#jeff wittek headcannon

[daviddoughbrik]

Baby Girl - a J. Wittek Imagine

“she wants one with jeff where you have 2 kids and get pregnant with the 3rd so jeff gets mad cause he only wanted 2 then he heard the ultra sound and cries cause he’s so happy” @jeffshikingbuddy

I hope I did it justice.

“Are you serious?” Jeff asks, his hands coming up to run through his hair. Normally, that could be a habit of excitement, but this one is of regret. “Really?”

You nod, answering his question, the excitement leaving your face.

“Y/N. How are we going to do this? We can’t raise another kid right now! We can barely handle the two we have!” he whisper-yells, trying to not bring attention to your conversation from the three-year-old and eighteen-month-old playing in your living room.

“Jeff, it’s not like I did this on my own. It takes two, you know this,” you scorn, hand slapping down on the counter beside you. Knowing tears were about to fall, you throw your hands up in defeat and head upstairs to anywhere but where Jeff and your children were. You needed to be alone.

Days and weeks go by. Your husband Jeff and you had hardly talked about the pregnancy. You did most of everything on your own. Doctors visits, cravings, crying for no reason: it was all you. Of course you’d still talk though, you loved him and he loves you. It was never anything less than love, but Jeff was scared.

“So, when do we get to find out the gender of this new baby?” he asks one morning, timidly waiting at the door as you brush your teeth.

“I already know. You don’t seem to care enough to ask me about this baby, so I didn’t feel like being the trooper in this situation,” you say blatantly, no hard feelings, just honesty, and honestly, it’s probably the hormones talking. You lean down to wash your mouth free from tooth paste and wash your face. Through soapy eyes you see your husband standing right next to you with his arms crossed. “What?”

“You know, Y/N, I’m sorry that I’m the only one worried in this situation. We have two wonderful children under five years old, Vann is still in diapers, Dax is wearing training underwear. How on earth will it be possible for us to constantly monitor three dependent humans? How! We barely have time now.” Rage and frustration bubbles up in you, but of course, sadness wins.

“Well, since you’re suddenly interested, it’s a girl, Jeff. She’s doing great, too,” your puffy eyes meeting his, and you see his eyes soften. Still, there’s no change.

“Mommy!” Dax shouts from downstairs.

“Coming, son,” Jeff replies, knowing you didn’t want your son to see you like this.

“No, Daddy. I need Mommy, not you,” Dax says.

“I’m coming, Daxxy,” you reply rubbing your face with a towel and heading out the door.

Jeff is standing there, still in shock, but still worried and upset about having another human to look after, even if it is his baby girl.

A week passes by and again, there’s not much baby talk. Dax and Vann are really excited about their new sister, and you’re really happy for a girl to balance out the future testosterone levels. Your hand rubs over the fabric of your bed spread covering your belly.

“Mommy, don’t feel good,” Dax says in the doorway, his stuffed bear cuddled to his chest.

“Come here, bubba,” you coo. “What doesn’t feel good?”

“Belly and my froat,” he whines, his little hand grabbing onto you to pull him in closer.

“You do feel pretty warm, buddy. When did this start?”

“Before dinner,” he says before bending over to clutch his stomach. “Mommy,” he cries, hot tears spilling out of his eyes. “I fink I’m gonna frow up,” he says, his face paling. You grab your three year old and run him to your bathroom, but the door is locked.

“Jeff, open up, Dax is about to puke,” you spit frantically, jiggling the door handle. It takes him a second too long, because as the door opens, Jeff is met with a tiny baby boy, throwing up tonight’s dinner on his toes. Jeff steps aside so you can step in and bring him to the toilet.

“Dax,” he says, upset. His face is red, eyes bloodshot as if he’d been crying.

“Sorry, daddy,” Dax cries. Jeff is upset, but you’re not sure if the vomit on his toes triggered it or something else.

“No, buddy, you’re sick, don’t apologize. I know you couldn’t help it,” Jeff says coming to join your comforting of your son. Dax throws up every ten minutes for almost an hour and a half. “We will have to take you to the doctor tomorrow, though bud.” Dax cries at the thought. “They’ll make you feel better buddy, I promise.”

“Buddy, would come sprite or something make your tummy feel better?” you ask, brushing his dark brown hair away from his face. He shrugs. “Do you want to try it?” He shrugs again. “How about mommy will go get you some, and you can think about it?” He nods. You push yourself up from your knees, feeling light headed as you do so, and almost stumbling. “Whew, mommy can’t bend down like that too much more.”

“Y/N, you gotta be careful. You can’t be doing that and carrying our son and stuff. You’ll go into labor,” Jeff fusses. You blow him off, as if he cares anyways.

Returning with the sprite and some cleaning supplies, you get to see the sweetest thing. Jeff is sitting in the floor by the toilet with Dax resting in his lap almost asleep. Jeff’s hands run through your son’s hair as he repeatedly kisses the top of his head. “I love you, Dax Wittek.” Not wanting to disturb the moment, you sit the sprite beside him and get to work cleaning the throw up on your hardwood floors.

“I’ll do that,” Jeff whispers. You shake your head no and continue cleaning, he doesn’t press it. The whole time you’re thinking about the new baby. Will Jeff and the new baby ever have moments like this? Does Jeff even care? Before you know it, you’re all done and setting the supplies aside. You’re lightheaded again getting up from the floor and a sharp pain stabs your lower back. Right now, ignoring it seems like the best option.

“I’ll take him, you can go to the boys bathroom and shower off the throw up if you want,” you offer, reaching for your son.

“Well, will you be able to take the boys to the doctor tomorrow? I won’t be able to take them, I have the business meeting tomorrow with the new owners of YouTube.”

“Yes, I’ll take them both,” you reply plainly.

“Then, I’ll stay up with him tonight. You’ll have enough on your hands tomorrow. I’ll see if maybe Kristen can come and help you,” he bargains. You nod and go over to brush your teeth and quickly get in the bed.

The next day, Jeff and Dax are still in the bathroom. Vann is up, alive and well through the baby monitor. Getting up, to use the bathroom, you peek in on Jeff giving Dax a bath. He’s towel drying the young boys hair, so you move on to get Vann up and dressed and ready. “Kristen is going to be here at nine. I have to leave at 8:45,” Jeff says, putting on Dax some new pajamas to go to the doctor in.

Jeff is gone soon, and Kristen arrives shortly after.

“Hey, Daxxy, I heard you weren’t feeling well,” Kristen asks, coming in the front door. She bends down to give her nephew a kiss on the head. “Uncle Scott wanted me to give you these,” she says kissing his head again.

You sigh in relief, thankful your savior and baby whisperer Kristen is here to help you and your very pregnant belly. You pick up Vanns diaper bag from the ground and there’s that sharp pain again. You gasp.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kristen asks, dropping Dax’s hand to come over to you.

“Nothing, uh, I’ll be fine. I’ve just been having this back pain,” you groan. She gives you those worried eyes, but let’s it pass. “C’mon, boys. Let’s go get Dax better!” you cheer and Vann is clapping his hands, cooing and stumbling beside you. All is forgotten until you’re at the doctors.

Sitting in the waiting room was all fine and dandy, well, that is until you pass out face first into the cold tile floor.

The beeping, the shuffling, the mumbling muffled voices seem so far away, but how far away could they be when you’ve got hands on you at all times. You try opening your eyes, but they never flutter and you’re back out again.

There was a lot to be said about the situation you were in. “Are you going to die? What about the baby? Is the baby going to die? Oh, Y/N, baby I’m so sorry,” you hear him wailing next to you. Still, it’s as if there are miles between you. “I promise, I promise when they deliver our baby girl, I will do every thing in my power to keep you both safe. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry.” His head is on your chest, letting himself hear your heart beating for himself. “I spent too much time worrying about what was going to happen after, that I didn’t even comfort you during this pregnancy like I did with the boys and I will do everything, Y/N, everything I can to make sure you feel loved for as long as you live. Please baby, just live. I need you. The boys need you,” he cries. “I need you,” he whispers, not to you, not your stomach. “My baby girl, I need you. I need you to be okay and safe,” he’s crying louder now, or you’re coming out of the state you were in.

“Mr. Wittek, we are ready to take your wife back for her cesarean now,” the doctor says, his team of nurses flocking you. “Oh! We have some eyes now, don’t we?” the doctor says coming to grab your hand. “Welcome back, Mrs. Wittek. Thank you for joining us. Are you ready to meet your baby girl?” You only nod, but Jeff’s expression looking at you, makes you break down.

“My god, Y/N,” he cries coming to bury is tear stained face in your neck. Both of you are sobbing in each other’s embrace.

“We will give you a few minutes,” the doctor smiles, exiting the room.

There are only tears and kisses and lots of “I love you”s exchanged for a good minute.

“You missed my apology so I’ll say it again,” Jeff says pulling back from you.

“I heard you,” you whisper bringing him to a kiss. “I promise to make you feel loved for as long as you live, too. Now, can you tell me what happened? I remember being at the doctors, but that is it.”

“Well, you passed out in the waiting room, belly first. They brought you into the ER, and said that the baby was fine, just that the umbilical chord was slightly damaged. They said they’d need to deliver her, but they weren’t in too much of a hurry because the babies stats were fine. They have the monitors on her at all times, but they said that if she wasn’t delivered in the next few hours, we could lose her,” he says, sniffling again. “But, she is okay, they have the monitors on both of you. They also said she is a little bigger than when you last came in, and her survival rate is very high,” Jeff says full of hope. His hand brings yours to his mouth to kiss.

“Are we ready?” the doctor asks, and you both look at each other and nod.

They take you back to the operating room, Jeff at your head. It doesn’t take very long. You’re numb, and they’re ready to bring her out of you.

“Remember to breathe, Mrs. Wittek,” the doctor says below you. “And you too, Mr. Wittek. From what I have heard, this is your first girl,” he says making light conversation. They have small talk about it and soon the nurses are handing the towels and things to the doctor. “Well, here she is,” he says handing the small baby over the curtain separating your view. They place her on your chest, and she hasn’t made a sound yet.

Panicked eyes dance around the room, but not just yours and Jeff’s. The doctor smiles and nods to you chest where you see her own panicked eyes dancing around the room, before a deep, deep breath in. Her wails fill the operating room, and you could never be more excited to hear a baby cry.

“That’s our girl,” Jeff cries from above you. “I’m so in love.” You both are blubbering over your miracle baby girl. “She’s so beautiful. She looks just like you,” he says brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your temple.

The nurses take the baby away and clean her up really good for you before handing her back. Your gown was stripped from your chest so you could have skin to skin contact. Soon you’re back in your hospital room and it’s just you three.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper to Jeff as the newborn is sleeping on your chest.

“I love you too, both of my baby girls,” he says cupping your face, and smiling into a peck on your lips.

[kodzuskook]

box challenge jeff would include...

when jc and kian messaged you asking about whether or not you’d like to participate in their box challenge, you were quick to say yes

i mean, kristin and mariah were gonna do it so why not you too

jeff decided to tag along with heath when you all left

and so it began

you pulling out number seven meaning you would have to enter near the end

kian and jc pulling jeff aside to ask a few questions

“if any of them give my girl a consequence, i’ll fight.”

“i’ve been to jail, i ain’t worried.”

“jeff, shut the fuck up.”

him leaning against the box making funny faces at you while you stared out

him facetiming zane and letting you talk to him while in the box

him making instagram stories where he’s just hyping you up

“hey guys, look at my beautiful girlfriend going strong, holding her place in the box....hey, y/n? could you wipe the box so everyone can see you.”

you getting the hot sauce consequence and jeff instantly laughs

“y/n’s the queen of spicy food. there’s no way she’d lose cause o’ this.”

him constantly reassuring you that you’ve got the win in the bag

jeff and scott making a mini podcast episode of them just cheering on their girlfriends

him secretly telling you what number to pick because he can see it in the reflection of jc’s glasses

“what are you gonna use the money for, y/n?”

“probably spend it on jeff somehow. our anniversary’s coming up.”

him and heath play-arguing over which girlfriend would win

you and mariah literally just watching them being dumbasses

after a while, jeff’s kinda over it

but you’re still going strong so he’s still cheering you on

kian asking jeff how he feels about how you’re doing so far

“i mean, i left the freezer right away so you know, i’m glad she’s gotten further than that.”

him answering your mom’s call and just going off on how good you’re doing

him freaking the fuck out when gabbie “passed out” and constantly asking if you’re doing okay

“baby, if you’re feelin’ light-headed, pull out please.”

“jeff, i’m fine.”

him getting bored and asking you to use your bathroom pass so that you could cuddle him for a little

you using your bathroom pass to cuddle him

you and the rest of the girls deciding to split the money after hours of standing around

“you did great, babe.”

— requested by anon

author’s note: sorry if this was pretty bad, i made a box challenge head cannon with another person and didn’t want them to overlap a lot. oops. hope this was good enough

[kodzuskook]

being best friends with jeff would include...

hikes

a lot of hikes

seriously, a lot ! of ! hikes !

“y/n get off your lazy ass.”

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

him spilling his heart out to you

sometimes, a lot of tears are shed

helping him get over a break-up

him doing the same for you

being best friends with his parents

“i like your parents more than you.”

“they like you more than they like me.”

making fun of his past jail sentences

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

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

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

a lot of scary movies

him joking about chopping your hair

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

mocking his accent

“aye, i’m wawkin’ ‘ere!”

“y/n, i don’t even say that.”

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

“are you guys dating?”

“no, gross!”

“thanks, y/n.”

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

him only showing his nice side to you

him always telling you his jokes first to get your approval

him being the most supportive friend ever

“y/n, you look beautiful.”

having the weirdest nicknames for each other

“aw, shucks. thanks, jeffie.”

[daviddoughbrik]

IT IS THIRSTY THURSDAY.

Our winner is Jeffery Wittek!

Jeff - 13

Ilya - 9

Zane - 1

So! Get to sending in your thirsty concepts to be done with Jeff! It’s Thirsty Thursday, y’all!

[kodzuskook]

whipped | jeff wittek

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “aaand he’s back,” david laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 jeff was whipped.

***

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

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

 the date.

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

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

 “did you watch david’s vlog?” todd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 jeff smiled, “i’m glad, princess.”

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

[daviddoughbrik]

GUIDELINES

here’s a little something telling you who I write for and what I write/don’t write.

DO:

WHO:

chances are if you see them on my masterlist, i write for them.

David Dobrik

Scott Sire

Kristen McAtee

Heath Hussar

Mariah Amato

Zane Hijazi

Todd Smith

Natalie Mariduena

Ilya Fedorovich

Dima Konovalov

Corinna Kopf

Matt King

Jeff Wittek

Carly Incontro

Erin Gilfoy

WHAT:

content:

threesomes and upwards

smut

fluff

angst

formats:

headcannons

blurbs

concepts

imagines

DON’T:

the following are on the “DON’T” list because I have trouble writing for these people/topics. I don’t feel as though they’re successful/make me uncomfortable therefore I avoid them.

WHO:

Jason Nash

Durte Dom

Big Nik

The Antonyan Family

WHAT:

content:

cheating

inter-vlog squad relationships without the reader

daddy/little

mommy/little

I feel as though this is pretty clear to follow, however if there’s something/someone I’m missing or if you have questions just drop me a line in my ask box!

[daviddoughbrik]

what would your first date be like with Jeff?

Your first date with Jeff would be really fun and chill. You’d never skip a beat of conversation or share moments of awkwardness between you. When you meet, he just makes you feel so comfortable and welcome. That’s just his spirit. He always opens your doors and doesn’t make a big deal, just like he’s always been doing it. By the end of the night, you’d both be smitten. You’d never want to part, but you do. We won’t kiss and tell though 😘😘