#vlogsquad angst

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brief summary: carly invites you over to meet her friends whilst you’re visiting. but for some reason, jeff just refuses to warm up to you after seeing you as nothing more than a goody goody, but little does jeff know there’s more to you than he thinks

word count: 1.2k requested: yes by the sweetest anon - hope you like this one angel! warnings: none that i’m aware of

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“Y/n, you gotta come over,” Carly sighs as you sit in her apartment, eyes widening at her suggestion once again. “they’ll love you, it’s not as bad as you’re making out to be.” 

Glancing up from your phone, you focus on your best friend who rests her hands on her hips. “They’re chill people, Y/n.” Nolan inputs and Carly smugs proudly as he walks past with Frankie trailing behind him toward the kitchen. 

“Ugh, fine.” You give in, rising to your feet as you grab your bag before following Carly out of her front door. “But if they hate me, I’m blaming you.” 

Carly rolls her eyes as she unlocks her car. “As if that’d happen, Y/n.” 

*

“Okay, so maybe Jeff didn’t exactly warm to me.” You explain to Nolan as you walk through the door of Carly’s place.

Nolan looks over to Carly who simply gives him a ‘don’t ask’ look as she sits down beside you. “It wasn’t that bad.” Carly tries to ease the situation but based on your raised eyebrow and frown, it’s enough to know it definitely was that bad. 

“What happened?” Nolan asks, standing in the kitchen as he carries on preparing dinner. 

You groan loudly as you grab a cushion, burying it into your chest. “They were all super chill, but Jeff barely spoke two words to me.” You begin to explain, and Nolan nods along, not thinking too much of it. “But whenever he did, it was some kinda snide remark about my degree and career path.” 

“Oh,” Nolan seethes as Carly lowers her head, never having seen Jeff act like that to someone close before. “maybe he was just having a bad day?” Nolan tries to ease the situation, but you simply throw your head back and close your eyes. 

“It wasn’t like you were weird with him,” Carly comments, thinking over the interaction that you briefly had. 

“Exactly. I mean, I was just myself.” You explain and Nolan chuckles. 

“That’ll do enough to put him off.” He teases, receiving the cushion you were cuddling thrown in his general vicinity. 

*

“What’s the plan?” Jeff asks as he walks into David’s as Todd follows behind him. 

After greeting Todd, Natalie checks her phone quickly before responding. “You know that junkyard where you pay to destroy stuff? Well, we booked a slot for everyone to have a go.” Natalie explains.

“Sounds like it’ll be a good release.” Todd rubs his hands together in excitement. “So everyone’s coming then?” He quickly looks over to Jeff who quirks an eyebrow as Natalie nods. 

“Yeah, oh, and Carly’s bringing her friend who’s visiting,” Natalie adds and Todd can’t wipe the smile from his face after seeing Jeff’s expression drop. 

“But she’s too sweet to do this kinda shit.” Jeff speaks up. “Come on, did you see the way she reacted when I mentioned my weed stash that I used to sell? She practically disappeared into the couch.” Jeff tuts as David walks into the living room. 

“You talking about Y/n?” David questions, not even looking up from his phone. “She coming, Nat?” 

“Yep, Carly texted me earlier, she’ll pick Y/n up along with Erin and meet us there.” Natalie comments and David smiles brightly.

“I bet she’d kick ass if she had to,” David mutters, catching Jeff off guard. “what? You think she’s all soft and sweet completely?” 

Jeff scoffs as he crosses his arms. “I’m not saying that,” He starts, looking around as everyone focuses on him, waiting for him to continue. “I just have a vibe from her.”

“What are you a witch now?” Natalie jokes and Todd chuckles under his breath before Jeff shoots him a look. “She’s a chill person, Jeff. No one is saying you have to fall in love with her.” 

“I know that.” Jeff mumbles before grabbing his bag. “So, we going or what?” 

*

“Just take it easy, yeah?” Erin chuckles as you climb out of the car and you shrug a shoulder. 

“Of course, like I’m going to lose my shit.” You joke and Carly glances over her shoulder, giving you a quick warning look. “It’s perfectly legal here, right?” 

“Got the authentication certificates to prove it.” David laughs and Jeff squints as you stand in the sunlight, resting your hands on your hips. “You got some kinda problem with the law, Y/n?” 

Jeff raises an eyebrow as you simply smile, not quite giving an answer as you simply pick up a hammer. “Where’d we start?” 

After a half-hour, Jeff can already see a different side to you. Within the first few minutes of having the safety procedure you were free to destroy whatever you wish and Jeff watched as you threw a hammer into a windshield of a broken car. 

“She got some kinda anger issues?” Jeff nervously laughs as he pauses, looking over as you kick in the door to another old car with a bright smile on your face. “Or just fucking insane?” 

David chuckles as Carly walks over. “You didn’t tell him, did you?” Carly remarks, and Jeff looks over to David who simply shakes his head. 

“Tell me what?” Jeff asks as he listens to the sound of glass smashing and you cheering. 

“Y/n’s recently been cleared from probation,” Carly explains, and Jeff’s eyes widen. “I mean, it wasn’t like she killed someone. It was a drug deal gone wrong.” 

“Sound familiar?” David raises an eyebrow to Jeff who focuses on you across the junkyard as you joke around with Zane as he takes photos of you. 

“Huh.” Jeff mutters, now putting the pieces together as to why you tensed up about him mentioning his weed, about your career choices and prospering onwards. “So, she’s not such a good girl after all?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you smile to Carly as Jeff can’t stop eyeing you up with a smirk on his lips. “Is Jeff constipated?” You ask Zane who follows your line of vision and laughs lightly. 

“Oh Y/n,” Zane sighs as he pats your arm. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

“Or I’ll just see for myself.” You joke back before putting the hammer down and wander toward the trio with a bright smile. “That was definitely the release I needed.” You happily breathe out, watching as Jeff clenches his fists. 

“One hell of a release, Y/n.” Jeff comments and Carly rolls her eyes at his change in attitude. “Didn’t know you had that in you.” 

You glance over to Carly before stepping closer to Jeff, eyeing him up and down for a moment before tutting. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Jeff.” You remark before stepping away and picking up a sledgehammer, running back toward Erin who happily greets you before you smash another car. 

“I’ll have fun finding out.” Jeff mutters, following behind you as Carly sighs. 

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL SEPTEMBER. Please do not send one in right now, as I can’t get to it sorry guys.

brief summary: it’s your first time meeting jeff’s family, and he warns you that they’re a bit full on - but how bad can it be? (inspired by the card scene from how to lose a guy in 10 days)

word count: 626 requested: yess by a lovely anon - i hope you love it angel  warnings: none that i’m aware of, just fluff!

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“They’re intense at times,” Jeff preempts as you walk up to his family house, already hearing the yells of excitement from the garden.

Resting your arm around his hips, you chuckle lightly. “Jeff, I’m sure they’ll be fine.” You shrug it off as Jeff takes a deep breath before knocking on the front door.

Within seconds, the sounds of commotion ring through the house before the front door is opened. “Ah!” A lady happily cheers as she wraps her arms around you tightly. “Oh my god, you’re more beautiful in person!” Her thick New York accent lining her tone as you smile over to Jeff who winces as your hands begin to feel numb.

“Ma, let her go. She’s gotta breathe.” Jeff interrupts, and with that, his Mom lets you go but sighs happily.

“I mean it, sweetheart. What’re you doing with a guy like our Jeff?” She jokes with you, bringing you through the house as you glance up at photos on the walls of Jeff and his sister throughout the years. “He was a cute kid,” She comments as you make it outside, seeing a large table and several faces looking up at you as they place their deck of cards down.

“You must be Y/n, oh my god we’ve heard so much about ya!” You’re greeted once again with who you assume to be Jeff’s Dad as he puts his cigar down before kissing your cheek and hugging you. 

“It’s lovely to meet you.” You smile brightly as you wave to everyone around the table. 

“Take a seat, doll, join us.” Jeff’s Dad instructs as he pulls a chair out for you. “That’s Manny, my brother, then we have Teresa, she’s a Saint really,” He teases and Teresa rolls her eyes, putting her cards back down on the table. “and that’s Jeff’s sister, who I’m sure you’ve met.” 

You nod along as she rises from her seat and brings you into another hug, something you quickly adjust to as being the norm around here. “Good to see you Y/n, where’s my brother gone now?” She asks with a small sigh, looking over your shoulder as Jeff’s Mom appears without Jeff. 

“No idea, maybe he’s gone to the bathroom?” You suggest before sitting back down. 

“Okay doll, we’re playing bullshit, you in?” Jeff’s Dad asks as he shuffles the deck of cards before dealing them. 

“I’ve not played before, but I’ll give it a go.” You nervously laugh, suddenly wishing Jeff was sitting next to you in order to ease your anxiety as all eyes glance up at you. 

“It’s easy really, just follow my cue,” Jeff’s Dad nods as he tugs on his cap, and the game ensues. 

After ten minutes or so, Jeff wanders into the garden to find you perfectly comfortable and laughing away with his family. “Manny,” You trail off as you look up at the man across from you with sharp eyes. “I call bullshit!” You yell and Manny groans as he reveals his cards, proving you were right after all. 

A series of cheers greet you as you high five Teresa and Jeff’s Mom whilst his Dad rubs it into Manny that he’s a bad liar. 

“Did I miss much?” Jeff asks as he sits down beside you, seeing any sign of nerves you previously wore had washed away. 

You shake your head as you smile to his Mom who feels her heart swell at the sight of you both. “A round or two of bullshit, but you can catch up.” You tease, squeezing his thigh lightly before he rests his hand on yours. 

brief summary: after coming out that you and jeff have been dating, you bump into his ex at an event and things don’t exactly go smoothly

word count: 1.5k requested: yes - by a lovely anon, thank you for the angsty idea! warnings: mentions of self worth, doubt, angst 

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Despite the fact you’d been dating Jeff for almost a year, your friends only found out about it within the past two months whilst fans learnt a matter of days ago along with the rest of the world. You were both in a bubble of naivety, a state of pure bliss where no one could affect you or how you felt. But since the world found out about you, things changed drastically before your very eyes.

“Come on, it’s a night out.” David whines to everyone, glancing over toward you and Jeff as you remain buried in his arms, half asleep. “It could be your guys’ big night?” David suggests.

“Maybe.” Jeff mumbles, looking down at you as you rub your eyes, letting out a small yawn. “How ‘bout it, Y/n?”

You shrug your shoulder lightly. “I mean, why not.” You comment, seeing David resist the urge to fist bump into the air. “Could be fun.” You say to Jeff, who smiles back at you before kissing your forehead sweetly.

*

Walking into the club, Jeff refuses to let go of your hand. “Precious cargo, alright.” He muttered to you before you got inside, causing you to roll your eyes as you caught a glimpse of David filming the softer side that not many see of Jeff.

Immediately, you found yourself being dragged to the dance floor with Carly and Natalie. You’re aware Jeff is around as he brings the occasional drink to you like he always would, but now he was able to dance with you the way he’d want to.

The night was a laugh, Jeff had to help you into the Uber back to yours with the help of Heath. “She’s just a bit drunk, she’ll sober up by 6am.” Jeff tells Heath as you’re sat in the back of the Uber, trying your best to sit upright with the seatbelt on.

As Jeff slides into the seat next to you, you limply fall into him. “You’re so pretty.” You chuckle, poking his cheek as the Uber driver smiles to herself, pulling away from the club and all of your friends to whom you remain oblivious to having left behind.

Arriving back at your house, Jeff picks you up bridal style as he unlocks your front door. “Come on you,” He groans as he begins to walk up the stairs with you in his arms. “you gotta sleep this off.”

Pouting to him, you shake your head. “I don’t want to.” You say adamantly.

“You’ve got that event tomorrow afternoon, baby.” He reminds you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes and lean your head back, hitting it against the railings. “Oh, that’s not good.” Jeff sighs as you remain quiet, oblivious to the pain rushing through the back of your head.

Eventually, after a lot of resisting, Jeff helps you to bed. As you curl up into the sheets, you look around frantically. “Jeff?” You call out, unable to see him in the darkness.

Jeff shakes his head as he wraps an arm around you, hearing you squeal until he mutters your name. “I’m right here, okay?” He whispers into your ear, feeling you ease into his embrace. “I love you, Y/n.” He admits, and you tense momentarily.

“You, you do?” You ask in disbelief and you pause as Jeff removes his arm from around you, leaning over and turning the lamp on so he can see you properly.

Squinting from the sudden light, you shuffle to face Jeff as he focuses on your features. His hand reaches out and rests on your cheek. “I really do, crazy, right?” He chuckles, and you can’t help but nod.

“If it helps, Jeff.” You start, moving closer toward him. “I love you too.”

*

Rubbing your temples, you nurse the bottle of water provided as you take your seat alongside Kristen. “How do you look so good after last night?” You question, seeing Kristen looking as if last night was a total breeze.

“Maybe because I didn’t do an entire bottle of Tequila shots?” She retorts with a small smile, nudging you playfully before the last few guests arrive. “Oh no,” Kristen mutters, looking across the room to see Cierra and a few others walk in.

“What?” You glance up at Kristen, quickly following her line of vision directed at none other than Jeff’s ex. “For fuck sake.” You groan internally, one thing that could worsen your hangover is an interaction with your boyfriend's ex.

“Welcome everyone, I’m glad you could all make it.” Averting your attention from Cierra’s way, you focus on the brand rep as she explains the new products in front of you.

As you listen, you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes burning into your head. “Just ignore her,” Kristen mutters, resting a hand on yours underneath the table and squeezes it lightly.

You remain composed, listening throughout and taking photos and Instagram stories until it’s appropriate to leave. “I need a fat coffee.” You joke to Kristen as you both head out of the building. 

“Hey, Y/n?” You roll your eyes before turning around, forcing a smile as Cierra walks over and gives you a hug, throwing you off slightly as she steps back. “So good to see you, how’s your head? I saw the stories from last night.”

“No complaints so far,” You laugh, but Cierra merely flashes a curt smile. “I didn’t know you were coming today, but it’s nice to see you.” You say, hoping the interaction will be short-lived and you can be on your way.

“Yeah, it was a last-minute thing. I saw that you and Jeff are official, congrats on locking down that wild one.” She laughs, and her friends join in whilst you and Kristen remain quiet.

“Well, not really hard to lock him down if we’re actually in love.” You comment, and Cierra’s smile drops.

She hums to herself before stepping closer. “Just be careful, alright? Guys like Jeff don’t end up with girls like you.” She mutters before stepping away and flashing that faux smile. “It was nice to see you guys!” She walks off after that, leaving you stood still in a stunned state.

“Everything okay?” Kristen asks, resting a hand on your arm.

Snapping out of your daze, you nod. “Now I definitely need a fat coffee.” You joke, uneasily as you walk back to your car, unable to shake Cierra’s comment from your thoughts.

*

Kristen leaves you at David’s house as she heads back home, leaving you alone with the weight of Cierra’s words and facing Jeff as you open the front door.

“Hey, Y/n? How was the event?” Jeff stands up after hearing David mention your name and walks over, wrapping you in his arms.

He looks down, seeing you keep a straight face, missing your usual smile. “You okay?” Jeff mutters to you, watching as you force a nod. “Let’s go outside, yeah?” Jeff guides you outside, without a chance for you to respond.

As the door closes behind you both, you exhale deeply as you still keep a tight grip on your almost empty bottle of water.

“What’s wrong, did I do something?” Jeff questions, watching as you collapse down onto the driveway.

“Cierra was at the event.” You speak up, unaware of the sudden surge of anger pumping through Jeff as your gaze remains fixated on your feet. “She erm, said some things.” You glance up, noting Jeff’s clenched fists and tightened jaw. 

“She said something to you?” Jeff repeats your words as you nod. “What did she say to you? Because she’s just jealous, you know that, right?” He paces around whilst you rub your face in your hands.

“She said guys like you don’t end up with girls like me.” You tell him, hearing it through her lips and the tone they provided. 

Jeff kneels down in front of you, his left hand resting on your thigh. “You don’t believe that, do you?” He asks, scanning your features as uncertainty crosses them and you shrug. “She’s just trying to mess with us, Y/n. Don’t let her win.” 

You sigh deeply. “I don’t want to believe her, Jeff. It’s just, it hurt. Like, we are different species of women, Cierra and I that is.” You explain. 

“I know, and that’s what I love about you. You’re the opposite of her.” Jeff interrupts. “Don’t let her words tear you down baby, you mean too much to me to let her ruin things.” 

“I’ll be fine.” You assure Jeff as you slowly stand up, Jeff helping you to your feet. “Just threw me off that’s all.” You wrap your arms around Jeff’s torso, resting your head against his chest. “Trust me, I’m not going anywhere any time soon.” 

brief summary: jeff has a crush on you, and yet you’re oblivious to it. but when jonah tries to hit on you, jeff can’t keep his feelings supressed any longer 

word count: 1.3k requested: yes,by the very sweet @squishybebe​ - i hope you like it love!  warnings: jonah being a dick, creepy vibes

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“Wait, lemme see it!” You chuckle as you reach over Carly, grabbing Jeff’s phone as he protests.

Leaning back, you scroll through the Tweets as you suppress your laugh. “It’s just an idea, alright. I’m not saying you have to.” Jeff mutters, seeing a smile creep across your lips.

“And why wouldn’t I? I mean, my hair is in need of TLC.” You admit, lifting the dead ends of your hair as Jeff focuses on your furrowed brows as you focus on your hair intently.

“You’re seriously willing to come on the show?” Jeff questions as you nod in response. “You’ve seen the show right, I’ve only ever done girls hair like twice.” He reminds you, noting the look you give to Carly.

“Those weren’t so bad.” You tell him sweetly, unaware of Jeff internally lighting up at your soft comment. “I’m not after much anyway, but if fans wanna see it I’m down.” You hold out his phone to him as he accepts it back, looking through the tweets once more.

“Go on Jeff, you’re in need of content.” Carly inputs with a small laugh and all Jeff can do is nod as he focuses back on you.

“Alright, how’s Thursday morning work for you?” He rises to his feet as you do, quickly seeing you lean forward and embrace him in a tight hug.

“Perfect, thanks, Jeff!” You smile brightly as you pull away from him and head out of the house. “See you guys later.” You call out as you close the door, leaving Jeff stood still as he remains stunned.

“You ever going to tell her?” Carly glances up as a blush crosses over Jeff’s cheeks.

Snapping out of his daze, Jeff clears his throat. “Maybe.” He mutters before sitting back down with a thud. “But maybe not.”

*

Walking up toward his apartment, you send a text to let him know you’re about to arrive.

As you reach out to knock on the door, it opens for you. “Hey, Jeff-” You start, but as you avert your gaze from your phone, Jonah stands before you with a weird smile across his face.

“Hey, Y/n. Come on in, Jeff’s just setting up.” He moves aside, allowing you to walk past as his eyes focus on your body, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by some of the crew.

Wandering through the set, some of the crew notice the sight of your smile growing as Jeff walks out. “Y/n, glad you made it.” Jeff tries to keep his composure, but something about you just makes him weak at the knees.

“Jonah let me in, I hope that’s okay.” You say as you glance over your shoulder to see Jonah a lot closer than you had anticipated. Turning back to face Jeff, you force a small smile as you tug on your sleeve in discomfort. “So, need any help setting up?”

Jeff looks around, seeing everything is ready to go. He takes a step back and moves to stand behind the barber's chair. “Ready when you are, dollface.” He jokes with a thick New York accent and instantly cringes whilst you laugh, unaware of the glare that’s caught on camera of Jonah.

As Jeff starts to film, you try to remain perfectly calm and remain focused on what Jeff is saying to you. However, Jonah’s lingering eyes aren’t helping the situation, especially as he glugs his coke in the background of the video.

“Jonah, dude can you not? I’m trying to film.” Jeff glares over at Jonah who lowers the drink from his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before sighing.

“I didn’t hear any complaints from Y/n.” He remarks, and your eyes widen as you look over, a curt laugh escaping your lips. “See? She thinks I’m funny.”

Lowering your eyes you mutter under your breath. “Not exactly.”

Jeff smiles to himself, having heard your comment before he carries on shooting. “Okay, so let’s just start on your hair I guess.” He lifts the ends up, allowing them to fall over your shoulders as he pulls out a chair and sits beside you.

You can feel his breath on your cheek as he leans in, snipping away at the ends. “So, Y/n.” He speaks up, hearing you hum in response. “How’d you get your start?”

*

“Okay, let’s take a ten-minute break. Just check the lights and the audio.” One of the crew speaks up, and you slide from the chair to your feet.

“Wanna water?” Jeff asks as his hand rests on your arm, brushing off as you nod.

As Jeff walks away, Jonah forces himself up from the armchair. “Nice cut,” Jonah speaks up and you lift your head up, locking your phone as you reply to a text.

“Oh, thanks.” You reply, looking down at the fresh trim. “Always causes a lotta mess though.” You joke uneasily as everyone around you remains busy.

Jonah looks down at your chest. “You’ve got some hair on your,” He reaches out toward your right boob and his fingers graze across it firmly.

“What the fuck, Jonah!” You speak up, louder than intended as you bat his hand away.

Upon hearing you, Jeff moves through his apartment and pushes Jonah aside. As he stands in front of you, he can see the evident disgust in your expression and his eyes harden onto Jonah.

“What did you do?” Jeff grits his teeth as he stands in front of you whilst keeping an eye on Jonah who merely giggles.

“She had some lose hair on her boob, I just went to brush it off.” Jonah shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal and looks around to see everyone mirroring one another with dirty gazes at him. “What?” He scoffs as Jeff clenches his fist.

“Jeff,” You mutter, resting your hand over his fist. “he’s not worth it, honestly.” Your voice rises and Jonah raises an eyebrow to you.

“Oh, I’m not worth it suddenly?” He retorts to you. “What was with the looks you were giving me earlier, laughing at my jokes?” He lists off, but you shake your head in disbelief.

“Jonah, I’ve never shown an interest in you. It’s called being polite.” You state bluntly, moving aside from Jeff.

“If that’s polite I’d hate to see friendly,” Jonah mutters under his breath, and this time you’re too slow to hold Jeff back from lunging at Jonah and tackling him to the armchair.

“Jeff!” You yell, but a member of the crew holds you back as Jeff pins Jonah down, his arm leaning against his neck.

“You ever talk to her like that again, I’ll fucking end you.” Jeff spits to Jonah, who simply nods. “I’m going to let you go, and you’re fucking leaving here alright.”

Moving his arm aside, Jonah rises to his feet and pulls on his shirt before heading toward the door without another word being said.

Remaining still, Jeff tries to calm down his breathing. “Jeff?” Your voice snaps him from his thoughts as he turns around to see you timidly stood. “Are you alright?” You ask quietly, resting your hand on his cheek.

Naturally, Jeff feels himself leaning into your embrace. “After all that, you’re asking if I’m okay?” He questions, seeing you nod in response.

“Well of course,” You tell him. “because I care about you.” The words roll off of your tongue with ease.

“Yeah, like friends.” Jeff shrugs a shoulder, trying to protect himself. But to his surprise, you shake your head as you lean in toward him.

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED UNTIL MID AUGUST. Please do not send one in right now, as I can’t get to it sorry guys.

brief summary: jeff can’t help but ponder over the fact you, a lawyer are happy to be with someone like him and questions whether you’re actually happy with him one evening 

word count: 655 requested: yes by an anon! i adore this concept and i hope you like the outcome warnings: self doubt, some angst but ultimately a fluffy ending 

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Unlocking your front door, you immediately slip your heels off and let out a heavy sigh. “Jeff?” You call out, walking through your hallway before glancing into the living room. “You home?” 

“Up here,” Jeff shuffles from the bedroom as the floorboards squeak, catching your attention. 

Within seconds, Jeff hovers at the top of the stairs, looking down as you remove your jacket and place your bag on the floor. “Hey, baby.” You smile brightly, fighting through your tiredness. 

“How did the case go?” Jeff slowly moves down the stairs as Nerf follows closely beside him, panting heavily as you kneel down to tickle the dog’s belly. 

“It could’ve gone worse,” You admit, rubbing your eyes as you step closer as Jeff welcomes you with a kiss. “jury ruled him not guilty, so, there goes that case.” You sigh before moving past Jeff, heading straight to the kitchen. “How’s your day been?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, Jeff pauses as he leans in the doorway. “It’s been kinda slow, I finished editing the newest video and sent it off for brand approval.” Jeff shrugs his shoulder, noticing the slight pout forming on your lips. 

“Hey, those are all good things!” You say happily, but Jeff doesn’t seem so convinced. “What’s up with you tonight?” 

Jeff sighs. “Nothings up,” He lies, and something he should know by now is that you can tell a liar through a crowd instantly. “okay, I’ve just been having some thoughts.” He trails on as you place your wine glass down. 

“You can talk to me, Jeff, you know that.” You reassure him as you take his hand in yours, smiling up to him softly. 

Moving back into the living room, you take a seat next to Jeff. “I know, baby. It’s just,” Jeff sighs deeply, hiding his head in his hands. “you’re a fucking lawyer.” He laughs lightly, focusing on you as you furrow your brows together. 

“Yeah?” You slowly question.

“And I’m just,” A scoff leaves his lips. “I’m a YouTuber.” 

“And a barber, babe. Are we stating the obvious here or something?” You question, shuffling closer and taking a hold of Jeff’s hand once more. “Why does that matter?” 

Pausing for a moment, Jeff looks over toward the photos and achievements you both have on display above the fireplace. Alongside various framed photos of you and Jeff, lies Jeff’s play buttons and your degree in Law.

“Seeing your degree alongside my play buttons, it’s just strange. Like they don’t belong together.” He explains.

“What’re you saying, Jeff?” You ask quietly, pulling your hand away from his. 

Quickly, Jeff turns back to face you. “No, I just, sometimes I wonder why you’re with me.” He mutters, and the hearing that aloud breaks your heart. 

“Jeff, look at me.” You state, and Jeff abides. “What we do for a living does not matter, at all.” You begin to explain. “I didn’t fall in love with you because you were a YouTuber, and I know you didn’t fall for me due to my law degree.” You laugh lightly, noticing the small smile rising on Jeff’s lips. 

“Yeah, I know.” Jeff mumbles. 

“It has never mattered to me what you do. You could drop everything and become a postman- and if it makes you happy I’m not stopping you!” You exclaim. “We’re happy, and nothing else matters other than that, right?” 

Nodding along, Jeff lifts his head as he fixates on your loving gaze. “So you’d still love me if I became a male prostitute?” Jeff smirks as you roll your eyes. 

“If it makes you happy, then yes.” You reassure him, leaning in closer as you rest your forehead against his. “I love you, Jeff, okay? You can’t talk me out of that one.” 

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brief summary: jeff is finding it difficult to accept the fact that his baby girl is dating a bad boy

word count: 936 requested: technically, yes lmao  warnings: jeff being a protective dad. warning you to protect your heart and ovaries (if you have them that is) 

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“I don’t know about this kid, honey,” Jeff grumbles as you chuckle, continuing to tidy away your clothes as he hovers by the window. “He seems like he’s trouble, did you see what he was wearing? I mean, a denim jacket in the height of summer? Oh and don’t let me forget the fact he decorated it himself with patches from the eighties.” He groans loudly, glancing over his shoulder to see you shaking your head.

“Jeff, she’s fourteen, let her have her fun going on a date with him.” You chime in, placing the last of your tops away before standing behind your husband, wrapping your arms around his waist. “We were that age once too,” You remind him, feeling him hum in response. “do you know what you were up to at that age?”

Jeff sighs, knowing exactly what kinda mess he was getting into at his daughter's age. “A lot of shit,” Jeff mutters, watching as you climb into the guy's car as he drives away slowly as the engine roars. “I can’t believe she’s dating a sixteen-year-old.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach out and close the blinds. “Let her be, baby.” You move your arms, turning Jeff around to face you as you rest your hand on his cheek. “You were his age once, and you made mistakes. He’s still a kid and so is our daughter, even if she denies it like hell.”

As you walk away, Jeff can feel a smile tugging at his lips as his eyes linger on the photos on the shelf above your dressing table. A series remains displayed of your family from the first scan to your daughter’s fourteenth birthday party. 

“You coming for some dinner, Jeff?” You peer your head back around the door, noticing Jeff snapping from his daze as he clears his throat. “It’s never going to be easy you know,” You speak up, moving back into the bedroom as you admire the photos he cannot take his eyes off. “her dating, heartbreak, the ups and downs of being a teenager. But, that’s why she has us.” You squeeze his hand lightly, feeling him squeeze back. 

“She better not do anything stupid, that’s all.” Jeff tells you with a stern expression. “I raised her better than that.” He remarks and you nod along, rubbing his arm as you guide him out from the bedroom.

“I know baby, I think you’re the only parent to have taught her self defence moves and prison slang at six.” You comment, remembering the moment your daughter turned around during dinner and swore at you, oblivious to the meaning of the word she yelled. 

Jeff tails you down the stairs as you sit at the dining table, just the two of you with a vacant seat beside you. “So this is the start of her independence?” Jeff slouches down in his chair, exhaling deeply. “Looks like you’re stuck with me, honey.”

“Jeff, I have been for nearly two decades.” You remind him, fiddling with your wedding ring subconsciously. “She’s a smart girl, if denim jacket tries anything, he’ll have the wrath of us to deal with.” You say proudly before proceeding to eat your dinner.

A few hours had passed by, and you had been able to relax to the point of falling asleep on the sofa. Jeff, on the other hand, was too tense to unwind. His hand remains in your hair, stroking it whilst you sleep but his eyes remain glued to the clock in the living room.

Your daughter is teetering on the edge of breaking her curfew, and as if on cue, the sound of the old engine echoes through the street.

Unable to stop himself being nosey, Jeff rises to his feet and in the process waking you up from a pleasant slumber.

“Christ, Jeff.” You mutter, slowly sitting upright to see Jeff by the window, peering through the blinds.

Walking up beside him, you look out through the same slither of fabric to see your daughter leaning against the rustic car. “He’s playing her, I just know it.” Jeff clenches his fists in preparation as you both watch your daughter pushing herself off of the car. 

“Is he, is he smoking?!” You gasp at the sight, seeing smoke being blown into the air. “Oh, he’s going to give her cancer I swear.” You huff, and now it’s Jeff’s turn to laugh. “What?” 

“Since when did you become such an adult, worrying about smoking?” Jeff remarks, remembering some nights spent smoking until the sun came up. 

“Since it concerns our daughter, now hush I wanna hear what he says.” You retort, returning your focus on the scene playing out before your very eyes. 

Both of you remain silent as you watch your daughter take the cigarette from denim jackets fingertips, and you pause for a moment before witnessing her drop it and grind it with her shoe.

She leans up and kisses his cheek before turning away and heading toward the house, leaving the guy in a stunned state.

As the door begins to unlock, you quickly rush back to the sofa to seem relaxed as the front door closes.

“Oh hey, honey,” You call out, glancing over your shoulder to see your daughter with a smile on her face, trying to suppress it from growing wider. “good date?”

“Yeah, it was good thanks. I’m going to go shower.” Your daughter states, waving you off as she walks up the stairs.

brief summary: jeff does you a favour by taking a delivery for you, yet when you ask him to take a look whats inside, he definitely gets a pleasant surprise 

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Ever since you moved into your new apartment block, you knew things were going to be different this time.

For starters, the first night you stayed there the fire alarm went off, calling for a mass evacuation at 4am whilst you were wearing a long top and some shorts. However, if it wasn’t for this incident, you wouldn’t have met your closest friend and neighbour; Jeff.

Being new to the city, Jeff was the friend you never knew you needed in your life. He’d help you get out and see the stereotypical sights of LA and some secret gems. The pair of you went on hikes with Nerf strapped to Jeff’s back and had movie days together when you were both free. It was blissful, and then things started to change.

You’d notice the lingering silences as he stood in your doorway of an evening before heading back to his own place. Or how your fingers would glide over his, slowly leading to your hand being held in his when walking in public. You liked it, and when Jeff finally made a move well, safe to say it was about time.

This all leading you to now, you’ve been living in LA for seven months and Jeff is slowly becoming your boyfriend, teetering on the edge of friendship to more.

Opening your apartment door, you listen as Jeff walks in behind as he tightens his belt you whilst you frantically try to grab your things. “I can’t believe I overslept, shit!” You exclaim as you reach your files and handbag whilst Jeff chuckles as he leans by the doorframe.

“I told you to get up but you were adamant you had time.” Jeff reminds you, holding his hands up in defence as you shoot him a look playfully before picking up your phone and heading in his direction. “Drive safe, okay?”

Leaning up, you quickly kiss him before running to the lift before it passes your floor once again. “Oh, Jeff!” You call out from down the hall and Jeff peers his head through your apartment door with a raised brow. “I’ve got a package due today, mind keeping an eye out, please?”

“Course, doll.” Jeff smiles as you blow him a quick kiss, which he makes sure to catch as you turn the corner, disappearing out of sight.

As Jeff waits for your parcel, he dillies around your apartment for an hour or so. He checks his emails, outlines a plan for a video and David invites him over.

The doorbell goes and Jeff answers it, seeing a guy in uniform with a medium sized box look him up and down.

“You don’t look like a Y/n Y/l/n.” The man remarks, causing Jeff to let out a short laugh.

“And you don’t seem like a judgemental kinda guy, but can’t judge a book.” Jeff retorts, signing the pad as the box is handed to him without another word being exchanged.

Placing the box down on the counter, Jeff can’t help but be curious as to what’s inside. He eyes the packing, wondering if anything on there gives away what you’ve ordered. But instead of letting the nagging in his head get to him, he simply texts you instead.

thank you j, mind keeping a hold of it til i see you later? you going to davids?

Smiling at his phone, Jeff replies, letting you know he’ll be at David’s til late which suits you just fine. And with that, Jeff carries the box with him to his car, putting it in the passenger seat and supporting it with the seatbelt- for safekeeping, of course.

“What’s in the box?” David questions as Jeff walks through the door causing both Jason and Natalie to turn and see what box David is asking about.

Jeff shrugs a shoulder as he places the box on the kitchen counter. “Could be a bomb for all I know.” He jokes, missing Natalie’s eye roll before returning her focus to her phone. “Y/n ordered something, wanted me to look after it ‘til I see her tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Jason quips, sharing a look with David. “So, you guys are getting closer I take it?”

Sitting down, Jeff waves it off momentarily before seeing a text from you. His lock screen brightens, displaying the photo he took of you and Nerf from a sunrise hike the other week.

“You could say that.” Jeff mutters. “She wants me to open the box.” Rising to his feet, Jeff wanders into the kitchen, accepting the scissors from Taylor as be begins to slice through the tape.

“What if it’s like a jumbo pack of tampons?” David suggests with a light laugh, looking to the others for more suggestions as Jeff keeps the content disclosed until he’s seen it himself.

“Or baby stuff?” Jason speaks up, causing everyone to go silent. “Or not.” He mutters as Jeff lifts the box inside of the packaging out, revealing the metallic company name and Natalie gasps.

“Oh my god.” She covers her mouth, looking over to David as she tries to hide her mischievous smile. “Y/n has good taste.” Natalie comments, watching closely as Jeff’s eyes widen.

Looking inside the box, Jeff moves the tissue paper aside revealing an ivy green lace lingerie set. A short laugh escapes him as he unintentionally licks his lips at the sight, knowing how good it’ll look on you. 

“Well, what’s in the box?” David asks, peering over from the sofa as Jeff glides his fingers along the bra, the padded lace that he’ll tear from you later tonight. 

“Nothing special.” Jeff admits with a small smile as he clears his throat, seeing his phone illuminate beside him, revealing a text from you.

just you wait til tonight, j. hope you don’t have plans for tomorrow xo

“I erm, I’m not going to make it to Scott’s tomorrow,” Jeff averts his attention from his phone and the content of your box, closing it back up as he focuses on his friends. “somethings come up.” He explains, watching as David nods with a smirk on his lips. 

brief summary: david wasn’t one to start drama or get involved in it, but when you witness something brewing between him and logan paul, you can’t help but be concerned 

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David was heading out for a few hours to try and film some more content for the vlog. You knew he was starting to struggle as everything was starting to open up and ease back to a sense of normality, not that he’d show it on the surface. 

The underlying tensions were there as he came back day after day with a heavy sigh and tired eyes with little to no usable footage. He would stay up until the early hours of the morning doing research, trying to make plans but it came to no avail, he wasn’t getting anywhere. 

“I’ll see you later, babe.” David calls out as he sticks his head through the door, trying to wear a bright smile despite his eyes struggling to remain open. 

Sitting upright in bed, you force a sweet smile. “Don’t be so hard on yourself Dave, it’s okay to take some time to get back into this.” You reason as you rise to your feet, wearing one of his old shirts and joggers as you wrap your arms around him. “Now go shoot some content, I wanna see a vlog.” You chuckle before kissing his cheek, leaving him pouting for more. 

Yet, you retreat to bed, and David groans loudly. “Fine,” He admits defeat, running over at full speed toward you and launches himself on top of you. 

His lips slam against yours, but his kiss is soft, delicate. “I love you, David.” You mutter into his lips as he pulls away, his face hovering just above yours. 

“I love you too, Y/n. Have a good day.” He smiles, kissing you quickly one last time as Zane yells for him through the house. 

*

Standing in the kitchen, you finish up your lunch when you hear your phone buzzing on the counter.

“Shit.” Natalie calls out as she appears with her brows knitted together, Ella and Taylor both appearing too as they wear matching expressions of disapproval.

“Something I miss?” You speak up as you take a sip of your coffee, the girls sharing a look quickly. “What’s happened?” Your playful tone disappears as you reach for your phone, seeing several notifications from Zane.

david got into beef with logan i think he’s pissed we were filming and joking round on my ig story but then david just turned shit got bad fast we’re heading back now. sorry y/n x

A heavy sigh leaves your lips as your thumb hovers over the Instagram icon. “Why does he have to do this.” You shake your head as you click on the app, immediately seeing Zane’s story as one of the first on your feed.

Ella opens her mouth to interject, but Taylor simply shakes her head.

Clicking the video, you watch the first few slides of David merely joking around with Logan. It looks harmless as David is recording something on his camera, but Zane muted the video so all you can go off are David and Logan’s expressions.

As the next slide plays, the sound returns and both David and Logan are yelling at one another. “No, fuck you, dude! Why would you say that?!” David yells aggressively, something you’ve only heard twice since you’ve been together.

“Come on, David. I was just joking.” Logan laughs, but Zane interjects as he holds David back, recording Logan now as he scoffs. “Consider it content for your vlogs, you clearly need it dude.” Logan adds, and Zane’s story abruptly stops, automatically playing someone else’s story.

“Y/n?” Ella speaks up, stepping toward you as you lock your phone and place it in your back pocket. “Look it’s going to be fine, Logan hasn’t tweeted anything or posted about it.” Ella tries to reassure you as Natalie remains glued to her phone, leaving the room as she answers a phone call. 

“What is wrong with him,” You bury your head in your hands, unaware of the front door opening and David sheepishly entering. “what could Logan have said to get him that wound up?”

“Hey,” David calls out as he places his camera on the counter, watching as you slowly remove your hands from your face and look directly at him with cold eyes. “can we talk?” 

Nodding in response, you walk toward his bedroom whilst Ella wishes him luck as the bedroom door closes behind you. 

“About what you saw,” David starts, but you quickly turn on your heels. 

“What the fuck happened, Dave?” You blurt out. “You rarely get mad like that, and Logan of all people?” An attempted laugh leaves your lips as you perch on the edge of the bed. 

David walks over hesitantly before sitting beside you, keeping his hands in his own lap instead of on yours. “He just showed up out of nowhere in his fucking lambo, what Zane didn’t capture was Logan being rude about the perfume launch, about you, about Charlotte and my content.” David exhales deeply, trying to remain composed as you shift beside him. 

“What did he say?” You ask softly, but David shakes his head. 

“I don’t want to repeat it, but it was enough to make me mad and with these past few weeks I just couldn’t keep my cool.” David admits as his head hangs low. 

“No one said it’d be easy getting back into this, David.” You remind him as you scoot closer, wrapping your arm around his waist, pulling him into your embrace as he buries his face into your chest. “And Logan isn’t worth it, of all people.” You chuckle softly as David begins to smile into you. 

“I think Natalie’s on damage control.” David murmurs into your chest as you nod. “I’m sorry I’ve been acting off lately, baby.” 

“It’s okay, Dave.” You reassure him as you run your fingers through his hair. “Just don’t shy away from me, I’m always here.” 

“I think I take that for granted sometimes, though.” David comments candidly, taking you by surprise. “But I really love and appreciate you, Y/n. Would you be willing to help me film some content later downtown?” 

Lifting his head from your chest, David rests his hand on your lap as you nod. “Thank you, Dave. And of course, does it involve me dressing up as a hooker again or a fake proposal with Jason?” You ask, and David laughs playfully. 

“You’ll see.” He tells you before kissing you sweetly, just about hearing you mutter in response.