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isthisthingeven0n · 5 years

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masterlistin’ 2.0

(FROM AUGUST 2019 - MARCH 2021)

so, my masterlist was too full for anything to be linked, meaning here is part 2 of my masterlist which I didn’t anticipate having to do.

all of my writing for the vlog squad*

*mostly david, lets not kid ourselves

MASTERLISTIN’ (1.0)

(AUGUST 2018-JULY 2019)

david dobrik

kinda obvious, guys that’s my ass, dude missed opportunity behind closed doors never feel left out no matter what, okay? the butterfly effect a day in the life the other famous one one last look mystery girl / not so mysterious (d.d / j.w) one rule for some left speechless lost before we could start elephant in the room impatience to meet you always there to help you no such thing as short term trying to go unnoticed through the darkness losing it the set up cut that out photographic evidence wait, you too? words as weapons mad at you shock to the system copy me, yeah? catchin’ on act as if it’s not there surprise of the night my number neighbour / part two junior our private traps toxic you had one job, jason trying to make you happy time off (d.d / n.m) i love you past version of yourself colouring outside the lines won’t be forever figuring it out our second Christmas bigger the experiment, bigger the disaster instagram edits belated celebrations missed midnight chances bad timing, David searching for three down to earth they stole my teeth not taking advantage if the world was ending helping in the dark fake proposal, huh? wake me up being baby / being yours didn’t I mention? just this once face to face, at last platonic let’s fall in love for the night standard living it’s my decision to make looking different on the same page the perfect addition subtle reaction drunk dancin’ erased no one hurts our girl (d.d / n.m) dropping the secret not like the books say looking where you shouldn’t beneath quick trip once again not those girls where does loyalty lie? restraint walking disaster cravings bitter not an ultimatum support (d.d x n.m) bedroom ceiling blowing out the flame further down the line the list your favourite girl

scotty sire

why does it have to be her? glamour accidents happen mr glassman i’ll owe you a breakfast sad together, last together just for us all love

ilya fedorovich

all love convince me in my element you are the reason oh, you’re serious what they don’t know it’s always been you

todd smith

i’m not happy (t.s / j.w) falling for the wrong person

zane hijazi

not always second best you got a dollar? off stage support

matt king

same circle, new memories trying to stay private new territory

jeff wittek

behind the scenes of our life unintentional mess i’m not happy (t.s / j.w) jailhouse rock in my bed shortcake across the pond those magic changes don’t believe what you hear no more waiting love handles no thanks, dude a word of warning i’ll marry you someday look, nothing happened, really the other guy it could’ve been worse, right? the package that’s not right all grown up leave me lonely not just the squad mom road rage different levels not a goody two shoes by your side welcome to the mad house star shopping eyes opened who let the kids in? not so secret santa too little too late understanding that time

natalie mariduena

sing you a song prepping for the big day they’ll love you how can i try? my bumble date more than best friends (n.m / c.k) thank god for pain meds time off (d.d / n.m) holding you close one more night what is it to you? no one hurts our girl (d.d / n.m) well, this wasn’t the plan just for our girl (n.m x c.k) couch cushions support (n.m x d.d) home for the holidays content, baby

carly incontro

what’s the big deal? right answer reward dedicate this to you caught in the act closed up celebrating carly

erin gilfoy

new found confidence just be honest

corinna kopf

girls support what you don’t realise more than best friends (n.m / c.k) learning for you help my girl so, this is my girlfriend just for our girl (n.m x c.k)

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soft-baby-dobrik · 5 years

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couch experiences // ilya fedorovich

a/n: I have never written about Ilya but he's so cute I AM READY TO DO THIS

request: i love the idea of Ilya being your good friend and he likes to flirt with you and you don’t really mind, Could you do that where your trying to take a nap at David’s house and he tries to cuddle you and mess with you?

summary: basically ilya is being a flirty lil shit and feelings come out

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There are certain things in life that people don’t need to know. One of those things is when you have a ginormous crush on one of your close friends. Especially when that friend is funny and flirty with everyone and there is no chance in hell he actually likes you. Ilya Fedorovich was that problem. Between the constant jokes that were most likely serious about his crush on Natalie and him being drunk and flirting with countless women, there was no chance with him. That being said, his flirtatious tactics with you were none other than his personality. While your heart would pound and you could feel your insides melt every time he gave his attention to you, you knew that from his part, it meant nothing. Just Ilya being Ilya. So here you were, laid out on David’s couch with Ilya and some other friends, cuddled into the blanket, eyes trained on the TV.

“Hey, y/n,” Ilya smiled, gazing at you.

“Hmm?” you hummed, keeping your eyes on the TV.

“You should look at me instead, I’m more attractive than those actors. You laughed loudly as you lazily turned your head to look at him. “Now that I have your attention, can I please have that blanket?” he asked, with a slight pout in his voice.

“Nope,” you replied, turning back to the screen.

“Well, at least share with me,” he continued.

“Nope, this is my couch,” you said, not showing any emotion.

“C’mon, you’re cold, I could keep you a lot warmer than the blanket can,” he smirked. You felt your stomach flop at his words. Instead of saying anything, you rolled your eyes and put your attention back on the show. Everyone was relaxed around the couch. People came and left until it was just you and David. After sometime, Ilya came noisily back into the room, making your groan. You were just about to fall asleep when he came barging in loudly.

“Alright, I’m going to go take a nap, since you just woke me up from one on the couch,” David said, stretching. You smiled up at him lazily, and he shuffled into his room. Ilya flopped down next to you on the couch. You whined as you tried to close your eyes again. His head came by your ear as he whispered:

“Whatcha doing?” In order to hide your nerves, you faked annoyance and groaned loudly. “Someone’s grumpy,” he added, sitting back up.

“I’m tired,” you murmured, closing your eyes once again. Ilya remained quiet, making your body ease. Suddenly, his hand came over to your hair, making you flinch slightly. His hand paused for a second before he began to run his fingers through your hair, gently. You hummed in response to the soothing sensation. When he stopped, you let out a small whine, making him laugh. Your eyes shot open and you sat up to look at him, glaring. This only made him laugh more.

“You’re cute when you’re grumpy,” he said, biting his lip.

“I’m not grumpy,” you mumbled, looking down at your lap, trying to hide the flush of your cheeks.

“Prove it,” he said, making your glare at him. “Exactly, you’re giving me a bitch look now.” He smiled at you as you laid back down on the couch. When you laid back down, a silence fell over both of you. Your heart was racing as you heard Ilya move around on the couch. After a couple minutes of you staring at the TV, his hands began to play with the ends of your hair again. Your eyes began to shut as he continued to twist the ends.

“I’m going to go back to sleep,” you whispered, cuddling into the pillow your head was laid on. Ilya made a loud groaning noise, making you turn to look at him.

“Stay awake,” he whined, looking down at you.

“Ilya, I’m tired,” you replied, exhaling loudly.

“Wake up,” he whined. That’s when you shot up from the couch, standing, just so you could stand taller than him.

“Ilya, I am fucking tired. I want to sleep and one minute you’re being nice and playing with my hair and the next being annoying and waking me up and being loud!” you exclaimed.

“Grumpy,” Ilya laughed out, making you more annoyed. Before you could continue your rant, his hands grabbed your waist and tugged you onto his lap. Inhaling sharply, you were face to face with Ilya as you straddled his lap. You sat there, mouth open as he grinned at you.

“What are you-” you began, but were cut off:

“If you’re going to be sleepy and needy with your hair being played with, I at least want you near me so my arms won’t hurt,” he smirked. Meekly, you laid down with your head on his chest. Your heart was racing while his fingers found their way back to your hair. After a couple minutes, your body relaxed into his warm embrace. “y/n,” he said, quietly.

“Yes?” you whispered, keeping your eyes closed.

“Can you look at me?” he asked, causing you to look up at him, confused.

“Why?” you asked, looking into his eyes.

“You know, you’re like super beautiful?” he said, making your body heat up. “Like so fucking pretty,” he continued. “Like the prettiest girl.”

“Shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes, trying to turn away from him. “You’re just trying to funny or you’re drunk,” you laughed, pushing your body into a sitting position.

“No, seriously, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, y/n,” he said.

“Yeah, okay,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Why are you acting like this?” Ilya asked, with a slight annoyance.

“Why are you?” you shot back.

“Don’t get an attitude with me,” Ilya fired back.

“Or what?” you huffed out, pissed that he was saying this and just being his funny self. Your feelings were here and being toyed with while he’s just having fun.

“I will do something about it,” Ilya grumbled. You rolled your eyes, but before you could say anything, somehow Ilya had you pinned down against the couch. How he maneuvered this, you were unsure of, but his body had you pinned down and you breath caught in your throat. “I’m trying to tell you, I like you, y/n,” he said, grinning down at you. Your mouth parted as you stared up at him, blankly.

“Ilya,” you got out, but nothing else would follow. “You-you don’t mean that,” you mumbled, softly.

“Don’t tell me I don’t mean it cause I do and I am trying to tell you this,” he spoke smoothly, with a big grin on his face, as he dipped down closer to your face. “You’re so damn cute when you blush,” he smirked, only worsening it. His lips were millimeters away from your own and you couldn’t get anything out. Every time you tried to open your mouth to get out words, nothing came out, which Ilya was loving. He kept laughing as you looked like a fish out of water. His fingers intertwined with your own as he had your arms still pinned down above your head. After a couple moments of him laughing, he finally dipped his head down at let his lips graze yours ever so slightly. You inhaled sharply, making him smile against your lips. Then, he pressed his lips to yours. His whole body came crashing into yours as he moved his lips against yours, moaning at the feeling of it all. You couldn’t stop the moan coming from out of you from the feeling of him finally kissing you. Both of your lips moved against one another in pure desire and need. This is what you had been waiting for, for months and it was too surreal. He was here, kissing you after saying he likes you.

When he pulled away, you took a deep breath before whispering out, “I like you too.”

He chuckled at you before saying, “I’m going to need you to repeat that three more times and then kiss me three times to prove it,” he joked, mocking you. You scrunched your face in disapproval. “It’s fine, I like that you’re needy,” he smiled down at you.

“I like you better when you shut up and kiss me,” you replied, raising your eyebrows.

“I like you better when you’re sitting on my lap,” he teased back.

“I think we can arrange that,” you smiled, biting your lip. Again, before you say anything else, you were flipped over and on top of Ilya’s lap.

“We can arrange a lot more than that,” he smirked, making you raise your eyebrows in a trying manner. “Just come here already,” he groaned, maneuvering his fingers behind your neck and pulling you down towards him, making you squeal in excitement.

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wtfdavidsvlogs · 5 years

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MASTERLIST (Everything I’ve ever written

David Dobrik:

Surprise

Break In

Hush

Protection

Present

Stressed Out

Cuddle Me

Nerves

Missing You

It's Okay

Gone too far

It's Only a Prank, David.

Baby, Baby

Kiss Cam

I Will be There

Help Me

Doug The Pug

Party Time

Sleepover

Welcome to the Group Shortstack

Drunkily

Injured

Nothing Serious

Aww Hell Nah you Looking like Somebodies fiance

It's over David, I'm Done

First Time

No Lies Detected

Promise Me

Who is That

Young Love

Irresistible

Scrubs

Q&A

Absolutely Not

Proposal

Stay With me

Mwah

Wrecked

Somewhere Only We Know

Reasonable Time

Stuck

2AM

Instagram

Playing around

Flight 175

Santa Monica

Moving

Giving Away

Wisdom Teeth

Ink

Comments

Back Off

Back Off Pt. 2

Show Me What I'm Looking For

Dumpster Dive

Baby Boy

I Like Them all Baby

Not Here...Not Now

Review

Audition

I Like Them all Baby Pt. 2

Audition Pt. 2

Now is Better Than Never

My Baby

This is My Girlfriend, Y/N

A Little Something

Last Resort

Boss

Just Kiss Me, Loser

Worth It

Out Of My League

Choked Up

Alex Ernst:

What The Hell

Jealous

Admirer

Brandon Calvillo:

Mornings

I Can't Stand It

Todd Smith:

Fight

Oops

The Great Return

Vlog Squad

Hide and Seek

Zane Hijazi:

It's Okay, Baby

Smiles

Gimme a Kiss

Jeff Wittek:

Doll

Dancing with A Stranger

By My Side

Matt King:

Headcanon

Scotty Sire: Ilya Fedorovich

I Can Explain

On Purpose

Ilya Fedorovich:

Just Visiting

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vvenicebitchh · 5 years

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Q&A (Ilya Fedorovich x reader)

Request: anon “Ilya dima and the reader are doing a q&a for their channel and some of the questions are well, dirty or provocative and aimed at your relationship with Ilya”

Summary: Reader does a Q&A with Ilya and Dima.

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“Hey guys! This week’s video is more of a sit-down kind of video and we’re answering questions you sent on Instagram. Also my girlfriend is here.”

Ilya speaks to the camera as Phil stands behind it, making sure everything runs smoothly. You were sat on Ilyas right side while Dima was on his left, waiting for him to ask you the fans’ questions.

“Ok here’s one. Does Dima actually owe that much money in tickets or is it a bit?” Ilya asks, glancing at Dima.

“That’s really fucking funny. Yeah I owe that much. I’m working on it.” Dima defends himself, rolling his eyes.

“Oh here’s a juicy one. Where’s the weirdest place you’ve had sex? Babe, do you wanna answer that one?” He turns to look at you, a devilish smirk on his lips.

He knows how much you hate talking about your sex life in front of people, particularly on camera.

“I’m not answering that.” You reply, giving him the don’t-you-fucking-dare look.

“Ok then I will. The weirdest place was probably my desk when she visited me on my lunch break.”

You didn’t expect him to answer the question so honestly. Your cheeks burn as you avoid eye contact with Phil and Dima.

“You freaks fucked on the desk? With people here? Jesus Christ.” Dima exclaims.

“Yeah it was hard because she couldn’t stay quiet and someone almost walked in.”

It was probably for the best that you kept your head down. There was nothing you could do to stop Ilya from talking about it. He was so open about everything meanwhile you were the exact opposite.

“Oh here’s another good one. Do you have any kinks? Dima, how about you start?”

“I’m not fucking telling you that you sick fuck.”

“Ok, what about you, baby.”

He laughs, amused by your flushed face and glaring eyes.

“I am absolutely not answering that.”

“Fine. I’ll answer for you. She likes to call me d-“

You clamp your hand over his mouth before he can finish his sentence. You were embarrassed to say the least, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on that Ilya loved talking about you in this way.

“I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth and you are not going to finish that sentence.”

Ilya nods his head and you comply.

“Daddy. She likes to call me daddy.”

He giggles at your ever-burning cheeks as you just stare at him blankly.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?”

He tries to pull you into his chest but you resist, continuing to feign your annoyance. When you don’t respond, he backs off and returns to scrolling.

“It’s alright. She’ll pay for it later.”

#ilya fedorovich #ilya feddy x reader #ilya feddy #dima #david dobrik #david dobrik x reader #vlog squad imagine

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