cute boy imagines (multifandom)

whipped (david dobrik)

imagine: david being protective over you when people are trying to use you as clickbait and put you in their vlogs

"And subscribe to see more things from me and all my friends, like (y/n) over here," Zane started, walking over to you.

You were at David's house, just sitting on the couch doing some internet surfing on your laptop. You heard your name called and looked up confusedly, before seeing Zane coming towards you with a camera, and shut your laptop quickly.

"Uh, uh, uh," Zane uttered at you, "what were you looking at baby? You shut that laptop real quick."

"Nothing..." you drawled, your cheeks starting to flush. It wasn't anything though... except maybe a little bit of non-PG tumblr.

David was sitting on the other side of the couch, watching the situation unfold. His eyes flicked between your uncomfortable grimace, to Zane's wild smile, and his temperature rose by the second.

"Nothing? Is that a new porn catagory?" Zane laughed, shaking his camera.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, before Zane stole your laptop and ran to the kitchen.

"Zane!" you grunted, standing up to chase him.

Before you could, David placed a hand in front of you. "Stay here."

You smiled suspiciously at him, slowly sitting back down on the couch. You couldn't hear what was going on in the kitchen, but you knew that was probably a good thing.

"Zane!" David called after him, who still had your laptop in hand.

"What, David?" he grunted, turning his camera off.

"Delete that stuff of (y/n), and give me her laptop."

"Why baby? This is good content," he justified, backing away from David.

"Because I said so, I don't want her on your vlogs like that."

"Oh, so you can use her for clickbait but I can't?"

David sighed, shaking his head. "I don't use her for clickbait. I just don't want her so out there yet, and definitely not with that impression," he said, laughing slightly at the end.

Zane nodded, pursing his lips into a smile. He gathered David had some sort of feelings for (y/n) now. "You are whipped for her, David."

"What?" he stuttered, "No, I'm not. I just don't want her to be—"

"You don't need to tell me, baby," Zane said, handing David the laptop, "you need to tell her."

Slowly, David backed out of the kitchen and over to you sitting absent-mindedly on couch.

"Don't mind Zane. He's just desperate for views," he said, passing you your laptop.

"Thanks for that, and it's fine," you giggled, "that's the aim of the game."

David nodded, and sat down next to you. He was silent, which was a rarity, and he kept opening his mouth and closing it, as if he was hesitating to say something.

"Are you alright?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Did you wanna go see a movie or something?" he asked, awkwardly.

A smile spread across your face, "Now?"