"Can you at least listen to that with headphones on? I'm trying to study." Your roommate, Davey Jacobs called from his room.
"I'm in my room, I can do what I want." You called back but still grabbed your headphones, untangling them and plugging them into your phone.
Tapping your foot along to the beat of the music, you reached to the floor, grabbing your laptop and going into Tumblr. You smiled when you saw a little notification in the smiley face chat box.
twisteddavid: Hey babe! Got anything fun going today?
iver-monkeys: just fighting with my roommate, the usual. you?
You and David had been mutuals on Tumblr for as long as you could remember and one day, he posted something about how annoying his roommate was and you messaged him. You both stayed up that night, exchanging stories about your horrid roommates.
twisteddavid: Might go out tonight, there's a campus party. Would I see you there? Wouldn't mind having you on my arm ;)
iver-monkeys: that's funny a real funny joke, david.
Along with having horrible roommates, you and David had figured out that you guys went to the same college. You knew his name was David, he was into rock music, and he liked to reblog some kinky stuff that sometimes left you flustered. All David knew about you was from your blog: you liked indie music and really enjoyed reading. He didn't even know your name.
twisteddavid: C'mon! Aren't you a little curious about who I am? Because I'm very curious about you. Wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.
You felt a pink blush spread across your neck and cheeks.
iver-monkeys: of course i'm curious. i'm just nervous. i'm probably not what your expect.
twisteddavid: You're everything I'd want and more. Please come to the party. It's at Fenton hall.
iver-monkeys: i'm sorry, i can't.
You felt bad, you wanted to meet David, badly. But there was something about the anonymity that was stopping you. It made you feel safe, protected. He had all your secrets but no face to put them to. You knew things about him he hadn't told anyone else and if you were actually to put a face to those secrets, it'd be like your two worlds were colliding together.
twisteddavid: Do you want to meet up before the party?
"(Y/N), I'm going to the library. It's your night for dinner. I'll be back later." You looked up from you laptop and made eye contact with Davey.
"Yeah because studying at home is so horrible." You rolled your eyes, throwing a small pillow at Davey. "Don't let the door hit you on your way out."
Davey sighed, shoving another book in his messenger bag. "Just please, don't burn down our apartment when I'm gone."
He closed the door to your room and you looked down at your message from David that had still gone unanswered.
iver-monkeys: when and where?
You felt your heartbeat increase as you sent the message. What if David saw you and left?
twisteddavid: I'm heading to the Starbucks in the Domain food court right now. It looks empty.
You read that message and found yourself scrambling to your closet, trying to find something more presentable to wear than a black zip up hoodie and some grey sweatpants. Settling on a black tee shirt with a blue sweater over it and some black jeans, you quickly typed out a response to David.
iver-monkeys: don't move, i'm on my way.
Your heart was pounding harder than you thought it ever had before. Every step you were taking to the Domain food court brought you closer to the boy that you spent every waking minute talking to. The boy who wedged his way into your heart even though you didn't even know what he looked like.
You could see the Starbucks now. There were two boys in there, one sitting down in a comfy chair, emerged in his book and another one standing and waiting for his coffee, headphones in his ears.
iver-monkeys: there's two people there. which one are you? i'm outside.
You saw the boy with headphones take out his phone and type a response and you felt your heart twinge when you realized it was probably David. Looking down at your phone there was no response. Maybe his data connection was bad?
The boy with the headphones grabbed his coffee and started to head outside. As he passed you with a quick glance in your direction, you snuck a peak at his coffee cup. The name on there said Race, not David.
So your David had to be the one on the couch, reading. You walked in and the boy looked up, looking at you confusedly. "(Y/N)?"
"Oh, Davey. Hey." Why was he here? "I thought you were going to the library."
Davey rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, gesturing to his coffee. "I wanted some coffee first." You nodded, looking around the store for another boy. He wouldn't stand you up.
"I'm gonna head to the bathroom, I'll be right back." Walking into the bathroom, you took a deep breath. David was nowhere to be seen. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket. There was a new message from David from a minute ago.
twisteddavid: You here yet babe? Can't wait to meet you. I'm sitting in a chair in the main area.
Okay, he's here. Maybe he just went to the bathroom when you came in. Splashing some cold water on your face to help you calm down, you walked out, only coming face to face with Davey again.
iver-monkeys: i'm literally standing in the main area and all i see is my stupid roommate.
You could hear Davey's phone buzz from where you were standing right when you sent that message. He pulled out his phone, read whatever was on his screen and stood up, walking over to you. "This was you? This whole time, the person I've been talking to was you, (Y/N)?"
Davey looked mad. Hell, you were mad too. "You lied to me! You said your name was David and you liked rock music and-"
"You really think you know me? My real name is David, Davey's a nickname. How should you know what type of music I listen to? Not like you ever tried to like me."
You felt tears threaten to spill, and you looked at Davey. "I gave my heart to David and finding out it's you is like being lied to. You lied to me."
"I never lied, (Y/N)! You knew my name, I knew nothing about you except the bands you like. And a lot of people like indie music so I thought-" Davey broke off, angrily swiping a tear off his cheek. "I thought it was just a coincidence that you liked indie music too."
Tears were falling freely down both of your faces. You could just picture how the two of you looked right now, Angry stances, crying, but so much love still in each other's eyes.
You looked up at Davey, wiping away tears so you could see him. "What's gonna happen now? I love-" you broke off, another sob coming out of nowhere.
Davey didn't know how to react. So he did the only thing he thought of. Davey lightly grabbed your chin, looking at you before doing the next thing. Davey placed his lips lightly on yours.
It wasn't a pretty kiss. You had been crying, your lips were chapped and he could taste the saltiness of the tears. This was Davey's first kiss, he didn't know what to do and you weren't exactly very responsive in all of this.
Davey pulled away, brushing his thumb against his lower lip. "I-I-I should go. I'll see you later at the apartment I guess."
He waited a few moments before giving up hope that you'd say anything. Turning and grabbing his bag, he felt you grab his forearm, making him turn back to you.
And then your lips were on his. This time, you were the one in control. It was a rough kiss, full of anger and possibly hatred but definitely love and passion. Davey dropped his bag to the floor, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the other hand knotting itself into your hair.
Pulling away, you looked up at Davey shyly. "Can I walk home with you?"
Davey smiled, grabbing his bag once more, holding his arm out for you to take. "I've never heard you call the apartment home before."
You shrugged. "I always thought wherever David was, that would be home. I guess it took me too long to realize that I've been home all along."
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You were sitting squished in between Albert and Race on the dingy green couch that resided in the living room of your apartment. Sending a desperate glance at Davey, he shrugged, silently apologizing with his eyes. You and Davey were going to have a night in, watch some Netflix, and order some Chinese food. But when Davey got a call from Jack asking what he was doing, your boyfriend panicked, inviting over his best friend and in turn, resulted in Jack letting Albert and Race tag along.
It's not that you and Davey were ashamed of your relationship, far from it actually. It was just easier to let the boys figure it out on their own without making it into a big deal. So here you were, sitting between Race and Albert with Davey on a loveseat next to Jack. Shooting another look at Davey, you silently got up, heading to the bathroom.
Once you left the room, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you pulled it out.
twisteddavid mentioned you in a post
Unlocking your phone, it brought you to the post that Davey tagged you in. It was a text post that left your face flushed.
hearing someone moan your name and writhe beneath you is the only reason to be alive
From the other room, you heard someone squeal and you quickly washed your hands, walking back in the room to find Jack and Albert huddled around Race's phone. Deciding now was a good moment, you sat next to Davey and set your hand on his thigh, particularly close to a part of him that would have him moaning your name.
"What are they freaking out about?" Davey covered your hand with his, moving the intertwined hands slightly farther down his thigh.
"Apparently, we have quite a fanbase on Tumblr." Davey was smirking, looking at his three friends still looking intently at Race's phone. "Hey Race," Race looked up at Davey. "Wanna fill in (Y/N) about what you guys are freaking out about?"
Race walked over to you, successfully wedging himself in between you and Davey. "So you know the app Tumblr?" You nodded, biting your lip. "Well, I've been following these two people for months now and at the beginning they were just mutuals, that means they both follow one another, but then, they started becoming friends and a bunch of their followers have like started to ship them. But like recently, we're all starting to speculate that they're dating because one of them, twisteddavid, keeps tagging the other, iver-monkeys, in really sexual stuff. Like stuff that isn't what just friends tag each other in."
Race held up his phone for you to look at and right there was the post that your boyfriend just tagged you in. You cast a look at Davey, who was trying desperately not to laugh, and you nodded your head slowly, making eye contact with Race. "So you're shipping two people who probably don't even know each other."
"To be fair, it is kinda intriguing." Jack called from the other couch, his head buried in a pillow placed on Albert's lap.
Shaking your head, you stood up, brushing down your shirt slightly when you noticed Davey staring at the patch of bare skin that was showing because your shirt rose up. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm exhausted. Goodnight, boys."
You headed to your room, going to close the door but a foot stopped you. You opened the door and before you could say anything, Davey's hands were grazing your hips and his lips were attached to yours. "Goodnight, darling."
Davey brought a hand up to brush his thumb against your tinged pink cheeks and you grabbed his hand, lightly kissing his palm. "Are you coming in tonight?"
Since you figured out who twisteddavid really was, you and Davey have been getting along great and it's been almost a nightly tradition that when Davey was ready to go to bed (he likes staying up late and studying), he would crawl under your covers and wrap his arms around you whether you were awake or not; both of you found that since he started sleeping in your bed, you've both have been sleeping a lot better.
Davey bit his lip nervously, looking over his shoulder before leaning down to press another quick kiss to your lips. "I'll see what I can do, Jack might stay over and if that happens, I'll probably give him my bed."
You nodded your head, detaching yourself from his grip. "Have fun with the boys,"
Davey sent you one last smile before exiting your room and closing your door. You crawled in your bed and clicked on Tumblr, an idea starting to form in your head. You bit your lip, going into the accounts that Davey was following, you clicked on one you know he'd get flustered from, and you started tagging him in posts.
I think about you moaning my name a lot
not to be nsfw or anything but if we're cuddling and you push your ass against me, I'm not gonna be sleeping anytime soon and neither are you.
You could hear Race's phone going off like crazy and you giggled to yourself, it was going off because you were reblogging things and because Davey was getting tagged in those reblogs. Race was invested in this relationship he's been following.
"Davey what's the matter?" Jack's voice brought you back to reality and you could just picture your boyfriend, sitting on his hands, his neck and cheeks flushed a bright red, and he was doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with everyone.
"N-nothing, I've gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be back." A few moments later, your door was being opened and then closed again, Davey coming over and hovering over you, his hands placed on the bed on either side of your face. "You think its funny? Tagging me in things you know will get me excited?"
You giggled, putting your right hand on the back of his neck, guiding his lips to yours. "It was a little funny." Davey let a low growl rip through his throat and he connected your lips feverently. You pushed him back slightly. "Y'know what would be funny?"
"Really? You're trying to talk now?" Davey's lips where ghosting across your neck and you had to struggle to push him away again.
"We should each post a picture of us together on our blogs and basically just say 'hey, we're dating!' Race would probably lose his shit." Davey pressed another kiss to your lips before rolling off of you, pulling out his phone.
"That would be pretty funny," He agreed, opening Tumblr and pressing the new post button. You did the same, both of you agreeing that it'd be funny to post it at exactly the same time.
Not two seconds after you both posted the pictures, you heard Race's phone ding from the next room. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Race, Albert, and Jack pushed their way into your room, Race holding his phone up with Your post clearly visible. "You wanna tell us somethin?"
You looked at Davey before shrugging. "Nah,"
Albert sent Davey an exasperated look. "So this entire time, Race was investing his free time stalking your love life?"
You giggled and Race glared at you, sitting down on the bed next to you and Davey. "So I was right though? You guys, twisteddavid and iver-monkeys are actually dating?" Davey nodded his head and Race fist pumped into the air. "So how'd it happen? Did you guys know it was the other person the whole time?"
Davey shook his head clearing his throat. "No, we figured it out about two weeks ago. We were actually trying to have a night in by ourselves tonight but-"
"Say no more," Jack interjected, grabbing Albert and Race by their wrists. "We'll get out of your way. Have fun, but be safe!"
Jack waggled his eyebrows at Davey and Davey wanted to shrink into your mattress, opting to bury his face in your neck instead.
"I didn't know Davey was so kinky," you heard Albert mention to his two friends on their way out the door, making Davey shrink into himself even more.
Once the front door closed, you brought Davey's head back up and kissed him. "So where were we before we were interrupted?"
Davey grinned, pushing you back down on the bed and covered your lips with his own, happy to stay up doing things other than studying.