incest (not happening, he just crazy).

theres no way he wouldn’t be jealous over the most normal and platonic shit, you hug a friend or even a family member… he’s annoyed, blood boiling, but he doesn’t let it show, he has a pleasant smile on his face and cold eyes on the subject that is touching you.

would be the obnoxious guy who’d start dramatically make out with you if a guy started flirting with you, just to make the guy uncomfortable enough to leave.

you wouldn’t even have to do ANYTHING to make him jealous, since he’s the guy who’s jealous if you’re cuddling with a plushie more than him, but he wouldn’t destroy it (even though he REALLY wants to) because he knows it’d only upset you.

has punched multiple guys in front of you when he couldn’t keep cool, guys blatantly flirting with you in front of him (or at least that how he sees it), he’d explain it away to you with all kinds of excuses, ‘he saw them about to grope you’, ‘he heard them say something disgusting that you didn’t’, whatever.

of course he gaslights you to hell every time you get upset about his behavior, “what do you mean? i was only protecting your peace” he’d say, “you don’t understand how guys think, he was only acting like that to get in your pants, baby”, making u feel insane for being upset by him ‘defending’ you.

he’s totally tracking you 24/7, be it himself following you around, or one of his ‘friends’ when he’s occupied, to report back to him on everything they see you do.

if you gave one of your friends a birthday present he’d be jealous, y’all already know, “i can’t give people gifts?? that’s crazy!”, “why would you want to give someone else your attention, baby? it might give them the wrong idea” he’d guilt you, making you think that you’re leading people on by just being nice.

disgustingly enough, he’d also be jealous if you were close to your siblings (if you have any), would convince himself that your sibling is trying to take you away from him, maybe even be in love with you, ya know like a freak, it’s obviously not true, but he’s so delusional that he’d 100% believes it.

if someone kept seeking you out, not taking the hint that your taken, he’d give them a little personal ‘visit’, following them around for a day for the right opportunity to jump them, beating them halfway to death, threatening them “if you as much as look at them, i’ll fine you and i’ll make you and everyone you ever have held dear disappear”.

all the while he’d still be sweet to you, never yelling at you or blaming you for his jealousy, so you never really thought of it as too much of an issue as he seemingly got better, holding back his anger and not punching random guys (that you know of), so you stay with him happily, not noticing the specs of blood on his sleeves after his late night walks.

David Mccall x Reader

a/n: more of this dude, y’all already know how this’ll go.

cw: David Mccall, yandere/obsessive behavior, implied stalking, controlling/toxic behavior, angst, kidnapping, manipulation.

what the hell are you thinking!? you know he’d never accept your breakup, your his remember? he’d never let you go, all the other guys would just use and hurt your pretty little mind.

if you broke up with him in a letter, he’d immediately rip it up and rush to your place to sternly change your mind, but if you were bold enough to do it in person, oh boy, he’d just stare at you in disbelief for a moment before his eyes would darken, “no” his voice cold, “what do you mean no? it’s over-“ he’d grab you by your arms pulling you closer, his grip firm, not letting you struggle out of it, “no, your mine, you know that”, the second he sees fear in your eyes he’d sigh giving you a sympathetic look, his thumb gently caressing the bruise forming on your forearm, “it’s okay, you were just confused” he’d say as one of his hands let go of you and moved up to your face to caressing your cheek.

when you wouldn’t budge, pushing him off of you he’d just become frustrated, but still trying to keep it under control as to not scare you, “baby, why are you acting like this? you know i love you right?” he’d say taking a step closer, his voice sounding hurt, “don’t you love me?” he asked as you took a step back, “i don’t know..” you’d look him in the eye, seeing tears form in his, “your behavior against others- your behavior in general, it scares me-“ you ramble, taking a sharp breath in as you see his hand rise to yours, “you scare me..” taking another step back, and then he stopped, frozen in place.

how could you be scared of him? he was so careful to not show you his dark side, he never hurt anyone in front of you (that he knew of), he was so good, the perfect boyfriend, he did all the right things! he drove you wherever you wanted, bought (stole) you gifts, took you out on dates, didn’t push you into being intimate with him since you didn’t feel comfortable yet, he kept an eye on you, keeping you safe! how could you be afraid of him…?

the shock of it made him not even notice that you’ve already left until you were already gone, he’d yell out after you, looking around before getting into his car as the rage grew inside him, you couldn’t just leave him, he had to get you back, no matter what.

he came knocking down your door late at night when your parents wouldn’t open it for him, it was probably their fault anyways that you wanted to breakup with him, poisoning your mind against him so they can keep you to themselves (or at least that’s what he tells himself to avoid looking into himself), he had brought some guys he knew; to keep your parents “occupied” while he went to your room, surprisingly you were still fast asleep, looking so peaceful as he sat on the edge of your bed, just watching you.

he’d wake you with a gentle kiss on your forehead, “it’s time to go” he whispered when he saw your eyes flutter open, “i know it wasn’t your fault baby, your parents are the issue, right? they poisoned you against me” he held you as he pushed your hair out of your face, cupping your face, softly shushing you as tears rolled down your cheeks, “hey- it’s not your fault, we’ll just leave and they’ll never get between us ever again, yeah?”, the fear in your heart making you nod, not wanting to upset him further in case if he decides to hurt you or your family.

he takes your hand and grabs your bag (that he’s already filled with your belongings), leading you out the bedroom door towards the exit, you see carnage, walls broken, furniture thrown about, broken glass and plates, and to your horror, blood, “what did you do?” you ask as you halt in place, looking at him in absolute horror, “nothing dear, i came just as a robbery had occurred, i rushed to you to make sure you were safe, don’t you believe me baby?” he’d speak as if you were naive, but you knew he was lying.

as he got you seated in his car and buckled up, you heard screaming from your home, but just for a second before he turned on the radio, dulling out the screams with songs, he’d lean over from his seat, placing a soft hand on your cheek, caressing you as he wiped away your tears, “you’re safe now, love”, pushing back you hair behind your ear “no ones gonna hurt your precious mind anymore”.

and so it is, you are sat with him in that car for hours on end, not speaking a word to him, slowly making yourself be at peace with the situation, as there’s nothing else you could do, you’re forever stuck being with him, and some nights you’ll dream of a life where you never went out with him on that first date.