Gdansk, Poland (by Polina)

“Yeah, i have. But who are you, dude?” well i just want to follow u in insta if i can,bc i like ur acc

Haha, alright, understood

going too a concert with dave and going in the moshpit, AND LIKE HIS ARMS AROUND YOU SO YOURE NOT GETTING HIT

A/n: OH MY GOD I CANT he’d be so protective and cute and just agagaghsjdjskdkskkdkfkdks

Warnings: fighting, Dave gets grinded on by some guy and punches him, there’s nothing really but if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

“Come on, Dave, I’ll be fine.” You said, leading him down the bustling street, groups of bedazzled drunks marching this way and that to get to the clubs. “I’ve been to concerts before.”

Dave stared off behind you, making sure you weren’t about to run into anything. “Not like this you haven’t.” He sighed, letting you guide him along to some punk place.

You opened the door, a band was playing but there weren’t many people there and the band wasn’t very good, didn’t help they didn’t fit the vibe, not even just of the club but the whole damn strip. They looked like Elvis or The Beatles, their secret love child coming a few years too late at the wrong place.

You went straight to the stage, getting right up close and watching with big eyes. Being sheltered a lot by your parents you never got to experience live bands like Dave did, luckily he was there to show you what you’d been missing. Although, Dave was hesitant to let you run free on the strip.

Dave let out a heavy sigh as you went off, going to the bar and ordering you some drinks. He didn’t stay seated for long, the band noticed your excitement, in particular the singer, and started talking directly to you, reaching for your hands, wiggling his hips at you. Dave was having none of it so he came to stand with you.

The singer backed off and soon their set was over, that’s when the room started filling, groups filing in like a parade.

Dave held onto you, keeping his arm over your shoulders and holding you to his side. When the band came on it only got worse, everyone pushing and shoving.

Dave’s arms went around your waist and he moved you to be in front of him, keeping himself between you and the moshing crowd.

You were completely entranced by the band, a twinkle in your eyes while Dave was busy trying to keep you standing.

People were pushing and shoving him but he didn’t care, elbowing people off left and right so you could peacefully enjoy your night. Someone spilled a drink right down his back and felt it trickling under the waistband of his jeans and into his boxers, he cringed but just kissed the top of your head.

Occasionally he’d say something in your ear, having to yell just for you to hear him over the music, or he’d rub your side, squeeze your hip, anything to let you know he was still there between fighting people off.

He built a cage around you, preferring to snap his wrist trying to catch himself than let you get bruised, he’d come pretty damn close to it a few times.

His breaking point was a guy thinking he was some tall chick, his long hair masking the chiseled jawline on the other side. The guy saw what he thought was a woman and started grinding on him, what he didn’t expect was the fist to his jaw he got in return, a fuming Dave towering over him when he tumbled to the sticky ground.

Dave didn’t waste a second after that, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you onto his hip to carry you out of the bar, despite your protests.

“Davie-Davie!” You yelled once you got out of the bar, after Dave finally let you back onto your feet. He kept a hold on your wrist, gripping it tightly so he could drag you back to his car. “Davie, come on, it wasn’t that bad!”

“For you it wasn’t!” He snapped, shooting you a look. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out and you followed him silently.

Dave opened the passenger side door for you and waited for you to get in before going over to the drivers side, ripping his shirt off and tossing it into the back with a huff.

He inhaled deeply and looked back at you, rolling his eyes when he found you eyeing his now bare torso, the ginger peach fuzz on his chest and trailing up from under his belt. “Hey, look at me.” He said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up. “That was hell.” He stated.

You chewed your cheek. “I would’ve survived without you needing to be right there.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping in your seat.

Dave scoffed and started the car. “Next time I’m bringing you to the Cat House, see how long you last there with people getting off in the corners.” He grumbled as he pulled out of the parking spot.

Your brows raised at that, the idea of being with Dave in the corner where everyone could see.

Dave swatted your chest to get your attention. “No fucking ideas, you owe me enough as it is.”

Happy 80th Birthday to Roger Waters!

(born in 6 September, 1943)

Thank you for being one of the people who have inspired me the most to start playing bass. ♡

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