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jackiequick · 1 year

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What If The Daggers Were YouTubers 🎥 Headcanons

- Ok I had a small idea for a mini YouTuber Au for The Dagger Squad and here’s what I got!

Rooster - Day in a life of Rooster 🐓

This dude is a daily vlogger and does variety content. He also blogs a lot on his website (aka his Tumblr page). Rooster does a lot of rants and stuff on the things that he likes/doesn’t like, discussing topics of his feelings about growing up and tells stories about his life. Sometimes his videos are up to an 1 hour long of his chatting while doing chores or sitting down eating as he chats with his friends.

Vlogs on his life from the very morning to the end of his night, with music and simple creative transitions. His vlogs usually consistently shows his morning routine with his dog Lucas, him picking out his clothes for the day and running around town doing errands. Bradley tends to fixing stuff around his own little apartment complex and heading over to help build the new simple house, he want move into soon with his roommate, Hangman.

Bradley moves to play music a lot and always finds a way to include the music in his daily life, always finding new songs to add to his playlist. In which he would post his new favorite song or playlist on his social media like Twitter or Instagram. Speaking of music, Bradley has weekly specials videos of him playing his pianos and or guitar (sometimes livestream his sessions)

He is also doing a few challenge videos with the Daggers and plenty of collaborations with the gang. Since Bradley was a child he always loved the camera, especially since his father Nick and uncle Mav loved recording everything they did, so in result it lead to Rooster’s love for filming stuff and making mini movies in his backyard with his mama Carole. Now he likes to film YouTube videos with his uncle Maverick (who has his own YouTube channel as well) as they collaborated on ideas and entertaining jokes about their past.

Phoenix - Nix&Bob ❤️🧡

She has a shared YouTube channel with her man guy, Bob, but also has her separate channel for herself

Get ready with me videos, challenge games, rants and recommendations (She films and spreads the word on social media)

They both share the work load!

When she’s recording for the shared channel, the corner of the screen will always be titled Phoenix Cam

On her personal channels, Natasha is showing hacks, tips and tricks for things. As well as makeup, hairstyle and outfit videos! She is the most Stylish Dagger, having challenges where she dresses up her friends and family for a week too. It’s always a fun one to watch!

She is always on the go so you never know where you might see Natasha next. However on certain occasions, Nat will instead have a completely different types of videos set aside where she discuss the struggles and time where she felt not the most comfortable or not confident in her own skin, what it’s like being a woman and what’s going on inside her head. On a level she’s connecting with herself and her community she built!

Bob - Nix&Bob ❤️🧡

He has a shared YouTube channel with his girl, Phoenix, but also has he separate channel for himself

Get ready with me videos, challenge games, rants and recommendations (He edits videos and analyze comments)

They both share the work load!

When he’s recording for the shared channel, the corner of the screen will always be titled Bob Cam

On his personal channel, he tends to show editing tutorials, playing the guitar and building videos. Also as well traveling around the city! Sometimes Bob is driving to do errands while having his camera on site as he just chats with his camera like he’s talking with friends, building a connection with his community.

On occasions, just like Rooster he will just pull out his camera and just talk to it like he’s always to an actual human being and let out his thoughts and emotions on certain topics that’s been racking his brain with lately.

Hangman - Just Hanging Around 🎡

He’s all about a good time on his channel! Entertaining his audience with darling complements to his viewers, cracking a few jokes and taking them adventures with him.

Story time with Hangman, life advice and work out videos are tend to be shown a lot. How to stay fit and feel comfortable in your skin, having fun and eating as much delicious food as you can. Especially with his huge sweet tooth!

Jake tends to do simple vlogs and collaborating with his friends when he can. He loves to do morning and night routines videos, talking with his audience a lot. Building a community online, it keeps his motivated to keep doing videos as he response to comments.

He adores attending all the things he’s invited to and often jokes how he’s single and always ready to mingle ;) cause he is single! Jake sometimes jokes to the camera, “I’m gonna die alone!” While his roommate, Rooster laughs and rolls his eyes at him.

However, he did make a video on why he is single before, his past relationships and the type of lifestyle he wants to live. He said how he’s not looking for a lovely partner at the moment. But if the right person does come his way, he’ll be more than happy! But at the moment he’s perfectly happy with his life.

Coyote - Your Friendly Neighborhood Baker 🍰

Javy is a cook a heart and decided to make a channel on that! Baking all his favorite treats, delicious meals to eat anytime of day, baking cakes, different types of snacks and such.

Since Javy considers himself a huge nerdy fan of many things, he tends to make cakes and delicious treats based on the things he loved. For example he once made a cake stylized after his favorite sports team and another time, he made Star Wars cupcakes for his nephew birthday as well! Everyone loves he makes types of desserts.

He always has a sweet smile on his face and a warm glow as he bakes in his comfy clothes. Yes, he can get criticize for his style of baking and the types of videos he likes to make but Coyote tries not to let those comments get to him. Or he will discuss his own feeling on those issues with friends and family.

If he’s not baking he’s out recording himself hanging out with his friends. Playing football, collaborating with Hangman and teasing Nix&Bob on their channel sometimes.

Coyote always tends to do some daily vlogs and teaching his audience on things he likes do, sometimes he’s even playing guitar. Which result in him offer being seen in Rooster’s videos.

Payback - Take It One Step At Time 🐢

He has a shared YouTube channel with his homeboy, Fanboy, but also has he separate channel for himself

Payback is a simple guy. He loves doing daily vlogs with simple tips and tricks on how improve small things around the house. Like your own little handyman.

He also does a lot of sit down videos. In which where he discussed things and experiences that he has, because he knows everyone is always going though the same thing and it always helps to feel heard and or understood on a certain level.

Ruben says to his audience to always enjoy the little things in life and try to romanticize the simple stuff. Even if it’s just cleaning your house, cooking a meal, going to a appointment and or just getting ready for the next day, try to make it fun/easier with things like adding music or dress up in a way that makes you feel good!

Ruben always tries to make sure his community, friends and family are comfortable with his content. He sometimes will get feedback from his friends and teammates on his video before or after he uploads them. Sometimes it’s good feedback and sometimes it’s just some feedback to improve for next time.

Fanboy - Nerdiest Place On Earth 🎞

“Welcome to one of the nerdiest place of earth!” Fanboy will always say as a greeting to his audience once the camera is on him with a cheerful grin as he will introduce himself.

Yes, Mickey has a shared YouTube channel with his homeboy, Payback, where they both share the workload and have fun but he has his very own YouTube channel.

On his channel, he talks about everything pop culture related. He discusses Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Star Trek, Supernatural, Disney, Pixar, Illumination and the list goes on. He loves the community surrounding theses fandoms!

Fanboy’s channel is full of fan theories, rants about stuff he likes and doesn’t like, ranking his favorite or least favorite characters and or movies and etc. He also reactions to trailers, movies and shows while he tends to do collaborating with other YouTubers.

Mickey tends to go to Comic Con and other fan Convention. He loves to bring his audience along if he’s going to the movie theater to watch a film for the first time and will do his review in his car with his friends. He drags Bob, Phoenix, and Payback with him a lot to the theater, especially of its a weekend where they’re all hanging out and trying to collaborate together for content ideas!

What did you think about it? Who was your favorite YouTuber from the Dagger Squad and thoughts you’ll like to add! Remember to like, share and comment.

Tags: @rooster-84 @t-nd-rfoot @topgun-imagines @hangmanbrainrot @mandylove1000 @levijeanqueen @fanboygarcia @gaminggirlsstuff @sherlkore @drspencereidhotch and etc

#top gun headcanons #top gun au #youtuber au #social media au #dagger squad #dagger squad au #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #reuben payback fitch #javy coyote machado #robert bob flyod imagine #mickey fanboy garcia #pete maverick mitchell #top gun maverick blurb

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magnum-caelum · 11 months

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Arkinhan Streamer AU!

Arkinhan Squad : AKJA League (? in the works)

Kaia: - Streamer Name: WaMoonie (Wammie) - Likes simulation games she can play with her friends (minecraft, stardew) - FPS are her guilty pleasure;; her viewers get a little FPS streams as a treat<3 - Refuses to do horror games unless Kayron is in the same room as her

Kayron: - Streamer Name: Crescence (or Cres. Originally was supposed to be "Crescent" but he wanted to make it fancy) - Has the best "Just Chatting" streams. Man's so fun. - Likes puzzle games, will play FPS occasionally (he just kinda forgets they exist) and he's insanely good, despite rarely playing

Akyri: - Streamer Name: Aki - Almost exclusively does FPS, then discovers gacha games (Genshin) and then her content totally switches for like six months straight - The type to whisper-scream playing scary games - Gets shy doing non-gaming streams but appears a lot in her friends' non-gaming streams

Jalecxia - Streamer Name: Anjellic (Jelly) - Plays a lot of Overwatch, says it "calms them down" - Mains Widowmaker and Ana (looooves the snipers. and is good at playing them too) - Fans refer to something called the "Jelly Effect": everyone has some sort of crush on them

Onika - Streamer Name: ArtsyOni - Does a lot of art streams and just chatting streams. People love her personality. - Gets convinced to do horror games. Falls for it every time, is in a love-hate relationship with the adrenaline rushes. (her reactions are really fun though)

Aeon - Streamer Name: Naeo (his name but rearranged. really doesn't care) - He's pretty quiet but does scream whenever he gets scared (whether its an FPS or actual horror game) - Lots of plants in the backgrounds of his streams, does tutorials on how to care for them - Doesn't solo queue, likes playing simulation games with Kaia

Asterion - Streamer Name: Novaaa (Nova and Novaa were taken) - Has pretty quiet, aesthetic streams for the most part. Lots of crafts and talking/singing, vlogging - Study streams, dabbled in tarot reading/divinations for a small bit then ended up not really doing them on stream - Gets dragged into playing horror games with the rest of the gang - Hates it, but loves them, so he does it

NIRAS TRIO : SCF (Sword Crown Flame)

Exali: - Streamer Name: Blade - Loves 5v5 games. League, Val, OW, you name it, she plays it - Is really good at them too. Has a chaotic but fun/genuine energy. Her and Yunitan are an unstoppable duo when playing games - Also likes reacting to music videos. She's always simping for someone onscreen

Adazan: - Streamer Name: Quilpobu (Pobu) - Study streams! He gives the best tips and walkthroughs. Is carrying half the populations' GPA. (think khan academy, organic chemistry teacher type beat) - Does play games occasionally tho. Sucks. But it's so fun to watch him do his best. (Xyria and Yunitan: "ZANNA PICK UP THE GUN. WALK OVER IT AND PRESS F" Adazan, voice rising: "WHERE AM I?? WHA- WHY DID IT JUST SAY I'M THE LAST PLAYER ALIVE?? XYRIA YOU PROMISED I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING") - Does cooking videos too

Yutan: - Streamer Name: Tantan - Games. Reacting to games, playing games. He does a lot of new game reviews, has definitely helped out more than a few indie game designers - Is known for being super kindhearted. - Appears in a lot of his siblings' streams. Just him walking back and forth in the background, making faces at the camera, etcetc. - Doesn't really do non-gaming streams but everyone begs him to do a just chatting stream one day

#> arkinhan streamer au

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jovenshires · 8 months

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FIRST? 👀

as a lil treat, here are the first two sentences from all my current big wips <3

dancing on my own:

Spencer Agnew has spent one full year studying different parts of Tommy Bowe. Today, it's his hands.

yet untitled bedsharing fic:

For the past hour and thirty-five minutes, Angela has had time to reflect. Upon reflection, she has decided that she's extremely grateful that the channel no longer films Squad Vlogs.

yet untitled niche au [working title 'bad idea']:

A drop of sweat drips down Spencer's forehead. The sun is beating down on him with no mercy, but he has no choice but to ignore it.

send me some fic asks!

#this isnt counting the one in my inbox that i AM working on i just have to. commit for a second. it should be out soonish its not long #ask #asks #anonymous #katie writes #fic #shipping #domo #bsf

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vee-is-a-clown · 2 years

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SPACE RANGERS BECAUSE DOPAMINE

For all of you who don't know what it is, it's this amazing au where Keith and Lance own a travel vlog and go around the us in a van. @klance-daydreams came up with it so read their posts on it before this because they're the coolest clown around.

I wrote an intro for them because I needed to do something.

Ok into the content:

Lance: Hey R Squad! Welcome back to another Space Rangers travel vlog! I'm Lance!

Keith: And I'm Keith.

Both: And together, we are Space Rangers!

Keith: For everyone who's new here, 3 months ago, Lance, my bestest best friend, proposed the idea of traveling through the states so I saved up money to go with him.

Lance: And to save on hotels, we bought this quant little camper in which we share a bed.

Keith: We post weekly vlogs detailing our trip and what we liked about each state.

Lance: So we hope you enjoy and on to the entirely platonic adventures!

I would so watch thissss

#space ranger #klance #lance mcclain #lance voltron #vld lance #voltron #keith voltron #keith kogane #vld keith #Klance Day is a genius #go check them out #space rangers #space Ranger vlogs

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mrkis · 2 years

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i cant stop thinking about that anon where they said that the dream from another universe is taking over our dreams spot & it’s so interesting and i wanna have my take on it

like they just teleported here not knowing what a nct127, wayv, shotaro and especially nct dream bc in their universe they’re known as “dream squad” amongst themselves in school not “nct dream” you know?? and while exploring a newfound world, they didn’t understand why there were a lot of people coming up and stopping them and they found out that thru billboards or music stores they were like “holy shit we’re famous in this universe how the fuck are we going to sing this song called teddy bear if we don’t know how it goes?!” HAHAH “what even is a countdown (1,2,3)” bc as they said in their asks “they’re just normal students, not idols”

but what if they magically have access to dreams account and the other jaemin was like “ayo.. what if we all pretend like we’re nct dream for a while thru instagram until we find a way out of this universe? i mean no one will be suspicious not even their fans. we should just act like we know what we’re doing act like everything is fine. i mean we’re basically them but broke students..” then renjuns looking all worried and goes like “nooo what if we get caught?? there’s no way we’ll get out of here if they find out we’re not the real nct dream they’ll report us :((“ and then jaemin is all smug and shit and says “then we just have to act like them” then all seven of them threw an all nighter listening to all of their songs, watched vlogs, and even performances until it gets stuck in their heads just in case and for a couple of days, they fooled around their apartments sending out videos and photos as a meal <🤨3

but what would happen if the real nct dream suddenly found out and dream squad gets caught hmm what will happen what will happen~??

SORRY IF IT WAS SO LONG ITS LIKE A GOOD AU TO ME OFC SO WHOEVER SENDED THAT I WAS RLLY INTO IT THANKS

ngl bestie… this made me feel really anxious at first for some reason but i lowkey love it😭😭 i love this multiverse stuff… it’s so interesting n scary to think abt BUT I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE

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isthisthingeven0n · 3 years

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understanding that time : j.w

during your period, jeff decides to provide some comfort eventhough he’s partially clueless as to what is happening (900 words)

requested: yes by the sweetest anon, just some lovely fluff for a sunday warnings: none that i’m aware of

all my links

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

Curling up in another blanket, you could barely move as another wave of cramps hits you with full force.

“Y/n?” You hum in response as Jeff shifts beside you, sitting upright as he notices your body tense up. “What’s wrong?” He asks quietly as you swallow the lump in your throat, tugging on the blanket covering you tightly.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry,” You attempt to brush it off, but as the words leave your lips your ovaries go into overdrive and a groan escapes you.

Now kneeling, Jeff sighs. “Well, it’s clearly something.” He states, catching you rolling your eyes as you shuffle to lie down. “Who do I need to hurt?”

Laughing lightly, you stretch your arm out and cup his cheek with your hand. “No one, I promise.” You mumble and reach for another cushion, hugging it against your stomach.

“Wait,” Jeff pauses for a moment before reaching over and grabs his phone. “oh baby, is it that time already?”

“Yeah,” You respond as you roll up into yourself, hugging the blanket closer. “it’s day one so mother nature is giving me hell.” A dry laugh follows, but Jeff furrows his brows, hating to see you in pain like this.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks, his voice filled with concern as you bury your face into the pillow. “Erm, chocolates? A massage? Me to go away?” He suggests anything that comes to mind, yet you remain silent. “Are you alive in there?”

“I am,” Your voice is muffled by the cushion as your hair covers the cotton cover. “but it feels like I’m dying inside.” You add, and Jeff just nods along, still having no real idea what it is that happens to you every month.

“I know I don’t have a mensical cycle every month, Y/n, but if you need anything at all, just ask.” Jeff explains, and slowly you lift your head up, weakly smiling.

“It’s called a menstrual cycle, babe.” You chuckle, causing Jeff to scoff.

“I knew that.” He remarks. “Do you want me to go grab that hot water bottle that’s shaped like a polar bear?”

Nodding in response, Jeff peels himself from your side and rushes into the kitchen as Nerf follows behind him.

Whilst Jeff remains occupied, you lie back down on your back, but within seconds you rise to your feet and rush to the bathroom.

“-there’s only milk chocolate is that okay?” Jeff walks back into the bedroom, seeing you absent from the pile of sheets you were previously cocooned in.

As he steps closer, he can see a few spots of blood, and the sound of the toilet flushing.

Shyly, you emerge from the bathroom with your leggings in hand. “I’m sorry,” You sniff, dropping the leggings as you bury your face into your hands. “I’m a mess, I, I’ll just change and go home.” You explain, moving to bypass Jeff, but he holds his arm out, bringing you into his embrace instead.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jeff mutters as he runs his hand over your hair whilst you cry into his chest. “we can clean it up, it’s no big deal.” He ensures as your cries ease ever so slightly. “And I’ve got some pants you can wear, they’ll be a bit big on you though.” He adds, feeling you snigger lightly.

“Are you sure?” You quietly ask, lifting your head up to see him smiling down at you.

“Of course, come on.” Jeff lowers his arm and takes his hand in yours, guiding you to perch on the edge of the bed whilst he rummages for some suitably sized pants. “Aha!” Revealing the pair, Jeff hands them to you and kisses your forehead. “You go get changed, I’ll sort this out.”

Disappearing into the bathroom once more, Jeff quickly removes the bloodied sheets and changes them with ease. By the time you’ve finished freshening up, the new bedding awaits you as Jeff hovers in front of it.

“I’ll go grab some snacks and tablets for you, yeah?” Jeff squeezes your shoulder before running into the kitchen, leaving you with a fresh face and easing cramps.

Unable to keep still, you follow behind Jeff to witness him frantically grabbing all sorts from his mostly bare cupboards. “Jeff?” You call out, crossing your arms over your chest as he pauses. “Can I just have a hot water bottle please?”

“I, sure,” Jeff stumbles over his words as he lowers his chocolate protein powder. Within a matter of minutes, Jeff secures the screw on the water bottle, now filled with hot water and passes it across to you. “come on, babe.”

Walking back into his room, Jeff keeps his arm around you until you both sit back down on his bed with you instantly humming in content. "This is nice." You mumble whilst Jeff grabs a glass of water for you.

“Now, wanna watch something, or just cuddle?” Jeff asks, but as he glances back at you, a smile crosses his lips at the sight.

You're now lying down, eyes growing heavy with ease as you snuggle closer into Jeff, barely able to form a response.

Chuckling to himself, Jeff lifts his arm up to tug you against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from the polar bear in your arms as your breathing slows down.

“Cuddle it is.” He whispers, closing his eyes knowing you're okay - for now at least.

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nostalthicc · 4 years

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unrequited | j.w , t.s

jeff wittek x reader, toddy smith x reader (not jeff x reader x todd)

summary: jeff and his assistant had a strange relationship; fuck buddies, best friends, lovers? but all that changed when todd comes into the picture

warning: cursing, mentions of sex, pregnancy

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y/n mindlessly walked up to the bar after dismissing herself from her group of friends, she had agreed to get the next round drinks- mostly because she was craving another one herself and didn’t want to be rude. y/n ordered a tray of shots, along with natalie’s, jeff’s, and her own signature drinks.

y/n was jeff’s current assistant and has been for about 8 months, they were the best of friends and probably got less work done working together but neither of them would change it for the world. their relationship was rocky- solid -but rocky, there was the endless flirting, the drunken kisses, cuddling, movie nights, and feel better sex. let’s just say y/n was a lot more than just an assistant to jeff. jeff liked where they stood with their relationship mostly because nothing truly intimate has happened between them, the sex was only lust, the kisses were for vlogs and friends could cuddle, right? maybe deep down he did feel a certain type of way for y/n but neither one of them would do anything to throw off their dynamic. but every day y/n wanted to confess her feelings but she knew they were unrequited.

before y/n could scoop the tray of the counter, todd beat her to it, putting both hands securely on the tray he gave y/n a big grin. to say she was confused would be an understatement, the two of them have never really talked except for simple ‘hellos’ or a skit whenever they saw each other at jeff’s but besides that never. todd wasn’t very kind to y/n in those very few interactions, fueling more into her confusion.

“hey, um, i think we got off on the wrong foot,” he shouted over the music, still keeping his hands on the tray and not moving away from the bar. “you know, maybe we should restart or something.” todd watched the girl as her eyebrows pushed together in wonder, to be honest, he was shocked himself right now too. for so long he thought jeff and y/n had something going on, causing him to act coldly towards y/n to try and push her away because todd knew if he let her in he would fall for her immediately but know that jeff cleared the water todd was ready to make a move.

“oh! why the change of heart?” y/n said, chewing the inside of her cheek. of course she knew where todd was coming from, she didn’t miss all the secret glances he went her way, or the drunken text messages but y/n wasn’t opposed to trying with him. it would be so different than what was going on with jeff, todd was so different than jeff in many ways. y/n deserved a shot at a real relationship, right?

todd didn’t know what to say next, he was sure y/n was going to splash a drink in his face and storm off but she was playing into his game. “who said there was any change at all?”

if jonah hadn’t walked up to the bar, interrupting the two y/n was sure she would have let todd take her in the bathroom- which she was thankful for. before she jumped into intimate actions was todd y/n wanted to figure out her feelings for her boss and truly get to know him but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a little bit of a tease. y/n went back to their friends at the booth near the back of the club, her spot was still secured next to jeff which she gladly took, ignoring the strange look todd flashed her way. the rest he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and soon his suspicions came back, the way jeff looked at y/n, the risky touches they shared, the whispering between the two, todd’s worry started to flood in once again, maybe there was something going on between them.

…

“jeff?” y/n asked, lifting her head off his chest to catch his attention. she had something pondering around in her head and wanted to talk to him about it. he hummed in response, his gaze not leaving the computer screen. “i have a date.” she confessed, lodging her bottom lip between her teeth. jeff’s eyes snapped her hers, worry and confusion flooding his features for a quick second.

“with who?” jeff paused taking in y/n’s features. “todd?” he scoffed.

“he said he wanted to start over when we went out a few days ago and he finally texted me this morning.” he watched as she gushed talking about todd and his actions, his heart ached, a deep pressure building in his chest. he couldn’t tell y/n he didn’t want her to go on the date, she wasn’t his to begin with, jeff had no place. but he couldn’t help the heartbreak upon hearing the news. “you’re okay with that, right?”

jeff’s eyebrows knitted together, had he been that obvious, quickly he tried to compose himself, his eyes finding the screen again before he answered her nonchalantly. “no, why would i?” now it was y/n’s turn for her heart to drop, she thought maybe deep down everything they had going on wasn’t meaningless but clearly she was wrong. y/n would have stayed home if he asked her too but instead she got off the couch and started collecting her things, mumbling about having to wash her hair before she was out the more- leaving jeff to sit with his regrets of not telling her sooner.

ever since that night jeff and y/n’s relationship became strictly work, she never stayed over after she got everything done and very little did she ever talk to him about anything non-work related. it left a hole heavy in jeff’s heart, he knew while he was suffering y/n was still cozying up with one of his best friends and although he shouldn’t be jealous, jeff can’t help it. y/n was his, never once had she shown interest in other guys when they were together and jeff took advantage of that- he concealed his feelings with sex and lust, now he’s facing the consequences.

for weeks, he has to watch y/n and todd cuddle together at davids, their shared touches, the two sharing jokes back and forth. jeff knows when they leave the group to fuck, he remembers every single queue of y/n feeling horny but instead of her alerting him, she’s alerting todd. the number of times y/n had canceled on him because she was with todd infuriated jeff, he would have probably fired her if it wasn’t for their situation, y/n was slacking and he knew the exact reason why.

even their friends had started to notice the change in jeff, he stopped hanging out at david’s that much unless it was for a video and very rarely did the group see him and y/n interact. as much as it worried them they learned the first time to stay out of jeff’s and y/n’s business.

“what’s your problem? you’ve been acting like a douche for weeks now and we’re tired of it.” jonah yelled, getting in jeff’s face not realizing he monster he was stirring up. he has been poking at jeff since he got to the house, with good reason- once he caught sight of todd and y/n cuddled on the couch his mood turned sour. jeff had thought they weren’t going to be here tonight.

jeff ignored him, trying to make his around jonah and to the kitchen, he was not about to be confronted by his friends when they had no idea what was going on. immediately as jeff felt a hand on his forearm he pushed that person back, once again that person happens to be jonah. “stay out of it, man. it has absolutely nothing to do with you.” he said, before storming out the front door.

…

when jeff got home he was not expecting y/n to be sitting on his couch with her head stuffed between her knees, with a fluffy blanket wrapped around her. he knew he shouldn’t have felt excited about y/n being upset but he couldn’t help but think it meant her and todd have ended things or he did something awful and she needed comfort. he was quick to make his way to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, successfully pulling y/n into his side.

“i’m sorry, i-i just didn’t know where else to go.” y/n sobbed, burying her head into jeff’s neck. it felt like old times, all the tension between them fading away as he held her.

“hey, hey, it’s okay. tell me what’s up.” jeff continued to rub her back as the girl cried, his heart broke for her. he wanted y/n back in his arms but not like this, he would give up anything to never see her this torn up again. for as long as jeff’s known y/n she was never one to show her sadness, to show this type of vulnerabilities to one person so he knew whatever was going on in her pretty little head was serious and highly troubling her.

after a few moments of no words, y/n finally raised her head to meet jeff’s eyes. “i’m pregnant, jeff.” her eyes filled with tears once again as she watched jeff’s features clouded with confusion, she could see the questions swimming through his thoughts. “and i don’t know- i don’t know who’s the dad.”

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bad influence dave part 5 (d.d)

A/N: I KNOW 3.8K ISN’T SHORT BUT I FEEL LIKE I’VE CONDITIONED MYSELF TO THINK IT IS. ANYWAY. ENJOY. LMK WHAT YOU THINK. TALK TO ME WHILE YOU READ. I LOVE YOU. LET’S CHAT. -HAILEY

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“David,” you whine his name, bucking up into his touch and grabbing at his hair, “We have thirty minutes before we have to go.”

“Hush,” he says gruffly, fingers twisting inside of you and grunting slightly, “You’re going to cum before we leave this house.”

Neither of you are even dressed, still in pajamas, and yet: you woke up late, kissed each other good morning, and you barely had a second to think before he was sliding his hand down the front of your sweatpants.

This behavior of his seems to be routine on weekends, now. You stay over at his place Friday to Sunday; every Sunday, he attempts to make you cum before having to leave for church. It’s an increasingly frustrating task for him — he knows he can, and he knows he knows how to do so, but you’re not complying with him. It’s not your fault, either:

Sexual repression is fucking difficult to fix, apparently, and David wants to kill himself. He cannot count on both of his hands the amount of times he’s been between your legs and had to tell you, “Stop putting pressure on yourself to be able to cum. You do that, and you’ll never cum. Knock it off and let me do this. I know how to. Shut up.” It seems as though his words are finally beginning to click this time, and he can tell by the way you’re tugging so tightly at the roots of his hair as he works his mouth and fingers against you.

After pushing his sexual ego to the side, David got the balls to buy you a bullet vibrator – an amazing decision he couldn't regret even if he wanted to. Now, he pulls away from you before you whine again, tugging him closer.

He continues to pull away, harshly pushing your hands off, “Stop it. Let me do this.”

David grabs the vibrator and flips it on, settling back between your legs and starting his work again: vibe on your clit, fingers inside, and mouth on you. As far as he’s concerned, for any other woman, this is the Holy Trinity of what it takes to orgasm, and he feels you getting so close beneath him that his heart begins racing in excitement. He watches your face twist up and you pull tighter at his hair, bucking up against him.

This is the closest he’s gotten to making you cum so far, and he wishes he was surprised when you exhale deeply and groan, gently pushing his touches away. He knew it was too good to be true.

You cover your face with your hands, wanting to cry of frustration and embarrassment as David switches off the vibe. He haphazardly (and grossly) wipes his fingers on his t-shirt, wiping at his mouth before lying back down next to you. He sighs, too, pulling you into his arms and moving to grab your chin, “Look at me, babygirl.”

“It’s okay,” David promises and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, even though he’s just as frustrated as you are, “That was the closest we’ve been. Progress, honey. Baby steps.”

“I’m so mad at myself,” you say dejectedly, rolling over to get out of bed and begin getting ready, “I feel fucking broken.”

“Noooo,” he drags out, shaking his head and tugging off his t-shirt, “Don't feel that way, my love. Patience. It’ll come! I promise. We can always try again later.”

David’s been trying so hard to remain optimistic, and he still is, but it's mentally draining, and he's spreading himself thin. He gets out of bed and lazily pulls out his Sunday best clothes: wife beater, t-shirt, dress shirt, slacks, dress shoes. At first, he had hated wearing church clothes again – as the weeks pass, though, and however unfaithful he remains, it’s his routine now.

He’s moving more drugs than he ever has now that he has the guise of salvation; so, to him, two hours every Sunday morning and Wednesday night in stuffy clothes is worth the extra ten grand a week. David’s already made fifty racks since being with you – a little over a month – and he has more money than he even knows what to do with. He never thought the Catholic church was his answer to being able to deal more.

“Babygirl, have you seen my raz – Nevermind,” David has exactly ten minutes to shave his face and pull his clothes on; he’s stood in front of his mirror in his tank top, crowded next to you as you both attempt to hurriedly get ready at the same time. From his cheeks down, he’s covered in shaving cream, quickly running the blades across his skin. He leaves the faucet on as you lean over the counter next to him, in your bra and underwear, attempting to do your makeup as quickly as you can.

“What time is it, honey?”

“Seven-oh-five,” you reply, checking your phone in the middle of your mascara, “Ten minutes.”

It’s a forty-five-minute trip into the city, and David hates waking up so early on one of his two days off – but God, is the money worth it. Church is practically a job he gets paid two and a half G’s per hour for. Call him a priest.

You brush your teeth simultaneously, his arm draped around your waist as you rest your head against his shoulder. You spit, rinse, and spit again at the same time before you’re both racing to tug on your clothes; David tucks his dress shirt into his slacks and slips his belt through the loops, quickly buckling it and flipping his collar up, reaching for his tie. He wraps it around his neck, not bothering tying it yet as you ask him to zip up the back of your dress.

He does, slipping his shoes on and tying them as you gather your belongings. God, he hates church.

David stashes the vibrator in his pocket when you’re not looking, grouping it in with his wallet, keys, lighter, and cigarettes. Somehow, you manage to make it out of the house and into his car on time – and you’re both exhausted.

He makes a mental note to himself to never do an eight ball of cocaine by himself the night before church again – his throat’s raw, and every time he speaks, it feels like he’s getting facefucked by a hundred and eighty grit sandpaper.

You did not participate in his festivities, but you had been all over him, drunk, in the bathroom of his friend's house as he cut himself a few lines on the granite countertops with his debit card. You watched him as he pulled out his wallet for the second time, precisely rolling up a hundred-dollar bill and bending over the counter, shamelessly snorting a line at a time. Half-way through, he stopped, tipping his head back and rubbing at his nose, sniffling and groaning quietly.

Someone had attempted to come through the door without knocking, and David quickly shut it on them, locking the door, “Go the fuck awaaaay, dude.”

Handle of his pistol peeking out of the back of his shorts, he bent over again, finishing the rest of his lines and running his fingers through the numbies. David rubbed the excess dust into his gums, wiping the dampness on his fingertips on his shirt aimlessly.

You drunkenly hung off of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and kissing at his neck as he tipped his head backwards again, sniffling and wiping at his nose. His fingers reached for the baggy, hundred-dollar bill, and his debit card, slipping the items back into his wallet before tugging you closer and kissing you sloppily.

Of course, David doesn’t regret it – he regrets very little, after all – but he does feel like a hot, steaming pile of garbage, and he knows you must be hungover. He wants nothing more than a cigarette and a blunt, but God forbid-

“Hey, are we dealing today?” You snap him out of his own head as he drives, sunglasses over his too-sensitive eyes – a result of the liquor he also put in his body the night before.

“Um, yeah,” he nods, one hand on the wheel at six o’clock and the other laced with yours. “I’m moving two ounces of coke upstate today. You’re just tagging along. Fuck, everything in my body hurts. I need coffee or something. Do we have time?”

“I think so?” you reply, digging through his center console for an aspirin, a Tylenol, a Motrin, anything to ease the headache that the sunlight’s presence is making a million times worse. “The traffic is worse than usual, so maybe we shouldn't.”

David’s mouth and fingers are itching for a cigarette, but he knows the stench is immediately recognizable – he untangles your fingers as he gets stopped at a light, leaning over you into the passenger side and opening his dash. He rifles through it quickly, placing the spare Glock in your lap as he feels you rub at his back affectionately. He finds a pack of mint toothpicks – he knew he had some somewhere – an aged relic of when he attempted to quit smoking two years prior, opens the package, and places one in his mouth.

David's oral fixation momentarily relieved, he hits the gas and tells you to put the gun back. He's yet to give you a full tutorial, supplying you with sporadic explanations here and there; but you do, very carefully and very slowly, before he interrupts you.

“Jesus, baby, it's not a bomb. You know the safety is on,” he takes it from your hands, tossing it into the dash and telling you to shut it.

David chews on the toothpick until the flavor is gone, rolling it between his lips as he drives, fingers laced with yours again. You speak, entirely too hungover to be going anywhere, but wanting to appreciate him, “Thanks for never judging me with the whole orgasm thing, babe. You’re too patient.”

He tuts, squeezing your hand and hoarsely replying, “A judgmental man is a weak man, sweetheart. Gotta do what you gotta do. I’ve got you, regardless.”

You don't know what to say to that, going silent at his words and leaning over to put your head in his bicep, shutting your eyes. “Ugh, God. Can we call in sick?”

“Oh my God, can we?” he replies, mentally crossing his fingers, “Please say yes. I didn't know we could do that.”

“Oh, fuck it,” you move from his arm and reach for your phone, quickly texting your family and fibbing you and David don’t feel too good. It’s not a complete lie.

David quickly tosses out the toothpick and reaches for his cigarettes, lighting one and rolling his window down. He gets stopped at a light again after making a U-turn, subsequently rolling his sleeves up, loosening his Windsor knot, and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, cigarette loosely between his lips.

He looks so hot, and you tell him so. He scoffs and doesn't acknowledge your compliment, smile playing at his lips as he takes a drag and untangles your fingers, free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh.

“We need to talk, sweet girl,” David says vaguely, side of his knuckles rubbing gently against your underwear, “Don’t be a stupid whore and make yourself a target later today. Do as I say and nothing else. I’ll leave it at that.”

“I always do as you say,” you reply, spreading your legs slightly, “Why wouldn't I?”

“Because,” he shrugs, index finger hooking at the hem of your underwear and tugging, “Some part of you has a death wish, babygirl. You don’t like to listen to me. Get these off.”

He tosses his cig out of the window and pulls the vibrator out of his pocket, rolling the window up and spreading your legs further apart as he continues driving. David ignores you when you ask the reasoning behind him bringing the vibe as you push the clothing down your legs, flipping the switch and placing it on you.

“David!” you exclaim, going red in the cheeks, “We’re still in public!”

“My windows are tinted,” he replies coolly, throat still scratchy, “Just let me.”

He presses it harder against your clit, before ordering you, “Hold it there for me, sweetheart.”

You listen to him and do as he says, as he previously requested, just to slip his middle finger and ring finger inside of you. There's only so much he can do as he drives; his limited mobility is a struggle, but he glances between the road and between your legs as he moves his fingers with a certain finesse you can't quite do by yourself.

“Come on, sugar,” David presses, feeling the way your fingernails are sharply digging into his biceps as you get closer, “You can do it. Do it for Daddy, baby.”

He tries his hardest for a few minutes before you make a louder noise, crying out and finally releasing, and he can't believe it – he didn't think it would actually work. He always waits until you give up on yourself, sighing heavily and nearly crying of frustration.

You push his hands away as you catch your breath, eyes looking up at the ceiling of his car as he chuckles slightly, both hands on the wheel and another toothpick between his lips, wagging slightly as he speaks, “How was that, honey?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you curse, groaning quietly, “They’re all like that?”

“Pretty much,” he shrugs, rolling the stick between his lips, “Proud of you. Good job, babygirl.”

David has a genuine look of indifference on his face as he gets a gun pulled on him after asking for a higher sale price of the two ounces coke, cigarette between his lips. His eyes roll as he exhales the smoke carelessly down the barrel of the gun, speaking, “I carry. My girl carries. Don’t try it. You’re outnumbered. You’re not a big boy yet, man. It’s okay. Just give me the extra cash.”

“I won't shoot you if you don’t give me a reason to,” he promises, taking a drag as he pulls out his Glock, “Point that at her, though, and I will. Give it.”

“Fuck,” the man curses – David’s nonchalance is one of his best attributes – eyes rolling and taking the gun off of him, “Fine. I hate you. You’re a little shit.”

David gets in the car with five grand more than he thought he would come back with, casually sucking his teeth and tossing the gun in the backseat. He places a toothpick between his lips, tutting, “That guy’s an asshole. Fifteen bands, though. You want something nice?”

“Don't spend your money on me,” you say, “Not worth it.”

“Liar,” he chuckles, beginning to drive, “Sweetheart, I’ve made seventy-five thousand dollars in the past month and a half. I have almost four hundred thousand dollars to my name in cash. I have more money than I know what to do with. Let me buy you shit.”

“I’m not going to ask you for anything,” you promise, “Not with you for the money. I don't give a shit. I like when you're successful.”

“Riiiiiight,” he says doubtfully, “Okay, so when you come home to expensive packages you 'didn't want,’” he air-quotes mockingly, laughing slightly, “I want a picture of you and whatever I buy you and you saying, ‘No, thank you, Daddy. I don't want this Versace dress, I promise.’”

“I hate you so much,” you shove playfully, “Of course I’ll accept...but is that shit worth getting a gun pulled on for?”

“Ha,” David actually says, glancing between you and the road, “Anything for my girl.”

“God, baby. What are you doing?” David gripes in a whisper, eyeing the bong in your hands, “Putting that shit through college? Light the bowl and get on with it.”

You’ve had David in your life for three months now, dating him for one, and somehow, there are still things you haven't been taught how to do. Unfortunately, this includes how to use a bong, and now you’re under pressure, sitting in his lap. You’re both squoze in a shitty plastic chair, everyone arranged in a circle in one of David’s jerkoff friend’s backyards.

David is the only man in his friend group who has a girl.

David wipes at the corner of his mouth quickly before his hands are on your waist, mouth by your ear, “I’m telling you how to do this once, and only once.”

“Thumb over the carb. The back hole, baby,” he clarifies, “Mouth in the top hole. Seal. Light. Now, pull.”

You do as he says, his voice quiet as his friends make small talk with each other, eyeing the way he aids you, “Pullpullpullpull. Take off your thumb. Inhale all of it.”

You do, inhaling as much as you can, cough-free, quickly exhaling before he’s clearing the chamber for you, wiping the mouthpiece with the sleeve of his t-shirt before passing the glass to his buddy next to him. No one is saying it, but all they can think of when they watch you two is a charity case. They would never dare speak it – David would probably kill them – but he was never the type for good girls.

He’s sweet, for the most part, sure – but he’s also fucked every other girl sitting in that entire circle and none of them come close to being the same species as you. David’s wearing his cross again, something he stopped doing years ago, and you’re wearing one too. They also know he’s moving more coke and MDMA than he has in his entire life – it’s no coincidence.

He’s not manipulative, never has been, so it’s not that. He’s truly interested, and they can’t figure it out; you’re an odd match for him, and David seems especially enamored as you light his cigarette for him, eyes on his. He exhales the first drag quickly before kissing you, wholly on display for everyone who cares to see as he shamelessly tugs you closer after taking another drag. He shotguns the cigarette smoke with you, and judging by the way you’ve got your arms wrapped around his neck and the hickeys on his skin are peeking out from under his wife beater tank top – you’re enamored with him as much as he is with you.

They’ve all seen this man rail lines of ketamine and cocaine right after one another off of a random broad’s ass and continue his night doing shots, girls at his fingertips wherever he went; so, to see him so voluntarily committed to one woman – a woman who’s good for him and a woman who’s not like him at all – is staggering. They understand David well enough to know he doesn't force himself into anything; if he’s in a situation, it’s because he puts himself there, and if he wanted out, he would leave.

The most substantial evidence of this thought process of his is every girl’s experience with him in the bedroom behind closed doors. Not bad, performance wise, of course – but he’s selfish. One particular anecdote cites him pulling out, tearing off the condom, getting dressed, and asking said girl to leave. ‘Fuck, this sucks. You can go home now, sugar. Thanks, anyway, though,’ he had supposedly said, bathroom door shutting and shower turning on before she was even able to get her bra back on. He ended up cumming down his shower drain to the thought of Blake Lively’s tits, free hand holding himself up against the wall of white porcelain tiles as his free palm and fingers worked over himself, not feeling one inkling of guilt for that poor girl – who’s now bitterly sitting across from you and David in the circle, watching you cluelessly kiss the taste of Coors Light off of his lips.

You and David are hardly paying attention to anything besides each other, and it’s been this way every time he's visited, and you’ve tagged along. Cigarette between his fingers, he whispers comments to you to make you giggle, resembling rebellious teenagers at a shitty house party as the fingers of his spare hand creep up the hem of your (David’s) t-shirt.

It comes as a shock for everyone, including you, when David pushes your hair out of your face and murmurs a quiet admission without thinking twice about the meaning of it, “I love you, my sweet girl.”

Even while stoned, you feel yourself go breathless in his hold as he continues to nonchalantly play with the ends of your hair and kisses your forehead, ensuring, “Say it back whenever you want to. No pressure, babygirl. I’m just saying.”

A quiet but not unnoticed interaction, it’s painfully obvious to everyone how beguiled he is with you – a scarce but not entirely unfamiliar feeling for him to experience. He’s a grown man; he’s been in love before. David’s best quality is his self-awareness; he knows it’s too early, and he knows himself well enough to understand that he will be wholeheartedly, emotionally fucked if something, however much unanticipated, goes wrong with your relationship.

It’s a chance he’s willing to take, and he’s not ashamed of it – he’s too comfortable with himself to be ashamed of any of his desires. That being said, it doesn't take the surprise out of him when you reciprocate his words following a moment of silence, leaning in to kiss him.

David’s previous projects look on amid their conversations, covetous eyes rolling while he smiles into your kisses and lets you affectionately run your fingers through his scruff. Adorning one of his t-shirts, his signature scent of weed and sweet cigarettes is slowly becoming engraved into your skin and your hair, scarlet and plum hickeys almost always smattered against your collarbone and shoulders as evidence of his residency in your personal life.

At the recognition and confirmation of your mutual attraction, David’s ready to go home, heart eyes taking over his desire for social company as he flicks his cigarette and stands with you, murmuring a quiet, “You wanna get the fuck outta here?” into your ear.

You nod, and David quickly bids everyone goodnight, leading you by the small of your back to the car, sighing, “Fuck, I’m glad to be outta there. They were on some other shit tonight.”

“They seemed pissed at you,” you comment as he turns the key in the ignition, lacing your fingers together and resting your head on his shoulder, breathing him in, “Why?”

“I don't give a shit,” he shrugs, absentmindedly driving, “I don't think about them at all anymore.”

“I love you,” you say randomly a few minutes later, squeezing his hand, “For real. I’m so grateful for you.”

“I love you, too, my sweet girl,” David promises, eyes switching between you and the road, “You make me so much nicer.”