I’m crying I love this man so much. He deserves the fucking world honestly
I’m crying I love this man so much. He deserves the fucking world honestly
Skip to 19 minutes.
I’m glad david is reaching out and actually apologizing to everyone like he said he would
cuddling david on the swing in his new house!!
That would be one of your guys favorite cuddling spot! The view with the sunset would be everything.
If it was chilly you both would cuddle under a blanket. His arms around you with one foot on the ground to keep rocking you guys back and forth.
Cuddling out there while he edits and you answer some emails. The swing would be your guys spot 🥺
I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I wasn’t sure if I should write this or not, but I am going to anyway.
I saw David’s apology video and at first I thought “Oh here we go…”. Honestly, I was surprised by how genuine his apology was. And then I read the comments, and it shocked me how negative it all was.
I strongly believe that David would have received hate either way. If he hadn’t posted this apology video, he would’ve gotten shit for not saying anything and staying silent. And now that he did post the video, he is getting shit for apologising “too late”.
What utter bullshit (excuse my French). Apologies are never too late.
I actually want to thank him for speaking up and not staying quiet (even if some people believe it’s only because he lost his sponsor and it’s effecting him), because when I got SA I never got an apology. Not from the boss who let it happen and let me walk. And not from the person who did it to me.
I don’t say that I 100% support David, but fully blaming him for something he was only a small part of and let Dom get off, is horrible. You don’t do that to a person. These haters are ruining someone’s life even though they only heard things from other people. You don’t know anything even if they told you in a video.
Dom hasn’t even apologised, and he is the one who actually did it. He should be held accountable for his actions.
Full disclaimer: I 100% believe these girls and I think it’s very brave of them to speak up.
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so you and david were best friends, meaning inseparable, but when he moved to LA, he changed (his attitude towards you, anyway), and he stopped talking to you when he moved out there. a few years later, David comes back home and you work at a bar that he stumbles in to, and you don't recognise his voice until he asks for a drink. you look up to see him standing there, but your emotions came back, anger almost taking over you, "what can i get you?" ignoring who it was asking you for a drink.
he would freeze when he sees it’s you, head filled with thoughts and memories and clouded with regret of losing touch…
“hey, it’s you,” david smiles softly, “it’s been a long time.”
but you’re not interested, repeating your question from earlier and watching as face contorts into a confused expression, clearly taken aback by you completely ignoring him.
“um, water, thanks,” his voice is hurt now, but he’s trying to hide it with a cough and avoiding your gaze. he’s still curious and confused, though, “is everything okay?”
you let out a dry laugh, scoffing. “what do you think? you were my best friend and as soon as you left for la and got famous you forgot about me.”
“i didn’t forget about you,” david defends, careful not to raise his voice and draw attention. “we just drifted, yn.”
you have to turn away from him so he doesn’t see your eyes gloss over with tears, “i still considered you my best friend, and it hurt when you slowly stopped responding to my texts without any explanation, leaving me to wonder what on earth i could’ve done to you. you still talk to everyone else from vernon hills, why not me?”
“yeah, so am i.”
Right😂 like thanks ??
Nothing quite like David wishing me a happy birthday 😍
literally right after finishing and he falls on your chest, he brings his hand up and dabs you lol
it keeps things friendly between you two LMAO
imagine that’s actually how you two manage to keep the feelings at bay for so long?? you just dap each other up after every hook up??? 😭
“that was a good one,” he’d pant as he’s dapping you up,
“i’d say that was in our top 5, dobrik.”
“yeah? did you like the thing i did with my fingers?”
“oooh, yeah. that was pretty good.”
Ahahahah oh dave
pre relationship- drunk flirting and teasing with each other at a party and not caring who sees you guys because the alcohol has erased all hesitation between you two ☺️
usually shy and reserved, the alcohol in your system brought out a more confident version of yourself, and despite swearing to keep your distance from david, you found yourself clinging to him the whole night.
david loved every moment of it. though it took him by surprise, he let you lean on him while he filmed and had a few corona’s himself, finally letting loose.
he got more bold as the night went on and he got tipsier and tipsier, whispering jokes in your ear just to see the way you threw your head back in laughter, placing your hand on his arm as you come down from your fit of giggles.
maybe he even calls you baby for the first time - the alcohol prompting him to be more forward - and he revels in the way your eyes light up at the name, smirking to himself.
“you like when i call you baby?”
“mhm, sounds good coming from you.”
Gonna go to sleep while imagining dave and I cuddling…I hope everyone has a good day/night!! ❤🥺
the snow is sticking to the ground by the time you’ve touched down in michigan again. the cold nips at your fingertips and your toes, but you insist on letting it.
the last time you came home you came home with him, his hands rubbing the cold away from yours.
you were angry then because you were falling in love, mad because you used to hate all of this, furious that home felt like it could only exist if he was right there with you. but you find yourself back in michigan again now, your hands the only ones in reach, and the only caresses your lips feel now are the snowflakes melting on them upon falling.
you’re not used to any of this anymore — not the frigid weather, not the being alone. your LA life had converted you to a lifestyle of heat and tan lines, sweaty bodies and shared shots of don julio, bottoms up and swallowing the last of your pride. you miss feeling warm.
but you have no place to escape to but here, though you still don’t find yourself breaking free. your mother asks you about him. you expect her to, but hearing his name out loud again still feels like a punch in the gut, it shatters you in a split instant.
she watches you turn gray at the mention of his name and she knows — you’re wearing the same expression she did for years after your father left. she doesn’t bring him up again.
she does in believe in food healing the soul, and doesn’t disappoint in making you all the most decadent meals you’d miss the most when you were away from home. it makes you feel worse that you’re too sick to stomach them, every taste that isn’t his lips just reminding you of their absence.
you still think the knock on your bedroom door is going to be him chasing after you, though you succumb to the guilt every time you’re disappointed when it’s just your mother.
you know it’s not easy for her to watch you like this, and though a part of you is still you, the rest of you seems to have wilted away with the memories of him that are starting to fade away too.
“i do suppose if you haven’t found a love that makes you want to fight all the battles in the world for it, you haven’t found the right love.”
he told you that the first time he had come with you to meet your mother. the pink painted walls of your childhood bedroom seem to melt away now, replaced by those words painted across them instead. you guess you just weren’t the right love.
david had always adored you with patience and steady footing. he knew what he wanted, which at the time was you, and he had never been one to let up easy. he let his love for you be enough for the both of you until it wasn’t.
you should have seen it coming, really, but you never could. you devoted yourself to him within the bounds you knew how to, but you could never measure up to the way he loved you — boundlessly.
he was sunshine and dandelions in grass prairies, pollen tickling your nose while grass scratched your ankles. and you were winter chills, blizzards like daggers and gray settling overhead — your father’s effortless departure from your life at age six made sure of that.
you wanted to be spring but you were only winter.
so you don’t find peace now. not in the sunshine of california, not in the flurries of michigan.
only in the way his lips are heaven, kisses falling over you like stars in your memory. he always did put aphrodite to shame with that heart of his.
New Beginnings | David Dobrik - Part TwoSummary - David finds out you’re back in town after being away for so long and makes an impulsive decision to come see you, but he learns news that he isn’t exactly excited to hear.A/n the long awaited part two! I hope I’ve fulfilled all of your wishes and it’s as good as the first part :) also, I know in the first part I didn’t specify the readers job, but she’s an actress.Category - angst, smutWarnings - Language, crying, unprotected sex, poorly written angst and poorly written smut tbh and a happy ending, but probably not in the way you want.Word Count - 3.7k
6 months. That’s how long has passed since you touched the grounds of Los Angeles. Your break up with David had you reeling and a need to get away from the city that reminded you of him everywhere you went. So, you returned to your home state and moved back in with your parents. They didn’t mind at all. They accepted you with welcoming arms and told you to stay as long as you needed. Having their eldest child home for a while was the least of their worries. The top was how’d you bounce back from this situation. But, they gave you your time. They gave you space and were there when you were ready to tell all that happened. And they supported your decision once you told them that you were ready to get back out into the world and not let a breakup dictate your mental health.
So that’s now you ended up here. Walking back up the stairs from your old apartment building. You figured it was time to stop paying for an apartment that you weren’t living in anymore. It was time for you to pack it up and take the next step of your life.