idk tbh

[lonniiii-deactivated20170829]

whoever i end up marrying is going to be lucky af cause i got so much love to give

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[dobrikshauntedhouse]

Im really out here in love with David Dobrik

[studyblr]

here’s to every girl working so so hard to reach her goal. i see you. you can do it.

[kiansjc]

[sick-intentions]

I just wanna be the girl of someone’s dreams ya know

[vlogsquadfanatic]

not to be dramatic or anything but Davids been looking extra hot recently wtf

[bodyglitter]

when your parents tell you to come down and greet the company and you high as hell

[neverwouldheever]

what we could have been- part 2 (david dobrik)

david dobrik slowburn, fluff, friends to lovers fic

It didn’t take long to make the drive over, I pretty much had the route engrained in my memory after months of coming over. My mind was trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong with David. I quietly sing along to the music that was playing through the car’s speakers to try and get my mind off of it.

I pulled up in David’s driveway and looked at my phone to see a text from him saying that the door was unlocked. I turned the car off and got out, making my way towards the door. When I got inside the house he was standing in the kitchen, leaning against the island with his head in his hands, still crying. I didn’t know how to approach the situation so I just stood in silence, I’d never seen this side of him.

“She broke up with me.”, he said quietly, removing his hands from his face to look at me. My heart broke just looking at him, standing in front of me, vulnerable and heartbroken.

“I’m so sorry David.”, I said, walking slowly towards him. My first instinct was to pull him in for a hug, which he gladly accepted. As soon as my arms were around him, he put his head on my shoulder and full on sobbed. Rubbing his back, I slowly pulled us to sit on the floor and continued to hold him. My heart ached for him.

We’d been in the same position for about 20 minutes when I tried to pull away to get somehing to drink. As soon as I’d moved away, his grip on my shirt tightened and he held me to him. It was then that I understood. This broken boy in front of me just needed to be held and to not be alone. I closed my eyes and held him tighter as he cried.

We didn’t say much of anything else that night. Words weren’t needed. I held him and supported him while he cried, wondering why he called me of all people to console him. The next morning, we woke to the sound of someone knocking at his door. We were still in the kitchen, our backs pressed against the cabinets and his head on my shoulder.

“David, do you want me to get the door?”, I asked quietly, not moving as his head was still leaned against my shoulder.

“Tell them that I’m busy. I don’t want anyone here today.”, he croaked out, his voice still rough from sleeping. He got up and turned to help me up off the floor, then walked into the hallway. I opened the door to reveal Jason, a camera in hand and confused look on his face.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Where’s David?”, he asked while trying to look behind me for David.

“He’s-uh busy. He said he doesn’t have time to film today. Sorry Jason.”, I said quickly, shutting the door before he could say anything else.

“David? I’m going to head out now if that’s okay?”, I yelled in the direction of the hallway. After he told me he didn’t want anyone here, I’d assumed that he wanted to spend the day alone. I started to grab my keys when I heard his loud footsteps behind me.

“Can you stay for a little while longer? I don’t want to be alone.”, his voice quivered a little, I know it was hard for him to be this vulnerable in front of me. I put my keys back down and smiled.

“Of course, but I’m going to make us some breakfast. Sound good?”, I grinned looking up at him.

“Hell yeah, you are speaking my language Y/N.”, he said, slightly smiling. I turned around to begin cooking, a huge grin on my face, seeing him the slightest bit happy again made me happy.

[neverwouldheever]

what we could have been -part 1 (david dobrik)

david dobrik slowburn fluff, best friends to lovers

We met a couple of years ago, I believe it was 2016. We were at a mutual friends party, Liza tagging along with him. Our first exchange was short, brought on by my good friend Heath Hussar.

I could hear Heath’s loud voice from behind me, “David come on I have someone I want you to meet. She’s a friend from Florida that just moved out here. The absolute funniest person I know hands down.” David didn’t even get a chance to reply before I turned around, smirking at the pair.

“And who is this person you speak of? She sounds amazing.”, I said, grinning while looking at Heath. He laughed and turned to David.

“David, this is Y/N. Y/N, David. One of my best friends meeting the guy who controls my life.”, he joked. It was David’s turn to laugh now.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. Heath never shuts up about you. Glad to finally put a face to the name.” he smiled.

“David bro get over here and start recording.”, a random voice could be heard above the music. David motioned towards his camera, “Duty calls.”, he joked and started walking towards the person. That was the last I saw of him that night.

From then on David and I would become friends, Heath dragging me along to film bits with the group every now and again. The group welcomed me with open arms and I gladly accepted, I had slowly become a member of the “Squad”. David and I grew close, but not too close, as his relationship with Liza was still thriving. She was okay with our friendship, but it was the fans who made it hard; always commenting that we were together or that David was cheating when I was in the vlogs too much. The more frequently we hung out, my feelings for him began to change. I developed I guess what you could call a crush on him, which I never did anything about. I pushed those feelings to the back of my mind and continued being friends, I wouldn’t let a little crush stop me.

The months passed and it finally happened: the breakup.

I was sleeping when my phone started blaring “Tiny Dancer”, my ringtone. I woke up and looked at my phone to see who was calling me. David. His contact name and a goofy picture I set for his contact flashed across the screen. I was confused as to why he was calling, so I swiped right to answer the call.

“Hello? David do you realize it’s 3 A.M.? What are you doing calling me this late?”, I asked, my voice still groggy from being asleep. The phone was quiet for a second, the only sound being a couple sniffles.

“David? Are you crying? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”, I started getting worried, rushing to my feet to put clothes on.

“Y/N, I just- I didn’t know who else to call. Can you please come over?”, his voice was weak, and he was in fact crying. I felt a pang in my heart. What could have possibly upset him this much, I’d never seen him cry.

“On my way.” I hung up the phone and ran out to my car, a hoodie thrown on over my pajamas.

[grlglitch]

here’s a minute of david’s sleepy/sick voice, tired eyes, and stubble from an old vlog

[headassdobrik]

Pure

[thenwedied]

[studyblr]

me: very soft, tries very hard, worries a lot, sleepy, big dreams and aspirations

[becausewhynoteathumans]

im really fucking sarcastic for someone who’s about to start crying most of the time

[chessys]

feel free to fall in love w me im just chilling

[alphacrone]

why ghost hunting and not ghost observing? ghost anthropology? let me live amongst the ghosts like jane goodall and the chimpanzees

[vampirestakecareofourown3-deact]

that’s commonly called witchcraft, susan