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[kodzuskook]

shipped | jeff wittek

description: the reader and jeff get to know each other and david puts their interaction in the vlog causing the fans to go crazy.

requested?: [ @itsdavydorbik “can i request an imagine w/ Jeff and you are part of the VS but you’re the girl that’s never seemed interested in a guy but Jeff comes along and that changes and everyone starts shipping you together?”]

author’s note: just wanna say a quick thanks to the user for letting me take this request off of @zanesgirlfriend’s hands!! i hope i did it some justice!!

﹉﹊﹉﹊﹉﹊﹉﹊﹉﹊﹉﹊ “okay so last time we did this, we all talked about our relationships and advice. this time, we have y/n with us so to compensate for her missed appearance in the vlog, y/n’ll tell us a bit about her experience in relationships and stuff like that.” erin smiled at you as she finished explaining the situation to the camera.

all the girls had gathered together again to film another part of the new vlog squad girls series. this time, the girls sat in your apartment, filling the space of your living room. again, natalie was missed from the video because david needed her for something last minute. 

an assortment of snacks were arranged on your coffee table, liza’s hand quickly reaching over to grab a bag of popcorn, “damn, y/n, this is really good popcorn.”

“right!” you laughed before looking at the camera, “i’m y/n, i’ve been a part of the vlog squad for a while now?” a series of nods followed through the girls, “i’m not dating anyone at the moment. i think my last relationship was about,” you squinted, “eight? nine months ago?”

carly sat up from where she was leaning, “ooo, tea. let’s hear about it.”

you shrugged, “he was kinda just really full of himself and it always felt like the relationship was about him and not me? i just wish i could’ve told myself earlier that there was no way that he would change for me and that i should really stop wasting my time waiting for it to happen.”

mariah looked over at you, “how long were you with him?”

you shook your head, “at least, like, six and a half months.” you heard a few sounds of disapproval, “and it sucks because on our six month anniversary, he literally didn’t do anything. he just brushed over it and went out with friends.”

you looked over at the camera, “don’t ever date a boy who acts like he’s too good for you and never puts you first. and i don’t mean that you have to be his top priority at all times, but make sure that he shows he cares for you in instances that he should already be caring for you.”

kristin gave you a high five, “totally, i get that and i respect that.” 

corinna smirked, “so, any hot guys in your life?” she laughed, “the vlog squad boys can count too, if you want them to.”

you raised a brow at her question, shaking your head in disagreement.

“so no guys you’ve got your eye on?” erin asked this time.

you felt like you were in a cliche sleepover, just with the addition of a camera recording your every word and action. you laughed and shook your head, “nah, not really.”

carly leaned closer, at this rate you felt like she’d fall off the couch if another juicy question was asked, “not even jeff?”

you shrugged, “i don’t even know him that well.”

kristin shoved your shoulder lightly from behind, “so what you’re saying is that if you knew him better..” she trailed off.

you laughed, “no, i don’t know! shut up, please!”

carly finally sat back in her seat, “do you at least find him attractive?”

“i think that’s an obvious answer. he’s attractive. literally everyone knows that.”

the girls quietly agreed, moving on from questions about jeff and onto more pressing matters, “what’s your favourite colour?”

***

the next day, you found yourself laying on david’s couch, the man of the house being outside recording some shots for his vlog. carly and erin had uploaded the video early this morning, claiming that the video didn’t have much to edit out except for long mukbang-esque clips of them eating popcorn and chips silently. you had laughed when carly told you.

“hey.”

you looked up from your phone to meet eyes with jeff. you pushed yourself up, “hi!”

he gave you a smirk, “so, i watched carly and erin’s video.”

you smiled, “did you?”

jeff sat down next to you, “well, i mean, i didn’t plan on–no offence–but i kept gettin’ tweets to watch for what you said and so i did.”

you groaned, “i’m not gonna feed your ego, wittek.”

he let out a laugh, “you got jokes, y/l/n.”

you cocked your head to the side, “you got balls.”

jeff smirked, “yeah, wanna see them?”

you groaned, swatting his arm as he laughed again.

jeff leaned his head back, “so, why not do it?”

you looked at him oddly, “excuse me?”

his eyes widened, “fuck, no, i meant like the video.”

you nodded your head, unconvinced. jeff noticed and gave you a playful shove, “about gettin’ to know each other, y/n. get ya mind outta the gutter.”

you shrugged, “sure, why not.”

the two of you sat criss-cross, facing each other on the couch, talking about anything and everything. you laughed as he told you about his brief and ‘dumb as shit’ acting career, grabbing your phone and instantly searching up his name. he noticed your screen loading and grabbed your phone from your hands, exclaiming on how it wasn’t something to be seen. you two calmed down after that, going back to talking about anything that came on your mind. unknowing to the two of you, david had walked back into his living room and had recorded a good portion of your interaction.

***

“--terally all your comments are about jeff and y/n.” you caught the end of matt’s voice as you entered david’s house. the boy had texted the group chat to come over as soon as possible, to start filming for his next vlog.

“comments about jeff and i on what?” you asked, slipping off your shoes before curling into david’s love sac. you were still tired from the late night before and had texted jeff to bring you an iced coffee on the way to david’s.

david gave you a glare, “my latest vlog. you’d know if you watched my videos and supported me like a real friend.”

matt let out a classic ‘ooooooh’s and you gave david a look, “david, you post at five in the morning. i can’t just wake up to watch them.”

david stuck his tongue out at you, “anyway, all the comments are asking whether you and jeff are together or not and how they ship you two a lot.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, “but david, we weren’t even in your vlog.”

david sheepishly smiled. you groaned and threw your head back. the sound of david’s front door opening sounded through the house, zane’s chatter instantly replacing the quietness of the house.

jeff smiled as he laid eyes on you all curled up on the love sac. he walked over to you and handed you your coffee. you smiled and leaned to the side, offering jeff the other half of the love sac. he plopped down next to you and smiled at the boys sitting across from him.

“...the fans might just be right.” you grabbed a pillow from the side and threw it at david’s head.

“right ‘bout what?” jeff looked confused.

“not--”

“david put a few seconds of you two talking yesterday in his vlog and all the fans are commenting about how they think you guys are a couple, might be a couple, or should be a couple.” matt listed off.

zane smiled as he read a few comments on the laptop, “y’all bein’ shipped, babyyy! hashtag otp.” he sucked on his straw, wiggling his brows at you and jeff.

this time it was you who stuck your tongue out, “shut up, zane. we’re not even dating.”

the three boys on the couch rolled their eyes and went back to waiting for the rest of the vlog squad to arrive.

jeff looked over at you, “does it bother you? the shipping thing?”

you took a sip of your coffee, “no, not really. does it bother you?”

“i wouldn’t have come up to you yesterday if it did.”

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[kodzuskook]

my type | jeff wittek

description: zane gets really drunk and goes to pick the reader up during a bit for the vlog and ends up tripping and causes the reader to get injured. jeff gets really worried. /// angry!jeff /// fluff

requested?: yes; [anonymous “Hii love your writings! Can you do one where the reader is good friends with Natalie so she’s always at David’s house, her & Jeff like each other but he won’t be in a relationship because he thinks she’s to good &pure for a person like him hes super protective of her &one night while filming Zane gets super drunk trying to be funny picks he up& runs away falling & hurting her and Jeff gets all defensive yelling how childish they are & takes her to the hospital where he finally just asks her out”]

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“please?” natalie gave you a pout.

you groaned, “nat, i don’t wanna stay!”

“jeff’s coming!”

“i don’t care!”

natalie stared at you for a second. you paused, “fine! but i’m not doing this because of jeff. hell, i’m not doing anything for jeff. because–before you say it–i don’t like him.”

natalie hummed unconvincingly. you threw a pillow at her, “natalie!”

she laughed, “i’m sorry! it’s just cute that you keep telling yourself you don’t like him.”

you rolled your eyes, you did not like jeff wittek.

you rolled yourself out of natalie’s bed–almost falling to the ground–and walked towards her closet, pulling out a cropped red sweater and black high waisted skinny jeans. something that you always found convenient was the fact that you and natalie had always been around the same size in clothing; ever since you were young.

natalie let out a whistle as you came out of the bathroom with your new outfit and makeup on. you gave her a smile and a wink before heading over to grab a pair of vans. you slipped them on and grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room area of david’s house.

you smiled at the already lively get together and got yourself a soda, deciding against getting drunk. you let out a giggle as zane walked past you, tripping over his feet every few seconds. the boy was already drunk.

you leaned against the pool table, searching for a certain boy. natalie walked past you, “five o’clock.”

you turned slightly to face the direction natalie had pointed out, your eyes instantly meeting the back of jeff’s head. you averted your eyes as he turned, hoping he hadn’t felt your gaze.

the boy from staten island turned his body to face you. he was grateful that you didn’t notice his gaze. jeff felt a smile rise to his face as he saw you throw your head back with laughter.

todd smirked, “you like y/n?”

jeff whipped his head to look at the boy in front of him, “what? no, no, i don’t.”

todd laughed, “sure didn’t seem like that, buddy. you just stared at her for a solid minute before i said something.”

jeff smacked todd in his chest, “i do not like y/n.”

todd rolled his eyes, “jeff, you do.”

“no,” jeff took a breath, “i-i don’t.” he muttered under his breath.

todd cocked his head, “i heard that.” he took a sip of the drink in his red solo cup, “what’s wrong with y/n?”

jeff sighed, “there’s nothin’ wrong with her, it’s just the fact that she is y/n.”

todd furrowed his brows, “and?”

“she’s pure, she’s innocent. she wouldn’t wanna be with a guy like me. i’ve been to jail, man. multiple arrests. i was a drug dealer, for fuck’s sake.” jeff ran his hands down his face, “she’s too good for a person like me.”

todd frowned at his friend, “jeff, you’re a good guy. you deserve to be happy. and if you think that y/n isn’t what you deserve, you’re wrong.” todd looked over to where you were standing, now chatting with scotty, “i’ve known that girl for a while now. she’s easy to read to me. she likes you, jeff. no amount of fucked up is gonna change that for her.”

jeff ignored the feeling he got when he heard todd say that the feelings were reciprocated, “i don’t know, man.” 

his friend shrugged, “i’m just saying, jeff, you gotta stop letting your past define you and control you. i’ve been around you long enough to know that y/n would be lucky to have a man like you by her side.” todd pat jeff’s shoulder as he walked away from him.

jeff sighed, his thoughts taking his mind completely. he was in his own world, completely and wholly detached from the rest of his surroundings.

you looked over at where the boy had sat down, he looked conflicted. you made your move to go towards him but were stopped as david came into your path with a camera.

“hello, dave. how may i be of service today, sir?” you joked.

david pulled a playful stern look, “that’s mr. dobrik to you, y/n. i hope you never make an unprofessional remark like that again.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, unknowing to the fact that his camera was already rolling and his conversation was just part of his bit. you moved to grab his camera but let out a yelp as you felt your body get hoisted into the air.

“oh my god!”

zane laughed from under you, running in circles around david’s pool table. you screamed in slight fear, the concept of a drunk zane running around with you in his arms seemed dangerous.

jeff’s eyes peeled away from the ground and onto the retreating figure of zane. it seemed as if time slowed when jeff noticed zane’s sloppy steps. the staten island boy went to stand up, but was too late as zane had clumsily tripped over his own two feet and landed on top of y/n, who’s head had slammed into the ground.

your head instantly began to hurt. you let out a groan mixed with a whine, your hand instantly going towards the back of your head. the lights blurred, figures became shadows and your movements became slow. a ringing in your ears made you moan in annoyance and pain.

jeff rushes over to where you were laying. his ears flared up with anger and he turned to zane and david.

“you fuckin’ dumbasses!” jeff yelled, “do you not realize how fuckin’ dangerous that little stunt was?”

zane sobered significantly since the fall, still tripping over words slightly, “jeff, i-i’m sor-sorry.”

jeff was annoyed, angry and worried. he turned to david, “do you not think, david? i’ve never seen a night where a drunk zane was stable enough to hold his own body weight. what fuckin’ gave you the impression he could do that and hold y/n?”

david’s face showed clear signs of worry and guilt. he opened his mouth to speak but instantly stopped as his words got stuck in his mouth. his eyes widened as natalie, who was tending to your injury, pulled her hand back, covered mainly in red.

blood.

jeff followed david’s eyes and instantly rushed to y/n’s side, his anger diminishing down to worry and care.

it took a few seconds for you to become aware of your surroundings, but when you did, you instantly heard jeff’s angry voice and were met with the staten islander’s beautiful brown eyes

“can someone get a fuckin’ towel? she’s bleedin’ the fuck out!” jeff’s voice was filled with annoyance and authority. he turned his attention back to you, instantly muttering out sweet little ‘you’re gonna be okay’s as soon as he saw your eyes open.

you pulled your hand away from your head, the hand feeling sticky. you pulled your head up a little to see what was on your hand. jeff gently and instantly reached over and pulled your hand down, and made you relax back, now leaning on him slightly.

“that’s blood.” you were still a little out of it, “is someone bleeding?” jeff looked pained, “is-is this my blood? am i bleeding? oh my god, i’m bleeding.”

jeff grabbed the towel from david’s hands and instantly pressing it against your cut, whispering a quiet ‘i know, princess. i’m sorry.’ as you flinched.

the boy scooped you into his arms, telling the partygoers that you’d have to be taken to the hospital to probably get stitches. he placed you in the back of his car, natalie sitting next to you while david got in the front with jeff.

the boy drove to the hospital as fast as possible, his heart racing as his mind filled with worst-case scenarios. his grip around the wheel tightened slightly every time he heard you groan.

the wait at the hospital was tense. the rest of the vlog squad had sobered up and had arrived at the hospital through ubers. they sat in the waiting room, sitting up straight when the doctor who you had been appointed to came over to you guys.

jeff instantly stood up and met the doctor halfway, “how is she?”

“she’s okay.” jeff let out a breath as the doctor continued, “nothing too serious. a small concussion that should clear up in a week. she’d lost a lot of blood so we had to give her a blood transfusion and stitch her up. she’s fine right now. you may all see her, if you would like. i would however recommend going two by two or one by one because of the concussion.”

the group all murmured agreements and the doctor left after telling them the number of y/n’s room.

two by two, the squad all shuffled in and out of your room, jeff being the last one to go in because he’d ‘want a lot of time with her and these boys need to be rounded up for bed.’

jeff gave you a small smile and walked over to your side. he grabbed your hand and sat down on the chair next to your bed.

you gave him a small, warm smile, “hi.”

jeff let out a soft hum, “hi.”

you put your hand up and poked his cheek, “smile. i like your dimples.”

the boy let out a light laugh, his dimple showing and instantly being poked by you. he could tell you were still a bit looped from the anesthesia the doctors gave you before stitching you up.

you moved your fingers to the back of your head, “the doctors stitched me.”

jeff pulled your hand away from your bandage, “they did, princess.”

you pouted, “zane hurt me.”

you watched as jeff let out a breathy laugh, “that he did, princess. but you’re okay now.”

you gave the boy a goofy smile, “i’m okay though.” you looked away for a second, “happy, too. because you’re here now.”

jeff smiled, “i’m always here.”

you and the boy talked for a while, you felt yourself sobering up as every minute passed.

you observed the boy sitting next to you, “you look tired.”

“i’m tired,” jeff shrugged. 

you frowned, “jeff, you can go home. the doctors said i can leave as soon as two hours pass. i could get an uber home or something. really. it’s not like i’m dying.”

jeff shook his head, “no. i’m stayin’.” he sat up, grabbing your hand, “do you have any idea how much you scared me tonight, princess?”

you shook your head lightly to avoid any pain. the boy continued, “i thought you were really in trouble. my mind kept tellin’ me that you were gonna lose too much blood or that you’d wake up and forget who i am, or that you’d die from blood loss. i-i was so scared, y/n.”

the seriousness and pain in jeff’s eyes made you squeeze his hand, “i never came around to tellin’ you, but after tonight. after seeing you on the floor, bleeding. i realized i can’t live without you, y/n. and i can’t live without you knowin’ how i feel.”

the boy looked down at your intertwined hands for a second before looking up, his eyes shining, “i like you, y/n. and i have for a long ass time.”

you held your breath as he started to ramble, “you can say whatever you want. you can reject me if you want. i know i’m not the one you deserve. i know. and you can tell me too because it’ll hurt, but it won’t hurt as much as almost losin’ you today. i really like you. i tried to hide it, to ignore it but i couldn’t. and todd told me you liked me too, but why would you? you shouldn’t like me. i’m a bad influence. i’m known for goin’ to jail. why would you like a scum like me whe-”

“-jeff, i like you, too.”

jeff stopped talking, “what?”

you squeezed his hand and gave him a smile, “god, jeff. i’ve liked you for a while now. i just always thought you’d never like someone like me.”

he cocked his head, “what do you mean someone like you?”

you shrugged, “it’s dumb.”

jeff gave you a look, “i just rambled out why you wouldn’t like me, now tell me, babygirl. why wouldn’t i like someone like you?”

“’cause i’m not,” you took a second to collect your words, “i’m not a baddie?”

jeff let out a laugh, “a baddie? y/n, what?”

you huffed, “i don’t know, okay! you’re a staten island bad boy who’s got this mysterious, brooding image and i just thought that there’d be no way you’d like someone like me.”

jeff smiled, leaning closer, “well, it’s a good thing i do, right?”

he placed his lips against yours, instantly causing your body to heat up. you kissed him back, your hands holding his face. he leaned back slightly, “go out with me?”

you opened your eyes and looked into his, “i’d love to.”

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[kodzuskook]

blindfold | jeff wittek

description: david needs vlog footage and jeff wants to surprise you. what better way than to make you wear a blindfold and lay on the ground?

requested?:

author’s note/disclaimer: this is a pretty short imagine so i apologize. this was the FIRST imagine i ever wrote for jeff sjdjfn

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“y/n, please.”

“david, no! fuck no!”

to say you were scared would be an understatement. all you came to david’s house for was your boyfriend; not for being told to be blindfolded and to lay down.

your eyes met jeff’s, “c’mon, jeff! please! tell david not to do this. what if he gets an animal and it bites me? what if it poisons me?”

jeff smirked, shrugging, “it won’t.”

you frowned, “have fun living without your girlfriend and with the weight that you could have saved her.”

jeff walked over to where you were standing, gently placing his hands on the sides of your face, “princess, nothin’ll happen to you. i’ll make sure of that.”

you pouted and jeff laughed, “y/n, baby, you’ll be fine. i would kill david if he did anythin’ to hurt you.”

“hey!” david frowned, letting out a light chuckle.

jeff gave you a quick kiss, “take the blindfold, baby.”

you gave jeff a look before turning to david and grabbing the blindfold, “i’m doing this for jeff. not for the content.”

david nodded, “fair, but please do give a good reaction.”

you laid down on the ground and reluctantly placed the blindfold over your eyes, “david, i think me crying over the snake you brought last time is good enough.”

you heard footsteps and david’s muffled laugh. your hands felt clammy and you started to hyperventilate a bit.

jeff noticed and walked over reaching for your hand. you flinched away thinking it was an animal. jeff let out a breathy laugh before reaching out again and grabbing your hand.

“you’re gonna be fine, princess. breathe.” jeff rubbed circles on your skin with his thumb.

david walked back, his camera in his right hand, the surprise held in his other arm, “look at these lovebirds. can’t leave them alone for a second.”

you scowled, “fuck you, david. this is your fault, bitch.”

jeff let out a chuckle, pulling his hand away from yours and walking towards david who gave him the surprise.

“okay, y/n. i’m gonna put the thing on you now.”

“jeff, please.” you whined, your eyes squeezed tighter under the blindfold as a weight pushed on your chest, “jeff. jeff. jeff. get it off. oh my god, jeff please. jeff!”

you pushed your body as close to the ground as possible, holding your breath. you squeaked as you felt the thing on top of you move. you felt the thing get up, “oh my god, david. please.”

the thing moved forward, towards your face. you felt paws.

“jeff, please. i know it’s not a snake. but please. is it like a baby bear? because that was really cute david. but you usually never repeat your surprises. please tell me you did for me. i’m gonna cry. david. jeff. will you guys please just, i don’t know, just get it off?” you continued to ramble. a sign that you were beyond nervous and anxious.

jeff’s muffled snickers filled the air, “you can take off your blindfold now.”

you mumbled out a no, “jeff, are you insane?” you took a deep breath as the thing moved slightly, “did you not watch birdbox with me like literally two months ago? jeff, i take my blindfold off, i die. do you understand the basics of the movie? that movie is this situ-jeff, get it off. get it off. get it off. it’s fucking moving. oh my god. jeff!”

jeff laughed loudly, walking forward and grabbing the animal off your chest and holding it in his arms. you quickly yanked off your blindfold, your eyes making their way to jeff, who had a huge smile on his face and a little dog in his hands. a little west highland white terrier.

your hands went up to your mouth, your eyes watering, “oh my god, jeff! it’s a westie!”

he let out a chuckle and held the little dog up, “i got nerf a brother!” he paused for a second, his brows furrowing a little bit, “a step-brother?”

you let your hands drop a bit, “what?”

jeff held out the puppy, “surprise!”

you shook your head, “no way.”

jeff handed you the puppy, “happy early birthday, y/n.”

“jeff, my birthday’s in seven months.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

jeff shrugged and david laughed, remind you that he was still here.

“david! did you get the footage you wanted?”

david nodded and you turned around, making your way to his sofa and sitting down with the little terrier pup in your hands.

“you really shouldn’t have.” you pouted at jeff.

he smiled, “for as long as i’ve known you, you’ve wanted this dog. i had to get it for you, baby.” jeff fixed his hat, “plus, i think nerf’s likin’ you a bit too much these days. you’re stealin’ my dog’s love. and my dog’s stealin’ my girl!”

you let out a giggle, leaning over to peck the boy’s lips, “thank you, jeff.”

you looked back at the little pup in your arms. you pulled him up to your face and smiled, “i shall call you,” you paused, looking up at jeff, “buddy wittek.”

jeff smiled, leaning over to give you a kiss before looking down at the pup, “hey, buddy. i’m your dad.”

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[kodzuskook]

being best friends with jeff would include...

hikes

a lot of hikes

seriously, a lot ! of ! hikes !

“y/n get off your lazy ass.”

“shut up, jeff. my stamina is better than yours.”

him spilling his heart out to you

sometimes, a lot of tears are shed

helping him get over a break-up

him doing the same for you

being best friends with his parents

“i like your parents more than you.”

“they like you more than they like me.”

making fun of his past jail sentences

“what are you gonna do, jeff? sell drugs?”

“y/n i will beat your ass if you don’t shut up.”

tending to his wounds after david shoots him with a paintball gun

a lot of scary movies

him joking about chopping your hair

“no, you can not practice cutting girl hair with mine.”

mocking his accent

“aye, i’m wawkin’ ‘ere!”

“y/n, i don’t even say that.”

him scaring away boys because he doesn’t want you to get a broken heart

“are you guys dating?”

“no, gross!”

“thanks, y/n.”

him pulling you away every time dom came up to you at a party

him only showing his nice side to you

him always telling you his jokes first to get your approval

him being the most supportive friend ever

“y/n, you look beautiful.”

having the weirdest nicknames for each other

“aw, shucks. thanks, jeffie.”

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[kodzuskook]

colour mixing | jeff wittek

description: the reader wants jeff to paint with her. /// fluff

requested?: yes; [anonymous “reader’s artistic and paints a lot; dating jeff]

author’s note: didn’t give me much to work off of so i hope you like my vision // also, i’m canadian, i use the extra “u” i’m sORRY // uhh, there’s a scene in this that i practically ripped from icarly, oops?

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if it weren’t for the loud, yet soft music playing loudly from behind a closed door, one might’ve assumed no one was home. but, you were. and you had been since jeff had dropped you off after taking you out for breakfast.

you sat on the ground in front of the blank canvas, a pallette full of vibrant paints in your hands as you thought of how you would execute your idea. you cocked your head to the side, imagining the concept in your mind. the pallette was swapped for a pencil as you decided to sketch out the outline first.

you were painting jeff. well, a version of him, at least. you had always been focused on the message behind each painting rather than how it looked at the end. not that the end product didn’t matter; the amount of times you cried over your pieces because they weren’t how you had imagined them to be proved that it did.

the pencil was soon replaced by the pallette again and you quickly found yourself immersed in the process of adding colours to your drawing.

it wasn’t clear when jeff had arrived at your front door. or when he had let himself in. or for how long he was standing against the doorframe watching you paint what looked like a man.

your eyes flicked up at the sight of movement. jeff smiled brightly as he made eye contact with you. you smiled and called him over. the boy smiled, walking over to you and staring down at the painting in front of you.

“you’re paintin’ me?” jeff cocked an eyebrow at your smiling face, a smile pulling up on his face as he saw the specs of paint that you had accidentally gotten on your face.

“mhm,” you gave him an exaggerated cheeky smile.

jeff smirked, “doesn’t look like me that much.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, jeff’s heart swooning at the adorable sight in front of him, “clearly, it looks like you enough for you to be able to tell it was you.”

jeff shrugged, “i know what my face looks like.”

you rolled your eyes at the boy, “cocky bitch,” you muttered under your breath.

jeff scooped you in his arms, “excuse me, miss y/l/n. what was that?”

you pushed your face as close to his, “you’re a cocky bitch.”

jeff let go of you, his dimples present with his smile, “i’m wounded, baby.”

you shrugged before turning your attention back to the painting laying on the ground, “it’s kinda abstract. it’s got a message.”

jeff looked at you with slight confusion, “what’s the message?”

“love.”

jeff pulled your body against his, planting a soft kiss against your lips before pulling back, “you’re adorable, princess.”

your eyes light up, “paint with me!”

jeff shook his head instantly, letting go of you, “no, no, no. i don’ know how to paint.”

you cocked your head, “who cares? just paint something. anything.”

jeff looked at you for a few seconds, turning away as soon as you began to pull the puppy face on. he looked back at you a few seconds later, groaning before agreeing. he messed around with his hat as you went to go grab him an apron.

you smiled as jeff grabbed the apron from your hands and put it on, “you look adorable!”

jeff gave you an exaggerated frown, “i look like an idiot.”

you raised an eyebrow at the boy, “are you calling me an idiot?”

jeff sputtered for a second, “what, no! no, wait, that’s not what i meant.”

you giggled, “mhm, sure.”

you set up a painting station for jeff who trudged to the area with a slight scowl on his face.

you laughed at his expression, “cheer up, buttercup! it’s not like i’m gonna shoot you with a paintball gun.”

time went by fast. the room stayed relatively quiet except for the music and with the exception of jeff’s random string of curse words followed by an “i’m fixin’ it! it’s okay!”

you had finished around a little over a quarter of your painting when jeff declared he was done, “y/n, baby, you’re gonna love it!”

you clapped your hands and whooped, “let’s see it, mr. artist!”

jeff let out a chuckle, “drum roll, please!”

you giggled, hitting your hands against the ground repeatedly.

jeff flipped the canvas around, his painting coming into view. a huge stick figure painted with three different colours. blue, purple, red.

jeff gave you a smug look, “it’s a message. the blue is me. the red is you. together it’s purple. but there’s only one stick figure.”

you nodded, waiting for jeff to continue.

“you and i together are one. y/n and jeff.”

you smiled, “look at you being a thoughtful artist!”

jeff got up, walking towards you and pulling you up too. in less than a second, jeff swiped a paintbrush across your lips.

you gasped at the feeling of cold paint across your lips. jeff smiled, “you’re red.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, leaning down and dipping your finger in the blue paint before swiping it across jeff’s lips, “you’re blue.”

jeff leaned down and gave you a sweet kiss. he pulled away and you both looked at the new colour on each other’s lips, “we’re purple.”

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek imagine #painting #paint #vlog squad #vlogsquad #vlogsquad imagines #davids vlogs #david dobrik #jeffsbarbershopwrites #imagine #david’s vlog

[kodzuskook]

beautiful | jeff wittek

description: the reader confronts jeff about her insecurities. /// angst + fluff

requested?: yes; [ @ivanna6062 “I'm obsessed with Jeff and your fics!! Can we get a plus size reader w/ If you could change one thing about your body, what would you change?” “Nothing I'm beautiful.” makes the reader think about her relationship w Jeff and Why can't you hold me in the street?” a bit of angst but ends with fluff”]

author’s note: i changed the order of plot a bit.

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you frowned at the comments on david’s most recent vlog. there was a bit in the video with jeff sitting on the couch, your head in his lap while you played on your phone. an average day in the life of jeff and y/n; the new vlogsquad couple.

 she’s so fat, why’s jeff with her??

 is jeff really dating that pig of a girl?

 what the fuck? jeff deserves better.

 you closed your phone, the words hitting too close to your every insecurity. jeff was attractive. there’s no doubt in that. he was too attractive for someone like you.

 you sat in your bed, your destructive mind going wild as you clicked through different vlogs that you knew had a cameo of you in them. your fingers scrolled with ease to the comment section, fueling your insecurities with the mean words written by people behind screens.

 lol look how jeff won’t even touch his “girlfriend”

 jeff looks miserable

 look at jeff and his girlfriend lmaoooo he’s acting like he doesn’t even know her

 you were so immersed in every bad thing said about you that the sound of your bedroom opening and closing wasn’t heard by you.

 “baby?”

 your head shot up, your eyes finding jeff’s. you watched as his eyes softened and filled with worry. yours filled with confusion and fake happiness, hoping your expression hid your hurt and pain.

 you didn’t deserve jeff.

 “princess, are you cryin’?”

 your fingers went to feel your cheeks. wet. you wiped away your tears quickly, “no, i’m fine. it’s probably allergies or something.”

 jeff frowned, walking up to you, “princess, you don’t have allergies.”

 you shut your eyes at your idiocy. jeff cupped his hands around your face, “y/n, what’s wrong?”

 your mind went back to the comments that were on your phone.

 he won’t even touch her

 “do you not like me?” you blurted out, “are you ashamed of me?”

 jeff furrowed his brows, “baby, what? of course, i’m not ashamed of you. i like you, a lot. why? did someone say somethin’?”

 “i was just thinking of how you never touch me in public.” you pulled his hands from your face, “jeff, you’re dating me. yet in public you act as if you don’t want anyone to know. why? why, jeff? why don’t you hold me in the streets? am i not good enough for you?”

 jeff’s eyes showed complete sadness, “y/n, what are you talking about?”

 your eyes drifted to your phone on the bed, jeff’s following. suddenly, jeff realized where this was coming from.

 his hands went back up to your cheeks, pulling you to face him. he looked you in the eyes, “y/n l/n, i like you. so much. you’re beautiful inside and out. i’m not ashamed of you. every day, i wake up with a sense of pride ‘cause you’re my girl. no one else’s.” he took a breath, his accent getting stronger with every word, “i didn’t wanna rush ya, ya know? i didn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable in public. god, y/n, if only you knew how much i want to you hold you in public.”

 you opened your mouth, but jeff cut you off already knowing what you were gonna say, “all of you. you’re perfect. you’re amazin’. fuck, y/n, your body is absolutely breathtakin’. fuck anyone else who has somethin’ else to say. you’re mine and i couldn’t be happier. who fuckin’ cares if you don’t look like a damn barbie? i’m here with you. not with them.”

 your lips perked up slightly before falling down, “but why?”

 “‘cause you’re so much more than ev’ryone else. you don’t try to be someone else, either.” he looked into your eyes, “i’m datin’ you ‘cause i fell in love with you, beautiful. not them.”

***

erin set up the camera, deciding last minute for you and jeff to do a quick q&a for her and carly’s channel.

 “a lot of people have asked questions about you two and your relationship.” carly smiled, “it’s all that everyone’s talking about.”

 you laughed as jeff pulled you into him. jeff smiled at the camera as erin sat down in her spot.

 the two girls quickly did their intro while you and jeff messed around on the side. jeff flicked your neck. you squirmed away, swatting jeff on the side. he grabbed your hands and stared you down, his eyes shining bright.

 “guys?” you and jeff looked up at carly, “it’s your turn to introduce yourselves.”

 “my name’s jeff,” jeff shook his head lightly, closing his eyes as he awaited your laughs.

 unsurprisingly, you, erin and carly began laughing loudly at the reference. jeff rolled his eyes jokingly at your shaking figure, “yeah, yeah, we get it. ha ha.”

 you put your hand up to your mouth, a little giggle escaping your lips. you turned to the camera, “hi, i’m y/n.”

 erin looked at you, “and?”

 you cocked your head, “and..” you looked over at carly who was gesturing secretively at jeff, “oh! and i’m jeff’s girlfriend.”

 jeff nodded with a huge smile, humming in agreement.

 the questions came rolling, jeff made sure to check up on how you were holding up when carly scrolled past a questions regarding your weight.

 erin pointed to a question, “if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?”

 everyone answered the question starting from erin to carly to jeff and to you.

 you looked over at jeff, a smile on your face as you thought back to four days ago, “nothing.” you smiled, “i’m beautiful the way i am and i can’t believe it took me this long to realize it.”

 the girls cheered at your answer, “yay! self love!”

 jeff smiled and leaned in for a kiss, “i love you.”

 “i love you, too.”

 five days ago, if asked, you would have said your weight. but now, you had a strong support to remind you of your beauty constantly. you had jeff wittek. and when you have jeff wittek by your side, nothing can hurt you.

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek imagine #imagine #jeff wittek x reader #vlog squad #jeffsbarbershopwrites #vlogsquad #vlog squad imagines #david’s vlog #david dobrik

[kodzuskook]

valentine’s day with jeff would include...

him getting the whole vlog squad to help him set up for a date

todd dressing up as cupid and “shooting” jeff with an arrow to signify him falling in love for you

teasing jeff about how whipped he is

lots of blushing

from both ends

“who needs blush when you got cheeks like y/n and jeff’s, huh?”

him leaving little “secret admirer” valentine’s gifts behind but you know they’re from him because they smell like his cologne

him claiming to hate valentine’s day but also going all out

“jeff, you said you hated valentine’s day.”

“listen, y/n. i’m tryin’ to be romantic here!”

making jokes that jeff found dumb

“i would rob all the drug dealers in the world for you.”

“y/n, stop.”

memes

not shopping at a mall but instead going to a drugstore and finding the cheesiest valentine’s day cards for each other

champagne, because “we’re keepin’ it classy, today, y/n”

lots of kisses

him showing off his girl

“damn, look at my girl go!”

him shutting down any guy who tried to compliment you

“dom, shut the fuck up, man. that’s my girl!”

“i just said she looked nice!”

him trying to spend a lot on a gift but having to stop trying because you won’t allow it

peppering jeff’s face with kisses, leaving red lip stains behind

#jeff wittek imagine #jeff #jeff wittek #valentinesday #jeff witteck x reader #vlog squad #vlogsquad #david dobrik #headcanon #valentines day #valentines day ended like thirty minutes ago for me #really shitty im sorry #jeff wittek fluff #jeffsbarbershopwrites

[kodzuskook]

Cartier | Jeff Wittek

description: how your six month anniversary with jeff went.

requested?: yes; [anonymous “okay so i know you said you could attempt but i just wanted to confirm you will be writing a jeff imagine to cartier by bazzi??”]

disclaimer/author’s note: loosely based off of the song // also; i’m not a smut writer and i know that with this song, you’d have a pretty good smutty fic but! i tried something new for it because i’ve never written a smut and who knows? maybe i’ll come back to it once i know how to write smut?? (probably not) // I FEEL LIKE I HYPED THIS TOO MUCH AND IT PROBABLY SUCKS BUT ENJOY 💞

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you and jeff had been dating for about nine months now.

sometimes, it felt hard. there’s no denying jeff was an attractive man. wherever he went, there would always be at least one girl vying for his attention. but jeff was always quick to remind them who’s he was. he was committed to your relationship.

jeff had his mind set on you. he found you beautiful. inside and out. you were rare. you loved him-all of him-for who he was. to him, you were ethereal and it surprised him that you never saw your beauty. it confused him that you never saw just how much attention you would get from men when you two went out. but he never complained. you were his. you knew that.

on your six month anniversary, jeff had bought you a cartier bracelet. you hated necklaces; the feeling they gave you went they got cold and then touched your bare chest made you uncomfortable and jeff knew that, resorting to the next best thing before a ring. besides, jeff took the screwdriver in the form of a necklace; always on his person.

you told him to give it back, he shut you up with a kiss and shook his head, “you’re my girl. others gotta know somehow.”

it took a while for you to accept the expensive gift. jeff consistently reminded you of your worth and how the cartier bracelet cost nothing in comparison to you: “you by my side makes me the richest man in the world, princess. this bracelet is nothin’.”

it was safe to say that jeff had quite an eventful night after those words left his mouth.

the room filled with heat and lust. clothes were strewn across the floor. marks were left scattered across each other’s bodies. sounds and words escaped mouths. your body was flush against jeff’s. nothing creating a barrier between you two, but the accessories from cartier.

ever since that night, jeff had requested you never take the bracelet off, not that you’d want to anyway. something about it made jeff proud. you were his. he was yours. and together you were one.

that night was a turning point in your relationship. everything from that point on had been more intimate. more nights under the sheet. more romantic. more touching. more craving. you and jeff had become something new.

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek imagine #imagine #jett wittek relationship #vlogsquad #vlog squad #david’s vlog #cartier #bazzi #andrew bazzi #davids vlogs #jeffsbarbershopwrites #i feel like i hyped this up too much and it actually sucks so please

[kodzuskook]

As You Are | Jeff Wittek

description: the reader and jeff have a conversation about the reader’s view on herself. (soft!jeff)

requested?: yes; [anonymous “okay so idk if you’ve heard of as you are by the weeknd but honestly the lyrics are so moving and make me so emotional that i think itd be great to use as inspiration for a jeff x reader imagineee”]

author’s note: dear anon, after writing beautiful, i feel like i covered a lot of the concepts in this song through that imagine, however i attempted to follow this song without copying the same dialogue from my other imagine. i hope i did your request some justice. // also, i apologize for it being so short. like i said, because of the repeated content, i didn’t have much to work with!!

credits: @zanesgirlfriend !! she helped me edit and add some parts into this story so thank you, rey! this was our first collab if you don’t count the time i helped her come up with questions for her nervous nerf imagine.

jeff twirled you around in your room, giggles escaping your mouth as you spun. the weeknd’s voice echoed against the walls.

he pulled you against his body, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. he left a few soft kisses before pulling back and dragging you to the bed.

“you are so beautiful.” jeff smiled, staring down at you from where he lay on the bed.

you blushed, covering you face with your hands, “thank you, but you’re wrong.” your cheeks turned a deep red and your words were mumbled.

jeff furrowed his brows, “what? you’re breakin’ my heart, darlin’. you’re an angel.” his words were soft and genuine.

you sat up, your cheeks still aflame, “again, thank you, but i’m not, jeff. i’m the furthest thing from an angel.”

jeff sat up with you, “you are the most gorgeous person i have ever laid my eyes on, y/n. how do you not see it, angel?”

you shrugged, wringing your fingers, “i’ve never had someone say that to me honestly. any person who’s ever said that to me has moved on to someone better. left me behind because i wasn’t good enough.”

you never knew why you were so open with jeff. especially after only knowing him for about nine months and dating him for two. usually it took you a year to fully warm up to someone, but it was different with jeff. you always felt like you could speak without being judged in the slightest.

“any guy i’ve ever been with has left me broken. said that i wasn’t giving him enough.” you looked up at jeff, “both my relationships, i’ve been cheated on. since then, i just, i’ve always been scared to open up to people.”

jeff wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, “baby, i see you in a different light. fuck whatever they had to say about you. i love you as you are, and you’re mine because you’re beautiful. gorgeous. you’re mine because i can’t see myself lovin’ anyone else as much as i know i will for you.”

his words shocked you for a moment and you cocked your head, “love?”

jeff smiled, “i haven’t said it to you yet, but i know what i’m feelin’. and what i’m feelin’ is love.” he pulled his head back a bit, “but i don’t wanna rush you, darlin’. you can tell me whenever you feel it. just know that i’m always feelin’ it.”

you wrapped your hands around his neck, “you can say it.” you smiled.

jeff pulled you closer to him, “i love you.”

you smiled, “i’m not there yet but i can feel it, j. i really like you.”

jeff leaned in for a kiss, “i really, really like you, too.”

#jeff wittek #imagine #vlog squad #jeff #jeff wittek x reader #david dobrik #jeffsbarbershopwrites #zanesgirlfriend #vlogsquad #david’s vlog #the weeknd #as you are #song #imagines #vlogsquad imagines

[kodzuskook]

whipped | jeff wittek

description: jeff talks about you to the boys after a bit for the vlog, not realizing the camera was still recording. /// fluff

requested?: yes; [ @cracraforfandoms “Ah omg!!! I love ur Jeff headcannons!! Omg also if u write an imagine about fluffy Jeff and him being whipped and it making it into the vlog (aka David exposes ur relationship to the fans) I would be eternally grateful!! But I love ur ish plz keep it up regardless!”]

disclaimer/author’s note: i’m horrible at writing so i hope this is decent. also, though third person, this is written in jeff’s pov; rather than it being “you”, you’re referred as “y/n”.

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“david,” jeff’s eyes widened, ”david! david, no.” he tried to squirm away, “fuck, david, stop!”

  david let out a laugh, the paintball gun in his hands aimed toward jeff’s leg, “any last words, jeff?”

  jeff tried to push against todd and zane, hoping to somehow get out of the car, “david, i have a fuckin’ date tonight.” his eyes widened at what he said, “cut that shit out.”

  he tried to get up, not realizing the smile david gave to his camera on the dashboard as his finger pushed on the trigger. jeff let out a loud grunt, his hands instantly finding their way to the outside of his thigh. todd’s laughs bellowed through the car as zane wheezed out his laughs.

  the staten island boy got out of the car, light chuckles escaping his mouth as he pulled his hand away from his thigh. david got out of the drivers seat, laughing, his camera facing jeff as he asked to see the skin.

  “fuck, man,” jeff winced at the sight of the swollen, red and slightly bloody point of impact.

  he looked back up at david, “hurts like a motherfucker, david.”

  david released another round of laughter, “at least you’re a hundred dollars richer.”

  jeff smiled, “i know a way to spend that money.”

  david pushed the camera up into jeff’s face, “sounds a bit suspicious.”

 jeff smirked, pushing the camera away from him, “you’d know huh, david?”

 david gave jeff a look before turning his camera off. the boys sat back in the car, which for some reason was still in david’s driveway.

 “so, jeff.” the smith boy looked over at his friend, “how’s y/n?”

 jeff’s smirk instantly turned into smile, his eyes moving to the camera on the dashboard, making sure it wasn’t recording. “she’s great. god, she’s really somethin’.”

 todd smiled, “i’m glad, jeff. you deserve this. she makes you happy. that’s good.”

 david nodded, “yeah, you’re less of a dick now. even the comment section thinks you’re getting a bit nicer.”

 jeff fake-punched david’s arm, “shut the fuck up, david.”

 “aaand he’s back,” david laughed.

 jeff smiled, his hands covering his face as he mumbled out, “she’s perfect. she’s so perfect. and i feel like i’m gonna fuck it up somehow.”

 zane pulled his arm around jeff’s shoulders, “oh baby, no! you’re doing great. she really likes you. you guys are great. you won’t mess it up.”

 todd nodded, “have you talked about making it public?”

 jeff sighed, leaning his head back, “she said she’s not ready. and honestly, i get it.”

 jeff went to say more, his ringtone cutting him off. he fished his phone out of his pocket, smiling at the contact picture on his screen. you smiling like an idiot while holding nerf like a baby.

 he grinned sheepishly, “gotta take this,” he climbed over the console and hopped out of the passenger’s seat. zane made a whipping sound, the other two boys in the car laughing but agreeing.

 jeff was whipped.

***

it wasn’t until the next morning that jeff had figured something was wrong.

 waking up to the sound of a phone ringing right next to your ear is never a good start to the day; jeff fell off his couch, his hand flying to turn the phone’s sound off. it took him a few seconds to comprehend what’s happening and where he was before his mind went back to last nights events.

 the date.

 it was amazing. it was better than amazing. jeff realized that what he felt for y/n definitely wasn’t just a crush. he really liked you.

 the phone chimed again, jeff scrambling to grab it and flip it to silent. this time, his screen showed a few texts.

 “did you watch david’s vlog?” todd.

 “jeff, you’re so cute what the fuck??” carly.

 “david’s vlog- oh my god, softie!” matt.

 “you didn’t tell me you were dating my fucking sister.” y/n’s brother.

 wait, what? no one knew but the vlog squad. how the hell did y/n’s brother find out about you two when it wasn’t even official.

 jeff scrolled through his notifications, almost all of them mentioned david’s vlog. jeff opened the youtube app, his finger clicking on david’s most recent vlog; posted one hour ago.

 jeff skipped through the first two and a half minutes, stopping once he reached the bit with the paintball gun. the bit flowed like it would have, david making sure to cut out the comment jeff made about his date. the ending credits played; earlier than usually.

 jeff felt confused. however, just as he was about to click off the app, he heard his voice start talking. talking about y/n.

 his eyes widened, he ran to his room, getting ready to be even the slightest bit presentable before rushing out the door and driving to y/n’s house. running up, he knocked on her door, wringing his fingers lightly as he waited.

 the instant the door opened, jeff started blurting our words, “y/n, i’m so sorry. if i had known david was recor-“

 y/n pressed her lips against his before pulling away, “it’s okay, jeff. i didn’t realize it but i’m so ready to tell the world you’re mine.”

 jeff smiled, “i’m glad, princess.”

 y/n smiled back, “you are pretty whipped, though.”

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek headcanon #jeff wittek imagine #love #vlog squad #vlogsquad #david dobrik #fluff #soft #feels #jeffsbarbershopwrites

[kodzuskook]

protective jeff would include...

him staring down anyone who gets too close to you

him willing to deck anyone in the face if they so much as even look at you in the wrong way

him requesting you to text him as soon as you reach home

one time you forgot

he got david to drive him to your house

only to find you asleep on the couch with an empty tub of ice cream next to you

you teasing him about how easily jealous he gets

“i’m not jealous. i’m just protective. i don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

him constantly reminding you of how someone had to be careful in your relationship

“if you didn’t have me lookin’ out for you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch.”

“jeff! that’s a tad bit dramatic, no?”

“y/n, you’re clumsy as fuck. you literally just tripped over your own feet and almost slammed your head into the counter.”

him holding your hand in public to scare guys away

him always being the one who’s against any blindfolded surprises in david’s vlogs because you might get hurt

“hey, y/n! do you wanna help me out for this bit? you just gotta lay down blindfolded.”

“sure why n-“

“no. she doesn’t wanna help.”

“jef-“

“fuck no, david. i’m not gonna put my girlfriend in danger for vlog content.”

“jeff, i’ll be fine.”

“no.”

him flipping his shit if he finds any scratch, cut or bruise on you

him accepting to be shot by a paintball gun four times in a row than to let you do a dangerous bit for the vlog

requested by anon

#jeff #jeff wittek #jeff wittek headcanon #headcanon #protective #protective headcanon #davids vlogs #vlog squad #vlogsquad #jeffsbarbershopwrites #david dobrik

[kodzuskook]

laser tag with jeff would include...

originally planning to go paintballing but ditching the plan because of jeff and his fear that david would come out of nowhere to shoot him

being on opposite teams

playing with a bunch of young teenaged boys who jeff scares away

“jeff, those are my team members! stop scaring them away!”

“he was flirtin’!”

him blurting our compliments in hopes of you not shooting the laser at him

lots of tickle fights

lots of teasing

him pushing you into a corner, leaning in for a kiss before shooting and running away

“cheater.”

“baby, i’m sorry.”

“no, you’re not.”

“no, i am not. did you see your face?!”

“jeff!”

purposely tripping to fool jeff

“i wanna ask if you’re okay, but you might be playin’.”

jeff’s team losing because he didn’t realize how many times he’d been shot

your team praising you for teasing and cornering jeff

“i hate laser tag.”

“cheer up, buttercup. better luck next time.

#jeff wittek imagine #jeff imagine #jeff #jeff witteck x reader #headcanon #jeff wittek headcanon #laser tag headcanon #laser tag #vlog squad #vlogsquad #david dobrik #dating #jeff wittek fluff #jeffsbarbershopwrites

[kodzuskook]

stress relief | jeff wittek

description: jeff comes home from david’s late at night and finds you overworking yourself. /// fluff

requested?: yes; [anonymous “hi im soft af for jeff pls do a fluffy ass blurb of jeff taking care of his gf (reader) when she’s stressing out with uni stuff”]

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you clicked your pen a few times, reading the same line over and over again. nothing made sense. you couldn’t understand anything. you were sure that if someone was to ask you what two plus two was, you’d say seventeen. you were worn out. but you had an exam in two days and couldn’t waste any more time not studying.

  you didn’t know how long you sat at that desk chair for. all you knew was that your laptop had died twice and was now plugged in, charging for the third time this night. you didn’t realize it was nearing two in the morning until you heard the front door unlocking and opening. you focused back on your work, ignoring the fact that your boyfriend was now home from david’s place. 

 you wrote down a few more chemical formulas, cursing yourself for majoring in something that had to do with formulas and equations.

 jeff’s footsteps seemed closer than they had been a minute ago, the creaking of the door distracted you for a second before you went back to your work.

 “y/n?” a familiar voice sounded through the room.

 you raised a hand in the air, waving out to the boy behind you before bringing it back down, reaching towards a calculator, “hey, j.”

 the boy walked towards your chair and twirled you around so you were face to face with him and not your insane amount of notes, “you should be asleep.”

you gave him a frown, “i was studying.”

 jeff grabbed the pen and calculator from your hands, setting them on the desk behind you before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, “not anymore.”

 you squeaked at the sudden movement before smacking your fists against his back, “jeff, let me go! i need to study! do you want me to fail? jeff, how will i pay off my university debt if i don’t have a degree that’ll help me get a job to pay it off?!”

 jeff placed you on the counter of your bathroom, “i don’t want you to fail, so i’m makin’ you sleep. baby, i could tell from a few feet away that you weren’t understandin’ shit.”

 he looked over at your tired eyes, “y/n, i told you not to study with your lens on. now, we gotta take ‘em out.”

 you whined, “my glasses are ugly. i’d rather be blind than be seen in those glasses, thank you very much.”

 jeff rolled his eyes, “you look great in ‘em.”

 he washed his hands and dried them before looking at you expectantly. you groaned and gave him puppy eyes to which he huffed and pulled your face towards him.

 “you’ve really gotta stop putting on lens if you don’t even know how to take them out.”

 it was your turn to huff now, “excuse me, mr. wittek. i know how to take them out, i just don’t want to.”

 jeff pulled his fingers away from your eyes, tossing the contact lens into the trash as they were dailies.

 he gave you a sweet smile before turning around and walking towards the door, “you’re tense.”

 you shrugged, “it’s exam season.”

 “no; it’s night time. which means you’re gonna take a hot shower and get ready for bed while i,” he turned around, “i’m gonna put away your things and get ready for bed too.”

 you smiled at your boyfriend, secretly very glad to be with a man that cared so much for you.

 when you got out of the shower, a shirtless jeff was sitting against the headboard on his side of the bed, scrolling through his phone. his eyes looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and he locked his phone and put it on the nightstand next to him.

 “there’s my baby,” jeff smiled and put his arms out. you smiled and made your to the bed, setting yourself next to the boy from staten island.

 he laid himself down next to you, wrapping his arms around, smiling as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck.

 “goodnight, princess.” he kissed your head, “i love you.”

 you mumbled out a quick “goodnight and i love you, too,” before falling asleep in jeff’s arms.

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OLD ARCHIVE  → THE MASTERLIST OF MASTERLISTS

— by no one’s favourite writer

YOUTUBERS

↳ Masterlist

MARVEL

↳ Masterlist

(i no longer write for youtubers ok thx)

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3:15 | David Dobrik

description: david and you dated before he moved to la to pursue bigger things. one day, david’s really missing you and calls you.

requested?: yes [anonymous “i know you don’t write for him but, can you write an imagine for david? it can really be anything you want. i just wanna see how it would be in your writing style. i like it a lot.”]

author’s note: based loosely around 3:15 by bazzi /// italics represent a flashback

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david laid back on his bed, wide awake. he had finished editing about half an hour ago, now consumed with his thoughts.

seeing the constant comments about his relationship status made david tired and reminded him of his true loneliness. sure, he had his friends. but, it just wasn’t the same. life after liza wasn’t the same. life after you wasn’t the same.

david’s mind drifted back to a few years ago; before he moved to los angeles; before he ever dated liza. back to when he had you.

you and david had dated for nearly two years. you, like natalie, had been one of his next door neighbors in vernon hills. you both instantly bonded, becoming the best of friends. high school hit and so did puberty, and david felt a change towards the way he saw you. it wasn’t until senior year of high school that he sucked up his fear of messing up and rejection and told you he liked you. lucky for david, you had liked him since before high school started and you guys decided to try it out.

the two of you were strong. everyone in the vernon hills gang loved you two together. it was a shock to them all when they were told you and david had broken up.

david looked over at you, “my flight’s booked.”

you looked over at him, your eyes showing your true emotions, “when are you leaving?”

“about a week from now.”

you nodded, letting the words sink in, “what’ll happen to us?”

david looked back up into the sky, “i don’t know, y/n.”

you frowned, “will we be able to handle long distance?”

david closed his eyes, taking in the moment, “i-i don’t know. i don’t think so.”

you let out a quiet whimper, squeezing your eyes to hide the watering, “oh.”

david sat up, turning to look at you, “i’m sorry. i just-does it ever? does long distance ever work?”

you sat up next to david, the air around you suddenly feeling unwelcoming. “i don’t know, david. we’ve always said we’re made to withstand everything.”

“i have to let you go. you’ll find someone better. i’m just david. you’re y/n.”

“but we’re david and y/n.”

you two didn’t break up until the night before david’s flight, hoping that you wouldn’t have to break it up but you two knew it would have to happen. things would change. maybe it’s better you were ending things while still in love rather than ending things once something upsetting happened.

“i’ll miss you, y/n. i’ll always love you.” david wiped away your tears with his right hand, his left hand holding onto yours.

“i’m gonna miss you, julian.” you sniffled.

david pitifully chuckled, “i can’t believe you still call me that.” he focused back on what he wanted to say, “you are the greatest thing that’s happened in my life, y/n. easily.”

“greater than vine?” you gave him a weak smile.

“much. and i hope you never forget that, y/n.” david pulled you into a hug, “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, julian.”

that was nearly four years ago. but for some reason, david’s mind was plagued with thoughts of your relationship. his hand felt around his bed for his phone, gripping against the apple product before pulling it to his face and opening up the contacts app.

you hated changing numbers. you always said it was a hassle having to give your new number out to people again. david wished that you still went by that, tapping on your number before raising it to his ear.

the phone rang for about four rings, david dejectedly moving to hang up the phone when your drowsy voice entered through the speaker, “hello?”

david froze.

“hellooo?” your voice came through again, shifting was heard from her end; pulling the phone away from her to see the caller id, “david?”

david’s eyes snapped open, him finally realizing what he had done, “h-hi, y-y/n”

“david? what the hell are you doing up at,” she pulled the phone back again, checking the time before calculating his time zone, “three fifteen in the morning? do you not sleep?”

she knew the answer. david’s schedule was fucked up. she knew; he’d do the same thing when the two of you were in school.

“guess not.” the silence was unnerving, “how are you?”

“well, david, i was asleep about a minute ago, so pretty tired.” you let out a breathy chuckle.

david’s mind went hazy, “oh shit, right. sorry, i can hang up. you should sleep. i know you don’t like being up before twelve on weekends.

you smiled softly at the fact that he remembered, “no, no, it’s fine. honestly.” you quieted down for a second, “...i missed you.”

“i missed you too.” david’s breathy voice entered through the phone.

“how’s la, julian?”

julian. julian. julian. you had called him julian. david’s mind went into overdrive.

“it’s been great. it’s a place where you’ve gotta be really committed to what you’re doing and i’m committed.” david let out a chuckle thinking of just how crazy his vlogs were.

y/n let out a soft laugh–david’s heart soaring once he heard it, “oh, i can see that, david. you’re finally embracing the inner sociopath you kept hidden since we were kids.”

david laughed loudly, his mind drifting back to when he’d convince you and natalie to do reckless things because he thought it would be cool.

“so, what is it you called me for at three in the morning? surely it wasn’t to wake me up at nearly five in the morning.”

the dryness in david’s throat went away and suddenly he felt comfortable talking to you, “you know how la really is?”

you furrowed your eyebrows at the sudden topic change, “what?”

“la is great. really. but it would have been better if you were here with me.” david collected his thoughts for a second, “you’re the only thing that makes me wish things were different.”

y/n remained silent.

“i wish you were here. that’s the reason i called. i didn’t know when i called you, but that’s why.”

y/n sighed, “david.”

david shook his head even though you couldn’t see it, “no, i wanna tell you everything i mean. everything i forgot to tell you. everything i realized.”

“fine.”

“when i was leaving for la, i told you that you were the greatest thing to have ever happened in my life. i wasn’t lying, y/n. to this day, you are the single most greatest thing in my life. i hate the fact that i let you go. we were david and y/n. we were made to withstand everything. and everything included long distance.” david cursed his stupidity.

“it hurts to see you laugh on ilya or dima’s stories. it hurts so much because i’m not the one behind it. i’m not the one who’s the reason behind making you smile. i’m not the one who’s making you laugh. not like i once did. i don’t think i’d ever be able to forget the feeling i felt whenever i heard your beautiful laugh and knew that i was the reason behind it. if i had it my way, i’d buy you a one way ticket to la.”

“these past four years, i’ve learned that no matter who i surround myself with, you will always be the best. you always brought out the best in me. you’re so amazing and you don’t even try. i hope you know that. fuck literally anyone who doubts you. you’re so perfect in every way and it broke me when you wouldn’t believe me. i hope you know i mean that completely.” david took a deep breath, pausing.

you opened your mouth to reply, being cut off by david again, “i’m not done.”

“maybe i’m stuck in the past; not willing to let it all go. but you can’t ignore what we had. you make me feel alive. you make me feel important. like i don’t need to do crazy pranks and crazy things just to make myself feel something. you’re better than any other girl i’ve met in la. you are so much more than these people. i miss you so much. it’s been four years since we’ve talked, y/n. and i’d understand if you hate me. i’d hate me too if i left so soon.”

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes pricking with tears, “oh, david.” you let out a shaky laugh, “i miss you so much, david. god, it’s been a shitty four years without you. it’s been hell. i know they say to detach yourself from anything to do with your ex but god, ever since you left, all i could do was keep up with your vlogs.”

“it pisses me off that you’re always behind the camera. the world needs to see more of you, david. you’re such a beautiful man. it’s an honour to even be able to say that i had the chance to date you. david, i miss you. and i love you, always have. i could never bring myself to hating you. you’re just too precious for it, julian. i love you and it tears me apart nearly every day.”

“i love you, too.” david smiled, “god, i always have. i just chose to ignore it.” he sat up, “would you be opposed if i were to make it my way and were to buy you a one-way ticket?”

“not at all,” you smiled, “i’d start packing.”

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[kodzuskook]

Feelings Fade | Jeff Wittek

description: after spending a majority of their relationship blaming himself as the cause of their downfall, jeff and his girlfriend break up.

requested?:

author’s note: i don’t know how to write descriptions???? but i hope you don’t hate this. this isn’t a jeff x reader but more so a birds eye on a failed relationship.

jeff was in love. infatuated with a beautiful girl. she was perfect. she was his present and his future.

but she changed.

and jeff ignored it.

“she’s just goin’ through somethin’” he’d reassure himself.

but she wasn’t.

and now his mind was plagued with thoughts.

it was his fault.

he caused this.

maybe he should’ve changed too.

she came home one night. jeff watched her with sad eyes, standing before her.

he opened his mouth, his pained voice asking her a single question, “you know i’d be lost without you, right?”

she gave him a weak smile, pulling her hand up to caress his face, “so would i.”

jeff pulled his head back a little, her hand dropping from his face as he let out a sigh, “i’m tired, okay?”

she cocked her head, “tired as in sleepy or what?”

he felt a current flow through him, “the secrets. the lies. the excuses. the fake words that you let leave from your mouth!”

the woman before him frowned, still seemingly confused, “jeff, what are you talking about?”

“you’ve changed, alright?” jeff’s voice shook, “maybe we’ve changed. whatever it is,” he closed his eyes, “just please. please make it better. i need you.”

the desperation in his voice was clear. jeff was near his breaking point.

words were said, things were thrown. she was furious. he was dejected. she gave the man one last look as she walked away. jeff looked to the ground, his eyes glistening with tears.

she was leaving his life.

jeff blinked at the sound of the door slamming shut, a tear betraying him, slipping down his face quickly.

he knew she didn’t care. but he let himself fall.

he wished he didn’t waste his time. he wished he didn’t believe she cared. she made it clear. jeff sat down on his bed.

ripped photos of the two covered his bed; she’d gotten angry. frustrated with his pleads.

jeff closed his eyes, the heels of his palms moving towards them as his face contorted in pain.

he loved her. he still did. but she doesn’t. she didn’t. never did.

he didn’t know what to do.

she was his world.

her feelings faded. there was a time she cared. jeff was sure of it.

she couldn’t fake something so raw, could she?

she changed. she’d changed before his eyes, yet the man would still be willing to say it was him who changed and ruined everything.

but he couldn’t.

jeff was still jeff. just with a broken heart.

she wasn’t his. she wasn’t his present. she wasn’t his future. she was his past.

jeff was hurting. he had given his all to this one woman and all she returned was a claw to the heart that ripped his heart to shreds.

his eyes made way to the box sitting behind a picture frame. there was a time where that box meant happiness to him, but now, the box on his desk made him angry.

a box. a ring. a reminder that he had fallen for the wrong one.

he thought she was the one.

he thought she would be his for the rest of his life.

but she left him. with nothing.

“she’s gone, jeff.”

he grabbed the box and threw it across his room.

his back hit the wall behind him and his eyes closed again.

who knows how many silent cries left his mouth, how many tears fell out his eyes, until he fell asleep. a broken heart on his sleeve, shattered happiness at his feet.

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