#bad boy matteo and hot jock david

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I had A little idea. What about hj David getting in a fight because someone talks disgustingly about bb Matteo. And Matteo is so pissed at him, because he doesn't want David to get hurt and also he thinks he really is not worth it?

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

David punches a guy in the mouth with a wicked right hook halfway through the game and on the guy’s way down, the refs all hold up a red card, blaring their whistling and waving their arms, and kick David out.  He doesn’t even look disappointed is the thing, though the rest of the team does. He just looks mad, and Matteo only feels confused where he’s sitting up in the stands. David starts to walk away when the guy he decked stands up and starts screaming something at him, and David turns around ready to march right back at him, looking like he was ready to get another hit in, only to be held back by one of his teammates and pushed off the field. 

“What the hell’s going on?” Matteo asked one of the guys by the fence after he rushed down to the field, watching as David was shaking his head and blowing off all the teammates surrounding him and asking for answers. 

“I don’t know,” the guy says, shaking his head and looking to where the coach was yelling at David, throwing his arm out towards the field and pointing back down to his clipboard with his fat fingers. David stood there, his face red and his fists clenched as he throws something back to the coach before storming off the field. 

“David!” Matteo calls out and follows after him into the locker rooms. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he says and rips off his jersey to pulls his sweatshirt over his head, not looking over at Matteo at all. He slams his locker shut and grabs his bag to throw his jersey in before hoisting it onto his shoulder, ready to bolt. 

“What the hell happened?”

“Nothing,” David says, pulling his hood over his head to hide his face away, though Matteo could tell he was pissed, that he was holding something in . “I just want to get out of here.” 

Matteo blocks David’s path from going on another crusade and storming away, putting a hand on his shoulder but David steps back, clenching his bag strap until his knuckles were white. “Nothing? You usually don’t go around punching people for talking shit about you.”

“He wasn’t saying anything about me,” David spits out, the words tumbling out of his mouth even though his face looked like he regretted it, like he wanted to catch them and shove them back in, start the conversation over. 

“Then- I mean, who was he talking about?” Matteo asks confused, not knowing where this was going, not knowing what he was getting himself into but not liking the way David looked like he was stuck in between feeling like hell and raising it some more. 

“Just drop it,” David says after a beat and tries to brush past him. 

“Just talk to me, David,” Matteo shoots back, pleading with him, pleading for some answers and trying to reach out again only for David to lean back.

“He was saying shit about you, okay?” David says and throws his arms out. “So I punched him. Can I leave now? Jesus.” He pushes past Matteo, who’s back hits the lockers with the clang, and Matteo watches him leave, watches him go and wishes he didn’t, still feeling a little bit confused. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matteo says, going after him once he gathers himself enough to put all the pieces together. He grabs onto the fabric by David’s elbow so he would have to turn and face him. “You socked a guy because he said something- what, mean about me?” 

“It was a little worse than mean, Matteo,” David said with a huff, already over this conversation before it even started. “I wasn’t going to just stand there and let him talk that shit about you.” 

“So you punched him?” 

“He was talking about like you like you were less than dirt,” David argues, getting up into Matteo’s face who felt his own heckles raise up with it. “I told him to shut the fuck up, and he didn’t. I told him again, and he said what are you gonna do about it. So I showed him.” 

“You can’t be doing that kind of stuff, David. It’s not fucking worth it,” Matteo argues back. 

“Excuse me?” David asks, wrenching himself away and staring at Matteo like he was just slapped in the face. “What do you mean not worth it? You didn’t even hear what he was saying about you-” 

“And it doesn’t matter,” Matteo interrupts. “I don’t care what he said. You can’t be getting into fights over something- stupid. You could get kicked out of school-” 

“I won’t.” 

“But you could! Getting into fights- you cant get kicked off the team-” 

“I don’t care, Matteo!” 

“But I do! I told you it’s not-” 

“You better not finish that sentence,” David hisses through his gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he points towards Matteo with his hand shaking. “Don’t you fucking dare tell me that you aren’t worth it.” 

Matteo squares his shoulders. “I’m not,” he says, and David drops his hand, leaning back and shaking his head. “You shouldn’t be fighting over something stupid.” 

David looks off to the side before looking back at Matteo with something stony in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to stand on that field and listen to some guy talk shit about the guy that I love, and I’m not going to do it now either.” 

David turns around and walks away. Matteo doesn’t go after him. 

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How do you think your AUs celebrated their anniversaries?? (My favorite is hot jock David 😍 but some of the bad boys would be a lovely bonus 🥰)

bad boy david

matteo takes david to the pretentious movie theater he likes, the one that prides itself on being old and crumbling and possibly riddled with some ghosts where the tickets are cheap but the seats are right up against their knees. they’re seeing something old, something that david appreciates more than matteo ever could, but the way that david smiles and holds his hand through the whole thing makes matteo feel a little dreamy with the old soundtrack in the background. david and him go out for sweets after, and they end up eating them in the park, smiling and laughing and knocking knees. they spend the night at david’s place. laura is conveniently out. and they listen to music as they stare at each other a little too long. 

bad boy matteo

they watch the sunset on the fire escape, sharing a joint and laughing about how this wasn’t very romantic at all, but they both felt like maybe it was, at least for them, telling stories, and laughing about dumb movies, and bumping fingers as they passed the joint between them. and god, did matteo look beautiful with an orange glow around his face, happy and smiling and looking at david like he was the best thing to happen to him in a long time, and david shined in the pink hue of the sky in a way that matteo could only think as being cinematic. they eat leftovers from a party laura had the week before later that night with all the lights out, still giggling at each other, and hushing each other because laura was sleeping but they were throwing fruits into each other mouths and laughing when they missed. 

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

david takes matteo out to that diner they went to back on what he says was their first date, and matteo doesn’t know if he agrees with that, but they’re hooking ankles under the table and sharing a plate of french fries. so he didn’t really care when they’re first date was. and they split a milkshake, smiling at each other like they were teenagers in love. and they walk out to the football field and play a game that really was no competition, but david was letting matteo score when he really didn’t need to. and matteo leaned in close, pointed up to the sky at the skies, pointing out a constellation he has a hundred times already, and kisses david’s cheek when the twinkling is too bright in his eyes for matteo to handle. david kisses him back.  

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OH MY GOD PLEASE PLEASE DO A SECOND FIC TO THE HJ DAVID AND BB MATTEO WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT IT AND STUFF AND HURT/COMFORT PLSSSSSS Sorry if that was aggressive that fic was so good and I'm dying for some david telling Matteo he's not worthless

so like 6 other people asked for this so here is a part 2 :)

part one +  bad boy matteo + hot jock david

“Are you going to talk to me?” Matteo asks, cocking an eyebrow up as he watches David lean against the door frame with his arms crossed and his hood low over his face. “Or are you going to ignore me some more?” 

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” David argues with a little bit of a huff in his voice, even though they both knew that he was lying, that he hadn’t answered Matteo’s texts or calls for a day now. 

“So we’re still fighting then?” Matteo sighs and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. “Great,” he adds on sarcastically, just a mutter to himself really, feeling like his wrists had rocks in them filled with his disappointment. 

“I’m not apologizing to anyone,” David says suddenly, still firm against against the door looking at Matteo with a fire in his eyes and a stony bite to his jaw like Matteo wouldn’t believe him, which of course he did, always would, too. “And I don’t give a shit if I get kicked off the team or whatever for giving that guy what he deserved. So if all you have to say is some bullshit about how I should care more- Or, if you’re about to say that aren’t worth it, then I don’t want to hear.” 

Matteo stares at him for a second with a flat look, running his thumbnail over his knuckles inside his pockets and wishing that he had a cigarette to keep his hands busy. David looks at him right back, clenching his jaw every couple of seconds like he was holding back some more comments he wanted to make. 

“Are you gonna let me in or not then?” Matteo asks. 

“Depends,” David shrugs. “Are we talking or fighting?” 

“Talking,” Matteo responds, and David moves back from the door far enough to throw his arm behind him in a greeting that wasn’t too inviting, and Matteo had to remind himself that they weren’t fighting. Or that they were at least trying not to right now. Matteo walks into the apartment and throws a tight smile to where Laura was standing in the kitchen, pretending like she wasn’t eavesdropping, but the way that she was rubbing a finger over the counter like she was checking for dust gave her away easily enough. 

Matteo walks into David’s room and takes off his shoes, pushing them up against he wall like he always does, and goes to climb out of David’s window and onto the fire escape to light a cigarette to try and calm the jittery feeling that was growing in his gut. David follows after him and leans back against the railing to stare at the reflection of his window. Matteo takes a drag and digs his elbows into the steel. 

“It pisses me off when people talk shit about my boyfriend,” David says after a while, after the moment was drawing on longer than was comfortable for a boy who was used to filling the silence or getting it filled, and Matteo can’t help but snort at that. 

“I noticed,” he says when David looks at him out of the corner of his eye like he was telling him to be serious. 

David sighs then and turns around to lean against the railing next to Matteo and look down at the street, bumping their shoulders together in what feels like some sort of compromise. “That guy,” he says and grates his teeth with it. “He doesn’t even fucking know you. Hardly even knew your name, and I knew he was baiting me because half of the stuff he was saying didn’t even really make sense. But it was just making me so mad anyways. And I was still angry when you tried to talk to me, and I snapped. I shouldn’t have.” 

“Thought you said you weren’t apologizing,” Matteo mumbled around the cigarette half dangling out of his mouth. 

David laughs through his nose and knocked Matteo’s elbow. “You’ve always been the exception,” he says with a sad sort of smile that makes Matteo look away and tap the cigarette on the railing. David’s shoulders deflate, and he leans into Matteo’s side a little bit heavier. “It’s feels pretty shitty when you talk bad about yourself,” he mutters and grips onto the railing hard enough for his knuckles to go white. 

“I just,” he sighs. “I don’t know- Something cliche like, I just wish you saw yourself how I did, just so you would know how cool you are.” 

Matteo takes a drag, and David shakes his head. 

“And I feel like no matter what I do, you’re just- you’re never going to believe me, and that just eats me up, Teo,” David says with heartbreak cracking his voice. Matteo turns to him, if only enough to look at him better, and David keeps looking down at the street. “It just- it sucks when someone you love so much beats themselves up about things that- things that don’t even matter.”

Matteo stubs the cigarette out, feeling like it was his cue to say something, or at least try if David was putting his heart on his sleeve the best he could. “I’m still getting used to it,” he mumbles, waving his hand in the air in front of him to see if it would give the words to him, the right ones, the ones that always seem too far out of his reach whenever these conversations get a little too hairy. 

“To what?” 

“Someone caring,” Matteo tries, and he can see David gear up to correct him. “Or at least being someone else’s number one. It’s just been -I don’t know- weird to get used to is all, knowing that you’ll punch someone for me.” 

“Well, you’ve got plenty of time to get used to it,” David says and runs his knuckles up the side of Matteo’s arm. 

“Oh, do I?” Matteo asks, feeling relieved about something but not being able to place it quite right. 

David hums and wraps his fingers into Matteo’s sleeve. “I don’t plan on going anywhere.” 

Matteo laughs, light and airy, and shakes his head, and they stand there for a little while longer, watching some birds sitting on the power lines flock together all on one side before shuffling around when a new one joins in. “Is this the part where we hug?” Matteo asks. 

“Yeah,” David says with a snort. “This is when we hug.” 

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Could we get another fluffy piece of hj! David and bb!Matteo?

hmmm don’t know if this counts as pure fluff but this is an idea i’ve had all day

based on this post +  bad boy matteo + hot jock david

David threw his front door open with a little bit too much force, making his wrist pop when he went to go catch it before it slammed into the wall, and he scrunched up his face in a way to cover up his little mistake. Matteo was walking up the stairs, and David couldn’t help but smile when he saw him coming towards, feeling a little giddy with seeing him after a few days away and happy to have him close again, close enough to reach out and touch, make sure he was real, that he wouldn’t just wisp away like a puff of smoke. 

But when David got a closer look, his heart sunk into the pit of his stomach with worry scratching around his insides. Matteo looked tired- no, not tired. He looked exhausted, sunken in with the shadows in his face making him look like he hadn’t slept in a week, maybe longer. His skin was paler than David thinks he remembers, a little blue with the weather, and his hair was sticking to his forehead with a shine that looked unhealthy. And the whole scene was making David want to push an apple into his palm and wrap him up on a blanket to rest somewhere that David could watch over him for a while, get him whatever he wanted. 

“Hey, Teo,” he greets quietly, forcing a smile to crook up the corners of his mouth in attempts to do something. He didn’t really know what. He didn’t know if a fake smile would make Matteo feel better or if it would just set him off, make him think he was being handled like a fire about to be doused with gasoline, like he was ready to blow. 

It didn’t matter though because Matteo hardly even looked up at him, only flicked his eyes up, quick and darty, practically looking through him before he looked back down at the tops of his shoes. He clenched his jaw, and David wanted to dig his thumbs into the notches in his shoulders to see if he could relieve some of the pressure or maybe take some of the weight he always carried around on his back and over his head, even though he knew he probably couldn’t. 

“You alright, babe?” He asks in the same small voice and pulls Matteo close by the ribs so he can collapse into chest and deflate just a little bit more. David hums, and Matteo makes some sort of noise back. “Can I help?”

“I’m okay,” Matteo said, his voice flat in a way that made David pull him closer at the same time it made him think of unstruck matches and sticks of dynamite that were sitting too close to a flame. 

David kisses the side of Matteo’s cheek. “Come take a bath with me,” he says when he’s really just asking. “Might help,” he adds when the beat stretches on for a second too long. 

“Okay,” Matteo says after another, and David pulls him down the hallway after him with their fingers dangled loosely together, afraid to grip too tight but too selfish to even think about letting go. 

David starts the water, picks a temperature that won’t feel scalding when their knees bump together and when David starts paying too much attention to the way that Matteo looks when his skin is wet, and then digs around the cabinet to find where Laura had stashed some bath salts one time. He finds them behind some old towels with holes around the edges, and they looks like they’ve only ever been used once. He adds a generous amount into the water, filling the room with a soft smell, like lavender and clean laundry and the promise of a good morning with a golden and pink sunrise, and they turn the water just a bit purple. 

Matteo’s standing in the doorway, pulling at the hem of his shirt as he watches David stick his fingers in the water again to make sure the temperature is still okay, and David wants to frown a little bit at the way his face looks a little longer than usual, a little like he wants to fall right out of his own skin, right onto the floor where he’ll just be a pile of bones. David walks up to him, abandoning his post at the tub for a moment, and runs his fingers over Matteo’s waist. 

“Still okay?” David asks, and Matteo nods, looking at the water and gripping onto David’s wrist in a way that burned. “Take off your shoes?” 

David steps back long enough to turn the water off and pull his shirt over his head, letting the cold settle into his shoulders. “Can I?” He asks and pulls at the fabric of Matteo’s shirt. 

“Yeah,” Matteo mutters and looks somewhere over David’s shoulder. David pulls him further into the bathroom to close the door behind them, to shut the world out for just a little bit, give some Matteo some space to breathe, and slips Matteo’s shirt off. He gets them both undressed, letting Matteo keep moving along like he has molasses running his veins and tell himself not to be worried about it, not to try and ask too many questions, pester Matteo into shutting down when all he has is a path paved with good intentions, when all he wants to do is try and help.

David climbs into the tub and helps Matteo in after without sloshing too much of the water onto the bathroom floor. Matteo melts into it after a second, after a beat where he sits with his back perfectly straight, trying to settle, but then the warmth must get to him. He sits back like all the the stress that was keeping him upright was seeping out his spine, sinking him in until his back is pressed David’s chest and his jaw is just above the water. David runs the pads of his fingers up and down his arms, under the water to press his sides, into his shoulders where the muscle is still in tight knots to keep himself busy, to keep himself feeling like he was doing something productive, something that helped. 

“Can I wash your hair?” David asks into the space above Matteo’s ear, feeling a bit like he was suffocating in the heat of this moment, like he was standing in the middle of a campfire of his own making but not feeling the sting of a burn. 

“Why?” Matteo asks with a little bit of a scoff in his voice and grips at David’s knees with his nails digging into the skin, and oh, David thinks, there’s the sting. 

He bumps his chin into Matteo’s temple and runs his fingers through Matteo’s hair. “It’ll help you relax,” David says, and Matteo turns his head to the side with one of his eyes cracked open like he was suspicious, like he thought this was a ploy, like maybe David would go through all of this effort just to turn back in the end, make the bags under his eyes a bit heavier with some more disappointment to add to it. David tilts Matteo’s face more to kiss his temple as sweet as he can manage. “Lemme take care of you, baby.” 

Matteo closes his eyes and sighs. “Yeah, okay,” he says after a beat with all the fight drained out of him and knocks his head back onto David’s shoulder. He falls asleep before David even has a chance to wash the shampoo out, and David tries to keep it that way until the water has run cold and David can put him in bed.

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Does Matteo skateboard?! That’s surprisingly hot! I feel like David would find him Skateboarding sexy too for some reason? Anyways I too am loving these mood boards!!

ok ok ok so originally i didn’t really see him as a skateboarder, but i posted this moodboard. and i only really added that picture because i needed something else orange to like finish off the set, but this has been sitting in my inbox for a while and i’ve been think about it also for a while. so i now have some thoughts.

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-when matteo is twelve, he spends hours at a time sitting on his front stoop, listening to his parents screaming at each other in the house about things that were over matteo’s head. jonas was gone, visiting family or something, and matteo didn’t have any other friends, not any that he could escape to right now. so he sat on the stoop. he sat. and he hummed, trying to drown out the crying and yelling behind him. sometimes he wondered if his parents even knew he was gone. 

-jonas comes back from his vacation and tells him that his cousin taught him how to skateboard out on some abandoned basketball courts near his cousin’s house that had weeks growing through the cracks and that he was going to teach matteo because it would be so sick if they both could do it. so they spent every day after school for practically a month scrapping their knees and banging their elbows as they shared to board and rolled down hills and tried to jump off stairs until they were both mildly decent at it. by the time the end of the summer rolled around, they even knew some tricks, some that they could land without falling every time, too. 

-jonas’ mom let’s him skateboard to school when they’re thirteen, and matteo walks beside him as quick as he can, thinking about how he could get his own board now that it was going to be way too hard to try and share jonas’. he asks his dad for some money, just enough to split the difference from what he already had saved. he didn’t need a perfect board, but he at least wanted a decent one. his dad bats him away and says that he’s busy. 

-matteo ends up taking a board from the local skate park that had been there for a few hours without anyone even looking at it. he convinces himself that it isn’t stealing if no one ever thought they lost it. it had a squeaky wheel in the front and a crack down the middle, and he could tell why someone had purposefully forgot it there. he couldn’t complain though. it got him where he needed to go, and he fell off of it just the same as a brand new one. 

-when jonas was fifteen, he gets a bike from his grandmother for his birthday and kind of forgets about skateboarding for a while, enough that keeping more than one board around seemed like it was just a waste. he gives matteo his best one, and matteo customizes it to fit him perfectly. 

-they still ride together every once and while. they go to the park and try to outdo each other with tricks, laughing and joking and splitting a joint that they probably shouldn’t really be sharing in public if they actually cared about that, but since matteo was the only one that still ever rode with some sort of frequency, he smoked jonas out the water every time. 

-matteo goes to college, barely, and doesn’t forget about skating but finds himself too busy to bother with it too much. he didn’t want to carry it around in buildings and didn’t like storing it during classes. he didn’t want to leave it outside when he was in at parties just in case some kid that was too like himself got any bright ideas and tried to nab it when he was under any influences. so it sometimes collected dust in his room or acted as a convenient book shelf when he needed it to.

-when the world gets a little too loud and the walls feel like they’re creeping closer and closer, he rides down the street at night and listens to the way that wheels sound on the pavement just because the wind on his face makes him feel something a little different for a change. 

-it doesn’t come up a lot, that he can skateboard, that some people would say that he was actually good at it, so it wasn’t too surprising that he kind of just forgets to mention it, that it slips his mind as something interesting about himself, that the way that he keeps his board under his bed so he doesn’t trip over it at night never gives him away. he doesn’t even notice that david has no idea until they’re well into their relationship, that they’ve been dating for months and david didn’t even have an inkling. 

-matteo was meeting him after a late practice, a night game with the team for spirit’s sake or something, and matteo was just itching to do something different for a change as he’s sitting in his apartment and watching the clock change minutes. he didn’t know what he needed to do to feel some sort of calm in his chest, but he knew it had to be something. the energy was just building up inside of him until he was practically vibrating with it, so he ducks out an hour before he’s supposed to meet david at the field and rides around the city, trying to go as fast as he possibly can, riding down railings, seeing how loud he could make his landings, how soft. it helps. it helps a lot, and he floats up to the field with a smile on his face feeling like he can breathe easily as david waves at him. 

-i didn’t know you could skate, david says once matteo is close enough. huh? matteo replies stupidly as he’s pushing the hair out of his face with his board tipped up in his hand. there was a geometric design on the bottom that hanna had painted for him when they were seventeen and both missing jonas when he was away for the summer. i didn’t know you skateboarded, david repeats and looks down to where matteo is toeing at one of the wheels. oh, uh, yeah, matteo says and shrugs. david grins at him and plaints a sloppy kiss onto his shoulder, know any tricks? 

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hey bagels! i love your davenzi au's - like, every single one of them. have been wondering about your bad boy universes and nightmares, though. how often they happen, what sort of nightmares, do they wake them up with a jolt and covered in cold sweat or just wake them up and leave them feeling awful or how it affects them, how one comforts the other when that happens... much to think about. would love to hear your thoughts! cheers

thoughts thoughts thoughts 

bad boy david

-matteo wakes up from nightmares like he’s falling. he sucks in a breath and flicks his head to the side as his hands reach out to grab something around him to keep himself from sinking further and further into whatever hole his mind was dragging him in. he dreams of empty train stations and abandoned theaters and wondering around the city for hours, screaming until his voice is raw for someone, anyone, to hear him. david is usually awake then, awake enough to grab his hand and kiss his shoulder and it makes matteo feel seen in a way that makes it okay to go back to sleep for a while. 

-david dreams of shouting and too many people and disappointed faces and being thrown into a cell and forgotten about. he blinks his eyes open and rubs at his face because it feels practically nightly at this point before he curls into matteo at his side and hugs him close enough to smother the worry away in his chest. he sometimes thinks that he has more bad dreams then good ones, sometimes thinks that he would rather get rid of all of his dreams all together. but then he has one or two of a boy with a quiet voice and a laugh that shakes his shoulders and crinkles his eyes and thinks that they might be worth it. 

bad boy matteo

-matteo has night terrors but only sometimes. he never remembers them but sometimes he mutters about yelling and running away and hospitals where the walls are a little too white and the lights just a little too bright when david finds him sitting under the window, lighting up a joint and staring at the sky with spacey eyes. he’s quiet about it though. he’s so quiet, and it worries david sometimes that matteo wakes up every night like this, wakes up shivering and shaking and sweating through the back of his t-shirt with a scream right behind his teeth although he never makes any noise, and david just never hears him, never even notices and sleeps right through them while matteo looks up at the sky for answers he won’t get. the next day, matteo walks around like a zombie with bags under his eyes the size of a story he’s not usually willing to tell and david sighs each time. 

-david doesn’t dream much and when he does, they’re always half dreams, feelings, images, things that don’t fit together in any way that make sense. half of the time he ends up guessing what the dream was about when anyone asks, a cat in a pirate costume, flying over the roofs of berlin, a hug when it’s a little too hot out. so when he gets a nightmare, when he gets a dream that shakes him to his core, it spooks him for the rest of the day, makes him jittery in a way that he can’t explain until matteo takes him up to the roof and they share a cigarette and david looks at the city beneath his feet for a while, making sure it hasn’t changed too much. 

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-matteo doesn’t get very many bad dreams, not ones that leave him screaming or shaking or wanting to check under the bed for something that’s lurking, but he does get sad dreams a lot, ones where his mother looks at him with sunken in eyes, or ones where he just watches the back of his father’s car drive away over and over and over again, or even ones where he’s standing on a football field, looking for someone he can’t remember but never being able to find them and feeling so incredibly lonely afterwards. he sometimes wakes up with tears streaming down his face but he just rubs them away and rolls over, tells himself it’s stupid and to go back to sleep. he usually doesn’t, and david looks after him worried all day when matteo stumbles over simple sentences, muttering out he was tired. 

-david dreams about being left behind, about being a square peg in a circle’s world. he doesn’t know how to describe the dreams sometimes, doesn’t like to call them nightmares because he doesn’t feel scared, not really, not in a way that’s physical. but deep down, they leave him a little petrified. he wakes up with a gasp and covers his eyes with his palms just to remind himself where he is before he turns to matteo to see if he’s still asleep. he usually is, unless their bad nights intersect somehow. and he lays there and watches him, knowing that he won’t be left behind by matteo, that he’s still here, and david traces the edges of his face with his knuckles until matteo mutters something half-awake and lays half on top of david to get him to stop. only then is he able to go back to sleep. 

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Thoughts/hc's about all your au's about the topic marriage for davenzi?

i’m only going to do it for the bb! au’s because i feel like all all of them would be a lot for me 

bad boy david

-david was never really one to think about marriage. he wasn’t a big fan of the government, about people getting too much in his business, about the way that people like him had to fight so hard to be seen as equal in the eyes of the law. he was always one of those people that thought if he loved someone then a piece of paper shouldn’t really matter, though he would fight to the death to defend everyone’s right to get married. he just thought that it wasn’t really for him, the tied down lifestyle. 

-he meets matteo when he feels like he’s somewhere in between being a kid and thinking that he made it, and matteo makes him feel like he’s on cloud nine and underneath the ocean all at once. he makes david lose his breath in a way that he can’t really explain. 

-matteo never really talks about marriage, never really mentions it even when they’re relationship is easier to count in years than in months. he doesn’t have that relationship with marriage that other people might, the one that says that marriage meant the ultimate commitment, that you were never going to leave each other, that you were in it for the long haul. he just knew that he loved david, and he knew that david loved him, too, and that david brought him flowers when he’s had a long week, and that matteo cooked him his favorite dishes when he knew david had a stressful afternoon, didn’t harp on him too much to wash his dishes. and matteo- he thinks that’s love enough. 

-david thinks he can see the appeal of shouting his love from the rooftops, of inviting all of his friends over, only so show them how much he’s in love, how much he wants to spend the rest of his life with matteo by his side, even though he still wasn’t sure he needed that piece of paper for all of that. 

bad boy matteo

-matteo started thinking that marriage was a sham when he was ten and caught his father looking at another woman with more love in his eyes than matteo’s ever seen him looking at his mother. marriage? what good did it do? it just gave matteo the false sense that his dad might stick around just a couple days more, just to see that he was trying, that his mom was getting better, that they can still be a happy family. spoiler alert: he didn’t. 

-david doesn’t make him think about getting married, but he makes matteo’s heart heavy in a way that was nice, that was welcome and warm and like a cup of day on a cold day. david makes matteo want to stick around, makes him want david to stick around, too. it makes him want the long haul and the apartment to themselves, and the tiny fights about whose turn it was to clean the floors or do the laundry. the idea made the bad days seem a little bit more bearable, that david might want something like that, too.  

-david never thought that marriage was right for him. he never saw himself as being tied down for too long, not to a place. to a person. to an idea even. he wanted to keep his options and doors open. 

-that doesn’t change with matteo, not really. david still wants to go where the road takes him, wants to be able to leave on a moment’s notice, get on a train and not come back for a while, not until he was ready, not until he felt like he was changed enough to come back. he just knows that if he was sitting at a train station, watching the clock tick by until it was time to leave, go somewhere else, that matteo would be meeting him there, like a permanent plus one. david wouldn’t go anywhere without matteo, not anywhere that matteo couldn’t follow.

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-david always thought he was going to be married, always thought he was going to get a pretty wife, and 2.5 kids, and a dog that barks only during the daytime, and a white picket fence. it was all part of his plan, to be perfect and blend in and be great all at the same time, to stand out and never be on anyone’s mind for more than a few minutes. 

-he sees a boy when he’s walking off the field with tired eyes and lips that he wanted to draw among other things, and he never thinks of marriage, never thinks of something pure and sweet and something you put in a church. 

-matteo never liked the idea of marriage, never liked what it did to his family, what it did to his friend’s when couples that should have said their goodbyes long ago stuck together for something that wasn’t worth it, only to leave him standing there like a sore thumb in front of his house as he watched his whole world fall a part as his father drove away, like there was nothing more to be said, nothing more to consider. he didn’t think anyone would change that opinion, that it wasn’t worth it. 

-david makes matteo a little softer around the edges, a little more trusting, a little more open, a little more feeling like he was worth someone’s time. he still doesn’t consider marriage, not with david even though david has his whole heart and then some, doesn’t think that something so formal can be applied to the sugary coated sweetness that makes everything a little bit brighter when david is around, smiling at him like he was something to be smiled at. but david tells him that it means a lot to him when it’s still dawn, and they’ve been whispering all night to each other and passing joints back and forth like the world couldn’t touch them. david tells him that he wants to get married one day, in a big church, with his parents walking him down the aisle, and he wants to look at the stained glass windows filled with stories he thought didn’t apply to him and think to himself, i finally made it and fuck you for thinking i couldn’t, shouldn’t, all wrapped together. and matteo thinks he could get behind that, seeing david in a suit, and his mom in a nice dress with tears in the corners of her eyes but a smile on her lips, ready to tell the whole world that david was his forever as the church choir sang them a melody in the background. 

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Any possibility of getting I bb!matteo and hj!david update in the future? I was reading your prompts again and I miss them lol

so i wrote that bit about bb!david and normal matteo clothes sharing and kind of want to write about the other verses, too? anyways, here’s a little clothes sharing

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

-matteo remembers every now and then that david dates, or at least has dated, plenty more than matteo ever did. he doesn’t mention it much, doesn’t throw in oh just an ex or someone i used to date very often, but matteo knows that he isn’t david’s first boyfriend. and it doesn’t bother him because he doesn’t really care about who david has been with, but every once in a while he remembers that david is more comfortable in this role than him, the boyfriend role, that he knows what he likes, what he wants, what are his deal breakers. 

-god, you’re freezing, teo, david says one night when they’re watching a movie together in david’s living room, and he’s running his fingers up matteo’s arms and leaving goosebumps. laura is out, and they’re taking advantage of being able to take up all the space in the apartment they want. i’m fine, matteo mumbles back into david’s shoulder because he’s comfy and doesn’t want to move. here, david says and reaches behind him where there’s one of his hoodies thrown over the back of the couch and passes it over to matteo. 

-matteo didn’t grow up with siblings, or close cousins, or even very many close friends. he met jonas, and they were two peas in a pod right away. every now and then they would share clothes at sleep overs and weekend get aways, but it was always things like scarves and hats and a pair of mismatched socks or gloves. matteo’s style and his never really matched anyways to share anything more than that. 

-david pressing a hoodie to his chest was the first time he’s ever worn something that was someone else’s, and he tries to cover up the slight panic he was feeling at that realization when david turns back to whatever movie they were watching. and matteo pulls himself together, tells himself not to be an idiot about this because it really wasn’t a big deal, at the same time he pulls the hoodie over his head and settles back into david’s side. 

-later that night, david presses him hard into doorway of his bedroom and bites at his neck as his hands slid up matteo’s stomach. fuck, matteo says, what’s gotten into you? because it’s not like they were doing anything before this, nothing to warrant this onslaught of attention all of a sudden. you look good, david says and kisses him. 

-matteo doesn’t even think about it until the next morning, that david probably meant his own clothes hanging off of matteo’s shoulders. 

-he notices it after that, or at least pays more attention to it, that david was perfectly fine with offering whatever of his was hanging around for matteo to put on if he vaguely mentions offhandedly that he needed something, that he’s feeling chilly, or that his shirt has pasta sauce down the front of it, or his sweater has a hole in the sleeve. david would hum, like he was only half listening, and then pass over a different shirt or a sweater or a hoodie that he had hanging off the back of his desk chair. and then he would look back towards whatever he was doing before as matteo changed into whatever it was, though matteo knew he was probably going to get pushed up against a wall later and complimented when david finally paid more attention to him. he was almost always right about that part. 

-that’s a nice shirt, hans says, sipping his coffee and looking at matteo over the edge of the mug when matteo stumbles into the kitchen earlier than he usually does, wearing david’s t-shirt from the night before, something he threw on without thinking about it. it’s just blue, matteo mumbles and feels his face heat up as hans lifts an eyebrow. i didn’t know you owned one that color, he says with a little smile and takes his leave when david comes in, yawning and rubbing at his face with the heel of his hand. i like your shirt, hans says with a snort as he passes, looking down to david’s chest and at the shirt hans knew was matteo’s because he had gotten it for him for his birthday the year before, and matteo kind of wants to flick him off for it. but then david comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his shoulders as he yawns again into the back of his neck. 

-matteo likes to see david in his sweaters with the ugly patterns on them because they are so pointedly not what david would wear normally, that it can only be something he borrowed from someone else, something from his boyfriend. and david was perfectly fine with letting everyone know that pointed out his change in fashion choices that what he was wearing was matteo’s. 

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Psst! Can HJ David and BB Matteo come out and play?! PS you’re awesome and we love you, hope things are getting better in your world and you have a great holiday!!

so there’s a line in the last bit i wrote for these guys that i wanted to like expand on so here’s a list about david being sweet to matteo and him just not knowing what to do with it. hope the holiday season is treating you well, anon!

bad boy matteo + hot jock david 

-matteo has never really been in a relationship before when he stops to think about it, not a real one at least. he’s had flings, a weekend in someone else’s bed, a night spent with his chest pressed to other people’s backs that lead to a couple of days of halfhearted text messages back and forth, but never anything that lasted too long, always ending up the epitome of here for a good time, not a long time. so by the time he finally feels like he’s getting in the rhythm of having a boyfriend, being able to text david whenever he wants, asking if david wants to hang out just because he wants to see him, because he misses him, he still isn’t quite used to the way that david treats him like he’s something to care for, something to cherish, something to be proud of. 

-matteo kind of wants to ask david if he like likes him every once in a while, just to check. and he does ask one night when he’s wasted off of some punch he didn’t realize was spiked as much as it was. of course i like you, teo, david asks like he’s amused, like he wants to remember this for later. but do you like, you know, like like me? matteo asks with a slur in his words and a wave of his hand as he stumbles around just a bit, and the alcohol is making him a little bit braver but not any less unsure because the question was still pulling at his chest somewhere. i would say i like you more than that even, david laughs and reaches out to grab his elbow to steady him. i’ve never had anyone like me before, matteo admits, and david thinks that it wasn’t supposed to be out loud. 

-they’ve been dating for for what feels like half of a second, and matteo tries not to think about how this is the longest he’s ever really seen someone like that. and he doesn’t really know if they’re going steady or not, if he should even ask. he knows that he isn’t seeing anyone else, isn’t trying to, and something in the way that david smiles at him from across the room makes him think that he isn’t either, but matteo doesn’t really know what to do when they say hello to each other yet. so he stands there, and mutters, na? quiet and small, and twisting his fingers up in his pockets as he squishes his lips together trying not to do anything embarrassing, and david’s happiness lights up the whole room in a way that has matteo feeling a little bit dazed as he says, you look good today, at the same time he presses a kiss to matteo’s cheek. 

-matteo gets used to hello kisses, and goodbye kisses, and your laugh is super cute kisses, and i’m feeling a little bit bored kisses, and i’m tired kisses, and- eventually, he starts giving them back, going in for something quick and painless and almost too light to even really feel, and each time david pulls him back with with a grin and a hand on the back of his neck. 

-matteo always knew that he liked physical affection, but he never really realized how nice holding hands was until david entangled their fingers as they walked down the block together. 

-david likes using pet names, which is something that matteo notices before they even have their first kiss but not something he’s come to terms with weeks later when david has made it a habit to pepper them into most conversations. babe, david calls. babe, he repeats. he eventually sighs, matteo, with a hint of a whine, and matteo looks up immediately. why aren’t you listening? david asks because he’s feeling a little put out about not getting a constant source of attention he’s usually guaranteed whenever he spends time at matteo’s. i am listening, matteo responds. i called you like three times, david responds, and matteo frowns. i didn’t realize you were talking to me, he admits with a shrug and shifts down in where he was sitting against the wall. sweetheart, david says with that patient little smile he gets when he finds matteo out and smushes himself in close until matteo looks him in the eye, there’s no else i call babe last i checked. 

-matteo thinks that david goes out of his way to call him sugary, little names just to watch the way that matteo always looks away and smiles at it, just to be a little bit annoying and a little bit of a brat, just to poke fun, but then one day when matteo is getting out of bed for a glass of water and david is reaching after him, baby, come back to bed, matteo starts to think that maybe david doesn’t even realize he does it. 

-he starts responding to them a month or two in, and it makes david grin ear to ear. 

-you’re so smart, david mutters with something a bit peaceful on his face after matteo points up to the sky on their walk through the park and tells him the story of andromeda and the pegasus and sews a narrative through the night sky itself. i don’t know about that, matteo responds and pushes david’s face away. you are, teo, david argues, no one knows this stuff like you. 

-david says the sweetest things in passing, like he almost doesn’t even realize that he was saying anything at all, though he meant every word, every single syllable, and each time it always makes matteo’s knees go a little bit weak, a little like jelly and something starts making his stomach a little bit funny feeling. he never really gets used to it, though david gets used to how easy it is to make him blush, likes it even. 

-you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen, baby, david tells him in a hushed whisper when the whole room is a little bit golden, and it casts shadows over the bridge of matteo’s nose. and matteo doesn’t feel at all attractive when he’s waking up at the crack of dawn because david had decided he wanted to roll out of bed and leave matteo feeling a little bit cold. shuddup, matteo whines and shoves his face into david’s stomach as david runs his fingers through his hair. 

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would u ever write HJ david and BB matteo dealing w matteo's less than savory dad?? feels like that could be an interesting thing for them to try and deal with !!!

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

“Hey,” David greets with a smile as Hans lets him in. 

And Hans doesn’t say anything back which makes David look back at him as he’s unwinding his scarf from around his neck and dropping his shoes by the door. “Okay?” He asks, and Hans sighs as he looks at him like that was the million dollar question everyone should be asking.

“Butterfly is upset,” he says after a moment, and David tilts his head. 

“What about?” 

And Hans shrugs, his robe slipping down his shoulder as he goes to adjust it. “No idea,” he responds. “His dad called, which is reason enough when it comes to Matteo. Just- don’t take it personal if he’s a little-” he holds his fingers up to lips, imitating something that David knew well enough, something that meant a couple of different things at this point, high, cranky, quiet, mean. 

“Right,” he says raises his eyebrows in a knowing gesture. “I’ll make sure he’s alright.” 

David walks gingerly into Matteo’s room, not wanting to startle him but not wanting to show that he doesn’t want to startle him either, reminding himself that Matteo only gets a little more coarse the nicer David tries to treat him when he’s already on a war path. “Na,” he greets as he looks around the room carefully to see a couple of books and papers on the floor that he guessed weren’t there before Matteo wiped everything clean off his desk. His phone was near the wall, resting on the screen that David was sure was cracked in at least a few places. 

Matteo was lying on his back on his loveseat, his head hanging upside down over the edge in a way that David has only seen a couple of other times. He doesn’t say anything back, just blows the smoke out of his mouth slowly and takes another hit. 

“Teo?” David asks, standing in the doorway with his hand hanging off of the doorknob. 

“What?” Matteo asks in return, his voice coming out a little sharp, a little metallic in a way that makes David bite his lip. 

“Do you want me to come back?” And Matteo makes a vague hand gesture that doesn’t really mean anything at all, open to interpretation in a way that makes David hope he doesn’t pick the wrong answer. “Are you okay?” David asks. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Matteo snaps back, and David clicks his tongue and closes the door behind him quietly. 

“Well,” David says and walks over to stand beside the couch to look down at him even though Matteo shows no effort to return the effort. “At least tell me if it was something I did or not.” 

Matteo takes a hit, looking at something on the wall. “I’m fine,” he insists. 

“So is your phone,” David points out and looks over to where it’s still on the floor before looking back at Matteo.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Matteo says, holding the joint between his lips. 

“I didn’t say you needed to,” David argues. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.” 

Matteo purses his lips up, like he was looking for the setup somewhere, the trick, as he keeps his eyes trained on the wall, and David picks up his legs to settle underneath them as Matteo decides if he wants to talk or not. He runs his palms up his shins in a way that he hopes is at least slightly comforting, and Matteo sighs and stubs out his joint into a plate on the floor in a lazy sort of way. “I talked to my dad earlier,” he says. 

“Oh?” David hums, digging his fingers into Matteo’s calves. “You don’t talk about him much.” 

“Cause he’s a fucking asshole,” Matteo spits out, getting a little bit louder than he probably intended to. “Wish he never called me at all, fucking prick.” 

“What happened?” David asks, thinking about how if you were going to start a fire, you might want to have a way to put it out in case it gets a little bit too big, a little too out of control. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Matteo says and runs his hands over his face and groans into them. David doesn’t say anything, just waits, waits to see if Matteo is going to elaborate or if he should try and distract him with something else to do, but then Matteo’s hands shoot up in front of him as he riles himself up. “He just spews the same bullshit every single time he calls, and like- what’s the point? He asks how mom is doing even though he doesn’t care about the answer. He asks how school is going but has no idea what i’m studying. He asks about money and tells me he’ll send some, but he never fucking does. And like, leave me alone! Stop wasting my time!” 

“Is that what you talked about today?” David asks, keeping his tone light and inquisitive and his fingers rough enough to soothe the muscles of Matteo’s legs as his body starts to shake. 

“He told me that the cousins were asking about me,” Matteo says in between his grated teeth. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “They saw a picture of us and wanted to know if I was a fucking-” He stops himself, his hands hanging out in front of him in mid-air before they drop onto his chest and David watches as he closes his eyes. “He said I shouldn’t tell Mama. It’ll stress her out,” he says quieter than before and then leans up enough to get the joint again and re-lights it between his lips. “Said I shouldn’t flaunt it.” 

“Oh,” David says and his palms stop on Matteo’s knees. He shakes his head and runs them back town his shins again. “I’ve already met Mama though.” 

“Yeah, and she loves you, so fuck him,” Matteo bites out around the joint. “Fuck him. I don’t need his fucking homophobic ass telling me what I can and can’t do. He’s not fucking around. He left. Left years ago, so fuck him.” 

David takes the joint from Matteo as it was getting smaller and smaller as the time went on, and they were sitting there in silence, no one really knowing what to say after that, an outburst that Matteo always tries to keep contained, or at least hidden away, tucked on the back shelf in a box that was small and rusted around the corners, caked with a layer of dust. “That...that sucks, baby. I’m sorry,” David says after a while because he feels like he should at least say something, though there was nothing really that could make anything better. 

Matteo scoffs. “Not your fault.” 

“Still,” David says. “Still.” 

“That feels nice,” Matteo mutters, and David looks down to where he’s drawing swirls into the sides of his leg. 

“What can I do?” David asks then because he wants to help, wants to make Matteo feel better, feel loved and important and like he’s everyone’s favorite, and Matteo runs his hands down his face again, dropping them above his head so that they dangle with him, stretching himself across the couch. 

“Can we just sit here a while? I don’t want to talk anymore.”

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a bad boy matteo and hot jock david moodboard

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a bad boy matteo (w/ hot jock david) moodboard

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Can you go into more detail about jock david and bad boy matteo at the party with the pda please? x

based off of this post +  bad boy matteo + hot jock david

Matteo didn’t know anyone here at a party that was filled with people with a little too much money in their pockets and a little too many friends in their phones for him to associate with any of them on a regular basis, but he hasn’t seen David in three days, too busy with projects and presentations and life outside of each other’s pockets, that when he said he had already promised to stop by for a little while, Matteo didn’t even think about it before he said he would go with him. And Matteo was perfectly fine with standing off to the side, nursing a beer in his hand and thinking about when he could sneak out to grab a cigarette while David went off to greet all the friends that needed to see his appearance before they inevitably snuck off halfway through the night when they were both a little tipsy and feeling like their tongues were a little heavy and their bones a little stiff. 

But David didn’t let Matteo go the whole time, keeping his hand warmly on his back or firmly on his hip or tangled up with his fingers, dragging him along from conversation to conversation, none of which actually involved Matteo at all, like he was remembering the fact that they hadn’t been alone together in a little while too long every time Matteo got more than a couple steps away. 

“I’m going to go get another drink,” Matteo says and squeezes onto David’s hand before trying to step away from him, trying to step away from the conversation about some footie game that Matteo had negative interest in, but David was nodding along enthusiastically enough, occasionally waving their connected hands around when he was making a point or two. 

David turns to look at him, and the lighting makes Matteo want to hold his breath for a minute with the way the shadows were playing on his face. “I’ll go with you,” David says with a confidence that few people would try to argue with, his tone leaving little room for any sort of discussion.  

“No, no,” Matteo shakes his head and squeezes at David’s wrist because he wasn’t few people and that tone hasn’t worked on his in a while at this point. “I’ll be quick. Be right back.” 

David’s mouth quirks to the side. “Alright,” he says and grips at the side of Matteo’s shirt to reel him in and place a kiss on the high point of his cheek before turning back to the conversation, and Matteo turned away, knowing that he was turning a little bit red at the sugary attention he wasn’t used to getting too often. 

Matteo wasn’t as quick as he was sure David would have liked, taking his time weaving slowly through people on his way to the kitchen, trying to find a beer that was a little cooler than luke warm and then standing there for a moment, leaning up against he counter and taking a few sips, just trying to catch his breath. After a moment, just a moment, to himself in this place that was just on the other side of too loud and too busy for him to feel like he fit in his skin alright, he made his way back over to David, who was now standing alone and scrolling through his phone up against the wall. 

“Hey,” Matteo said to get his attention and leaned a little into him, leaning one of his arms up against his shoulder just because he could. 

David smiles at him and curls his fingers into his belt loops to tug him closer until they were plastered up against each other, front to front. “Hey,” David repeats when he feels Matteo suck a breath in through his teeth and kisses him on the cheek. 

Matteo wraps his arms around his neck. “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?” He asks into the side of David’s face with the corners of his mouth pulled up. 

“What?” David asks like he didn’t know what Matteo was getting at though he was squeezing at his hips like he did and smirking at him like he wanted Matteo to say it anyways.  

“You’re being sweet.” 

“I’m always sweet,” David argues, slipping the tips of fingers just under Matteo’s hoodie to run against the skin there. 

Matteo rolls his eyes and tugs at the hair at the top of his head. “Sweeter then.” 

David scrunches up his nose like he wanted to smile, the smile he does where he shows all of his gums and the lines of his happiness are written into the corners of his eyes, and bumps their noses together. “Come dance with me,” he says and doesn’t listen to Matteo’s noise of protest as he pulls at his elbow to get him to follow. 

They end up in a room where all the furniture is pushed up against he walls, and there’s something that’s strobing the lights around the corners in different colors just slightly off beat to the music that was more base than anything else. Matteo shuffles around in front of David for a minute, swaying on the balls of his feet and taking a slow sip of his beer as people danced around him in ways a lot more enthusiastically than he was feeling like doing himself. And he didn’t know what to do with his hands right now, not ever really when David looked at him like that, like he wanted to do something else but wasn’t going to say it, like he wanted Matteo to figure it out himself. 

But David must get sick of waiting around for him to catch up or at the very least decide to put Matteo out of his misery, bopping his knees to a beat that only he was hearing, because he smirks mostly to himself and walks slowly around him, Matteo watching the entire way and feeling the edges of his finger tips around the waistline of his jeans as David dragged them behind him, going to stand behind him. 

“I said dance with me, Teo,” he feels muttered into his ear when David presses his palms to the front of Matteo’s hips and pulls him back until Matteo can feel every breath David takes through his shoulder blades. 

And Matteo has never really been a dancer, but David is tugging his hips where he wants them to go, pressed up behind him like they came in a matched set. And all that Matteo could do about it was lean back and feel the way David panted in his ear while trying not to combust as the heat of the moment was seeping down the neck of Matteo’s shirt and settling into his sternum. Matteo was suddenly very aware that they haven’t been alone together in a while as David runs his nose up the side of his neck and let’s his lips rest against the shell of his ear as he sways his hips to a beat that has already drowned out of Matteo’s ears. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He asks over his shoulder when one of David’s hands slipped lower onto his hips and other dug into the skin of Matteo’s stomach. 

David’s teeth find their way comfortably into the skin of back of Matteo’s neck as Matteo sucks in a heaving breath with the way the music turns heavier and slower. “Just you.” 

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how about some bad boy matteo and hot jock david? pleeeaaase, i’m saaad.

sad backwards is das and das not good, bb! how about a short little fluffy piece?

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

Matteo was in the library, scribbling down random words in his notebooks, desperately trying to come up with some sort of argument for his paper that was due in a quick two days. He only had a month to work on it, he thought. He really brought this on himself though he felt like he had some valid reasons for not starting this earlier. Oh yeah, he didn’t care. He looked at his notebook and then back at his laptop, at the blinking cursor on a mostly empty page besides his name and the date, and sighed to himself.

“I can feel you staring, ya know,” he says, key smashing on the page just because, because he needed to put something on the page soon if he was going to have any hope of actually finishing this on time. 

“I’m not,” David responds, and Matteo looks up to see David looking back, proving Matteo’s point that David barely even attempted to deny. Matteo rolls his eyes. David grins and winks. 

Matteo goes back to his laptop, writing some generic intro sentence about the general topic they were supposed to be talking about. “I thought you said you had an assignment for art due,” he mutters, remembering when he told David that he had to spend the whole night in the library probably and that he really couldn’t be distracted if he had any hopes of writing this paper and David had said he wouldn’t both him. He had to do something too, so they could just sit near each other for a little while. 

“I do,” David responds. 

“I don’t see you doing anything,” Matteo says, flicking his eyes up to him quickly, seeing David still looking at him with his head propped up on hands and grinning like this banter was fun for him, and then looked back down, staring at the blinking cursor again. Twelve words. Nice. 

Matteo types out a sentence that at least makes some sort of sense right now. “There’s a pencil in my hand, isn’t there?” David says and waves it under Matteo’s nose just to be annoying about it.

Matteo huffs and leans back in his seat. David looks even more amused with himself, now that he has all of Matteo’s attention. “Let’s see it then,” he says, throwing his arms in front of him and making some gesture towards the book in David’s hands. “If you’ve been working so hard on it.” 

“Really?” David asks and his eyes light up with a certain level of mirth that has Matteo regretting it already. Matteo shrugs, and David turns his sketchbook around to show a page with various pencil drawings of Matteo scattered around that make Matteo’s face heat up immediately when he realizes. Matteo snatches it out of his hands to get a better look. 

“This is me,” he says, looking at the various versions of himself in painstaking detail inscribed on the page. One of him rolling his eyes with a scarf around his neck in the right corner, another one with him grinning so hard his eyes were all crinkled up at the sides in his palm tree shirt in the middle, him yawning loudly in the left corner and rubbing his eye in a t-shirt in the bottom left, one of him smirking in David’s jersey to the right. That one made him feel a certain way, not a way that he could really investigate right now with deadlines looming over his head. 

“We’re doing facial studies,” David explains. “Had to show a variety of emotions. Happiness, exhaustion, annoyance, pride. Stuff like that,” he says and shrugs. 

“And you chose to do me?” Matteo asks and raises an eyebrow, pushing the book back across the table towards David. 

“I draw you all the time, Teo. Not all of them are for the public though.” 

[bagels-and-seagulls]

OH MY GOSH THAT HJ DAVID AND BB MATTEO FIC YOU DID WAS AMAZING!!!! The one where matteo came back all beaten up. Do you think you could do a part 2!!?

part one + bad boy matteo + hot jock david

David woke up hours before Matteo, or maybe he never went to sleep at all, just blinked slowly throughout the night, making sure Matteo kept breathing through his mouth and didn’t turn over on his stomach like he liked to do and mess up his nose more. He watched the way Matteo’s chest rose and fell languidly and ignored the way the bruising around his face looked worse in the early light of the morning, shadowed by the pale pinks of the sunrise. 

If he just closed his eyes, if he just pretended for a while, it could be any other morning. It could be any other morning waking up next to his quiet and sweet boyfriend with David watching the way he always yawns loudly before blinking his eyes open a couple of times, realizing it was morning and shuffling under David’s arm, under his stomach, to hide his face from the light and get a few more minutes of sleep. And David would laugh lightly and freely, and card his fingers through Matteo’s hair and tell him to get up, that the day was starting, and they had things they had to do though he knew that Matteo would fight him every step of the way. 

He brushed some hair off of Matteo’s forehead lightly, ignoring the way his heart felt like it was in the pit of his stomach since Matteo came home last night, and Matteo sucked in a breath like a gasp for air and shot up in bed, clenching the sheets in his fists with one foot already on the floor to bolt. 

“Hey, hey, hey, Matteo,” David says quickly and quietly, and pulls on the back of Matteo’s shirt to notice him. “You’re okay. You’re alright, baby. It’s just you and me, Teo,” he rambles until Matteo’s chest stops heaving, and he let’s David pull him back into bed. 

“Everything okay?” David asks, hovering over Matteo on one elbow and tracing his fingers over Matteo’s face, careful of the bruises, just for something to do with his hands. 

“Nightmare,” Matteo responds and looks up at the ceiling. 

“About last night?” David asks because he just can’t help himself, because he doesn’t know when to leave good enough alone, and there was still something itching at the back of his mind that said he needed to know what happened, that said he wouldn’t be able to get the images of bloodied noses, and split lips, and red eyes out of his head until he had a reason. 

Matteo sighs and turns onto his side, facing away from David. “I don’t want to talk about it,” he mumbles. 

“I just-” 

“You said I didn’t have to tell you if I didn’t want to,” Matteo interrupts, looking over his shoulder with something a little bit cold in his eyes that said David better stop while he was ahead, while Matteo was only mildly annoyed at his pestering and not stomping up and out of bed, trying to escape this conversation in more way than one. 

“You don’t,” David says sitting up so he could see Matteo’s face better. He was staring out the window, though he probably wasn’t staring at anything really. “You don’t. I just- You can’t be mad at me for being worried.” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Matteo says, shaking his head. 

“It does to me,” David bites back through his teeth, trying so hard not to let this conversation slip into the realm of an argument, into the space where both of them get annoyed and angry at the way the other just couldn’t figure out what they were trying to say, where they were both reminded again that they came from worlds a little too different. 

“Why?” Matteo scoffs and closes his eyes.

“Because I care about you,” David answers, like it was obvious, though he could say more on the matter. 

Matteo shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter,” he repeats and sits up to run his hands through his hair, and David wants to lean into his space to get him to stop looking down at his knees and look at him instead. 

“Well, when your boyfriend comes home with a black eye and refuses to tell you what happened, even though something is clearly wrong, then you can tell me it doesn’t matter,” David responds a little too fast and a little too mean for someone who was trying to keep this away from becoming a screaming match where their anger seeps out from their ears. 

“That’s not going to happen,” Matteo says with an eye roll and clenches his hands into the bottom of his shirt at the same time he clenches his teeth, and David can feel his hands start shaking in his lap. So much for not arguing, he thinks to himself, as he opens his mouth to speak without thinking. 

“Oh, yeah, and how do you know that?” 

“Because my boyfriend wouldn’t do that type of shit.” 

“He could! You don’t know. He could get into a fight tomorrow and-” 

“No, he wouldn’t because he’s not a fucking asshole,” Matteo shoots back, raising his voice and probably waking his roommates. “My boyfriend isn’t some fucking douchebag who gets the shit kicked out of him from some fucking assholes on the rugby team because he refuses to sell them some coke that he doesn’t have to begin with. Because my boyfriend isn’t some lousy piece of shit who can’t get a fucking job other than selling fucking drugs to rich kids with too much fucking money to know what to do with because he doesn’t have any fucking skills and barely passed his abi and doesn’t know how to talk to people and- and-”

“Hey, baby, Matteo, stop. It’s okay,” David interrupts when he sees Matteo’s eyes welling up with fat tears that started to stream down his face, and pulls him close so Matteo can tuck himself under David’s chin and sniffle, covering his face with his hands. “Stop, it’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. I’m sorry,” he whispers into the top of his head, feeling everything melt out of him and make him want to press his weight on top of Matteo so he doesn’t float away. 

And Matteo shakes in his arms as David runs his hand down his back and through his hair and over his knee while still reeling him in close, pressing his lips to the top of his head and mumbling sweet nothings into the crown of his head, feeling like the biggest piece of garbage boyfriend in the world for making Matteo press his emotions out like that when it was still early and sleepy everywhere else. 

“I’m sorry,” David says again when he feels Matteo grip onto his sleeve. 

“It’s fine,” Matteo mutters into his shoulder. 

“It’s not, Matteo. It’s really not. I’m sorry.” 

Matteo sniffles. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“Please,” David breathes out slow. “Please, stop saying that. It matters so much to me.” 

“My head hurts,” Matteo says instead of responding. 

“I’ll get you some medicine and water, okay? We can go back to bed for a while, okay?” David says, and Matteo nods. 

David slips out of bed and goes into the kitchen, ignoring the way that Hans had his door open and looking out into the hallway, watching him, and as he filled up the glass of water in the sink, he looked up the rugby team rooster and considered doing something a little bit mean but a little bit called for all at the same time.  

[bagels-and-seagulls]

how about a scenario where hot jock david is confronted with some kind of unpleasant realisation about badboy matteo. or he ends up jealous?

i wrote about jealous hj!david over here if u want to check that out :)

bad boy matteo + hot jock david

David was sitting on the couch, casually talking with Hans about something while waiting for Matteo to get home, when his quiet night without too much happening turned into a flurry of commotion that he was still trying to get his head around hours later. One second he’s talking about a new movie he heard about and the next Jonas is slamming the door to the apartment open and yanking a bruised and bloodied Matteo through the living room after him and into the bathroom with another bang. 

“Matteo?” David asks and jumps off the couch to follow them with something tugging at his heart, something heavy and quick and panicked in a way he hasn’t felt before that jumps into his throat and makes it a little hard to breathe. He stands in the doorway, not knowing what to do and watching Jonas scurry around the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit while Matteo holds his sweater sleeve up to his nose and scarlet starting to sink lower and lower towards his elbow. 

“Keep your head back,” Jonas says. 

“I am,” Matteo mutters, and it comes out garbled, and rough, and in a way that makes David want to close his eyes and hopes this is all some sort of bad dream. 

“Keep your head back,” Jonas repeats with a little more urgency, something a little frantic in his voice, like he’s done this before but still hasn’t gotten it quite right yet, and grabs some tissues to shove in Matteo’s hand. 

“I am,” Matteo bites back. “Jesus fuck, I got it- Jesus, I said I got it.” And grabs the tissues out of Jonas’ hands to hold up to his nose, and the blood keeps pouring out and seeping into them, turning them red and mangled in seconds in his hand. He pushes Jonas out of the way and grabs some things out of the kit before opening a bottle of rubbing alcohol with his teeth and dumping some out on tissues and wiping it on a cut over his eyebrow with a hiss and a scrunch of his face, like this whole thing was practiced. 

It’s then that David can see the state of Matteo’s face, with blood seeping into his eye that was already turning an ugly purple color. His nose looked a little crooked where it was bent out of shape under the tissues that were still held up and swelling up big along with his lip, that was split down the side and leaking out blood to match the rest of the scene. 

“Fuck,” David says, but stays in the doorway, not wanting to get in the way, still not knowing what to do with his hands, though he could feel his heart pounding in his ears telling him to just do something. 

“It’s fine,” Matteo says, not really caring who was the one that was talking, jsut filling the space it left and opening some bandages with one hand while Jonas tried to help and open some himself. Matteo looks at himself without really looking at himself in the mirror with a clear mission and goes to close the cut over his eye with some butterfly bandages. 

“Should you get stitches?” Jonas asks in a rush and goes to grab some more tissues to replace the ones up near his nose. 

“No,” Matteo says quickly and shakes his head. 

Jonas pulls Matteo’s wrist to take a look at his nose, and David sucks a breath in through his front teeth when he seems to finally take in the whole picture with Matteo’s blood soaked into the collar of his shirt and down his sleeve and his face a myriad of black and blue and unnatural colors that made David want to start to cry a little bit, if he thought it would help at all. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m not going to the hospital,” Matteo says like that decision was final. “I’m fine.” 

Jonas goes to argue again, and Matteo pushes him away with a hand on his shoulder. “Go get some ice,” he says, and Jonas sighs, knowing that if he put up a fight he would just get kicked out all together, and slinks out anyways, brushing past David and leveling him with a look that David can’t really read, doesn't really want to. 

David watches Matteo clean his lip and wipe the blood off of his chin with the alcohol and screwing his face up with the sting. “Did you- uh, can I help?” David asks, not knowing what to do with his hands. 

“No, I’m fine,” Matteo says, and it sounds like he didn’t even really listen to the question, just answering on autopilot, just filling the space again. 

“Matteo,” David says and steps into the bathroom a little further to try and get Matteo’s attention from the trance he was in, staring at himself in the mirror and moving a little slow but still with a purpose. “Matteo,” he repeats a little louder and grips at his shoulder. 

Matteo yanks himself away quickly taking a step back and running his hip into the counter with his chest heaving. Matteo stares at him with wide eyes for a few seconds with his arm out in front of him like he was ready to fight someone off. Again.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re okay,” David says and holds his hands up. “It’s just me.” 

Matteo looks at him for a second, blinking once, twice, three times, before his eyes flicker across David’s face, trying to make sense of what was right in front of him. He settles into his shoulders a little bit after he finds whatever he was looking for and turns back to the mirror to finish wiping the blood off his face. 

“Are you okay?” David asks, wanting to crowd in close but not wanting to startle him again. 

“I’m fine,” Matteo says again, looking quickly at David through the mirror before going to strip his sweatshirt off and toss it in the sink. There was still some blood around the collar of the t-shirt he was wearing, and David had to stop himself from running his fingertips around the edge. 

“What happened?” David asks, with his hand in between him and Matteo going from reaching up to touch and going back down again, not really knowing where it should rest. 

“Nothing,” Matteo says sharp. “It’s fine.” 

“It’s clearly not fine,” David argues back, feeling a little prickly, feeling a little defensive and aggressive creep up his spine and telling him to protect Matteo from something that has already happened, from himself and his habits of self-detonation.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Matteo says with a little murmur and edge in his voice, and shakes his head. 

“Just tell me what happened. If- If you got mugged or something, or got into a fight, then- then we can go talk to someone or-”

“Just drop it!” Matteo yells, interrupting. He turns towards David fast with something angry in his eyes and his fist balled up by his side like something hot was still running in his veins, not quite ready to let him crash yet. David takes a step back, not used to hearing Matteo get loud, not used to having Matteo get mad, not at him. “Just,” Matteo starts and sinks down when he sees the way that David was half turned out the room, ready to shut this whole thing down with wide eyes and his lip between his teeth. “I said I’m fine,” he finishes. “I’m going to go change,” he adds and goes past David, careful not to touch. He shuts his door quietly, and David strains to hear the lock. 

David stands there for a moment, staring at the dirty sweatshirt in the sink, and knocks his head back against the door frame behind him. 

“Where’s Matteo?” Jonas asks from behind him with a wet rag in one hand and a bag of ice in the other. 

David moves out the entry and further into the bathroom. “Went to change,” he answers. 

Jonas hums and goes to sit on the counter. David takes a seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

“What happened?” David asks after a second, looking up at Jonas, who was looking down at the bag of ice in his hands. He notices that Jonas doesn’t seem to have anything wrong with him, no bruises, no blood, no cuts, and David starts feeling a certain type of way about that, about the way that Matteo came home roughed up and his best friend seems perfectly fine. But then he tells himself to stop being an idiot, that he didn’t even know what happened, and then he feels a different type of way about the fact that Matteo looks like he got jumped and his first call was to Jonas, that Jonas gets to know information that he doesn’t. 

“He asked me not to tell you,” Jonas answers. 

“When?” 

“When we were walking here. He said you were over and to not tell you,” Jonas says and shrugs, avoiding his eyes in hopes to not get swept up in the persuasive way that David seems to look at people, making them spill their secrets right into his hands with just a smile and kind eyes. Jonas likes David, is the thing. He likes him a whole lot just as a friend, and he likes that Matteo is happier now than he’s ever seen him even more. He knew that if he looked up right now, looked at the way David was sitting there looking small, and sad, and worried, staring into the hallway like he was waiting for Matteo to appear, he probably would tell the story down to the minute details. 

He doesn’t though, tell the story. All he does is say, “He’ll be okay.” 

“This has happened before, hasn’t it?” David asks instead of responding. Jonas shrugs, and it’s answer enough for David. “It’ll happened again, won’t it?” 

Jonas sputters for an answer that seems like it wasn’t too pessimistic, but Matteo beats him to it, standing in the door in a shirt that looked like it was David’s with his jaw set tight and blood pooled under his eye. “Probably,” he says and looks in between the two of them with something icy behind his gaze, like he was ready for a fight, another one, that no one in the room was feeling up to having with him. 

So, no one says anything, everyone just looking at each other in a tense silence that Matteo breaks by reaching for the ice on the counter to plop onto his nose. “Jonas, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

Jonas nods quickly and slips off the counter. “Yeah, yeah. Did you want anything before I left? Pain killers or something?” 

“Nah, I got some in the room. I’m good,” Matteo says and shakes his head. “Thanks, man,” he adds on and bumps their elbows together as Jonas passes him. Jonas kisses him on the head and whispers something in his ear that David can’t catch before throwing a look over his shoulder in David’s direction that’s filled with something like pity as he leaves. 

Matteo continues to stand in the doorway with the ice held up to his face, looking at David, waiting for a reaction, or at least something, and David wasn’t entirely too sure what kind he was looking for, if he was waiting for David to be angry, or scared of him, or something. Because he wasn’t any of those things. He was just worried mostly. 

“Can I help?” He asks, standing up and in front of Matteo. 

Matteo purses his lips like he was going to say something but then stops himself to shrug. 

“What is it?” David asks and crowds into him a little more, still not touching him but still desperately wanting to, if just in case to make sure this wasn’t some bad dream. 

Matteo deflates a little bit, sinking into his spine. “I don’t know,” he says through the bag of ice, and it crinkles as his face moves. 

“How about,” David asks and grips onto his wrist to pull the ice away for a second just to get a closer look. He tries to keep his face neutral as he can see the bend in Matteo’s nose better now along with the swelling of his eye shut. It looks broken, David thinks, and Matteo should probably go see someone about it. But he doesn’t mention it, not wanting to get into an argument. 

He must wait too long to finish his thought because Matteo licks his lips and says, “It looks a lot worse than it is.” 

And David shakes his head and puts on a small, forced smile to stop himself from saying what was really on his mind, that it was just as bad as it looked, that it looked horrific and awful and made David’s skin crawl, that he wanted to know what happened desperately, that he felt like he might need to settle a score somewhere and that the mix of worry and anger that was swelling up in his gut scared him because he never felt the itch to fight someone more than right now. But he keeps his mouth shut and those thoughts stuck behind his teeth and responds, “How about we put on a movie in your room, and I’ll hold the ice for you? The trainers taught us a good regiment to stop swelling.” 

Matteo looks at him for a second, to see if he was serious, before putting the ice back to his face and nodding just a little. And David smiles at him again, this time slightly less fake but still as forced and leads him to his room. He puts on some movie that he knows Matteo has seen at least a couple of times, something about robots and aliens or something like that, and pulls Matteo to settle against his chest, bracketing him with his knees, and tipping his head back against his shoulder. He holds the ice against his face diligently, 20 on, 10 off, 20 on, 10 off, until the ice is melted into lukewarm water and Matteo starts dozing on and off, finally seeming to hit the adrenaline crash. 

He startles himself awake when David moves just a little to close the laptop. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” David hushes and smooths his hands down Matteo’s arms and to his hands where they’re clenching onto his knees and digging into the skin. 

“Sorry,” Matteo mumbles and melts back into him, and David keeps running his fingers up and down his arms to try and keep him settled. 

“I’m worried, Teo,” David mutters into the hair right above his ear. 

“I’m fine,” Matteo says back and closes his eyes with a sigh. 

David smooths some hair off of his forehead with the edges of his fingertips. “I just want to know what happened.” 

“Don’t make me tell you. Please, don’t make me,” Matteo says quiet and tiny and in a way that breaks David’s heart even more than this night already did. Matteo’s body starts tensing up. His hands ball into fists, and he goes to move away, push himself up and maybe try to escape this whole conversation by walking right out the door and leaving David to stare after him again. 

“Shhh, baby,” David says with his lips against the edge of his ear and pulls against his shoulders just a little to try and get him to stay. “You don’t have to tell me. Not if you don’t want. But could you at least tell me why?” 

“It’s bad. Bad and ugly,” Matteo whispers with his hands going to scratch at his wrists, and David tries to interfere by entangling their fingers together and keeping his hands moving just a little, if just to keep him distracted. “It was no good. Just like me. I don’t want you to see that part.” 

“You’re good,” David argues back, still quiet. “You’re good, Teo,” he repeats. 

And Matteo just shakes his head, like he doesn’t believe him.