#david's vlogs

[dirtydobrik]

pillow talks - d.d.

plot: late night conversations with your boyfriend about your relationship and your future

word count:  1000 

masterlist

this is something different from what i typically write, but i wanted to write a fluff piece. this is a series of short blurbs, each is separated by —, rather than one cohesive story, although it follows the same relationship 

“What are you thinking about?” you whispered, nudging your boyfriend softly. David rolled over so he was facing you. 

“Honestly?” he asked, and you nodded, curious what was running through his mind at the moment. “I’m thinking that I love you,” he smiled, reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind your hair. "And that you're the best part of me."

You could feel your cheeks turn pink and a smile cross your lips. "David, stop it," you said, playfully pushing on his chest as you buried your head into the pillow.

"I'm serious,” he insisted, running his fingers down your back. “You’re my best friend and you bring out the best in me, you always have.” His voice was just above a whisper but you could tell he meant everything what he saying.

“I love you,” you smiled, leaning in and kissing him softly. “I’m in love with you,” you giggled as you ran your fingers through his hair, thinking about how lucky you were.

You had started dating David only a few months ago but you knew he was the one for you. There was something about him that was different from all the other guys you had dated and you never wanted to lose him. You were happier than you had ever been and it was all thanks to him.

“For what it’s worth, I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m so glad I get to be the one you’re in love with,” you confessed. 

—

You curled up into him, the flicker of a candle on your nightstand illuminating his face. You rested your head on his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, kissing the top of your head.

“Move in with me,” he whispered.

“What?” you asked, his words catching you off guard.

“You should move in with me,” he repeated.

“You’re serious?” You questioned, looking up at him. He nodded, wanting you to know that he meant what he was saying. 

“I’ve been thinking about buying a new place and you hardly spend the night alone at your apartment. Besides, your lease is almost over and we’ve been together for a while,” he rambled, listing all the reasons he had for you guys to live together.

You sighed. “David, that’s a huge step.”

“And I think we’re ready,” he insisted, kissing the top of your head again. “Will you at least come look at houses with me?”

His hand softly ran up and down your arm as you thought about his proposition.

“Of course,” you promised, tilting your head up for him to kiss you.

—

“Where do you see us in five years?” you asked, your head resting on David’s chest. You had imagined your future so many times, and every time you pictured David by your side. Each version of your future included him, and he had made it clear to you that he wanted you in his.

“Obviously married,” he said. “With a kid or two already, and another one on the way,” he chuckled.

“Really?” you questioned, propping yourself up to look at him.

He nodded and you smiled softly at the thought of having a family, especially with David. He had always been great with your nephew and it made him so much more attractive.

“You’re going to be a great dad,” you said, playing with the rings on his hand. “I can’t wait us to have our own family.”

“I want a little girl, just like you,” he insisted. “I want her to have your eyes and I want her to have your smile and your laugh.”

“I want to be making pancakes for our kids on a Saturday morning while they watch cartoons in bed with you,” you confessed, smiling to yourself as you thought about this future.

You both could see it so clearly: married with twin boys and a little girl, living in Los Angeles while David worked full time and you stayed home and raised the kids.

 —

“Tell me about your dream wedding,” David said, both of you face to face as you laid in bed, your white duvet keeping your warm.

You smiled, thinking about all the times you had stayed awake at night scrolling through Pinterest trying to plan an imaginary wedding and how after you met David, all those plans changed. You absentmindedly played with your engagement ring as you let your mind wander.

“I want a big wedding, with all of our friends and family around to celebrate. I want the ceremony to be outside, overlooking a gorgeous ocean view, like the cliffs in Malibu. And I want it during golden hour so the light just our pictures turn out perfectly,” you paused for a second, seeing a smile on David’s face as he pictured the venue. “I want all of my bridesmaids in a really pale blue that almost looks white. And a stunning white dress that makes me feel like a princess.”

“You always look like a princess,” David whispered and you felt yourself blush at the compliment.

“I’d want a huge party for the reception,” you continued. “Incredible food and an open bar. I’d want disposable cameras so everyone could capture the wedding from their perspective.”

“That sounds like a pretty great wedding,” David chuckled, reaching over and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“But if we got married at the courthouse, it would still be my dream wedding.”

“What do you mean?” David asked, giving you a puzzled look.

“I’d be marrying you,” you smiled. “It doesn’t matter where or how it happens. I just want to be able to spend the rest of my life with you.”

You and David both leaned forward until your foreheads were touching. “I love you,” David whispered, giving you a soft kiss.

[bisquett]

[allthesepurplelights]

[avenging-fandoms]

Sugar Daddy / Jeff Wittek pt. 3

*first part sort of requested by @toneitdolan : think about sugar daddy! jeff 😍😍😍  *second part sort of requested by anonymous: Imagine doing chores for sugar daddy Jeff so that he’ll buy you the carrier lion ring thing 🤩 *in which jeff had y/n experiment in something *WARNING: fluff, smut  *word count: 1690 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

PART 1 PART 2

MASTERLIST

waking up to jeff was something you loved when he first slept over your house when you were 14. now that you were 24, you loved waking up to him, but some morning you woke up to a note and a rose on the pillow, which is what happened that morning. 

you sighed and read the note, smelling the rose. ‘my girl, you look so angelic when you sleep, so i didn’t want to wake you as i got ready. here is a rose, and i also left you something on the island. do as the instructions say, and i’ll see you tonight. -jeff x’ you smile and sit up, yawning and stretching, climbing out of bed and grabbing your robe, tying it around you as you head into the bathroom. you use the bathroom, brushing your teeth and brushing your hair. 

you head down the stairs and make your daily cup of morning coffee, nearly moaning as the nutmeg flavoring washes over your tastebuds. you bite into your strawberry jam toast, remembering the note on the island. 

you bend over the island and read the note. ‘i want you to take the 2 pills that are in the little cup. you know i would never hurt you in any way, these are pills that will make you a little more excited than normal. facetime me around lunchtime. i’ll see you then, good girl. -jeff x’ you furrow your eyebrows and look at the pills, which were white. they looked like tylenol, and they smelled bland. you shrug, taking the pills and washing them down with your coffee. you put the mug in the dishwasher as well as the rest of the dishes in the sink. 

—

lunch time rolled around, and you were red in the face and thighs clenched together as you sat on the couch, pillow in between your legs. you pick up your phone and tap jeff’s contact, scratching up and down your thigh.

“pick up, pick up, pick up” you whimper, and you release a breath of relief as you see his face pop up. “what the fuck did you have me take?”

he smirks, going over and locking his office door. he sits back in his chair and props his phone up, giving you a view of his top half and top of his thighs. “such a naughty mouth, princesa, i might need to fuck it to teach you a lesson” 

you moan and throw your head back, setting your phone up against the vase on the coffee table, jeff biting his lip as you pull the pillow away. “pleaseeeee.. this is torture. i need you to touch me”

“well, i can’t touch you over the phone. come to my office, and you better hurry, i know how you get. goodbye”

“no jeff-” it was too late, he hung up. you stomp your foot and run up the stairs, throwing on a dress and heels, brushing your teeth and trying to ignore the fire burning in between your legs. any slight touch to your thigh and it made you whimper. 

you rush to jeff’s car, revving the engine and driving over to his office. you park in your own reserved spot that jeff had made for you, nearly running to his office. you scan your badge and wave to his receptionist, who gave a soft smile to you. 

you storm into jeff’s office, where he sat on his desk with his hands folded in his lap, a soft smirk on your face. you close the door to his office, locking it and dropping your things. “you made me take.. those.. damn horny pills.. didn’t you?” you pant, kicking your shoes off and walking over to him. jeff had that shit-eating grin on his face, looking down at you. 

“my good girl, you always listen to daddy, hm?” he hummed, holding your chin. you look up at him with puppy dog, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs. 

“always, daddy. i need you so bad. i’ve been such a good girl for you, please touch me, daddy” you beg and jeff smirks, leaning down and kissing you. your fingers undo his pants, freeing his throbbing cock. jeff groaned into your mouth as you jerked his cock at a fast pace. 

“come on, baby, i know you need me more, hm? what do you want? i’ll give it to you. just ask” he purred against your neck and you whimper, taking his hand and putting it under your dress. jeff gasped, laying you on his desk. “no underwear? oh, honey, you really were ready” he smiled. “i didn’t have to touch you, and you’re dripping wet. who’s all of this for?”

“you, daddy, you. please, p-lease taste me” your fingers raked through his hair, bringing his head down. you jolted and gripped his hand, rolling your hips against his tongue. “i’m close already, please let me cum, daddy”

“already? oh sweetheart, i want you to cum on daddy’s cock” he flipped you over and bent you over his desk, teasing the tip of his cock against your pussy. you reached back, pulling his blazer forward and making him push his cock into you. you whimper, thrusting your hips back against him. 

“let me, baby” he pushed your hand away, gripping your hair and thrusting roughly into you. you roll your eyes back, moaning and holding the edge of his desk. “that feel good, hm? you’ve been waiting for daddy’s cock all day, huh?”

“yes, daddy, fuck.. it feels so good” you moan, trying not to cum so quickly. jeff’s hand smacks your ass a couple times, groaning as he kisses your back. 

“you gonna cum, honey? i feel you clenching your pussy around me” you bite your lip, the taste of iron spreading on your tongue. “i want you to be quiet when you cum, alright? we don’t need the whole office knowing how good i’m fucking you”

jeff picks you up, putting one foot on his desk with your other standing you up. you turn backward, jeff’s chin on your shoulder as he pants. your right hand holds his tie, the other hand stroking his cock behind you and teasing it up and down your folds. (nsft gif)

he pushes forward, wrapping a hand around your neck and thrusting into you again. “you’re so fucking good, baby, look at you. you’re such a good girl for daddy’s cock” you whimper and nod, looking at him. “you drive me crazy, you know that? i can’t stop thinking about you” 

“please daddy.. please..” you beg, basically crying as you beg to cum. jeff smiles, leaving open-mouth kisses along your jaw and neck. he hums, leaving a couple hickeys on your neck and shoulder. 

“cum for me, honey. cum on daddy’s cock” jeff’s hand covers your mouth as you moan loudly, dropping your legs that violently shook. jeff gasped, gripping your chin. “look at what you did to daddy’s suit” your eyes travel down to his stomach, eyes widening when you notice he was soaked.

“did i-”

“yes, you did. oh my god, i didn’t know you could do that” he chuckled, bringing you to your knees. “but, you made a mess. now you’re gonna swallow daddy’s mess, understood?”

“yes daddy” jeff taps his cock against your tongue, holding onto your hair as he pushes his cock into your mouth. tears fall from the corner of your eyes, looking up at jeff whose nose was scrunched, mouth in the shape of an ‘o’ with beautiful moans coming out of it. 

“so good for me, such a pretty mouth” he groaned, running his fingers through your hair. your nails scratch up the backs of his thighs, pulling him forward and gagging against his cock. jeff moaned, putting your hair into a make shift ponytail as he came down your throat. “mm, fuck, swallow it all, baby. good girl..” he sighed, pulling away. you gasp, saliva trailing from his cock to your mouth. jeff’s thumb wiped away the spit, and you stand up, kissing jeff passionately as you stable yourself. 

“thank you daddy, but please, i never want those pills again, they were torture” jeff chuckles, rubbing his thumb over your jaw and kissing you again. 

“okay, honey, i won’t give them to you anymore. thank you for telling me” you both clean up and get dressed, jeff organizing the papers on his desk that were scattered. “do you want me to go to lunch with you, honey? it’s nearly 1″ 

“i would love that” you smile, jeff smiling and nodding. 

“do you want to go shopping for a little bit or no?” he grabbed his phone, wallet and keys, putting them in his pockets and holding out his hand. 

“no, i just want lunch with my boyfriend” you smile, but it quickly dropped when you realized what you said. you and jeff really hadn’t talked about labels instead of ‘sugar baby’ and ‘sugar daddy.’ you were a pair for 4 months, with sex, dinner ‘dates’ and gifts. “no wait, fuck, jeff i’m-”

“shut up” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you passionately. his arms wrap around your waist, spinning you around softly. “i’m your boyfriend now”

“it just slipped! i’m sorry” you laugh against his lips, jeff pulling away a little and looking you up and down. 

“i’m glad you let it slip, because i wanted to be more than your sugar daddy for weeks” he breathed and you threw your head back. 

“then why didn’t you say anything!” you smack his shoulder and he gives you his award-winning smile. 

“i don’t know, i really don’t. but, i’m really happy to be your boyfriend. i love spoiling the shit out of you” he confesses and you giggle, kissing him over and over. 

“alright, alright!” you laugh, pushing him away from him kissing you on your neck and chest. “i’m hungry. let’s go eat, please”

“of course. your pick” he locks the office doors, telling his receptionist, julia, he was going out to lunch with his girlfriend. he was so proud to have you on his arm as his girlfriend, and loved the name for you. but nothing could replace his favorite nickname for you, ‘honey.’

[i8jisoo]

Can you make one where you are pregnant and the vlogsquad make some jokes about your pregnancy but you are too sentimal and David protect and defend you? Pleasee

𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐊  ⇉  just a joke

warnings ➢ insecurity & pregnancy, ps i dont write 4 david anymore and i dont support him anymore thanks

you had had your fair share of little comments about your weight gain or on your appearance now that you were having a baby, but you always had your friends to defend you on your weight or whatever it was the internet was ridiculing you on. you also had your boyfriend, david to always cheer you up and he never usually was constantly online and checking on what people had to say on your relationship, that was until he was soon to become a father. so when he heard the first time that the internet was talking about the mother of his child, he had to put an end to it.

it was a normal day, a little bit less normal now that the days were counting down to the arrival of your baby, david had invited some friends over as per usual, wanting to record but not wanting to leave you at home alone. he was very cautious now, skipping out on the crazy stunts and other shit he used to do in his backyard or infront. david now followed you around the house constantly, even going to the bathroom or kitchen with you, sitting on the counter or outside of the door. you had probably heard the phrase ‘anything you need?’ about a thousand times as soon as he got home from the first ever ultrasound with you.

now zane, heath, along with toddy, jason, josh, and erin were on your couch, sitting around a chatting. natalie of course would be coming back after she did some things for david and grabbed some diapers and bottles, as david had begged her to get some more since he was still convinced he wasn’t prepared after stocking up on fifteen boxers or diapers. as well as the thirty bottles that had been sanitized, left in a seperate drying rack since he pressed that bottles and your dishes should not be together. after carly had a wild night out drinking with bruce until dawn, he decided that it’d be best to let the two stay home and sober up together. they were all chatting and trying to come up with ideas for the vlog, david recording those bits too so just in case something funny was to come up, he would catch it and be able to put it in. it started to get a bit stuffy in the room, your arms pulling off the hoodie and david helping you with it before he pulled you back closer into him. you fixed the bottom of your shirt, piping up at heath’s voice.

“that reminds me of the baby, she just looked so small underneath the hoodie! then when you take it off it’s like, wow.” heath comments, jason chuckling at the comment and agreeing. “not such a little baby huh?” jason pokes at david, “gonna be like lugging around a watermelon.” david smiling awkwardly in response at the sudden topic of his child, you brushed off the comments as best you could, trying to stay calm as you knew that the camera was on.

heath hit zane’s shoulder, “just imagine us trying to hold david’s son for the first time and he’s like huge, like just look at her. that’s obviously gonna be a big baby, i bet it’s a good ten pound baby. was your mom this big when she was gonna have you david? weren’t you a chubby baby?” heath questions, your smile dropping and david’s arm pulling back from your shoulders. you felt a little insecure, suddenly feeling even worse. you let out a shaky breath, nodding. “i’m gonna use the bathroom, i’ll be back.” you murmur, david helping you up and quickly taking back his spot on the couch, letting his eyes linger while you make your way to the bathroom.

a few tears make it’s way down your face, looking at your weathered appearance as the pregnancy definitely did make you tired and more worn out, but unable to sleep due to the bump resting on your back and the kicks or hiccups your little baby was giving you constantly. david was there for it all, helping you do small little things that reminded you that these long months are worth it all.

“heath, why would you say that?” david started, already reaching for the camera to turning it off and fumbling with the camera’s power button. “she’s pregnant dude, not cool. i’d never say that shit about mariah if she was pregnant.” he rants, running a hand through his hair while tossing the camera onto the empty space next to him. “it was just a joke david, i didn’t expect her to take it serious.” heath stutters out, david rolling his eyes. “you know she’s fucking insecure heath and you’re an asshole for that. you too jason, i would never talk about your kids.” he leans back in his spot, stopping at the sound of the bathroom door. he gets up before you make your way down the hallway, already hurrying to you. he reaches you, taking a few steps in the hallway before he takes you back to your shared bedroom. david takes your hands, helping you lower yourself onto the bed. he smiles, making your heart melt.

“hope you weren’t too upset over what heath and jason were saying, but if you were, wanna know what you’re doing?” he murmurs, giving you a second to pretend to guess and you giving him a shrug. “you’re giving me a baby, that’s the best thing i could’ve asked for. i never thought coming over here, i’d find fame, or friends, let alone a girlfriend and a baby. never thought i’d start a family, but somehow you made that change, for that i’m eternally grateful.” he says, already seeing the glassy look in your eyes that he saw when he surprised you in earlier years. “besides, you’re incredibly cute when you waddle around, or when you post on instagram, i think all those photos with you and your bump are the best ones.” he finishes, pulling up your shirt and pressing a kiss to the stretched skin.

“and you, you need to come out. right now.” he demands, mock anger. david pulling you in for a hug and kiss, hearing your small laugh and your arms at the nape of his neck, he knew that this life was destined for him.

[zanesgirlfriend]

Number Neighbors | Jeff Wittek

Idea by me, but requested by everyone who liked my post about it.

dedicated to my baby @daviddoughbrik because I love when she texts me constantly

_____

You'd never really been into social media, being too busy to have a social life, let alone a Twitter account, but your little sister kept you up to date. You didn't get to see eachother very often, but you would call eachother once a week. Even if what your sister said made no sense, it was always a relief just to see her smiling face.

"What's the tea this week?" You smiled into the phone. "Did I use that right?"

"Yes, kinda." Your bubbly sister smiled back. "It's been a trend to text your number neighbors, and I texted mine, and some old lady texted back and yelled at me." She laughed as she rambled.

"What's a number neighbor?"

"It's your phone number but like plus or minus the end digit, so like, mine was. . ." She explained, you laughed, and then continued talking for an hour before she had to go.

You went about your night, watching some Netflix show before deciding to go to bed. You thought about your sister and how much you missed her. She was back home in New York, and you were across the country performing in Vegas. It was hard work, and you were doing what you love, but it sucked not being able to see her all the time. Thinking of her reminded you of the whole number neighbors thing and you decided to try it out. You didn't think anyone would answer, but it seemed fun and it was worth a try.

You sent a simple "hey number neighbor!" to the two numbers above and below yours, and then drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up in a panic, you'd missed your alarm and were late for rehearsal. You quickly grabbed your phone, not even having time to look at it, and ran out of the door. You changed clothes in the car and apologized as you walked into the rehearsal area thirty minutes late.

It wasn't until dinner time that you really had time to look at your phone. One of your number neighbors had texted you back.

Hey

A simple 'hey' was all they said.

How was your day?

You went with some cliche questions, wondering if they would text back again.

Good, wby?

They texted back instantly. You wondered if they still lived in New York, or maybe somewhere else.

It was okay, do you live in New York?

Not anymore, you?

You learned that his name was Jeff, he's two years older than you, he lived in LA (only a short flight from you), and you grew up around the corner from eachother. His favorite type of soup is tomato, and he uses Old Spice body wash. Texting brought out a lot of different conversations than the phone did.

You stayed up a little later than you should've texting him, but he promised to text you in the morning.

In LA, Jeff had been smiling all night. Y/n was funny and new, and he wanted to know everything about her. She was a breath of fresh air from his friends and his life, and he couldn't get enough.

"Who are you texting?" Todd asked Jeff, peering over his shoulder.

"Just some girl." Jeff played it off, wanting to keep y/n his secret for a while.

"Ooh, is she cute?"

"Yeah, she's hot." Jeff played along.

"Do I know her?"

"Probably not." Lucky for Jeff, David called Todd over, distracting him from their conversation.

Good morning!

You smiled at Jeff's text before replying. Seeing his name on your phone made you so happy for no reason. You've never had anyone to talk to like this, and you couldn't be more grateful. The two of you texted all day. And night. And the next day. And the next night.

For two straight weeks you texted constantly. You shared very intimate secrets with eachother. Things you've never told anyone. You also knew all the stupid things about eachother. Pet peeves, favorite colors, turn ons, turn offs. Stories about friends, your parents names, you even knew about his ex girlfriend.

I wanna see you.

His text scared you. There was something wonderful about the animosity of it all. You weren't pressured to look good, you weren't self conscious, you weren't worried about anything physical.

Can we start with a phone call?

Taking it slow was nice. Obviously you had a crush on him, but it felt so real and so fake. You loved him for his personality, but you had no idea what he looked like. You were scared to find out. What if he was horribly ugly? Not that looks were everything, but you'd have to be physically attracted to him at least a little bit for it to get anywhere. Jeff was thinking the same things, and agreed that a phone call would be a good next step.

I'm scared. What if my laugh is too ugly and you never talk to me again?

Who says I'm gonna make you laugh?

Jeff, your texts make me laugh until I pee a little bit, I know talking will be the same way.

If you say so.

He agreed to press the call button. You would get too in your head and never end up pressing it.

You were cross legged on your bed. You looked like a twelve year old girl waiting for her crush to call. Your ringtone blared and you stared at your phone. By the time you answered he'd almost gone to voicemail.

Both of you were silent for a minute.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" His New York accent soothed your ears. He sounded like home.

"Yeah, I almost didn't answer." You let out a sigh of relief. Once you started talking, your conversation didn't stop.

"I thought you'd have an accent." You could practically hear him smirking.

"I didn't think you'd have one." Your words were slow and gentle. You didn't wanna push any boundaries. You were afraid to curse, even though you'd cursed like a sailor in text.

"You sound very pretty." He flirted with you, making you blush. You were very thankful it was just a voice call and he couldn't see how red you were.

"Thank you."

You talked for three hours before you fell asleep. Apparently Jeff fell asleep too, because when you woke up, the call was still going.

"Jeff?" Your voice was groggy, but at this point you didn't care. He didn't answer right away, and you were about to end the call when he spoke.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" His voice was deep and gruff, a little chuckle coming through the phone.

"Do I really? That's so embarrassing." You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, trying to remember what you dreamed about.

"You were talking about me." Jeff smiled in his bed, staring at your name and the ever-growing time of the phone call.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry."

"No, it was sweet."

"What did I say?"

"You said 'you're probably really cute' and you kept whisperin' my name. It woke me up like three times."

"I mean, you sound like you're really cute, so I'm not wrong." You pulled your phone off the charger before bringing Jeff with you too the bathroom. "I have to shower, so I gotta go."

"No, we already slept together, you can shower in front of me." His joke made you burst out laughing. "And you thought your laugh was ugly, huh?"

"Okay, okay, I really have to go, Jeff." You noticed yourself in the mirror, smiling like a doofus. "I'll call you tonight?"

"Not if I call you first."

You texted all day once again, and he called you as soon as you said you were home.

"I missed your beautiful voice."

"I missed your sexy accent."

The events of the previous night repeated, this time with more flirting.

It became a cycle. You would talk all night, fall asleep together, wake up and talk about your dreams and his snoring and then you'd text all day until you could do it again. He became your first priority, only delaying or skipping a phone call when you talked to your sister or he had to do something with his friends.

After a few weeks you felt ready to know what he looked like. Your phone was facing the ceiling as you hit the FaceTime button. He answered the call, his phone also facing the ceiling.

"We gonna do a three, two, one, go kinda thing or one at a time, or what?" He chuckled. Suddenly your nerves were all lighting up at once. The curiosity was killing you.

"What if we go slowly? Like our hair first and then our eyes and yeah?" You suggested. Your hair was in a bun, and you weren't wearing makeup, but you wanted him to see you for you.

"I like that idea."

You picked up your phone slowly, peeking the top of your head into the frame. His hair was incredible. He had the type of hair you see in shampoo commercials. It was brown and floppy and slightly styled. "Even your hair is attractive, wow."

"Your messy bun is incredible." He took in every detail of your hair. "Eyes?"

"Okay." The two of you stared at your phones, staring at eachothers foreheads as your eyes slowly came into frame. His eyebrows were bushy yet manicured, and his beautiful brown eyes were so bright. You could see the attraction he saw in you as he took in your long lashes and your sparkling eyes.

"You look exactly as I pictured you so far." As he laughed his eyes scrunched up and you started to see his cheeks.

"You look so much better than I pictured you." You laughed as well, your eyes squinting. "Okay, noses." Jeff's nose was slightly big, and a bit crooked, but it was handsome nonetheless. He seemed like a manly man, and you were very into it. The more he showed of his high cheekbones and his nose, the more you started to see his moustache and the edges of a beard. "You have a beard?"

"Yeah, I'm a gorilla." His cheeks perked up as he smiled at you. Your nose was much smaller than his. "You have such a cute nose."

"Thank you."

"Let me see the rest of your beautiful face." He demanded and you obliged, showing him the whole of your face. "Wow."

"Wow." You were both stunned. The beard suited him. Jeff was hot. Like, male model hot.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, y/n." His lips mesmerized you to the point where you barely heard what he said.

"What?" You were suddenly out of breath. This beautiful man was falling in love with you.

"I was pretty sure before I saw you, but now I'm really sure. I'm falling in love with you. Your beautiful face. Your beautiful personality. All of it. The way you don't mute yourself when you pee, the way you laugh, they way you're smiling at me right now. All of it. Everythin' about you." His words squeezed her heart, a heavy warm feeling filling her chest.

"I'm falling in love with you too, Jeff Wittek."

You FaceTimed every night for a month.

"Hey." Jeff's handsome face filled your screen, except this time he wasn't in his apartment, he was walking somewhere.

"Where are you?" You asked, hearing voices in the background. You started to wonder if his friends knew about you.

"I'm getting on a plane." He smiled.

"Ooh, where are you going?" You knew about his job now. You'd laughed at his own videos while on FaceTime with him just a week prior, and you knew his friend David tended to take him on spontaneous trips to Chicago or New York.

"Guess." He said, a playful tone very obvious in his voice.

"Um, New York." You smiled at him.

"Nope."

"Chicago?" You were more uncertain this time.

"Wrong again."

"Just tell me, I suck at guessing." You pouted at him, your eyes noticing his friend Todd in the background.

"Vegas." His smile widened as he saw your shocked expression.

"Really?" You almost started to cry.

"I'll be at your door in a few hours."

"Is this really happening?" You asked.

"Do you wanna pinch yourself?" He chuckled.

"No, I just have to clean my entire apartment and put on makeup and find my cute underwear and-"

"Cute underwear?" He asked, that smirked you loved so much tugging at his lips.

"Damn right." You laughed.

"Okay, you can do that, but you don't have to put on makeup if you don't want to."

Your were crawling out of your skin for three hours, frantically running around your apartment as you made everything perfect for Jeff. You had your best underwear on, ready for him to rip it off. You didn't know if you were gonna have sex, but you wanted to be prepared. You were wearing some random shorts and a large shirt, minimal makeup on.

You were afraid you might wear holes in the floor from pacing so hard, but you couldn't help it.

You refreshed his location constantly. He was getting closer to you every minute.

You froze in your tracks when he knocked on your door. Life didn't feel real as you opened the door.

"Hey, could I crash here tonight?" Jeff asked. He was even more beautiful in person, he was also taller than you thought. You ran into his arms, his bag falling to the ground as he enveloped you in his arms. He smelled amazing. His grip was tight as he squeezed you.

"Hey."

"Hey."

He wouldn't let you go and you didn't want him to. You hugged for a good three minutes before finally dragging him inside.

"I can't believe you're real, or that you're here."

"I can't believe how beautiful you are." His eyes scanned your body before landing on your face. "Come 'ere." His hands holding your waist, bringing you in. Your eyes locked as your faces drew closer together. Your eyelids fluttered closed as you focused on the feeling of his touch. His hands on your waist, his lips on your lips, your fingers in his hair and on his jaw and in his beard. You couldn't get enough of him.

"I have a question for you." He pulled away gently, your eyes opening.

"Okay." You muttered, still stunned by him. His hands dragged up your body and cupped your face.

"Will you officially be my girlfriend?" His eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips. You nodded, smiling as you leaned in to kiss him again.

"I feel like I'm dreaming." You smiled, pulling away once again.

You showed him around your apartment, putting his stuff in your room. You cuddled and talked for a while before you finally got to show him that special underwear.

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Suzy laughing through all this is so precious 🥺I’d totally be the same way. 😂

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