#jeff wittek x you

[andnofcksweregiven]

Green looks good on you

Jeff x reader

Synopsis: A little jealousy never hurts, right?

warnings: SMUT

‘y/n, ya ready!?’ Jeff's voice bellowed up the stairs, as he clutched the banister to pull himself up the first two steps. His feet treaded up as he listened for a response. ‘y/n we’re gunna be late so your ass better be up or I’m-‘ His sentence got lodged in his throat as he turned into your room and was welcomed with an Adonis.

When Jeff had asked if you could be his plus one for an award show he was nominated in, you were beyond ecstatic. Jeff has been your best friend practically since you moved to LA.

You had been unpacking your boxes, front door wide open to allow a cool breeze to fight against the overbearing LA sun, only for a senior Frenchie to come plodding in idly and slowly lifting their leg up by a box. Frantic screaming and shouting followed suit, with Jeff suddenly shoving himself through the door way to grab the dog before an unfortunate accident- apologies spewing out of his mouth whilst laughter left yours due to the absurdity of the whole situation.

You spun around, the emerald long tight silk dress with a risky thigh slit you had chosen specially to match his dressy polo shirt; which personally always made you feel flustered with how well it clung to Jeff.

‘So wittek, you want to finish that sentence?’ your voice dripped with sass, hand resting on your hip, Jeff still staring mouth opened at you.

‘i-um-i-doesn’t matter. You look-um-yeah. You ready then?’ His eyes darted around the room before he turned to walk back down the stairs. Your hand dropped, disappointment clouding your brain as a pang of hurt attacked your heart. Usually Jeff would be showering you with compliments, maybe he didn’t like the colour on you? maybe the dress didn’t sit as well on you as you thought? Either way, you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed the strange reaction to the back of your head. Tonight you were here for Jeff, not you, for Jeff.

Or at least you were there for Jeff. As the night progressed and everyone had moved from the award show to the after party, Jeff had vanished into the crowd, leaving you to mingle with the type of influencers who’s ego always got worse after a drink.

The never ending droning of each one’s numbers and statistics and blah blah blah. You stopped paying attention before snapping back as a light tug pulled you to the side, expecting it to be Jeff only to be found with a random man.

‘Sorry you looked like you may needed saving from a very boring conversation’ The stranger chuckled lightly, smiling down to you. He was handsome, had a pearly smile and a dimple on the left, bright shiny eyes attentively reading your face. For the rest of the night thats were you stayed, talking with bright sparkly eyes about everything and anything.

Jeff had completely slipped your mind as you found yourself immersed in a casual conversation, one needed after the lack of basic attention from Jeff. Eventually the random man who you had come to know as Mick, had decided to place his hand gingerly on your exposed leg as you stirred in your seat, legs crossed tighter as to avoid an uncomfortable situation. The long awaited question left his mouth naturally- when are you free for a date?. Before you could spill a single syllable out of your lips, you felt a figure tower over behind you, wiping off the slightly too adventurous hand of Mick as a deep voice bellowed down- “She’s busy” a New York accent dripping off each letter.

Mick persisted though, his attention never leaving you and blatantly ignoring Jeff as he repeated the question. Jeff tensed up as he saw Mick’s hand slowly return to your leg, what happened next was a blur.

You had felt his hand creeping back up and the question echoed once again in your currently hollow head, but before you could shove it off, Mick was shriveling on the floor clutching his nose as blood gushed in between his fingers whilst Jeff panted out of anger- fist still clenched tightly.

You tightened your jaw and grabbed Jeff’s sleeve as you saw the security lurking towards the unexpected scene. Both of you, heavy footed as you stormed towards Jeff’s truck- silence wrapped around you like a blanket which lingered in the car journey, up until you reached your apartment parking. You didn’t leave straight away, nor did Jeff rush you out of the car, instead you both sat there processing what had occurred prior.

‘So are we gunna talk about it?’ you spoke in a hushed tone, still staring ahead along with Jeff.

‘About what?’

This caught your attention where you spun your head towards Jeff. ‘About how much of a dickhead you were tonight?!’ your voice rose an octave as you had reached your limit with Jeff’s stubbornness. He sat there, responding with a half-hearted shrug.

‘You can’t just ignore me the whole night- which, by the way, you had invited me too. Then when some guy shows interest, which once again if you had let me respond for myself you’d know i was going to reject, you break his- fucking- nose!’

Jeff carried on silently sitting there as you continued to scream at him, this time though he was blankly staring towards you, eyes darting rapidly as they inspected your own.

“CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING!? ANYTHING?!” tears brimmed at your eyes, the once lavish dress getting tighter around your waist, crushing the air out of your lungs as your chest heaved. 

silence...

“FINE! SEE IF I CARE ANYMORE JEFFERY” the use of his full name made him flinch like he got poked with a sharp sword, your body turned from him and instead reached towards the door handle. You carried on rambling as you shakily tried to push open the passenger door, however, before you could even apply the force, you felt a hand cradle the back of your head- hair falling in between the fingers as your face got spun back towards Jeff, lips instantly meeting in a hard and bruising kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, your fingers feel gingerly off the handle and crept up to cradle his face, mouths still encompassing each other as steam slowly started to fog the windows.

Both of you completely lost to each other as the kiss deepened, with Jeff scooping his hands beneath your ass and effortlessly having you straddle his lap, the dress riding up and exposing the secret that you had decided to go commando to the event as to avoid panty lines on your dress. His hand brushed up the side of your bare thigh, bringing to his attention of the lack of fabric he had felt causing Jeff to pull away, but before he could completely, you bit the bottom of his lip and released it, receiving you a deep groan from his throat and a large smack on your right ass cheek with his whole open palm. A high pitched whine escaped your pillowy lips, Jeff’s hand found itself once again wrapping around the back of your head and your cascading hair except this time he harshly tugged it back as to expose the pillar of your neck, administrating peppered kisses all along, some being much harsher and more intent on leaving evidence of Jeff’s existence behind. 

Without realizing, you slumped back down onto his lap and grazed across his applying a light pressure as you did. Jeff’s hands tightened their grips on your hips as he struggled to keep his strangled breaths inside, guttural moans ventured from his deep within his throat as he proceeded to move you along him at the same pace and pressure. It wasn’t enough though for you, you had to be closer, reaching in front you expertly unbuckled Jeff’s belt and pushed yourself up in order to unzip his dress pants and have him quickly pull them down to pool around his ankles. You returned to your prior position, the steady rhythm of your hips finding their pace once again as Jeff returned to filling the car with the sweet symphonies of his borderline porn-a-graphic noises.

Without warning you felt yourself be forced back to standing up as Jeff aggressive tugged his boxers off, his cock springing up and slapping against his clothed abdomen, pre-cum drizzling down the side already. Once again you returned to his lap, the underside of cock being trapped between your warm folds, his pre-cum and your wetness mixing as he guided your hips back and forth, his tip sometimes rubbing against your clit, causing shivers to crawl down both of your spines due to the stimulation.

At this point, Jeff was getting impatient. He was close, and the gentle pace you’ve adopted had him head over heels for you but he needed more. He hooked his arms between the back of both your knees and made crouch over his cock before slowly pushing you down. You inhaled until you felt him fully in you, Jeff stroked your head whilst giving comforting forehead kisses as you clung onto his shoulder, nails digging crescent shapes beneath the cotton/ polyester blend. 

“You ready?” he whispered between you too,

You looked into his eyes and nodded your head, uncertainty clouding your head at the new position you found your self in. However, before your brain could overthink, Jeff held the side of your hips with both opened palms as he proceeded to bounce you on his length. At first he started you off slowly, his cock stretching's you out deliciously as you felt his tip gently stroke your insides. Small whines and whimpers egged him on, his pace drastically changing, the slow pace turning to rabid and animalistic. Your angelic noises, now sinful. Jeff was mesmerized at the view above him, and was struggling not cum on the spot there, as your tits bounced and your moans echoed in his ears and implanted themselves in his memories for later.

You was almost close, The harshness of his vigorous movements had the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your spot. You felt yourself clutch your eyes tight as the coil in your lower abdomen did too. Jeff quickly placed his left thumb on your clit and started rubbing it sporadically, the sudden added sensation bringing you over the edge and consequently, Jeff as well. Both your hands slapped onto the fogged up drivers window as you came, leaving behind your overlapped handprints before Jeff interlaced your fingers to bring the back of your hand to his lips.

It was now a comfortable silence lulling the both of you, lost for words or even unable to bring about a topic of conversation. That was before Jeff’s exhausted voice floated through the calm air.

“Green looks good on you”

You smiled lazily back at him, still a bit heady and incoherent but managing to whisper, smile still planted on your lips. “I could say the same to you..”

[tw1nklet03s]

heyyy. long time no see!!

ik ik, ive been M.I.A for over a month. but! that’s just case ive been going through stuff and i’m kinda stuck on what to write.

so saying that! my requests are open. so feel free to comment or message me something you would like me to write!!

people i will accept requests for:

- rafe cameron

- colby brock

- rowan laslow

- drew starkey

- jj maybank

- grayson dolan

- david dobrik

- ilya fedorovich

- jeff wittek

- chris sturniolo

categories i will accept

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- or you could combine two!

- or all three!!!!

- dad imagines

things i won’t write about

- cheating

- abusive boyfriend

- r@pe

- sa

ok that’s all. love yous and take care of yourselves x

[4rlbym]

Jeff Wittek x F!Reader

summary. you're a college student studying at your boyfriends place

genre. fluff

warnings. none that i can think of

word count.

an. silly little head canon (college student ✋🏼) sorry for disappearing!!!

- Studying at Jeff's is a serene and sweet atmosphere.

- The orange and pink hues of sunset hit your notebook as you made revision notes, old classic songs playing from Jeff's radio as background noise.

- Suddenly you felt a large hand tuck your hair strand behind your ear.

- You smile, knowing it’s Jeff when he continues to tie your hair up more neatly. “As pretty as your hair is, it’s gonna be in your way” he mutters in his calming voice.

- Your smile widens as you look up at him from where he’s standing over you “thank you babe” you say, puckering your lips playfully for a kiss.

- He chuckles at your antics before leaning in to mould your lips together, he hums satisfied, before pulling away.

- “You’re not stressing yourself too much are you?” He asks and you shake your head “nope”

- He hums again. “I don’t believe you”

- “Huh?”

- “You’ve been here since morning, it’s now evening. Come get some rest love” he says, leaving no room for argument as he picks you up so easily from the chair, his muscular veiny arms that were displayed from his rolled up sleeves wrapped around you tightly.

- You yelped slightly as you sling your arms over his shoulders so you don’t fall.

- He lays across the sofa and places you in between his legs, allowing him to give you a shoulder massage and press wet kisses across your neck.

- You melt into his embrace, momentarily forgetting all about you work until you felt his breath in your ear.

- “All this work is going to give you a headache, at least let me help you out with the work, okay angel?” He says and you smile, knowing it’s not negotiable.

- “Okay love” you replied, before pressing a kiss to his hand that lay on your shoulders.

[thatshithurted8]

jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday 

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday! 

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder. 

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep. 

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring. 

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world. 

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix. 

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix. 

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar. 

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well. 

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze. 

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks. 

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction. 

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure. 

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you. 

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy. 

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly. 

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you. 

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring. 

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan. 

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life. 

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.  

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar. 

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you. 

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms. 

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way. 

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor. 

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating. 

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant. 

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh. 

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh. 

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura. 

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close. 

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared. 

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep. 

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you. 

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do. 

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took. 

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile. 

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker. 

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?” 

[avenging-fandoms]

Could you possibly write a blurb about quarantine sex with Jeff but you're an exhibitionist and want to fuck in front of his big window? This is for sin hour btw. Love your writings!!

“this quarantine is no joke, babe, i feel like we’re gonna have to fight just to get some other entertainment” jeff sighed and you laugh, playing with the hair that fell on his forehead. 

“well.. i do kind of have an idea” your finger traced along his beard and his eyebrows raised slightly, curious, hanging on your next word. “we’ve had sex almost all over this apartment, but i really wanna try a new place”

“there’s a place we haven’t had sex? impossible” he mumbled and kissed your neck, rubbing your side as he left wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck. your fingers ran through his hair behind his head, wrapping your leg over his waist. 

“i wanna fuck against that big window, jeff” you whisper in his ear, and his head perked up. “i want everyone to see how good you fuck me, daddy” his hand wrapped around your throat and kissed you. he pulled you up and pushed you into the living room. 

“you’re right, and everyone’s gonna hear you too” he spun you around and lifted up your shirt, the cold glass hardening your nipples making you moan. “you’re so fucking dirty, yn. you want the whole city to see you getting fucked?” you bite your lip and nod, jeff’s fingers rubbing your clit and grinding his dick against your ass. 

“fuck, jeff” you moan, pushing yourself against him and circling your ass against him. “just fuck me already, please” you beg, jeff pushing down your shorts and licking his fingers, rubbing up and down your pussy. you spit on your hand and pump his cock, guiding his cock into you. you grip onto the handle of the door, jeff pushing your cheek against the glass as his fist gripped your hair. “yes, daddy, you fuck me so good” you gasp and he slides open the door, your hands holding onto the frame of the door. 

“scream my name, baby, i want the whole fucking city of los angeles to know who’s fucking you this good” jeff held your hips and you rolled your eyes back, dropping your head. 

“jeff, fuck, right there daddy, fuck yes” you thought the whole city of los angeles could hear you as you loudly moaned his name. you turned around and jeff wrapped your legs around his waist, jeff bouncing you on his dick and pressing his lips against yours. 

“you like my cock deep in you, huh, baby? you want everyone to hear you being fucked by daddy’s cock?” you nod and hold his face, your fingers running through his sweaty hair. “fuck baby i’m gonna cum in you, i’m gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours”

“fill me up, daddy, please” you gasp as you came, jeff grunting as his cum shot into you, moaning into your mouth. “thank you daddy” he smiled and kissed you softly, closing the patio door and taking you into the bathroom and cleaning you and himself up. you got redressed and sat on the edge of the bed, jeff coming out of the bathroom and holding your chin, kissing your forehead and the top of your head. you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cold cheek against his bare stomach. 

“i love you, baby” jeff whispered, getting on his knees and kissing all over your face. you smile and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you and rubbing his back. 

“i love you more, jeff” you whisper back, kissing his shoulder and rubbing his back as the two of you lay silently in bed. “you think anyone heard us?”

“i really hope they did” jeff smiled, kissing your shoulders and neck. 

[dirtydobrik]

your heart was glass, i dropped it - j.w.

plot: you and jeff have been together for a few years but when you stumble across an engagement ring, your relationship changes

word count: 1650

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note: i started writing this over the summer with no direction on how to end it but champagne problems by taylor swift inspired me to finish this (title is a lyric from the song)

“Babe, can I use your computer?” you asked, as you poured yourself another cup of coffee. You had spent the night at your boyfriend's, and even though you had taken the day off from work, you needed to check if any emails you had gotten required an immediate response.

“Of course,” Jeff said. "Just don’t get sucked into work, you took the day off for a reason," he reminded.  

"I'll only be an hour, two tops," you promised, giving him a quick kiss before taking your coffee mug into his office and settling into his desk chair. You powered on his desktop computer and silently hoped you didn’t have a lot of work to do.

You opened a new web browser to log into your email account, but a website in the bookmarks bar quickly caught your eye. Curious as to why he had a jeweler bookmarked, you clicked on the link. Your heart stopped when you saw a diamond ring pop up on the screen. The ring was stunning: it was simple and elegant but also modern and everything you could possibly want in an engagement ring. But a part of you knew you didn’t want the ring, or any ring. Despite being together for almost three years, you and Jeff hadn’t really talked about marriage, and to be honest, you weren’t sure it was something you ever wanted.

An engagement ring made everything real. It elevated what the relationship was and required a level of commitment you weren’t sure you could handle. Aside from the pressures of a marriage, you were also worried about how this would affect your career. You were currently working as an intern for an entertainment attorney and in your third and final year of law school at UCLA. Your future was still ahead of you and you had no idea where you would end up. Jeff's life was heavily based in LA, and you knew you didn't want to do a long distance relationship with him but you also didn't want to force yourself to stay here.  

You needed to get your mind off of the ring, and finally got to work. You logged into your email to reply to the few you had, as well as reviewing a handful documents and answering a few phone calls. An hour and a half later, you were finalizing your last email when Jeff knocked on the door. He poked his head in to make sure you weren't on a call before crossing the room and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You felt yourself tense up when you felt his arms and prayed he didn't notice as you took a deep breath and tried to relax. Jeff rested his chin on the top of your head, looking at the post-it notes you had randomly placed on his desk.

"Busy morning?" he remarked, and you nodded.

"But I'm done now," you said, your eyes quickly scanning the email you just written and hitting send. You signed out of your email account and closed the browser. You set the sticky notes you needed to keep into a pile and tossed the others into the small trashcan before spinning around to face your boyfriend. "What's our plan for the day?" you asked, needing something to distract you from the looming thoughts of a proposal.

"Let's take a drive," Jeff grinned.

His hand rested on your inner thigh as he drove along the coast. The windows were rolled down and Jeff was humming to the songs playing softly on the radio, but your mind was elsewhere. You absentmindedly picked at the skin around your nails as you imagined potential scenarios that could lead to a proposal tonight. You knew you weren't thinking logically right now, but the engagement ring Jeff had bookmarked kept clouding your judgment. You knew stopping to watch the sunset over the cliffs wouldn't necessarily lead to a proposal, you guys did that all the time. But the fact that you did it so often made you think it was a reasonable way for Jeff to ask you to marry him.

You saw Jeff's mouth move but you didn’t have a clue what he was saying.

"Babe, are you okay?" he repeated, looking over at you.

You nodded. "Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind and a killer migraine right now," you lied.

 When you got back to Jeff's apartment, you told him you were going to take a nap while he edited a video.

  “What’s goin on with you?” Jeff asked, as you diced an onion for the homemade tomato sauce you were making for dinner.  

“Nothing,” you muttered, not wanting to start a fight. You scraped the diced onion off the cutting board and into the hot pan. He could tell you were distant and distracted by something but he had no idea what it was.

"It's obviously something. You've been quiet and ignoring me all day," he pointed out and you scolded yourself for making things obvious.

"Jeff, I really don't want to talk about it," you insisted, your eyes silently pleading with him to drop the subject. He sighed, desperately wanting to have the conversation. He hated how closed off you were, how you never talked about your feelings, how you used work and school as an excuse to get out of things.

But he knew you wouldn’t say anything, so he dropped the subject, instead telling you about his day. He watched you force a smile as he talked and even though he knew you were trying to act interested, your mind was elsewhere.

You added crushed tomatoes into the pan, and asked Jeff to fill a pot with water so you could boil it for the pasta.

 You took two plates out of the cabinet and plated the pasta. You brought them over to the kitchen table, where Jeff was already sitting.

“Smells delicious,” he grinned, and you gave him a half smile and a quick thanks.

You sat down across from him, telling him about how work had gone and what your schedule for next week looked like, but the entire time, you couldn’t stop thinking about the engagement ring. The candles on the dining table remained unlit and you knew Jeff was a romantic, but thoughts of him getting down on one knee and proposing kept creeping into your mind. As badly as you wanted to be fully present with him today, you just couldn’t.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Jeff asked, putting his fork down and locking eyes with you. You nodded, unable to form a sentence, but he didn’t believe it. “Honey, talk to me,” he urged, annoyed that you had been avoiding something all day.  

You sighed, dropping your metal fork on to the ceramic plate. “It's nothing, I just don’t want to ruin what we already have,” you said, staring blankly at him.

Jeff’s eyebrows knit together, confusion plastered across his face. “What the hell are you talking about?” he questioned. Things between the two of you were fine and he didn't have a clue what could ruin it.

“I know about the ring, Jeff,” you admitted and his jaw dropped. Not wanting to start a fight, you stood up from the table, pushing your chair back. Jeff reached for your arm, his eyes meeting yours, and you reluctantly sat back down. His hand wrapped around your fingers, as you rested your hand on the table. He didn’t know what to say, so he waited for you to talk.  

 "I can't say yes," you whispered, looking down at the kitchen table. Jeff slowly ran his thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. He was at a loss for words. "I love you, Jeff, I truly do. But I'm about to graduate law school and I'm just starting my career. I don't want to pass on an incredible opportunity because it's not in LA, and I know that your life is here, and I wouldn't ever make you move for me but long distance sucks," you rambled on, telling him about how you weren't sure you ever wanted to get married or have kids and how you were too young to make life decisions. You could tell Jeff was biting his tongue, trying to hold back.

"I love you," he spoke softly, his eyes watering.

"I love you, too, but that's not all that matters. You deserve to be with someone who can commit to you. You deserve to have the family you've always dreamed of. You deserve someone better than me."

"But I want to be with you," he insisted. Your teary eyes met his and you slowly shook your head. You couldn’t let him stay with you, not when you knew you couldn't give him everything he wanted in life.

"I'm sorry." You stood up from the table, trying to hold back your sobs, leaving him lost and confused.  

"I didn’t buy it," he muttered, his eyes bloodshot as he leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom, where you were packing all of your things. "But would it have been the worst thing in the world if I asked you to marry me?"

You took a deep breath, turning to face him, but when you opened your mouth, no words came out. All you could do was nod, silently breaking his heart.

You finished filling your duffle bag and slung it over your shoulder. Your eyes filled with tears as you avoided meeting Jeff's gaze, not wanting to make the situation worse than it needed to be.

"I love you," you said, standing on your toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And I'm so sorry," you whispered before opening the front door and walking out, leaving behind the love you shared and the life you two had built together.

[duskypinkbow]

All Love II Jeff Wittek

word count: 3k-ish (she a big baaaby)

summary: I got inspired by All Love by Fletcher... so I guess that explains it?...

note: English isn't my first language.. so plss excuse my mistakes ✨

tw: mention of drugs, drinking (tell me if there are more?)

Jeff’s and your story goes way back. Him being a friend of one of your older cousins, made his face a familiar one in your neighborhood. Although you didn’t see him very often nor interacted with him in any way, you knew who he was. You remembered his face, recognized his eyes and always reminded yourself of his beautiful smile. He was the barber boy from the shop across the street. The handsome guy from around the corner, involved in far too many erroneous decisions. You saw him cutting peoples hair, always admiring his work ethic at such a young age. You heard your cousin dropping his name in stories he told you and your siblings about stuff they did together, for which they did or did not get caught for. Jeff Wittek wasn’t a stranger to you, but you wouldn’t consider him a friend either. 

That changed when you reconnected with him a few years later. Both of you chasing your dreams in Miami Beach, not knowing from each other's presence in the city of the sun. The two of you bumped into each other at a party, hosted by one of Jeff’s closest friends, who coincidentally also was an acquaintance of one of your friends. As you spotted him in the crowd of people, smoking a cigarette you assured yourself that he couldn’t recall who you were. For one thing because he was fairly intoxicated and for another thing because you didn’t even know if he knew your name in the first place. You being the little cousin of one of his friends from back home. Why would he even remember your face?

Even though you were sure that he wouldn’t recognize you, you tried your best to avoid an encounter with him. Whenever he looked in your direction, you quickly turned away. When he somehow came closer to where you were, you searched for an excuse to disappear. You didn’t even know why you were so afraid and nervous to stand in front of him, but you continued your hiding nonetheless.

After a very successful night of preventing to meet him, and after you saw him leave the party, you decided it was time to celebrate your performance with a drink. You went to the nearest bar and tried to order yourself a cocktail when a tall man decided to fill the empty space next to you. „Heeeyy“ he introduced himself while he semi-leaned towards your small frame, his hands placed on the counter. „Hi“ you responded shortly, smiling with closed lips as you noticed it was him who was standing right next to you.  

Although your eyes deliberately went in the opposite direction than he was standing, he reclined back and squinted his eyes before he asked you „do I know you?“. You quickly shook your head and nervously tapped on the counter in front of you. „I don’t think so…“ you answered, still not returning his gaze. His eyes scanned your figure up and down before he pointed at you and rephrased his statement „I do know you!“ now sure about his cognizance. „I think you are mistaking me…“ you uttered tremulously, your hands fidgeting with your own fingers. Your level of uncomfortableness increasing by the minute, as his inebriated breath created a veil around your face. „I do…“ he objected trying very hard to recollect his memory. 

„Shiiiit..“ he spit out when he finally realized, elongating on the vocal „you’re from back home right?“ he spluttered before he put one of his hands on your shoulder to use you as a strut, demising the possibility of him falling down. You let out a little gasp as your gaze went to his hand. Looking at his long fingers nestling your naked shoulder. „You are from Staten Island! Aren’t ya’?“ he questioned you, exaggerating on his accent, his hand back on the counter and a big smile decorating his face, now very sure about his recognition. You breathed out at the sudden loss of physical contact. „Holy shit you really grew up, didn’t ya’?“ he mentioned while he scanned your whole body again. „Fuck, does Leo know that you run around looking like that?“ his words spoken while he pointed his finger at your outfit, a cigarette placed between his digits.

Still intimidated by the tall brunette standing next to you, you cleared your throat, gathered all your strength and spoke up „…that's not of his concern“. You breathed out, looking for the bartender, pleased and proud of your confident demeanor. Although you didn’t look at him, you noticed how his smile got even bigger, showing his perfect teeth as he finished the last pull of his smoke. „Well, certainly not anymore huh?“ he admitted right before he called the bartender, apparently another friend of his, to order drinks for the two of you.

During the rest of the night he didn’t left your side for one second. He told you about his friends, explained what he was doing if he wasn’t attending parties and gave you an extensive heads-up about places you shouldn’t go to. You friendly declined his offer of him walking you home but surrendered as he insisted on doing it anyways. Since your friend, which promised you to go home together, left the party with a random dude, it was safer for you to be accompanied by Jeff then going home all by yourself. „I hope to see you around y/n..“ he confessed when he was about to leave your apartment building. You took a last look into his eyes, nodded and let him vanish in the darkness of the night.

Although you tried your best not to spend much time with Jeff, you couldn’t avoid the fact that the two of you grew inevitably closer. Part of the reason being that two of your friends started dating, which particularly forced you to spend more time together. And the other one being that both of you shared the same hometown, which made you just relate to one another on a level no-one could really understand. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy Jeff’s company, but you wouldn’t admit to it either. Neither to your friends and certainly not to Jeff himself. 

In virtue of your and his friends group colliding you found yourself run in the wrong circle of people. The ones your family and especially your cousin Leo always warned you about. But Jeff, keeping his promise to Leo, watched out for you and tried his best to keep you out of the affairs. He always told you not to try the drugs some of your friends were doing, although it were his friends that brought them to the table. He revealed horror stories of downfalls some of his friends had, while you saw the same things happening to your acquaintance. He tried his best to keep you on the right path. And his effort finally made you realize, that Miami isn’t the right place for you. 

One night when all of your and his friends were partying in a penthouse, he begged you not to drink too much. Even though you were extremely annoyed by all the restrictions he already made for you, you obeyed him, not wanting that night to end in an argument. So instead of getting drunk, to keep up with intoxicated people, you just drank until you felt a little tipsy. You thought he just wanted to keep his promise to Leo. That he didn’t want you to do something stupid that you would regret someday. But in reality he just wanted you to be at least semi-sober for the very first kiss he was about to give you that very night. 

He walked you home, a habit the two of you adapted during the last few weeks of being friends. He gave you his jacket, embracing you in warmth filled with a mixture of the smell of cigarettes but most importantly his incomparable sent. He tried to take smaller steps for you, since your small body couldn’t keep up with his pace. And that in spite of getting more and more nervous with every street the two of you passed. He felt his heart beat faster with every step he took. His fingers getting shaky as he brought you closer to your place. 

When you finally stood in front of your entrance, searching for your keys, he took them out of his pocket. „Looking for those doll?“ he asked, swallowing away all the insecurities he had before and making a small step in your direction. You nodded lightly at the sight of your keys, a strand of hair falling down in front of your face. Jeff stepped forward and put the keys in the looker, your back now pressed against the entrance of your apartment. 

You looked up into his darkened brown eyes, your lips parted as you breathed out slowly, feeling his somewhat alcoholized breath against your skin. „Fuck…“ he said with his raspy voice, making you smell the drink he has drunk that evening. You swallow your uncertainty, your head fell back on the door just by the thought of tasting the liquor his lips enjoyed just hours ago. He breathed out, his gaze still focused on you „I promised Leo to protect you…“ he started slowly. „Keeping an eye on you…“ he continued while putting the fallen down strand of hair back behind your ear. „Making sure you don’t get in trouble…“ getting more and more quiet and closer to your face with every word he spoke. „But fuck y/n…“ his arms now resting on each side of your head, as if there is a protective shield around your body that doesn’t allow him to touch you. His lips not even an inch away from yours now „I can’t resist you anymore…“ he whispered almost inaudibly before he broke the guarding shield by pressing his lips on yours. You tasted the smoke on his tongue, the booze on his lips and the lust in his quiet moans. He pressed you against your door, your hands tangled up in his hair while he lifted you up, pulled you closer by your waist and opened the door for you to finally get in.

The two of you thought it was the first and last time that this had happened. But after just that one breathtaking night you shared, tangled up in your sheets, both of you carved for more. Therefore, drunk hookups turned into casually sleeping with each other. Eventually even when sober. You tried to keep it a secret, but the looks you gave each other and the ‘coincidently going home at the same time’ - every time - made your friends catch on rather fast. There was no denying that you had a thing for each other. But it was never anything too serious. Both of you just living in the moment. No rush and no need to put labels on a thing that could change any second. It was a fast life you had on the east coast. And it changed way faster than each one of you could have imagined. 

After all you had to end your little ongoing amorous adventure for the simple reason that life had other plans for you. An opportunity to fulfill your career dreams coaxed you to move away. So that’s what you did. Leaving the barber boy alone in the city of the sun.  And since you’ve been gone, shit quickly went down for him. Though you kept in touch with each other and though you  told him ‚not to fuck up‘ , he changed when you left. So it wasn’t even a surprise when your cousin called you to tell you, that Jeff had to go to jail.

-

A few years later you sat in one of your favorite bars, enjoying the night with some of your  closest friends. Pleased with where you were in live and what you have achieved in those past few years. You worked your butt off just to celebrate your promotion for a highly regarded position. A thousand cups of coffee, endless sleepless nights and sacrificed relationships finally paid off, just so you can finally celebrate your accomplishment. Yet your mood to party shifted when you saw a familiar face entering the crowded room. Happiness overcame you for a second, while you looked into those known and unmatchable deep brown eyes. How long has it been? You questioned yourself. Wanting nothing more than to catch up with the handsome man who you haven’t seen in ages. 

But your mood quickly changed after you saw him holding hands with another girl, walking right behind him. It took a while for him to notice your presence in-between those random faces, but after your eyes met he didn’t hesitate to make his way up to you. And before your brain could deal with the situation and even before your feelings could cope with the shock, he was already standing in front of you. „Y/n!“ he said in excitement, giving you a one-armed hug. Yet that’s enough for you to take in his acquainted scent. Even though there is no more indication for the smell of cigarettes, it brought back so many old memories. 

You tried to say something, but there was an ache in your throat that prevented you from making a sound. „She is an old friend of mine…“ he explained and avoided the possibility of an awkward moment of silence as well as introducing you to the girl which was standing right by his side. You waved at her, smiling politely after she introduced herself to you „How have you been?“ he asked you curiously with a big smile on his face, eyes lighten up when he put one of his arms around his company. You hesitated for a second, eyes pierced at his hand curving around the waist of the woman in his hold. Trying to manage the situation before you finally began to talk „I’m…“ you start, returning his gaze before recollecting yourself once again and starting anew, „I’m doing fine…“ you lied, a convincing smile conjured up on your face to conceal the sadness which was building up inside of you. „We should-“ he started, right before someone of his friends screamed his name. He apologized genuinely for the sudden interruption. However, he promised to catch up with you through the course of the night, before he left you and you friends alone.

„Who was that?“ a friend of yours asked you abuzz in excitement. „An old friend…“ you answered with a crack in your voice. Purposely repeating his words as your gaze followed his figure. You felt your throat closing with every step he took bringing distance between your bodies. You bit your inner lip, your eyes close to tears. But instead of drowning in melancholy you remembered the reason for your celebration. So you tried to stop the waiter just to ask her „Can we get another round of shots please?“

With every shot you took, you tried to forget about the looks he used to give you, when your eyes met his. Tried to forget about those late night walks on the beach, admiring the stars and talking about anything and everything. To forget how loved he made you feel when you shared a bed with him and spend days not leaving it. With every shot you just wanted to numb your heart the same way that the burning liquor was actually just numbing your brain. 

It wasn’t a secret that you thought about him from time to time. His name popped in your head whenever you talked to your cousin, which wasn’t as often as it used to be, yet you asked yourself what Jeff has been up to, when Leo didn’t mention him. Because he was indeed your favorite memory of your days in Miami. Still wondering if your name ever crosses his mind. If he remembers the moments the two of you shared with each other. If those were happy reminiscences, or if you were not more than just a short fling for him. 

As the night went on you tried not to be too obvious about your looks towards his new group of friends. However you were too nosey about where he was or what he was doing. That’s when you saw his face buried in the nape of her neck. He gave her little kisses on her throat until he made his way up to her lips. His eyes small, dimples deep and just full of happiness. The smile which was plastered on his face, one you knew just too well. Yet it wasn’t determined for you anymore. It felt like a thousand knives were stabbed in your body all at once. Like your lungs cut off all your air, stopping you from breathing, making you suffocate from the pain. You smiled approvingly at her after she glanced at you. Her eyes full of happiness, while yours almost begun to fill with tears. 

Before things could get worse your body robotically squeezed itself through the masses of people until you made your way outside, trying to gasp for some air. Whilst you took a deep breath you felt your body calming down again. 

You gave your thoughts the chance to understand and tried to comprehend the situation as you went to a nearby parking lot. Although you know you shouldn’t do it, your mind made you question yourself. What does she got that you don’t have? Comparing your noticeable similarities and your striking differences. Your eyes almost the same color. Is it because she is taller than you? Your hair about the same length. Or because she has a cuter nose then yours? After a few more terrible comparisons you realized that it doesn’t lead to anything. Besides everything that made him fall for her, she also had the courage to fall for the man you’ve always admired. 

Your gaze went up to the sky, trying to see at least some starts in between the dirty nightlights. A few tears fell down your cheek as you thought about your days in Miami. But instead of feeling sorry for yourself, you tried to be happy for your friend. That, regardless how many wrong decisions he made, it ended more then well for him.

Right before you came clean with that and made your way back to the bar to continue the celebration, a familiar voice stopped you.

"y/n?"

[blissfulsun]

Oooh girl there was once concept I sent you awhile back and I'm still craving it. It's where you are either cramping cause you're on your period or you've just had a horrid day, and pre-relationship Jeff wants to go all out to comfort you but he doesn't know how to do that without revealing his ever growing feelings towards you. I'm in for sooo much fluff right now. I have written SO much smut in the past 2 days that I just need some Jeffrey cuddle time at this point. LOL

late but I hope u still like it I love uuuuu❣️

It’s a day from hell, your meeting running well into your lunch break and workload never ceasing in volume.

To top it off, your period comes early and surprises you in the middle of the afternoon.

So with a heavy heart, you drop Jeff a simple message asking to reschedule your movie night.

There’s no reply as you finally get in your car and watch the office disappear around the corner, it’s looming pressure still heavy on your shoulders even as you ran for the lift inside your apartment complex.

You check your phone again, thrown deepening at the read 5:08pm that stares back at you.

Is he upset? The last thing you need on this Friday night is for your best friend to be upset with you for cancelling your weekly movie night.

The dark thoughts stay with you as you make it to your floor and step off the elevator, only to smack straight into a hard wall, or rather, chest as you turn the corner to your door.

‘Woah...careful doll’ you hear him before you see him, head lifting up so fast it almost gives you a whiplash as you finally look up to see Jeff standing right in front of you, one hand holding a plastic bag & other wrapped around your lower back to stop the almost fall you’ve had.

‘Hi? I - did you get my text? I’m so sorry but I’ve had the worst day ever and I don’t know if-‘ Jeff stops your stressed rambling, sensing the way tension to seeps into you as you continue to rant.

His hand drops the bag in an instant, both moving to carefully wrap around the nape of your neck and the other to cradle your warm cheek respectively.

‘I figured as much, you’ve been mia all day & I thought I’d grab your favourite and we could talk about it yeah? What do ya say doll?’

He’s soft in his delivery, eyes focused on your every expression and head leaning down to look you directly in the eye.

It makes his own mind spin momentarily before he reminds himself to focus on you and what you need right now.

You almost protest. Nearly thank him for being thoughtful but ask to reschedule in order to wallow in your own pity for the night.

But then you let yourself indulge, feel Jeff’s familiar warmth surrounding you after not seeing him since last week, texts and face time calls not nearly enough to appease your heart.

Giving in feels cathartic. Jeff knows it too, as soon as your head falls against his hard chest, this time intentionally, and you wrap your smaller arms around his waist in a needed hug.

The two of you stay that way for a while, minutes going by with you wrapped up tightly in his warmth, the stresses of your day slowly melting away.

Jeff himself finds his own eyes closing, taking a deep breath to truly appreciate having you this close, it only happens once in a while.

The comfort of it, familiarity in the way you find such solace in each other, no matter how busy you both become, how hard your week has been or how life gets in the way sometimes, you always have this: each other to hold tight.

His heart syncs with your own, thudding against your rib cage and softly against his own through his sweater. It feels so right, so easy to let the words slip past his mouth when you furrow deeper into his embrace, nose inhaling his familiar scent that’s just so Jeff it hurts.

The ‘I love you, so much darling’ feels equal parts euphoric and terrifying as he whispers his confession into your hairline.

You pause, all movement ceased as your mine catches up to his words.

Spoken so eloquently in the hallway as your food gets called in the bag by both your feet.

When you try to pull away, only far enough to see him again, Jeff’s initial response is to try and keep you in his arms.

The laugh and half playful huff of his name which leaves your mouth makes the man cave and finally let you move away.

‘You mean?-‘ ‘that I’m in love with my best friend? Yeah...kinda’ he interrupts your gentle prodding, breath picking up as your pretty eyes only stare at him in silent wonder.

He wants you to look at him like that all the time. ‘What - I, When?’ You finally stutter out, heart leaping in your chest at the way his right hand subconsciously reaches to nervously play with the hair at the back of his hair.

Jeff almost asks you two to continue this inside, his brain firing a quick reminder that staying put makes his escape route much easier if it all goes south.

He’s already done it now: said the words that have plagued his mind for months.

He doesn’t regret them, feels somewhat lighter despite your lack or response mirroring the daydreams in which he’s taken to building up this pretty little life the two of you could have.

He laughs nervously, ‘When? I mean, properly? since December I guess. If you want the exact moment then I can’t give you that- I think I’ve been in love with you since that time you met my mom and helped her make breakfast and you made my dad laugh so hard he got hiccups. Or maybe when you called in sick to go to the vets with me when Nerf found my chocolate stash or-‘

Jeff doesn’t get to finish that thought. To continue his endless list of reasons you’re the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last person he thinks about before bed as he finds you in his dreams soon after that.

You’ve heard enough, throat closing up as your best friend admits he’s loved you for almost 10 months now, perhaps longer if half of his recollections are anything to go by.

Your lips are on his before you even think it through, a natural instinct to the sweet words that drip off his tongue.

Jeff falls into it within seconds, eyes bulging open before he realises you’re kissing him and he finally closes them before reciprocating the soft touch as his hand wrap around your waist and pull you in tight.

Once you run out of breath and have to pull away, his lips chase your own before your giggling make him smile and take in the sight of you staring up at him like he’s brighter than every star in the sky.

‘I take it you-‘

‘I love you too’ you confess, promise to tell him every instance that’s made your heart leap in your chest once you two get inside and cuddle on the couch with the somehow still warm food in your laps.

[wvttvk]

are u up? — Jeff Wittek

a/n: just a random horny thing I wrote last night, idk lol. smut&language warning. lmk what ya think. 2.1k words. (( are u up? pt2 ))

Fuck.

Your eyes shot open, meeting only the darkness of the bedroom. You were definitely awake now. You sat up in the love sac, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. You immediately noticed the layer of sweat coating your body. You felt uncomfortably flustered, a feeling you were familiar with. As you fought to get out of the blanket you had become entangled in, you climbed out from the giant bean bag you’d fallen asleep in.

Through a crack in the curtains you could just barely see the moonlight casting the fainted sliver of light into the bedroom. It was Natalie’s room, you remembered; memories of a long night flooding your brain. It had turned from a day of shooting for the vlog to a night of drinking at David’s house. The group was exhausted and therefore were drinking like monsters, a drunken mosh pit of hormonal friends grinding on each other. It was probably one of your favorite nights.

Through the darkness you saw Natalie and Corinna in the bed, their bodies forming a V, their legs intertwined to a point. You smiled from the cuteness but also in relief that you hadn’t gotten extremely horny in bed while next to your friends. You stood from the floor, and grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer next to you. You needed to get out of the room, you needed water and maybe some fresh air. You needed a release.

Adorned in a big t-shirt and cheeky underwear, you slid out the room, your phone in hand. Once out of the room you crept into the kitchen, seeing that none of the group were sleeping out on the main couch. You thought to yourself that Jeff, Zane, and Todd were most likely sleeping in the studio or in Dave’s room, so you continued to the kitchen. After making it to the sink with only one injury; a horribly painful stubbed toe, that you reacted to in what you had deemed an impressive manner—only whisper-yelling “fuck” at a moderate volume. As far as you were concerned you were successful in your escape to the kitchen undetected by your sleeping friends.

You leaned against the counter, turning on the cold water. The coolness of the water against your burning skin felt so nice, your hands rubbing against your forehead, cheeks and neck. What had you been dreaming? Even now, you shifted your thighs against each other in hopes to ease the pressure. Your screen lit up next to you.

A message from Jeff. You hated to admit it but damn at the sight of his name you felt the heat in your cheeks begin to bloom. He was sexy, everyone knew it. However, he knew as well as you did, that as a member of the friend group, sex among the friends has shown to be a true road to disaster. So when Todd had drunkenly exposed Jeff for admitting you were hot, you made a decision: you sure as hell didn’t want any drama. Therefore, he was a forbidden fruit. Something that you can look at all you want, but can’t touch. So you tried to steer clear of Jeff. Always keeping him at arm's length, friendly but not too personal. And that worked fine for you.

Opening the text, you felt your heart begin to race again.

are u up?

It was such a simple text but god were you excited to see his name on your phone at 4:34 in the morning. You responded a quick yes before you could talk yourself back to Natalie's room.

You leaned against the counter, your hands scooping your hair to pull into a ponytail. You could feel the hair at the base of your back that had been matted with sweat. The cold of the counter felt good on your lower back through the thin shirt and you let your head fall on your shoulders, the tiredness letting your eyelids flutter closed in resting.

“Hey.”

His voice sliced through the silence around us and my eyes shot open at the shock.

“Holy—What the fuck, Jeff.” You whisper-shouted across the kitchen island, you hand raising to rest on your heart. “You scared me. I didn’t even hear you...” you trailed off, watching as he casually walked through the kitchen grabbing two water bottles and continuing to stand adjacent to you. His arm reached across the empty space, a water in hand. You reached out to grab it, mumbling a thank you. From such a slight interaction you felt your body react to his proximity.

You hated how attracted you were to him, how his slightest move sparked such a chemical reaction from you. Your eyes were glued to his. The warm brown of his eyes looked so beautiful in the light of the moon. His lips were moving but you didn’t hear what they said, you were too locked in on how his eyes raced across your face, occasionally dropping to glance at your body so quickly, you had almost missed it completely.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm” you snapped back to reality, “what did you say?” He took a step closer and your heartbeat dropped to between your thighs. Your legs just slightly shifted tighter and as much as you hoped he hadn’t, Jeff noticed. His eyes dropped lower, rising again to land on your eyes. A smirk was just ghosting his lips and you knew he knew. You just hoped he wouldn’t talk about it.

“I asked, why are you up?” The words had tumbled so gracefully from his lips, the syllables dragging as he shifted in your space. He moved just slightly closer to where you were leaning. There was no way to create distance without noticeably running away from him.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep, I needed to get some water. And you?” You countered trying to make innocent conversation but Jeff was feeling playful.

“You didn’t get water till I got here.” His face no longer trying to hide the smirk spreading across his lips.

“I was just—whatever,” you rolled your eyes, your cheeks were warm and you knew he was teasing you now. “Why are you up Jeff?” You asked, your arms crossing in front of you.

“Same as you…” he began. When his eyes dropped from yours again, you realized your clothes—or lack of clothes you were wearing. You released your arms trying to remain nonchalant as Jeff visibly checked you out. You cleared your throat again. Your mouth was dry and you know that you were wet, you needed to get out of this damn kitchen.

With the silence and the intensity of Jeff’s stare, you needed a quick escape. So you straightened yourself to Jeff, “Alright well I’m going back to bed...”

You had just barely taken a step into your escape when Jeff’s hand reached out to touch your side. The heat of his palm was against your stomach and his long fingers just skimmed the curb of your waist, he just slightly moved you back to your prior position leaning against the counter, only now his hand was against the thin fabric of your shirt.

He stepped closer, he was completely in your space, his right hand against the left side of your abdomen, trapping you against the counter. He felt so much taller now, his shoulders turning down for him to move his face next to yours.

Your breathing was noticeably uneven as his nose brushed against your jaw, his hot breath rushing along your neck and collar bones. You took in a sharp inhale as you felt the tips of his fingers toy with the bottom of your t-shirt, his fingers skimming across the skin above your underwear.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep.” His lips were at the shell of your ears as he questioned you, his index finger tracing back and forth against the lining of your underwear. It was so hard for you to fight a moan as well as fight the urge to move your hand between your thighs. You couldn’t speak, really. This all was becoming so much, you were horny and you couldn’t sleep, this is not what you had in mind as a way to calm down.

Before you could muster an answer he moved his hand to cup you through your panties. He finally was able to conjure a vocal gasp from you, your hand rising to hold on to his bicep. His face pulled back to look at you, his eyes now dark and filled with something new. “Hmm?” He asked again, the playfulness in his tone clear as he knew you were quite literally putty in his hands.

“I-“ you didn’t even know what to say. He had begun using his middle finger to apply pressure to your center through the thin fabric of your underwear, his teasing was too much. He felt how wet you were, he knew he won, but he needed to hear you say it. You let out what sounded like frustrated whine as you caved. “Please, Jeff.”

He didn’t tease you much longer, with a victorious smile his lips pressed hungrily against yours. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, brushing against yours in the most delicious way. But you needed more, and you caught his lip between your teeth. Just enough for him to hiss in shock, his eyes reigniting with a fire that matched yours.

His hand that had been cupping you rose to your face, his thumb brushing your lips before pushing into your mouth. Your lips closed around his thumb and your tongue grazed it as he retracted it from your mouth, a raspy and quiet moan sneaking out from Jeff’s mouth.

His smile was dark and confident as he let his hand fall to its previous spot, this time skillfully slipping into the fabric and feeling you for the first time. You let out a moan as his fingers traced against your slit, his thumb finding its way to your clit.

Your moans were muffled into his free hand as he thrusted his digits in and out of you. It was an alteration of lazily connecting your lips and Jeff kissing against your neck, his voice coming out in pants against your skin, sending shockwaves running through you. As his beard pricked your neck in the most beautiful way, and you dug your fingers into his arm, you were euphoric.

“S’good, Y/N.” He spoke against the skin of your collarbones. “C’mon, babe.” You knew you were close, your body was needing a release. With Jeff’s free hand sneaking under your shirt to your hardened nipples, you couldn’t hold out any longer. You came undone with his fingers still inside of you. He was holding most of your weight against the counter and your lips found his. He swallowed your moans and his thumb continued circling your clit as you rode the high.

Your forehead rested on his chest. It was rising and falling beneath you; you could feel his fingers still in you. You leaned off of him as his hand snakes out of your underwear. Looking at his face now, you were bright red. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he lifted his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. You were shocked at how forward he was and it made the pressure begin to rebuild in the pit of your stomach.

His eyes closed if only for a moment, and you heard him hum from behind his closed mouth. He pulled his fingers from his mouth, his dark eyes burning into yours again. You didn’t know what to say. You were beyond flustered. Before you could do anything, Jeff looped his hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a final kiss. Jeff took control of the kiss, making sure that you could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled away and you noticed his erection. You stepped forward, your lips pulling into a smirk, ready and almost excited to return the favor but Jeff stopped you. His hand wrapping around your wrist before you could feel his toned chest. Before your insecurities could question why, he spoke, letting his hand rest along your jaw, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips.

“Next time. Now you owe me one.” He said it with a smirk, walking around you. His hand quickly smacked your butt as he passed you, and you let out an airy gasp. Your whole body felt electric. His head turned back to you and he was already smiling, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He rounded the corner with a wink, and he was gone.

“Fuck.”

[graysgod]

bf! jeff and y/n visiting his family and it’s like a big family get together and jeff is being super soft and affectionate and his family is teasing him about it cause he’s usually a „tough guy“

I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted bb❤️ i honestly has a tough time with this one.

After dating Jeff for nearly 7 months you were finally going to meet his family. Although you had been begging him to bring you to his home town for a while now, you were feeling fairly nervous.

You guys landed in New York and eventually made it to Jeff’s childhood home. His mom and dad greeted both of you at the door. His mom, after hugging Jeff, pulled you into her arms to give you the biggest hug you’ve ever received.

“It’s so nice to meet you y/n, Jeff talks very highly of you.” Jeff’s dad said, also giving you a hug. “It’s nice to meet you both as well, i’m so excited to be here”, you responded somewhat shyly.

Jeff’s hand never left the small of your back and he led you into the kitchen after the greetings. It was pretty late, nearly midnight and Jeff wanted to go to bed. “Ma we’re heading to bed, we can catch up in the morning”. Maria nodded and you headed to Jeff’s childhood bedroom.

You giggled as you walked in and saw the rack of shoes. Typical Jeff. The two of you got ready for bed and fell asleep almost instantly in each others arms.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Jeff and his mother talking loudly in the kitchen. “Jeff, honey you are completely whipped for her”, you stifled a laugh hearing Jeff’s mom say that.

“What the hell ma? Listen I love y/n, but i wouldn’t say i’m whipped”. Jeff’s mom had to stifle a laugh at that. “Okay Mr. Tough Guy. It didn’t seem like that when I walked in on you being the little spoon.” You could imagine Jeff’s cheeks turning red at that. “Mom oh my god”.

You heard Jeff’s footsteps walking to his room so you jumped on the bed and pretended to be on your phone. “Hey baby, want some breakfast?” you nodded “Only if you make it for me ‘Mr. Tough Guy” you giggled.

[livingthe20somethingdream]

Mama || Jeff wittek

Request: ‘Can you please write about going home with Jeff to meet his parents, and Jeff gets jealous of how close you become with his mom?’

I sighed softly as I played with the hem of my dress as Jeff drove down his parents street, towards his childhood home. Jeff glanced over at me raising an eyebrow, “what’s on your mind, love?” , he asked placing his free hand on my thigh, running circles into it with his thumb, I shrugged not daring to look at him, instead looking out the window, avoiding his gaze, “ I just really want your parents to like me is all” I muttered, before looking back over at him. After a few moments we pulled into his parents driveway and he turned off the car, his full attention on me as he carefully took my face into his hands, looking into my eyes sweetly, “they are absolutely goin’ to adore you, lovey” he assured me giving me a soft kiss on my forehead, cheek, lips and then back up to my nose, making me blush slight while giggling. “Whatever you say” I stated still a little nervous, before getting out of the car, waiting for Jeff to grab our two suitecases and then following him up to the front door. Before we could even knock on the door an older women opened the door excitedly, “Oh My God, my baby boy is home” he exclaimed, giving Jeff a kiss on the cheek as he walked into the house and placing our stuff down beside him, giving his dad a big hug before turning his attention back to me, who was standing awkwardly inside the door. “Mom, Dad, I want you guys to officially meet my girlfriend.. this is Y/N..” he said proudly, smiling brightly at me as I smiled back turning my attention to his parents to whose grew wide with excitement, “Jeff, the pictures and the FaceTimes do not do her justice.. darling you are absolutely beautiful.” his mom stated pulling me into a bone crushing hug, as his father echoed her words, waiting patiently to give me a hug as well. Words could not describe how happy I was, and the amount of weight that taken off my shoulders just by those simple words from his mom and dad. “Alright alright, if you don’t mind I think Y/N and I are going to take our stuff upstairs and get settled in stated earning a nod from his mom, “ I’m gonna start cooking dinner, we’re having spaghetti, salad and garlic bread” she smiled, looking at me with a raised eye as if she were quietly asking if I was okay with that meal, which of course I nodded, “Sounds absolutely delicious” I said happily before following Jeff up the stairs and into his old bedroom. Before I could even sit down on the bed he turned to me with a cheeky smile, “see I told you they would like you” he said grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into a deep kiss, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, finding my hands pulling on the ends of his hair causing him to moan into my mouth. “Mmm, not that I don’t like where this is headed.. shouldn’t we try and be good... at least until your parents go to bed?” I asked biting my bottom lip making him sigh before letting go of my hips. “When they go to bed...it’s on” he muttered, causing me to throw my head back in laughter, “oh I’m sooo scared” I teased him, making him scoff before slapping my ass playfully. “I think I’m gonna go downstairs and see if your mom needs any help with the food” I stated before giving my boyfriend a kiss on the check and heading down the stairs to the kitchen. “Hey Mrs. Wittek.. I was wondering if you could use a hand with anything?” I asked causing her to smile from ear to ear, “oh darlin’, I would love some help.. do mind starting to chop up the vegetables for the salad?” She asked, I nodded. After a few minutes of comfortable silence she looked up at me, and I looked back at her with a smile wondering what was going through her head, “Y/N.. would like a glass of wine?” She asked, causing me to laugh loudly, “Oh you had no idea how lovely that sounds!” I responded making her chuckle as she grabbed two red wine glasses and a bottle of Malbec from their wine cellar.

We cheers to new relationships and continued on with the preparation of dinner, talking about anything and everything that we could, how Jeff was as a kid, what I went to college for, how Jeff and I met and so much more, I was so engrossed in our conversations that I didn’t even realize that Jeff had come to check on me, before retreating to living room where his dad was watching a rerun of a football game. “You know, I don’t think your mom has ever taken so quickly to anyone you’ve ever brought.. let alone shared one of her favorite wines with” his dad stated nonchalantly, causing Jeff to smile with a slight blush on his face, “yeah.. Y/N.. she’s just something special” he chuckled before turning his attention back to the game. About an hour later I walked into the living room, tapping Jeff on his shoulder, “Just wanted to let you guys know that dinner is ready..” I stated with a bright smile on my face as his father patted both of our shoulders and headed into the dinning room, I was about to follow suit before Jeff pulled me into his lap, causing me to gasp before giggling. He looked me in the eyes before blushing, “I just wanted to say... I’m so happy you an my parents are getting along so well... especially you and my mom..” he started, giving me a kiss on the cheek before continuing, “she’s never warmed up to someone so fast.. not gonna lie I’m kind of jealous” he stated, before continuing since he saw confusion all over my face from his confession, “she never ever shared her wine with me.” He admitted making me laugh before pulling me into a sweet kiss. “ Y/N! Jeff! Come on before the spaghetti gets cold!” His mom called out making us laugh, “also Y/N, you can sit next to me!” She called out earning a playful eye roll and scoff from Jeff as we walked hand in hand to the dining. “I literally thinks she loves you more than she loves me!” He whispered in my ear, tickling my before pulling out my seat next to his mom at the dinner table, making me giggle.

[rudysrings]

Drunk texts/Billboard Imagine Pt. 2

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, but as it has been for almost everyone, this week has been really tough, especially to those people who still haven’t been given time off from work, or at least allowed to work from home.

Look what happened at fucking Costco last week when someone pushed me down trying to get shit they don’t even need?

It’s pretty nasty but I bruise kind of easily so I’m hoping it’s not serious. It’s already a lot better than when I took this picture.

Point is: Where’s our goddamn humanity people, for fuck’s sake?

Take care of yourself guys. 

Anyways, this is part two to this drunk texts/billboard imagine here. Thank you guys for all the love that imagine got; I had no idea that people would like it as much as y’all did. Also, this is unedited AF… I’ll come back and edit it a little later :)

You swerved as you parked your care, letting your forehead flop on the steering wheel and trying to catch your breath.

You took a slight shuddering breath and willed yourself not to cry. You drummed your fingers against the wheel.

Fuck.

This was the last thing you wanted.

It’s not that you didn’t want your relationship to get out—Well, in some ways it was that, too. But your anger was mainly at the how not the what.

Jeff was important to you. It had only been a few weeks that you had been together, but it was a lifetime of waiting. You had known Jeff when he was a twelve year old boy who brought you bottles of Snapple on the weekends.

And you loved Jeff. You knew that. Even if you hadn’t told him to his face, you hoped that he knew it, too. You knew he loved you; he didn’t need to say it for you to know.

But your careers. Fuck, your careers. This getting out the way it did would cheapen everything the two of you had, at least, in the public eye. And you were afraid that you and Jeff hadn’t been together long enough, not nearly, for your relationship to get through that kind of merciless beating. You didn’t mean to place the blame on Jeff; you don’t even think you did. But it sure did seem that way. You were just scared god damn it!

You slapped the wheel in frustration but were startled by the sound of knocking on your window.

You snapped your head up to see Jeff right outside, hand pressed to the window. He nodded at the door and you sighed, opening it.

Jeff stepped around the open door and towards you, placing one hand on the headrest of your seat and leaning into you.

Before he could say anything, you pushed him away with a hand to his chest; the proximity was screwing with your head.

“Y/N…”

You got out of the car, slamming the door and walking up the front steps of your house, Jeff hot on your heels.

“Y/N?” He called.

Without a response, you hastily fished for your keys in your pocket and struggled to find the right one to turn the lock. Tears involuntarily sprung to your eyes, blurring your vision.

“Please, Y/N. Just let me—Fuck—” He reached out for you but you flinched away violently.

“Just let me go, Jeff!”

Finally, you got the door open and you rushed in, shutting the door behind you.

Resting your forehead on the door, you tried to stifle your sobs, which proved to be difficult. Jeff could hear you from the other side and he knocked softly. You shook your head to yourself.

“Y/N?”

He called your name three times before you finally responded the fourth time. “Jeff…”

His voice softened at your resigned tone and he pleaded. “Please let me in.”

“No, no, no. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

“You can, sweetheart, you can. Please. I can’t leave this the way it is, Y/N—All ”

Sighing, you straightened up, wiping the tears from your face, and turned the door knob.

“Hi.”

Jeff didn’t reply; he just stepped over the threshold and gathered you in his arms, holding you to him, his hand gentle but firm on the back of your neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, doll. This is the last thing I wanted to happen. At least…not like this.”

You pushed at his shoulders. Jeff fell away from you, furrowing his eyebrows.

You couldn’t look at him. “Jeff…” You stared at his chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Don’t say it. I know we haven’t been together long, Y/N, but we’ve always been us. And now that we are together, I can’t imagine going back. I can’t go back after having a taste of this.”

“But Jeff—”

“I love you, Y/N.”

“What?” Your eyes met his.

“I do. I’ve been in love with you since middle school, doll.” He had your face in his hands, ensuring that you maintained eye contact. “Can you honestly tell me that you don’t love me back?”

There was a pause. “No.”

Jeff grinned. Although he never once doubted the way you felt about him, it didn’t hurt to hear you confirm it. “Love’s not enough, Jeff. It never is.”

Jeff grabbed your hand, pulling you flush against him. “Don’t give me that. Love is enough.” When you opened your mouth to argue, he said, “And even if it wasn’t, we’ve got so much more than that. We’ve got over two decades of friendship, Y/N. We’ve got trust. We communicate. What more do we fucking need?”

You smiled sardonically. “We need time, Jeff. This just started and now it’s out in the open. It’s been exposed like a cheap fling and there’s nothing we can do it about it. We needed more time. Since we didn’t get that, maybe we should take space instead.”

You saw Jeff blink a few times. His throat tightened. “What do you want me to do, huh? How can I fix this?” He brushed your ear with his thumb, a habit he had picked up over the last few weeks.

You shook your head, looking at the ground. “As much as I wish you could, Jeff, you can’t turn back time.”

Jeff narrowed his eyebrows, his chest puffed. “Will you stop fucking calling me that? Since when do you call me what everyone else does?”

You blushed.

“What if I told you that there’s a way turn this around—to take control of what David did and make it our own?” Jeff asked you.

You smiled. “I would be willing to hear you out. How?”

Jeff smiled. He pulled upwards by your waist, lifting you onto his toes so that you were eye level with him. It was one of Jeff’s favorite ways to hold you. This way, every one of your curves fit into his contours and he got to be in the perfect position to kiss you without bending down. He paused, looking at you for a few moments. “It’s really fucking mental.”

“Just tell me.”

He whispered. “Marry me.”

“WHA-“

He shushed you. “I know, I know. It’s really fucking crazy. But it’s the perfect way to take attention away from what David did. I know that nobody can cheapen what we have if we don’t let them. But still, if this gives us a better chance against the world, a better chance at lasting, then I’m all for it. Besides, sweetheart, is it really all that crazy for us to get married? We’ve been married for years.”

“Jeffrey…” You breathed.

“Say yes, doll.”

“Do you really think it’ll give us a chance?”

Jeff shook his head. “I don’t think this will. We don’t need a chance. We’re going to last, Y/N. This, sweetheart, is to give us an edge.”

You nudged his nose with his. “I don’t even believe in marriage. You know that.”

Jeff smiled. “That kind of what makes it even more perfect. Marriage doesn’t need to be such a heavy weight on us. It’s just you and me.”

“And a piece of paper.”

“Yeah, and a mothafucking piece of paper that doesn’t mean shit—or at least, doesn’t change shit.”

Another tear slipped from your eye. “I really fucking love you, Jeffrey. It’s really fucking mental how much I love you. No one should be so in love with another person.”

Jeff’s smile was like an eternal flame. “Marry me?”

You nodded. “Yes, Jeffrey, I’ll marry you.”

You kissed him, your hand slipping under his shirt to feel his torso, your sudden touch on him making Jeff gasp slightly. You took the opportunity to suck on his tongue. When you pulled away, Jeff still had his eyes closed, a glazed look on his face. “Fuuuck. That drives me fucking crazy, woman.”

He opened his eyes, which were full of desire. He slid his hands down to your lips and turned the two of you around, backing you up against your front door. “You’re going to be my wife.”

“You’re going to be my husband, Jeffrey.” Jeff might have just moaned a little at the word, sloppily kissing you on impulse.

He had a hand kneading your breast, having crept in from one of the open sides of your romper, the other on your ass, pushing you against him.

You pulled away when you felt his hands unbuttoning your romper and slipping into your panties. Breathless, you said, “Holy shit, Jeff, wait!” You laughed.

Jeff looked out of it, like someone had pulled him off a drug high, but he immediately stopped. “Huh? What? Why?”

“Because we have a fucking plane to catch.”

@sabrinafey @omg-lexiloveyou @yulisaangelica @heyy-shannon @hannarudick @yoongi-holland @brynthebulldozer

I’m super new to tags so I apologize for any mistakes or if I accidentally tagged the wrong person...awk

[ohhoneypiee]

Pick Me Up

Featuring: Jeff Wittek x Reader

warnings: angst, mentions of drug use, and a toxic relationship.

WC: 948

Summary: he’s the only person you can think to call.

Sitting on the curb silently you waited for him to pick you up. He was about ten minutes away from getting you and knew he was going to lecture you.

Running your hands down your face you let out a yawn. It’s two in the morning and you're exhausted, but there was no way you could sleep anytime soon.

His car pulls up in front of you and standing up with shaky legs you walk toward his car. Silently you slide into the passenger seat and look over at Jeff.

The silence between you is so loud as he clenches his jaw and looks straight ahead. You can’t deal with the whole ride to his house sitting in the awkward silence.

“Can you please just yell at me already?” You say as you buckle your seatbelt.

He looks over at you as a conflicted look plays across his face. He swallows and silently stares at you, almost as if he’s trying to figure out what he wants to say to you.

“Are you high?” he asks, finally speaking.

Shaking your head you feel sick that he would even ask you that.

“Why are you so shaky?” He going down his list of questions.

“I’ve told you before I don’t do that,” you respond.

He doesn’t say anything as he shifts the car into drive and heads off to his place. You look out the passenger window and wish that things between you weren't so strained. There was a point in time in your friendship or whatever you call this that you didn’t have to call him from your friends party to get you. There was a time when he didn’t constantly question your ability to make choices.

Pulling into the parking garbage at his apartment he gets out of the car and walks to the back of the car and turns to face you. It’s clear he’s waiting for you. Climbing out of his car you walk over to him. He’s staring at you with a saddened look. He looks so conflicted.

He reaches down and gently laces his fingers with yours. He leads you towards the elevator and presses the button and the doors open. Walking inside he never releases your hand. He presses the button to his floor and stands next to you.

Once you’re in his apartment he leads you off towards his room. He drops your hand so he can remove his shirt.

You work on removing your shoes and taking off your leggings. You're left standing there in your oversized sweater.

“You need to stop doing this,” he says finally speaking again.

“I’m not doing drugs.”

“Then why do I keep picking you up from those parties, filled with all your “friends” who are doing drugs?” He was standing at the foot of his bed.

“I don’t know. I used to do stupid things with these people, but I stopped.” You think back to your time in college when your life was spinning out of control. It’s been five years and you thought you had everything under control, but a toxic relationship brought you back to that dark place.

“Are you done with him?” Jeff refused to say Lucas’ name.

From the moment Jeff met Lucas he told you he didn’t like him. He never tried to sugar coat his opinion of him. According to Jeff, Lucas is nothing more than a party boy who has too much money. You knew damn well that Jeff was right.

“We broke up tonight. That’s why I called you,” you say as you look down at your feet.

He stares at you for a long moment before he strides towards you in two steps. He takes your round face in his hands and looks into your eyes. His expression has softened and he is looking at you almost as if he wants to kiss you.

“Are you finally done with him for good?”

“Yeah.”

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

You think back to the time before you started dating Lucas. Everyone in your friend group always assumed something was going on between you and Jeff. You were super close and would constantly hang out without the group. There always seemed to be such sexual tension between you. After a late night hanging out with Jeff you confessed your feeling to him, but was completely heartbroken when he stated he “he truly loves you, but he can’t ruin your friendship. Swallowing your pride you tried to act like it didn’t bother you, but it hurt to know he didn’t feel the same. Three months later you met Lucas and things didn’t go the best.

“Please don’t go back to him,” pulls you into his chest and hugs you tight.

“I’m not. I don’t want to go back to him. I want to fix things between us,” you whisper.

Pulling away from you he looks down at you with a sad smile, “I love you, and I’m sorry I was worried about our friendship.”

You smile as your eyes brim with tears, “I need you more than ever right now.”

“I’ll be here for you,” he takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

Crawling into his bed he walks around and crawls in on the other side. Laying on your side you stare at your beautiful friend. He reaches out and pushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Can I hold you?” He asks.

“Yes,” you say moving closer to you.

He holds you as you both drift off to sleep. You know from then on things between you are going to change for the better.

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@nochillnelly @walkerchick007

[thatshithurted8]

Oblivious

Summary: You loved playing matchmaker for your friends and that was no exception for your best friend Jeff. However, unbeknownst to you there was a reason as to why Jeff wasn’t interested in the girls you seemingly threw at him. 

Request: i know you don't take requests but for the future probably? Hehe. maybe u can also make one with Jeff being in love with the reader (best/close friends) and she keeps on setting him up w other girls until he finally confesses his feelings

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff & a pinch of angst  

Warnings: mention of abusive relationships 

“What about her?” You ask Jeff while turning your phone towards him while resting your head on his chest. He simply shakes his head no at the picture of one of your friends with an amused smile. Currently you two sat on the couch in your shared living room while you sorted through your single friends and acquaintances in hopes of Jeff being interested in one of them. 

“Ugh Jeff I’m running out of friends!” You exclaim throwing your phone onto the couch and falling into his lap dramatically, causing him to laugh at your antics before his hands instinctively find their way to your hair. 

“I don’t understand. We’ve been friends for years now you would think I know your type.” You say feigning frustration while your eyes flutter close at the feeling of your best friends fingers delicately playing with your hair. 

Jeff simply looks down at you in his lap with love and admiration. If only you knew his ‘type’ was in fact you. If truth be told you were actually the blueprint of his type, every girl that he’s ever been interested in after meeting you has resembled you in some way. Yes, Jeff would go on some of the dates you would set up for him, but he only did that to appease you. His mind would always drift back to you throughout them anyways.

Despite trying to set Jeff up with seemingly every girl you know it was a way for you to ignore your feelings for your best friend. Your crush on Jeff seemingly stemmed from wishful thinking. You’ve been single for the past five years, not wanting to get into another relationship because of your ex-boyfriend who physically and emotionally abused you. You knew Jeff would never hurt you, but relationships were hard for you. After all you were conditioned for years to believe no one would ever love you as much as your ex did and that’s one of the reasons why you continued to push your feelings for Jeff away. 

Suddenly your phone buzzes and you quickly grab it, your eyes lighting up when you see the message on the screen. “Angelica! The girl you said was pretty texted me back and said she’s interested in going on a date with you!” You squeal sitting up with excitement while simultaneously showing Jeff your phone.

“Tell her I’ll take her out on February 30th.” Jeff says standing up and walking over to the kitchen to get a water ready for his hike, you seemingly ignoring the sadness in his voice. 

Your thumbs excitedly tap against the screen of your phone, writing a message back to Angelica. However, as Jeff closes the door leaving the apartment without a goodbye you realize Jeff’s statement meant he wasn’t interested. Ultimately causing you to delete the message and leave your friend on read with a scoff. 

- 

Although you were a grown adult you seemingly never grew out of your fear of thunderstorms. And tonight was no different. If anything your dismay only increased with every passing second due to the fact it was the worst storm LA has had in months.

Rolling over onto your side you hide yourself with your comforter while plugging your ears. A shiver of fear runs down your spine when the thunder crashed outside.

Instinctively you wanted to run to Jeff’s room like you always did when it was storming out or when you simply couldn’t sleep. However, ever since this morning your best friend had been acting stand offish which was so unlike him. Deciding not to agitate him you gave Jeff some space while  simultaneously wondering what you did wrong for him to be a bit cold towards you.

From underneath your covers you could see a bright lightning strike flash outside before a particularly loud bang of thunder rang out throughout the town. “Fuck this.” You say to yourself quickly getting out of bed with your comforter wrapped around your body then moving quickly to Jeff’s room.

After hearing a knock on his bedroom door Jeff looks up from scrolling on his phone to the doorframe of his room where you stood. His heart rate instantly increased at the sight of you and a small smile appeared on his face seeing you wear your white  duvet as a comfort blanket.

“Jeffrey are you mad at me?” You ask taking full advantage of the fact that you were one of the only people other than his mom that was allowed to call him by his first name.

“No. Why would I be mad at you?” He asks, but you pick up on his lying tone at the end of his sentence.

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You’ve just been acting distant all day so I wanted to give you space, but if you couldn’t tell I’m basically shiting myself right now because of the storm.”

Jeff let’s out a laugh causing you to smile at the sound you loved so much. “Come’re.” He simply says moving the blanket on the other side of the bed for you.

Without hesitating you close the bedroom door, drop your comforter and run over to Jeff’s side with a huge smile on your face. Jeff sets his phone aside and lays on his side with his head in his hand while looking at you lovingly. As you sat in front of him with your legs folded he couldn’t help, but realize how much he loved seeing you in his clothes. Although you had a closet full of your own you always found yourself stealing Jeff’s sweaters or shirts and as you sat there in his crewneck that looked like a dress on you he fell even more in love with you. 

“Hi.” You sheepishly say. Whenever you came to Jeff in the middle of the night because of a storm or a nightmare or you simply couldn’t sleep you felt awkward and guilty for intruding his space. However, Jeff thought it was adorable how you were acting shy around him despite being friends with him for years. 

“Hi.” He says back with an amused smile on his face. 

Just as you were about to mention how disappointed your friend Angelica was about Jeff turning her down a huge bang of thunder roars outside causing you to basically dive into Jeff’s chest. The brunette starts laughing at your reaction while instinctively wrapping his arms around you before pulling you closer to him. 

“Stop laughing at me, Wittek.” You huff while pulling the comforter over you two and snuggling into Jeff’s chest. 

The two of you remain in this position as a silence falls upon you guys. Nothing could be heard other than the storm brewing outside and the sound of Jeff’s steady, but fast heartbeat in your ear. 

Just as you feel your eyes beginning to get heavier Jeff speaks, “I’m sorry for being weird and distant today.” 

“It’s okay. What was bothering you though? I swear if youtube took down another one of your videos I will send them another very angry email.” You sassily say while jumping to conclusions as to what could possibly be upsetting Jeff. 

“No it’s not that.” Jeff laughs while internally debating whether he should say what he was about to say next. “It’s about this girl though.” 

Your eyes widen at Jeff’s statement while simultaneously making your heart rate increase and palms to become clammy. You two told each other everything so who was this girl he was talking about? Although you were confused as to why he’s never mentioned this girl before another part of you filled with hurt. It took everything in you to not retreat back to your room as your hopes of Jeff reciprocating your feelings diminished. Instead, however you remained put, deciding to listen to Jeff and be happy for him. 

“What girl?” 

“I’ve known her for a few years now and as the years go on my feelings for her keep growing.” He gushes. When Jeff left the apartment that morning he went on a hike with Todd. While on the hike the boys had one of their deep life talks and Todd encouraged Jeff to confess his feelings to you. However, Jeff couldn’t wrap his mind around you feeling the same simply because you try to set him up with other girls all the time.

Nevertheless, what was the final push for Jeff was a fan made video Todd showed him which was titled “Jeff Wittek and Y/N Y/L/N being in love with each other for 11 minutes straight.” The compilation consisted of videos of you two in vlogs to being secretly recorded by your friends who would later post the video to their millions of followers. As Jeff watched one thing became apparent and it was that you two were obliviously in love with each other. This whole time Jeff thought you were the oblivious one to his feelings, but turns out he didn’t pick up on yours.

Your eyebrows furrow and you sit up out of Jeff’s grasp, the storm now being background noise. “Who? Do I know her?” You ask genuinely confused. All of your friends were mutual friends so you had to know her. 

Jeff looks at you amused. Although you were trying not to show it Jeff could tell you were panicked which only confirmed his suspicions of you reciprocating his feelings.

“Yea. You actually do.” Jeff says grabbing your hand and swiping his thumb gently across your soft skin. This sudden confession caused your heart to drop at the thought Jeff had feelings for one of your friends while his touch ironically eased your nerves at the same time. 

“Who Jeff?” You ask before swallowing the lump in your throat. The nerves you were feeling were so consuming that you didn’t realize how close he was to you now. 

With his other hand Jeff caresses your cheek, moving stray hairs out of the way with his fingers. His eyes pan up from your lips and up to your eyes while he swipes he tongue across his lip, your faces now just mere inches away from each other.

“Well for starters she’s super oblivious to how I feel considering she always tries to set me up with her friends.” Your breath hitches and you glance down at Jeff’s lips before searching for clarity of what he was saying was the truth. His chocolate eyes bore into yours and the way he was looking at you confirmed that he was in fact telling the truth. “And she also so happens to be sitting in front of me right now.” 

Without giving it a second thought you eliminate the space between you two and your lips mesh together perfectly. Jeff instantly kisses back, pulling you closer by the nape of your neck. Your hand finds it’s way to Jeff’s bicep and as you pull away you lightly bite Jeff’s lip discreetly turning him on. 

You two simply stare at each other in amazement, the warm glow from the lamp on Jeff’s bedside table being the only light illuminating your faces. Jeff pulls you in for another kiss before pulling away to analyze your face once again. 

Your face was hot not only from the kiss, but how Jeff was looking at you. “What?” You ask biting your lip, trying not to smile. 

“I just wish that I did that a lot sooner.” He says mirroring the smile on your face. 

[avenging-fandoms]

#7 I’ve missed you” kiss with Jeff 💚

7: “I’ve missed you” kiss 

--

“just talk to him.. alright? i’ve never seen him like this. that fight you two had just made you both miserable, just please make up” david encouraged and you rolled your eyes, shrugging. 

“fine. i’ll talk to him. just stop bugging me about it, alright?” you huff and david smiled, hugging you from the side and you groan. “get off me you worm” you mumble and push him off, david laughing and going back to his laptop. you pull out your phone and tap on the conversation with jeff, your thumbs hovering over your phone. david snatched your phone and typed, sending a text. “david julian dobrik!” you gasp and hit his shoulder, taking your phone back. 

yn: we need to talk. come to david’s at 2

“you weren’t gonna do it so i did it for you” he shrugged and you sighed, the text bubbles popping up. 

jeff: Ok

you lock your phone and ran your hand down your face, shaking your head. “i can’t believe you did that, david. i’ll never forgive you for that” 

--

2 rolled around and a knock sounded on the front door. you fell asleep on david’s leg and the blanket tightly wrapped around you, david standing up and letting you lay on the couch still. you pretending to still be sleeping, david and jeff talking a bit.

“that text was me before. we were talking about you two and i took her phone. but i know she really wants to talk to you, and you wanna talk to her. please don’t yell, alright?” 

“yeah, i know david. she always calls you dave in texts so i knew it wasn’t her” jeff smiled and you hid yours, david leaving the room and jeff sat next to you. you still pretended to be asleep, jeff’s fingers rubbing up and down the side of your face softly. “i don’t know if you’re deep in sleep or just faking, but i’m sorry for how i acted to you the other day. i shouldn’t have snapped on you when you just tried to talk to me. and i had no reason to be mad at you other than i didn’t want to be told that i had been hurting you, and in the process of that hurting you even more. but i am so.. so sorry yn”

you sat up and jeff’s eyes flickered over your face, his hand holding your cheek. you drop the blanket and scoot closer to him, looking at him. “i was pretending. but jeff.. i was already a little hurt from you not acknowledging my existence to you ignoring me completely for almost a week. and i know you’re sorry. but please let me talk to you about things that bother me, and i’ll let you talk to me about things that bother me”

“i’m sorry, yn” he whispered, letting out a sigh. “i really am. i’m disgusted in myself that i-”

“shh.. jeff..” you put your thumb over his lips, jeff looking at you and smiling. “i know. just kiss me” you smile and he leans forward, pressing his lips tightly against yours. your arms wrapped around his neck with his arms around your waist. 

“i’ve missed you so much, yn. i’ve missed all of you. i never want that to happen again” he whispered out of breath, your fingers in his hair. 

“i missed you more, ass” you wink and he chuckles, pushing you to the couch and kissing you harder than before. 

[dirtydobrik]

rumors - j.w.

plot: you and jeff are engaged and keeping your relationship private but rumors spread when you’re seen wearing one of his baseball hats while running errands

 word count: 1100

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You stepped out of your air conditioned office building and into the hot LA sun. You walked over to your car, praying you had your gym bag in the trunk since you had signed up for a yoga class and didn't have time to run back to your apartment and get a change of clothes. The drive to the yoga studio from your office building was one you hadn't done since mid-March and you had missed the familiarity of the route in your daily routine. Your windows were rolled down with the AC and music blasting as you drove the 22 minutes. Your class wasn't for another twenty minutes, but you headed inside to change in the locker room. You kicked your heels off and changed into leggings and a sports bra. Your new engagement ring was tucked into your purse so it didn't get lost or damaged. You tugged your sneakers on and joined the few others waiting for the class. You made small talk with a few of them, before the instructor welcomed you into the studio.

An hour later, you were feeling relaxed as you walked out to your car.

“I’m running to the grocery store, do you need anything?” you asked your fiancé into the phone on your way out of the yoga studio. Jeff said he just wanted what you normally picked up, and to hurry home because he wanted dinner.

You climbed into your car and blasted the AC to combat the dry heat of LA. Your hair was a mess, so you tied it into a low bun and pulled Jeff’s worn in black baseball cap on to your head.

You turned into the parking lot of the grocery store and grabbed a cart. You wandered around the store, filling it with your normal groceries. You were still in your leggings and half zipped sweatshirt that revealed your sports bra from your workout and you definitely could've looked better, but you brushed it off.

You loaded the paper bags into the trunk of your car and texted Jeff that you would home in ten minutes so he could come help you bring everything in.

He was standing in the parking garage when you pulled in, flashing you a smile.

"I missed you," he whispered, pushing you up against the car door and giving you a soft kiss.

"You saw me this morning," you reminded him, using your left hand to push him off of you. Jeff still wasn't used to having you out of the house everyday since you had recently returned to your office building earlier in the week. "But I missed you, too."

"Where's your ring?" he asked, grabbing your hand and staring at your fingers.

“My purse,” you reassured him. “I took it off for yoga.” A small frown formed on Jeff’s lips and you rolled your eyes, but opened your purse to slide the ring back on.

“That's much better,” Jeff grinned, giving you another kiss, before grabbing the groceries from the trunk of your car to bring them up to your apartment.

 ---

After the two of you finished dinner and the dishes were washed, you poured yourself a glass of wine and settled down next to Jeff on the couch. He was scrolling through his phone and avoided making eye contact with you when you sat down, making it obvious that there was something he didn't want you to see.

"What is it?" you asked, glancing over to try and see what was on his phone.

“People are speculating that we’re dating,” he confessed, angling his phone so you could see it. A side by side photo of you grocery shopping today and Jeff from the other day were on his Twitter timeline. In both pictures, the two of you were wearing the same baseball cap, and different parts were circled to prove it was the same hat.

A small frown formed on your lips and you could only blame yourself for the spreading rumors. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, looking down.

“Hey, this isn’t your fault,” Jeff assured you, wrapping his arm around you and kissing the top of your head. “And it’s not like this is the first time people have assumed we’re together.”

“I know, but this is their first real piece of evidence that we are,” you sighed.

The two of you had been keeping your relationship as private as possible, since you weren’t a public figure. You had met Jeff through a mutual friend when you were still living in New York City. After doing long distance for over a year, you finally decided to move out to LA and Jeff encouraged you to move in with him. You’d been in LA for two years and although you had quickly adapted to the lifestyle, you still didn’t love the fact that Jeff was famous.  

“Babe, you know we can’t control what other people see or say,” Jeff reminded you. You nodded, knowing it was true, but you still felt responsible for the rumors. They wouldn’t be spreading at all if you didn’t wear his hat to the store.

---

“They seem happy for you,” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair as his head rested on your lap. The two of you were still on the couch scrolling through fan theories on social media to see what people were saying about your relationship.

“But you aren’t happy,” he pointed out, sitting up and turning around to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just feel bad,” you muttered. “We wanted to keep things private and I’m the one who ruined it.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he promised. “And besides, it could’ve been worse.”

“How so?” you questioned, absentmindedly playing with your ring.

“They could be unsupportive of me dating someone. Or they could’ve seen you wearing that,” he said, grabbing your hand and pointing to your ring. You knew he had a point. The most concrete piece of evidence people had that you two were together was a picture of you wearing his baseball cap and you could easily lie about just being friends with him to stop that rumor.

“You’re right. I’m just overreacting,” you sighed. “It’s not like they know any details of our relationship.”

“If only they knew the truth,” he grinned, holding his arm out for you to cuddle up next to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around you, holding you tightly. You lifted your hand up to admire the diamond ring Jeff had given you a few weeks ago.

“So, have you given any thought to our wedding?” you asked.