DSaF Oneshots(?)

The Final shot of the day P.1

TW: Stalking + alcohol + Smoking + Cigarettes + Swearing

Davesport(?)

Jack drank his final shot of the day at the bar. Though, over the past few months, it's almost been like Dave has been following him...but every time he thought he saw the guy, he would run over to him, but he's gone. Must be Jack's mind playing tricks...
Jack sighed and thanked the barter.

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It was about 9PM. Pretty dark, only the light posts being the source of light during the night. Jack took out a cigarette and lit it to take a smoke. Relaxing...
While Jack was doing so he noticed that the atmosphere around him had changed. It was scary, dark. Like someone was following him...
Someone like the Aubergine man himself...
"..Christ..." muttered Jack. He knew the guy had stalked him for some time after and before that day Dave randomly appeared in Jack's own room. But right now? Gee...
I don't even want to look behind me Jack thought to himself, continuing to walk on through the neighbourhood.
...
It felt like the man was right behind him, breathing down Jack's neck.
Jack suddenly dropped the cigarette and took a run for it.
'Don't look back don't look back don't look back' were the words repeated in his head.
Either Dave was fast or Jack ran in slow-mo cause within seconds he felt someone pull him back to their original position.
Jack stood still, too scared to even move as he felt the man's hands wrap around his body from behind.
"Well hello there, old sport~" Dave cooed while gripping the smaller orange man tightly.
Jack didn't respond, only small whimpers and shakes came through out his body.
Dave laughed, a sinister laugh while picking up the frightened man.
"Lets go home, Sportsy."
Jack's thoughts raced through his mind as Dave carried him along to the tangerines man own house.
'Let's go home?! Since when the fuck was that his home? Why can't I move? Why am I allowing this? Why didn't I say anything?!??! WHY DOES MY FACE FEEL LIKE A FUCKING HEATER?!?!?!' Were the main thoughts passing through.
Dave must've noticed how warm Jack was and smiled.
"Embarrassed?" He asked, so casually yet so teasing.
No words came out of Jack's mouth still.
This silence between them both continued on until they reached a house. Jack's house thank god...

"We are home, old sport!" Exclaimed Dave with cheerfulness at such a time.
Could Jack speak yet? He felt like his mouth had been stitched closed by fear.
"Old Sport, where do ya keep your keys?" Dave asked.
Still no words were even muttered out.
Dave smiled hesitantly and put down the petrified man.
"Lift up your arms." Dave commanded.
Jack took a deep breath in and lifted up his arms as Dave chuckled and muttered something.
The taller man bent down and searched Jack's pockets around his waist and his face immediately heated up, though still remained silent.
"Ya didn't tell me where your keys are so," Dave dangled the keys he had found in front of Jack.
"I got 'em myself, old sport"
...
A small chuckle came from Dave as an answer from Jack's silence as he unlocked the door to the tangerine coloured being.

Why was Jack even letting Dave into his house? Even him himself did not know. All he knew is that he'll have to let Dave in or the possibility of that being a wrong move will increase.

Dave immediately went to Jack's kitchen as if it was his own house. Before reaching to the cupboards above, near where he kept the cups, Dave paused.
"Hey..old sport...where do ya keep the cups?" He asked casually.
There was no need for him to ask since Jack already knew long ago that he has probably broken into his house multiple times.
"You know where they are Dave."
Dave for once smiled while showing all his glistening teeth (How does he keep them so clean?!-) and chuckled lightly.
"You are quite right, are you not, old sport?" Dave replied to Jack, seeming quite gleeful about Jack knowing of such a thing.
No response came out of Jack as Dave continued to grab what he needed from the cabinets.

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Jack took a sip from the newly poured red wine Dave had given him.

"So...why are you following me?" questioned Jack, feeling as if he was leading an interrogation.
"No reason." Dave responded with, finishing off his first shot already.
Jack suddenly slammed the table and stood up, making Dave jump up and then sit back down yet again.
"No. There is a reason. Tell me it." Jack told Dave sternly.
Suddenly the purple man laughed.
Was he laughing at Jack..?
It took a few seconds for him to stop laughing.
"Hhaha....god, why are you so cute..." Dave chuckled while catching his breath.
Jack felt warmth come to his cheeks as he deeply breathed in.
"I know you're obsessed with me Dave."
Dave's smile suddenly grew wide.
"Oh....where did you hear that, old sport?" Dave asked.
No answer came from Jack as he sighed and looked to the side.
This silence stood there till Dave got up.
"Where are you going, Dave?" The orange man asked while taking another sip from his cup.
Dave did not reply and left the room with a mutter.