#davey jacobs/reader

[baugettetaylorsversion]

RIP Luke Castellan, he would’ve loved Newsies.

[sl-newsie]

Davey: Here’s your cigar, Race.

Race: Great, Davey! Thank you!

Davey: Thank you! You’re welcome.

Race: …

Davey: I’m awkward and I know it!

[sola-nater]

bsf!davey jacobs

Synopsis: davey and u are bsfs !! well not anymore—kinda; fingering ensues !!

Pairing: Davey Jacobs x fem!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: fingering, childhood best friends to lovers

A/N: blurb that got too long i love davey omlllll guys help i need him so bad; unedited (banner: @uzmacchiato !)

Davey Jacobs is your best friend.

That’s why it’s weird how his long fingers are now plunged inside of you, working your wet hole open as your body rests slung across his thighs.

“That feels good, right?” he says with a smirk.

Because of course he’s cocky right now. This is all he’s dreamed about for the past few months. All that’s been on his mind when he’s been fisting his cock in secret beneath the thin covers, imagining it was your pussy instead of his own calloused grip, and biting back moans at the thought. The boys have been on him for months about making a move, everytime his eyes lingered too long on you was a smack to the upper back and a firm grip-and-shake by the shoulders for him.

One day, when the sunshine drafting into the west-facing room heated up the space too much for you to bear, you slipped off your vest in front of him. Just casually—because it was, but to him? He had to make a conscious effort to hide the way his studying gaze drifted over your arms as you turned to toss your vest to the floor, leaving you in a barely form-fitting blouse. He really had no reason to stare so hard, or to feel the way he did. Perhaps he just liked seeing you…unkempt.

When you left the room, he put down the leg he had resting over the other, giving the strain in his pants the slightest bit more room. He leaned back against his chair, staring up and running his hands over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. It occurs to him then that best friends don’t think this way about each other.

He wonders if any of the guys truly had an idea as to what perversions tainted his mind. Wondered if they even thought it was possible for him to think this way.

It’s not like it mattered now though. Any preconceived innocence to him would be shattered by the scene of you cradled in his lap, one of his arms wrapped around your back to hold you up as the hand on the other crooked its middle and ring fingers to meet your sweet spot, drawing a whiny mewl from your lips.

The wicked grin on his face grows when you start to grasp at his shirt, searching for anything to anchor you to reality. The pad of his thumb presses against your clit, drawing circles in its wake, and you think you see stars.

“Fucking pretty girl..” he mutters under his breath, sighing. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Wanted this for so long…” “‘You gonna give it to me? You gonna cum?” and he curls his fingers inside of you, hushing the wimpy moans that fall out of your mouth. God it felt incredible. You couldn’t think straight, your head felt fuzzy and your skin burned hot even by just being curled up in his lap in only a tight tank top.

“Shit…Davey..! I need t’cum! I need to cum! Aagh!!”

He smiles down at you, but it’s not like you can notice. He thinks once about shushing you, then twice, and quickly he realizes that he doesn’t care if people hear you. It’s better to let you speak for yourself that you're his.

“I know…I know..” he starts softly. You look ravishing. Seeing your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, the hand around you caresses your arm—Davey’s attempt to do what he can to bring you more comfort. “‘Feelin’ good?” he asks.

“Ughh—Ahh! ‘F course I feel fucking good..!” you scream back, voice broken by moans.

Davey laughs, bending down to press kisses all over your face, catching your mouth with one that makes your lips zing. You feel crazy; you’re about to cum, fucked silly by Davey Jacobs’ fingers. As your mouths move together in a sloppily choreographed dance, you can’t help but notice the feeling of your orgasm as it begins to pool in your lower abdomen.

“D-Davey…” “I—fuck…” you writhe in his lap, pushing against the arm that’s wrapped around you, legs repeatedly flexing then going limp.

“So gorgeous…” “Right there, huh?” he grins, shifting to get a better hold on you. One of his knees bounces and it makes you sink down onto his fingers harder. You would’ve tossed your head back if you still had the energy to; instead, it lolls right up against his chest, still covered by the fabric of his button-up and vest. It smells of him. He’s everywhere. You cry out his name softly, your hands balling into fists as you teeter on the edge of ecstasy. He coos at you like a songbird, “Oh sweetheart…gonna cum?”

Then suddenly, with a few more pumps of his fingers, his face is back at yours, noses bumping together (God that fucking nose) and he hushes the next words at your lips, shaky in the heat of the moment.

“Cum.”

“Cum—Cum f’me, baby.”

“—‘you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

And when you finally do, Davey’s forehead is pressed against yours.

He whispers sweet nothings and gentle praises while his fingers continue to fuck you through your orgasm, slowly pumping in and out. His eyes glue to the way your mouth hangs open, panting as the feeling of bliss buzzes all the way to your toes.

“‘Look like a dream, Angel” he hitches, lips quirking up into a fond smile.

His fingers stay tucked inside of you a little longer before pulling out, glistening with your aftermath. Davey’s other hand smooths down your hair before his thumb strokes lovingly over your temple.

You’re so pretty like this, all tuckered out, staring back up at him through half-lids. A face so familiar in a context so unfamiliar. He didn’t know what to say; he didn’t think he’d get this far when he confessed—young and stupid on an old mattress, his friends on the floor below.

One of your hands tugs at his vest, breaking his thoughts.

“Hmm?” he hums, eyebrows raised. Upon making eye contact Davey flushes, but he supposes there’s not much a reason to hide it from you anymore. You giggle, tired and content as you watch Davey revert back to his charming, awkward self. He looks at his other hand, wet with your slick, then back at you. His eyes fleet back and forth before his fingers are going into his mouth, and he’s sucking off your taste from his digits.

Your breath hitches at the sight, grip tightening. He licks his lips after, leaning down to meet you straight in for a kiss, hand now wrapped loosely around your gripping wrist as he does. His tongue pasts your lips into the wetness of your mouth, and you can taste the tang of yourself on his tongue. It’s like he loves you. You know he loves you.

“You’re mine now?” he asks when he finally pulls away, breathless.

You meet him back with a nod.

You always have been.

[ur-local-theatre-obsessed-menace]

Newsies Master list~

List of fanfics I've made for all of the silly little newsboys!

(Headers made by me! ask before using please!)

Jack Kelly

None yet!

Davey Jacobs

Lovable Awkwardness

Crutchie Morris

None yet!

Racetrack Higgins

None yet!

Albert Dasilva

Lodging House Prankster series wip

[bluespecs14]

Threads and Bandages

Summary: Davey asks his sister for help to make a gift for Reader.

Warnings: mentions of bandages and (sewing) stitches, possibly ooc characters, use of (Y/N)

Word count: 1,008 words

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“Sarah, I need your help” Davey suddenly announces, breaking the silence in the room.

The girl raises an inquisitive eyebrow, “help with what?”

He goes to sit beside Sarah, pausing to take a breath before speaking again, voice shy but determined, “I want you to teach me how to embroider, please”

Sarah stares at her brother, surprised, before adopting a teasing smirk, “why? You want to make (Y/N) a gift?”

Davey straightens his back, becoming more resolved, “yes, actually. I wanna embroider a handkerchief for her”

“aww look at you being all sweet” Sarah teases, giggling as Davey throws her a look, his cheeks and ears tinged pink. “alright, alright, I’ll help you. Do you have an idea on the design?”

“yeah, I read some books on embroidery designs and took some inspiration from them,” he pulls out a scrap piece of paper from his pocket. It was littered with half-finished doodles of swirls, flowers, and stylized initials. One in particular looked finished, although the marks of repeatedly erased lines, replaced by bolder pencil strokes, were evident, “I also asked for some tips from Buttons and this is what I came up with” he says, angling the paper into Sarah’s sight and pointing at the finished design.

She takes the paper from him and looks at the design closely. (Y/N)’s initials were lined with swooping lines and foliage, some flower petals and leaves making up some of the letters’ structure, making them take on a pattern that was typical of the embroidery designs of the time but at the same time very personalized. Under the initials was a simple bouquet of leaves, vines and flowers, the vines curling around the letters in a circular pattern, effectively making a wreath, the flowers helping to add more detail.

Sarah makes a sound of approval as she finishes studying the sketch, “it might take some time to finish because you’re inexperienced, so I hope you’re not planning on giving it to her anytime soon.”

Davey nods, “I understand but I do want to give it to her as soon as possible”

Sarah smiles softly at him, “alright then, we better get started right away”

For the next few weeks, in his spare time, Davey learns the necessary stitches on a small piece of fabric with Sarah’s guidance. Eventually, their mother starts to help her daughter teach her son. When they deemed him ready, they instructed him to start on the actual handkerchief. Davey worked tirelessly, stitch after stitch, his fingers slowly being covered by bandages.

Weeks later, with the final stitch sewed on, Davey secures it and snips off the thread. In his hands lay the product of his efforts. His mother and sister sit with him, pride in their eyes as they watch him carefully pack the finished handkerchief into a small box and tying it with a ribbon, a smile on his face and excitement blazing in his eyes.

“Thank you, mom, Sarah, for the help, I really appreciate it” he says with a smile, placing a kiss on his mom’s head, “I’m heading out to the theater, I’ll be home later”

Grabbing the box, he leaves. As he heads to the theater, he thinks of what her reaction will be. He stops at the back entrance, nervousness filling his body. He shakes it off and enters, sending greetings to the staff he comes across as he walks to where he knew she’d be. The staff, already used to his presence in the theater at this point, greets him back.

Arriving at the sewing room, Davey knocks on the door, patiently waiting with his hands behind his back, hiding the present from her sight. A smile makes its way onto his face as she opens the door.

“Davey!” (Y/N) exclaims happily, “this is a pleasant surprise, I wasn’t expecting you, come in” she says after kissing his cheek, pulling him inside the room.

“Sorry for coming without warning but I wanted to give you this right away” he presents the box to her and opens it revealing the handkerchief.

She takes it out of the box with wide, wonder and joy-filled eyes, “did you make this?” she asks, looking at the embroidery closely, before looking up at him.

“Sarah and my mom taught me, but yeah I sewed all of it so some of the stitches are a bit crooked” he says sheepishly, “it’s not anywhere near what you can do but I tried my best”

“I love it and its beautiful Davey, thank you so much” she says before pulling him into a tight hug, her smile wide and her happiness palpable.

“I’m glad you like it” he replies, hugging her back as he mirrors her smile.

As they pull away, she glances at his hands. Taking a better look, (Y/N) frowns. Her gaze flits from his eyes to his hands, she makes a face full of understanding, knowing the pain all too well. Wordlessly, she kisses his bandage covered hands making his heart melt. Davey takes his hand away from hers and caresses her face as he smiles down at her. She winds her arms around his neck, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips, one he immediately reciprocates.

“I love you” she whispers once they pull away.

“I love you too” he replies, his forehead resting on hers.

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Note: so this is a bit of a mix between livesies and 1992sies bc sarah but I was thinking of livesies!davey while writing. sorry if the characters are ooc, esp for davey and sarah. sorry if the ending was a bit flat, im still on a bit of a writing slump but i had some motivation to write and I didn’t wanna waste it. i was thinking of this being a side fic for the longer fic im still working on but it could still be its own thing. also I don’t know if i did the warnings right so if I could have done it better please let me know.

thanks for reading :>

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

would anyone be interested in beta-ing/helping me come up with ideas for my javid theater au? i'm looking for like 2-3 people :))

[iloverace]

Unclench- A Davey Jacobs/Reader Fanfic

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Descendants x Sanderson Daughter): Red's Rising

“A 5-year graduation reunion?”

“Yes, following the opening ceremony for the upcoming school year. That’s next week.”

Fairy Godmother’s sink in. How has it already been five years? 

“But I didn’t officially graduate,” I reply with an arched brow. “Got run out of school, remember?”

The kind woman smiles and takes my hand. “You’ll be awarded a diploma nonetheless.”

An official education? Sounds fancy. But the past years of studying witchcraft have taught me far more than any textbook could. 

“This means that you can apply to be an official member of the Magic Committee.”

My eyes widen. Five years ago I would have killed to be on the council. To be taken seriously. But time can change one’s perspective.

“With all due respect,” I start slowly. “I think my place in Auradon lies somewhere else rather than discussing politics. Something… independent.”

She nods in understanding, though still saddened at my decision. “Will you be staying for the reunion?”

“Of course.” Now to tackle a different topic. “You mentioned that you have a meeting with Uma?”

Fairy Godmother’s eyes light up. “Oh! Yes! She’s probably on her way now. Um, would you like to stay? She can be a bit… bold.”

I chuckle and stand up from the couch. “Uma’s like that with everyone. I’m sorry but I’ve already promised Ben I would meet with him.”

I give her a final handshake and pass through the room, taking a moment to look at Carlos’ portrait hanging proudly on the wall. He would have been proud to see Auradon’s program come this far. How much everyone’s accomplished. Jane, being the ambitious go-getter she is, became a foreign exchange student in Auradon. Audrey, having found love in planning Mal’s wedding, became a wedding planner. Tiffany’s been working at Miss Muffett’s, Fiona landed her own spot on the Magic Committee, Lonnie is a member of the royal guard, Doug’s the best security technician in the kingdom, and Rosaline appropriately became a hair product saleswoman.

Back in the courtyard, Ben and Mal are waiting. Packed luggage waits next to them.

“Late honeymoon?” I joke.

The beared king laughs. “No, this isn’t a pleasure trip.”

“We’re sailing the Trident Seas for international diplomacy,” Mal says. “Ben says he’s wanted to do it for a long time but our kingdom needed to be dealt with first.

I remember hearing his dreams like it was yesterday. “And you left Uma in charge? Smart choice.”

“Well since FG’s being made the President of Auradon University, Uma will bring order for the time being. We thought about asking you, but…”

“I’m not exactly jumping for joy to boss around kids,” I finish for her. “You read my mind.” I snicker. “I gave up being Royal Advisor ages ago. Honestly, all the politics and rules are starting to bore me. I’ll pass.”

Honk honk!

The familiar limo drives up and Remus pokes his head out. “Time to set sail!”

The couple gives me one final group hug and they both climb in. Before they take off for the harbor Remus gives me a wave.

“Still up for that walk by the Bewitched River?”

A blush colors my cheeks. “Yes, when you get back!” I call as he starts to drive.

“A walk?” Uma taunts from behind.

I groan and turn around to face the aqua-haired VK. “Yes. A walk, nothing more.”

“Sounds like a date,” she smirks. “You deserve a treat, Sparky.”

“Treat? I want a treat!” A voice whines.

Dude comes bounding across the lawn and jumps onto a rock. The sight of the mutt makes me smile. After all these years he’s still got spunk.

“On a different note,” Uma continues. “I’m about to go talk to FG about my plans. I’ve decided to include Wonderland in our student program.”

Wonderland. Hm. I’ve heard rumors but never gone too deep down the rabbit hole. Literally. 

But Uma’s not finished. “And I’d like you to be in charge of magic security.”

My thinking comes to a halt. Magic security? Must be a new position. But why bring me into this? Uma knows I’m not a fan of high authority.

“No one else can? What about Fiona or Bianca?”

Uma pretends to think deeply. “Hm. A snippy fairy, or the most powerful witch in Auradon? It’s an easy choice. I trust you.”

Trust. The word feels refreshing. But the unknown of Wonderland still leaves me uneasy.

“Uma, is this a good idea?”

She takes a deep breath. “Magica. We both know what it’s like to grow up in an unwanted place. I need you to help me make the new student feel welcomed. How do you think she’ll react when she gets here?”

Uma’s right. This girl’s past could potentially mirror my own, or any other VK’s for that matter. 

“I can’t speak for others, but she could very well be scared. Auradon isn’t like Wonderland and she might need help adjusting.”

“Sound familiar?” Uma asks, then gives me a pleading look. “Please.”

Dude nuzzles against my boots, almost giving a sign to say yes.

“You’re right. And if Carlos were here, he’d say the same thing.”

One week flies by and before I know it it’s time to welcome the new students. If only some of the old ones weren’t leaving.

“Will you be returning to Oz?” I ask Evangaline as she hauls her luggage across the courtyard.

My green cousin stops to give me a tight hug.

“Yes. It’s my home. I’d love to explore Auradon more but I’ve been waiting so long to be home.”

“You’ve made wonderful progress at Auradon Prep,” I smile. “Your parents will be proud.”

Evangeline squeezes my hand. “And so will your mom.”

Mother. I do miss her. The spellbook containing my family is still safe at home but the thought of bringing them back has been taunting my conscience for the past year.

“Oh by the way, how’s Willow?”

Hilarious. Another jab from my past. After the whole turning Willow into a plant situation, I reversed the spell and returned her back to normal. In a sputtering mess Willow apologized and seemed to grow a genuine fear of me. I reassured her that there are no more hard feelings. 

“She wrote me last month. Said she’s settled in Charmington.”

“It’s good to hear that not all Sandersons are afraid of letting go of a grudge.” Evangaline finishes packing her luggage into her green car and gives me one last hug. “Goodbye, cousin.”

“Safe travels.”

So off drives another friend. Maybe I can make some new ones- Or rekindle old friendships.

“All set, Remus?” I ask as I approach the red head, who's wearing a spiffy white suit.

“I guess so. Uma’s stationed me near the front gate to inspect the cars.”

Is it wrong to think of how cute he looks in his suit? These past years have allowed my heart to heal from grieving Carlos, but have also allowed for me to detach from the idea of having only one true love. I know deep down that Carlos wouldn’t want me to keep myself stuck on him, so I’ve slowly been moving on. Remus has been nothing but patient and understanding. But has that been through friendship, or something more?

“Excuse me, where do we check in?” A dark-haired girl asks. “I’m Jade, by the way. Jasmine’s daughter.”

“Oh, of course! Right over there.” I point to the forming line.

Goodness, everyone showed up for the opening ceremony. Yzma’s daughter Yanitza, the Madrigals, Sylvia, King Arthur’s heir Adam. I can’t believe all these people have traveled here just to be part of this!

“Magica!” And here comes Lonnie in her new uniform. “Magica, since you’re now the head of magic security I thought I should touch base on a few things. Merida has set a perimeter just in case the Queen of Hearts isn’t so friendly. Where would you like us to escort Queen Anna?”

This all feels too familiar to when I was Royal Advisor. Only this time instead of carrying out Ben’s wishes I’m being asked for my own perspective. It’s starting to grow on me.

“I think the best place would be the tea room, so she won’t be crowded. She can give her speech after Uma kicks things off.”

The soldier nods. “Good choice. It’s better to think ahead before everyone gets here and starts running a-muck.”

Uh-Oh.

My eyes spark and I hold my hands stiffly to my sides. No, no! Not now- But it’s too late. I start clapping and twirling around, unable to control myself. 

“A-muck, a-muck, a-muck-!”

“Easy now,” a calm voice says and I feel someone behind me. It’s Remus. 

“Is she okay?” Lonnie asks.

“Just excited, that’s all,” he replies and rests his hands on my shoulders, wearing a big grin. “Aren’t you?”

I get my own sheepish smile and look to the ground. Lord, why today? 

“Thanks,” I mutter once Lonnie’s gone.

“Don’t fret about it. I think it’s cute.” Remus suddenly gets a concerned expression when he sees someone behind me. “Is that them?”

I turn around to see who he’s talking about. It is. The Royal Hearts family themselves. Their clothing practically screams red royalty. The queen’s wearing a blood-red gown with roses making up the skirt. A giant heart is formed into her bodice and collar. Her daughter obviously shares her tastes. Her leather outfit reminds me of Mal’s old one, only it’s red too. Patterned with hearts, of course. They each share the same red hair, only Red’s is curlier.

And no one looks happy to see them.

Everyone gasps in horror and scatters out of the way as the red royals march up to the school entrance. The princess’ look hides a smidgen of apology for their harshness but the queen’s enjoying their fear. We watch them get to the line. People are still tense- Except for Queen Cinderella. Is it just me or does it look like they know each other? The red queen’s icy glare shows dangerous chemistry between them. It seems to be spreading to their daughters as well.

“I’ll go handle them,” I assure Remus and make my way over.

 I’ve never personally met Chad’s younger sister Chloe but from what I’ve heard she’s a lamb compared to the other Charming sibling. The blue-haired girl sees me approaching and she gets a giddy smile.

“Oh! You’re Magica Sanderson! I’ve heard so much about you!”

Her excitement to see me is not shared by Red. She gives an annoyed groan and leans against the wall while her mother banters with Chloe’s mom. Uma’s guess about Red wanting to be here could be right if the Queen of Hearts wasn’t so keen on spreading her ego today.

Meow!

Something claws at my skirt. A feline I haven’t seen in years.

“Twilight?” I gasp and scoop up the black and white cat. “Where have you been, you frisky kitty?”

“He hitched a ride with us from Wonderland,” Red speaks up. “She must have fallen down the rabbit hole.” She scans me with uncertainty. While all the other AKs are wearing cheerful sundresses, my own attire of a purple corset dress and laced boots sticks out like a sore thumb. “You are… different. Are you a VK too?”

“Indeed. Magica Sanderson, at your service, Princess Red.”

She huffs a laugh. “Red, please. Being a princess is being a prisoner.”

So I’m right. Red does want to be here but it’s to escape her mother’s parenting. Can’t say I blame her given my own family history.

“Try being the daughter of a witch who wants to eat children’s souls,” I joke lightly.

Red chuckles. “Touché. Eh, no matter. Once school starts I’m gonna paint Auradon red.” Um, alright. Not sure what to say to that. She looks around the courtyard with slight surprise. “How did commoners get in?”

How different are things in Wonderland? 

“Actually royal status doesn’t matter at Auradon Prep,” I explain gently. “At least it shouldn’t. There are some, not giving names, that still hold themselves high for it.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Stop the teasing, I know you mean Chad.”

“Yes. Remind me, how did he get into college?” I mutter under my breath with a doubtful tone. 

“What about her?” Red points to a ‘“commoner” girl on the bench reading a book.

“That’s Annie Kelly. Her mother runs the orphanage and her father works in our stables.”

Red nods and points to another new student. “And him?”

“That’s her cousin Denton Jacobs. His parents work for the biggest newspress in Auradon- I’ll take that.” I reach out and swipe another boy’s cigar.

“Hey! That’s my cigar!” he whines.

My eyes narrow and I wave a finger at him. “No smoking in public places.”

He scowles and takes off sprinting to follow some other kids. “I wasn’t gonna smoke it!”

“Antonio Higgins, if I catch you running again you’ll be scrubbing floors for a month!” I warn. “Celia, Elvin, stop encouraging him!”

Forget magic security. My biggest challenge is going to be keeping these rascals in check.

“By the way, do you know Maddie Hatter?” I ask Red.

“I know her brother, Maddox. He’s my tutor. And my… friend.” She pauses. “I talk to him when mom’s not being the friendliest… which is often.”

Oh. Red’s got so much potential. Why does her mother have to hold her back?

“Coming from someone whose aunt worships the Devil, I know what it’s like to not get along with family.”

Red’s stern gaze softens. “How do you deal with it?”

“I don’t let my heritage define my future. At first I never thought I could fit in at Auradon Prep, much less make friends. It took some time, and a few mishaps, but it’s how I’m here now. That, and it helps that my coven is locked away in a spellbook.”

That sparks her interest but we’re interrupted when Cinderella walks over.

“Hello, dears!” She smiles kindly at us and playfully nudges Chloe. “I hope my daughter’s behaving.”

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Yes, mom.”

“I’m going to miss you.” Cinderella squeezes her into a hug. “And so will your father.”

She walks off into the courtyard to take a seat. I’ll admit her daughter is a peach compared to Chad, but how did he not end up with the blue hair?

Chloe groans. “School's gonna be a break from my family. I love them dearly but I’m sick of seeing my parents make heart eyes at each other.”

Red and I share a look. We were just discussing our troubled family dynamics and she complains of having loving parents?

Uh-oh. The red queen’s noticed us and is coming this way.

“Darling!” She smiles tightly and pulls Red to her, eyeing me closely. “Who is this?”

Careful. Don’t set off her temper. If it’s anything like Aunt Winnie’s I want no part of it and I don’t feel like having my head chopped off. 

I curtsey politely. “Magica Sanderson, your Royal Highness.”

The queen tilts her head. “Finally, someone who recognizes power. The daughter of Winifred Sanderson. I should have guessed from that ridiculous pointed hat.”

“Actually I am Sarah’s daughter,” I correct her.

She puts a hand to her chest and chuckles. “Oh that’s bupkis. How is the daughter of Sarah so… level-headed?” 

My jaw drops. It’s like a broken record. The instant people begin to respect my heritage, someone comes along and kicks it into the mud. Red catches my appalled reaction and leads the queen away, who's still laughing at me.

“Don’t listen to her,” Chloe says. “Maybe being in Auradon will help change her.”

I scoff. “Which one? The prejudiced killer queen or her clone of a daughter?”

Normally I wouldn’t think such dark thoughts but how much more must I have fingers pointed at me? Instead of screaming in terror at my name the queen mocks my mother’s dumb kindness.

“Come on, Magica!” Chloe pulls me along. “It’s starting!”

Maybe the welcome ceremony will lift my spirits. Fairy Godmother stands ready on stage and signals for everyone to be quiet.

“Attention please! Parents and students, it has been a great privilege to serve you. But the time has come for another to take my place. So please join me in welcoming Auradon Prep’s new principal!” 

We all turn to see Uma’s crew flipping down the aisle chanting her name. Out strides Uma, making her grand entrance as usual. Hasn’t lost her touch.

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” Uma finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly at Red but the royal red pair remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

"I do, actually,” she replies tartly, looking at the crowd. “Hm.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“Oh, I’m playing my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Waaaarrrr!”

The queen’s Hellish cackle fills the air. She throws the cards into the sky, causing a cloud of red cascading across the sun. Pop! Pop! What in the name of Auradon-? They’re soldiers?!

Red heart soldiers pop from the cards and land all around, caging us in. The queen flicks out more cards and they block the exits. Uma’s trying her best to fight the soldiers with her sword but I can already tell it won’t be enough. Where’s-? Fairy Godmother! She has her wand!

“Bibbidi bobbity-”

The red queen’s icy glare stares her down. “No.”

Another card flicks across and collides with the wand, snapping it in two. Dear God. 

Fairy Godmother stands there still as stone, trying to piece together what just happened. Red’s watching it all with the same expression.

“No! Let go of me!” Uma grunts.

There’s no way I can fight these soldiers hand to hand. Even my most powerful magic is too dangerous to use. I could hurt the captives. Oh! My invisibility cloak!

I slip it on just in time to see the queen striding towards Fairy Godmother with a triumphant smirk.

Red’s still shocked. “Mom, this is crazy! Even for you!”

“Crazy, crazy that it’s taken this long,” her mother mutters with malice. “I have been waiting years to be welcomed back into Auradon! So thank you, Red. You finally did something useful.”

Red’s invitation. Her mother used it to infiltrate Auradon when our guard was lowered. She can't even be proud of her daughter for wanting an education.

“I should've known this was never about me,” Red whispers, shaking her head.

Her mom’s eyes narrow. “Everything I do is for you.”

“That was my invitation. My school. My life.”

“Someday you’ll thank me.” She pats Red’s shoulder and smiles at Fairy Godmother, holding what looks like a small mirror. “Oh! And we’ve already seen the ending. Spoiler alert! We win.”

Through the scrambling crowd Cinderella makes her way to the front, only to be stopped by the queen’s guards. “Stop it, Bridget. You’re better than this.”

Her Cheshire grin sends chills down my spine. “Let her through.”

The guards comply and push the blue royal ahead.

“This is too far. I know what happened was hard on you but that was ages ago.”

Talk about never forgetting. And I thought my family held grudges.

The red queen simply looks down at her with murder in her narrowed eyes. “Feels like yesterday to me.”

Cinderella shakes her head “It was a stupid prank.”

“Stupid? Who could forgive humiliating a girl at her first dance? Turning me into a monster in front of everyone? Now that’s just cruel.”

“You’re right,” Cinderella admits.

The red royal sneers. “You didn’t care then. You were off with your prince. Ooh, but you will now. You will all show me the respect I deserve!” She points down at her. “Now kneel.”

“I will never kneel to a tyrant,” the blue queen rejects.

“Ugh. She’s denied a royal order.” The Queen of Hearts looks at her daughter. “What do we do about that, darling?”

This whole time Red’s stayed quiet. There’s no denying the guilt behind her eyes. She’s too young to be given an order to kill someone.

“Look. All you have to do is pledge allegiance. Is that so hard?”

Cinderella also seems to see she’s hesitant. “If it means giving up everything I stand for, yes.”

Her mom is getting impatient. “Who are you loyal to, Red? Hm? These strangers? Or your mother? Hm? Now make me proud. For once.”

Ouch.

“Come on, Bridget. Even your daughter knows it’s wrong. She can’t do it.”

That sparks something. Why did she have to say that? That’s just edging Red on even further!

“Treason. She’s guilty of treason!” Red declares to the crowd of captured guests.

“Exactly right, my dear. And that means off with her head!” 

Lightning crackles across the sky. An execution? Lord, I have to do something! But what?

“Shoo.” The red queen waves her hand at the guards, signaling for them to drag Cinderella away. 

“It’s gonna be ok, Chloe.”

But her daughter is far from calm. “Mom? Mom!”

“I love you! Be strong, Chloe!”

The blue royal is dragged away to the dungeon. Chloe tries to follow but the guards block her path. She grips her sword and stands to challenge the red royals.

“That’s not fair! Let her go!”

The queen shows mock surprise. “Oh, bless your heart.”

Chloe charges with her sword held high. In the corner of my eye Red’s pulling something out. A pocket watch-?

Flash!

The two girls collide and a snap of light engulfs them. I’ve seen some strange magic in my time but that was something completely new. That was no portal, no spell… What could possibly have caused them to vanish?

“Oof!”

One of the guards crashes into me, sending us both tumbling to the ground and my cloak slips off. Oh no-!

“Well well, what have we here?” The red queen looks down at me. “Here, let’s fix you up, shall we?”

She snaps her fingers and another guard hauls me to my knees. Ow! I feel them clasp something around my neck- A metal collar. Attached to a red chain.  

“Stop this madness!” I order and hold up a hand. But no magic sparks to life. An enchanted collar?

“Obey, Sanderson.” The queen yanks the chain and I fall to the muddy ground. “Do you want these people to suffer?”

“Let her go!” I hear Remus growl somewhere.

The queen huffs. “No.”

He fights his way forward. His suit is just as torn as my dress. “Take me instead!”

Wh-What? No, Remus! What are you doing?

“Hm. A Sanderson witch or a simple peasant? I don’t think so.” Guards seize Remus and force him to kneel. The red royal approaches him slowly with an intrigued smirk. “Interesting… Oh, how precious! You love her.”

My pulse snaps. Love? 

Remus doesn’t back down. He keeps glaring up at her with his jaw set tight. In a split second his gaze flickers to mine. He’s biting his tongue. Why would he speak out to save me? Quit it, Remus! She’ll chop off your head!

“Yes. I love her. Please don’t hurt her anymore.”

My jaw drops. He loves me? 

“And I thought your father was pathetic,” the queen sneers. “The question is does she return your love?”

Everyone’s eyes turn down to me. Do I love him…? Yes. I do love you, Remus. Despite my stubborn mind telling me not to, my heart can’t let you go. But how can I answer yes? She’ll use Remus as leverage against me. I can’t put him at further risk.

My lip quivers as I lift my saddened eyes to the diabolical royal. “No. I do not love him.”

It’s convincing, because the reaction it gets from Remus shows me his heart just broke. I know that look all too well. I’m so sorry.

“Aw, boo-hoo,” the queen mocks and waves her hand. “Lock her away and I’ll find use for her later. Maybe a housemaid.”

Locked away. My fears are coming true. Go ahead, Royal Highness. Lock me away in the dark where no one can ever find me. I’ve been broken before, I can heal again. But will Remus?

The chain is tugged and I’m forced to follow, but suddenly a man bursts through the crowd. The guards grab him just before he reaches the queen.

“Ah, Charming. So nice to see you again.”

He must be Chloe and Chad’s father. God, how to tell him his wife is being executed and his daughter has vanished?

“Where is she? Where’s Cinderella?” he demands.

“Why? Are you looking for these?” The red royal holds up a gleaming pair of silver heels that’s just been handed to her. Oh Lord. I’m too late.

Charming’s face falls. “What have you done?”

She lazily flings them to the ground and they shatter. The king falls to his knees and reaches out for the gleaming shards.

“Not so funny now, am I?”

“No… No! No!” I screech as I’m pulled away. 

“Quiet!” The guard leading me barks. 

I hang my head in shame, crawling pathetically down stone stairs into the inky darkness. Whatever prison or dungeon this is, none will ever be able to hide my disgrace.

“In here!”

The sound of creaking metal means a door is being opened. The guard grips my torso and tosses me in, locking the cell. How did I let this happen? I was supposed to be in charge of magic security. Is there no right place for me in Auradon?

How long has it been? How many more innocent lives have been slaughtered because of the queen’s rage? Why must she keep me locked down here instead of killing me too?

Thud thud thud!

Hurried footsteps alert me to look up. Someone’s coming. Probably to finish the job-

“Remus?” I gasp weakly.

He kneels down and clings the bars separating us. How can he still love me after what I said? Why would he risk coming down here?

“I’m sorry, I had to see you. I-I’m sorry about earlier…” He pants and hangs his head. “I know what you’ve been through and never want you to feel that pain again. But… I love you, Magica.” He softly presses his hand to mine. “Even though you’ll hate me-”

“No, no,” I quickly interrupt. I’m not going through this again. I’m not pretending to not love someone anymore. “Remus I could never hate you. I… I think I love you too. Even though I’m supposed to have only one true love.” I try to ease the atmosphere with a small chuckle. “Guess I cheated Fate after all.”

Remus’ melancholy face shifts to one of bewildered enchantment. He leans his forehead against the bars and slips a hand through to caress my cheek. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel loved. I miss it.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“No tricks,” I answer honestly and press a soft kiss to his cheek through the bars.

If there was no cage separating me I would bury myself in his arms and give all the love I have left. But even through this small act Remus moans against the bars to show his affection.

“I won’t let them hurt you,” he promises and gets up to search for the key. “I’ll get you out of here-”

I grab his hand to stop him. “No. If I rebel against the queen she’ll hurt you.”

Remus kneels down again, this time with a stern look. “Do not ask me to have to witness you walking to the courtyard to have your head chopped off.”

Aw. Gory, but still very sweet. He’s-

Snap!

Ow! Something tugs at my head, almost as if an invisible knife is slicing through my brain. I buckle down and Remus starts panicking.

“Something’s happening…” I grunt in pain.

“Magica! What’s wrong?”

“Something’s… changing.”

Indeed, I feel the magic around us being warped. What-?

Flash!

“What’s my name?” She asks the crew.

“Uma!” 

She smirks and points to the audience. “That’s Principal Uma to you. So you better get it straight, or you’ll be walking the plank.”

“She’s just kidding, just kidding!” Fairy Godmother assures the crowd.

“I never got to go to Auradon Prep. But as its captain I am proud to be charting a new course to a bright future. Beyond the old ways of heroes and villains.” She finds me standing in the back and we both nod. “So in that spirit I’d like to welcome Princess Red of Wonderland.”

Everyone looks expectantly for Red but she’s staying near the back while her mother remains seated. The queen seems to be toying with something… Playing cards?

“Excuse me.” The queen’s head rises to look at Uma. “Do you mind?” she asks kindly.

I do, actually,” she replies.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Red asks nervously.

“We’re my favorite game.” She chuckles as she stands and shuffles the deck. “Hearts!”

The queen’s red and white gown stands out in the crowd. Wait. I could've sworn her dress was all red. And she’s… smiling? The cards fly across the sky and pop into heart-shaped bubbles. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She apologizes to the crowd. “I couldn’t help myself, I’m just so excited for my daughter to be here.”

Her loving gaze traces back to Red, who’s approaching with her own smile. 

“Well nothing I say is gonna top that, so… Have a great year, y’all!” Uma finishes.

Something changed. But what? It feels like a faint dream but I swear I was imprisoned in chains.

The crowd laughs in delight as Twilight and Dude run to and fro through the sea of people. While the students and parents dance and enjoy the snack table I walk up to the redhead VK. 

“I don’t know what you did, but you’ve proven to be good, Red. But thou be warned: manipulating the future has a cost. The bill will come due.”

But before she can respond her mother tugs her away for a dance. Uma walks up from behind and we both watch Red and Chloe jig about.

“Getting your way can be dangerous when you mess with the fabric of time,” Uma says. “They did something, didn’t they?”

I nod. “You and I both sense it. Something shifted not too long ago.”

Just then Remus walks into the room with Adam in tow. Remus. Does he-? Could that have been a dream too? Or maybe…

“Go to him,” Uma says. “It’s time you went on a date, Sparky. Though I never pinned you for a ginger fan.”

I roll my eyes. “Uma-”

“No, no, I get it!” She holds her hands up defensively. “A Rumpelstiltskin and a Sanderson? It sounds like a match! Now go.”

She pushes me forward and I nearly trip on my skirt.

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” I giggle. God, please let it be so. “Remus! Can I talk to you? Alone?”

The spark in his eye tells me he does feel the same. “Sure! See ya later, Adam.”

He offers an arm, which I graciously take, and we walk out to the gardens where it’s less noisy and more private.

“So, what’s on your mind?” he asks. “I think today went pretty good.”

“Remus, would you like to go out on a date sometime?”

The question throws him off guard. Remus stops in his tracks and looks at me as if an angel just descended. 

“Wha- Really? Yes! How did you know?”

“I just… Know. Once upon a time you might have confessed to me. Not that you remember- It’s complicated.”

Remus shrugs and nudges my shoulder. “You know best. So… Does that offer for a date still stand?”

I nudge him back with a playful smile. “Yes.”

He catches my gaze again and we stop walking. No words, just two young people testing the waters. Time truly is a fickle thing. We’re not quite grown-ups, but I’m worlds away from where I used to be. Who I used to be. Maybe Remus is the person who’s been there for me all along.

Remus breaks the silence. “Does this mean things are normal again?” he whispers.

I have to stop myself from smirking. “Things are never normal for us, Remus.”

“Yeah, but… Can we abnormally be a couple?”

He’s leaning closer. Unknowingly I’ve gotten closer too. We each see an unspoken message and our lips finally meet. No memories of Carlos trouble me with guilt. I just feel Remus, and the love that he feels for me. It’s no wonder people enjoy love so much. It’s time to end my time of being alone and search for the next step in my life.

We break apart to breathe, but don’t stray too far. Whatever the future brings… It shows so much potential.

“With a little bit of luck, I hope so.”

[faerieroyal]

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[ur-local-theatre-obsessed-menace]

Lovable-Awkwardness

D. Jacobs x katherinessister!reader

Characters: Davey, Katherine, Jack, Les

Pairing(s): Davey/reader Jack/Katherine

Fic starts below the cut!

Also, this took me SOOO long- Man writers block and school sucks man :/ But, enjoy!

Y/N was tasked with helping her sister, Katherine, with writing about the strike. Now here’s the thing, she can’t write. She has been organizing the papers, and bringing them to Wiesel for so long. 

“Are you sure you want me to help you?” Y/N asked her sister, looking at the typewriter nervously.

“Yes Y/N, I know you can do this. Now, I need to go ask some questions about the strike, okay? Don’t do anything too dangerous, okay?” Katherine said, hugging and kissing her sister's cheek.

Y/N nodded, hugging Katherine back and smiling.

Once her sister was out of the room, Y/N groaned, laying her head on her desk.

‘Hmm.. I’m writing this from scratch? Well, start with a headline I guess…’

Y/N wrote for hours, documenting everything she knew, well, everything except for a headline, but that will come after.

‘Headlines headlines headlines… How about… “NEWSBOYS TAKE THEIR STRIKE TO THE WORLD”..? No…. lets see… “NEWSIES STOP THE WORLD”.. Huh.. a little hyperbole never hurt anyone..’ 

Y/N smiled triumphantly, standing up, quickly heading to the printing press in the other room. 

She knew Katherine would return with a picture for the paper, so she’d have to wait, but she’ll be happy.

‘I could probably get it on the paper and just have Kath add the picture later’

Y/N ran the printing press, making sure to have hundreds of copies ready by getting most of the empty paper supply in the other room, when Katherine got home, a big picture of the Newsies, their fists in the air, Jack center, Davey and Les to his right, and Crutchie to his left, in her hand.

“Hey Kath! Just in time! Do you mind finishing up making the copies?”

“Yeah totally? Wait, let me read what you wrote first!” 

Katherine took the newspaper from Y/N’s hand, and quickly read it, her eyes widening.

“Y/N… I couldn’t have written it better! I never knew how good you are at writing! I’ll have to take you to interview some of the boys!”

“You really think so Kath..? I’ve never been really good at writing before..”

“Are you crazy? The boys will go crazy when they find out just how good you wrote them! You painted it like Jack and Davey were crazy heroes!”

Y/N chuckles, taking the paper and picture from her sister, pasting the picture on.

“I mean, they are crazy.”

Katherine chuckles, taking the, now finished first copy, and running it through the printing press.

“You have a good point. Here, how about we let this run for a few hours, and go visit everyone! Remember Davey, Jack, and Les?”

Y/N recalls the boys, having met them once before.

“Yeah.. I think so..? Davey.. Les.. Oh! Davey is Les’s older brother, no?”

“Mhm! Let's go catch them! They're still out selling, so we can walk back with them!” Y/N nods, pulling on her shoes and running out the door after her sister.

“Here they are now! Jack! Davey!”

Katherine grabs her sister's hand and drags her to the three boys.

Jack, Davey, and Les turn around, seeing the two running over, Y/N stumbling over her own feet as she gets dragged over.

“Hey guys!”

Katherine says, stopping in front of them.

“Oh hey Kath���. What ‘appened to her?”

Jack eyed the girl, hunched over with her hands on her knees.

“She… Dragged… Me…”

Y/N stammers out, in between breaths.

“I Uh… I got an extra water? You want it?”

Davey dug through his satchel, pulling out a full water bottle and handing it to the girl.

“Thank you..”

Y/N graciously takes the water from him, her fingers accidentally grazing over his, causing his face to flush pink.

“I- Uh.. Your welcome”

Jack smirks, nudging his friend's shoulder.

“Hey! I’s got an idea! Kath, Les, you two come with me to check on the printing press, and Y/N, Davey, you two go and sell the last few papes. Y/N, here are my extras. Keep the change!”

Jack winked, running off with Les and Katherine, smirking at his ‘master plan’.

“So uh.. Let's get to selling?”

Y/N nods, finishing the bottle of water and throwing it in the nearest trash can.

“So.. The strike is starting tomorrow, yea?”

Davey nods, selling his last few.

“Yeah. One of the other guys made a good point to Jack, so he’s pushing it back by a day so we can all get a decent amount of money to support us.”

Y/N nods, trying to sell hers.

“Hey,uh… I see you're struggling to sell so… Jack taught me something, and as much as I hate it, you need to lie a little. Make up a headline..? Like… Uhm… for example… ‘Three headed baby born in lower Brooklyn!”

People instantly crowd the two, buying out all of Y/N’s newspapers she was given.

“Thanks Davey..!” 

Davey blushed, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“It's uh… It's nothing..! Let's head back so the others don't get worried about us, yea?”

Y/N nods, agreeing with Davey, following behind him.

“Actually uhm.. Could you walk in front of me? The Delancy’s may be around and… They aren’t the best around girls…”

Y/N gives him a weird look, causing Davey to give her a knowing look, making the girl nod and move to be in front of him.

“Yeah… Thanks again..”

Davey nods, keeping an eye out around them.

“Y/N… Umm.. Come here please... I hear their voices in that alleyway.”

Davey reaches for her hand pulling her closer to him entwining his fingers with hers.

“Please stay close… They should leave us alone if we ignore them..”

Y/N nods, matching his pace in a brisk speed walk, passing the alleyway quickly.

Davey looked behind them a few times, making sure no one was following them.

“Davey, we're safe, right?”

He nods in response, letting go of her hand with a blush on his face.

The two walk in silence until they get to her and Katherines workshop, the door propped open.

“There you guys are! Me and Jack are going to get us all food, you two keep Les company while we're gone, okay?”

Davey nodded, and Y/N pulled up two chairs as Les was already sitting in one.

Y/N sat in awkward silence, trying to not stare out at Davey, so she kept glancing at the clock, the printing press, and the door, waiting for Jack and Katherine to come back. It was no doubt they were doing this on purpose, as Y/N had seen the way Katherine smirked evilly while she shut the door. And Katherine, Katherine knew. She knew that Y/N secretly had a thing for Davey, from the way her face went pink whenever she said his name, or the way Y/N perked up when she heard his voice. It was no secret.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Your uh.. You're looking around a lot..”

Y/N’s face flushed and she smiled, rubbing her head awkwardly.

“Y-Yeah! I’m just a bit hungry..!”

Davey smiled and nodded, causing the girl’s face to turn a bit redder.

“Davey..? Could you do me a favor..?”

Y/N watched as he nodded curiously in response. She stands up and goes to the printing press, grabbing one of the finished copies and handing it to Davey.

“Could you uh.. Read this for me…? I wrote it and I want to know if it is good…”

Davey nods, a kind smile on his face, as he turns his attention to the newspaper in his hands, and his eyes scan over the front page.

“Wow…. Y/N this.. This is amazing…!”

Y/N blushed, smiling awkwardly.

“You really think so..?”

Davey nods, a bright and excited smile on his face.

“It’s perfect! You really wrote this? We're going to be famous! Wait until the others read this! ‘Newsies Stop The World’.. A hyperbole! Y/N you realize how much of a help this is right? Do we owe you anything?”

Y/N shook her head, smiling awkwardly.

“N-No..! I just really wanna help you guys..!”

Davey smiled and handed her the newspaper again, and she handed it to Les, so he can read it too, earning a happy smile and thumbs up from him.

They continued to sit in silence, Y/N awkwardly glancing at Davey every now and then, gaining a smile from him, as she is unaware that he is doing the exact same thing.

Katherine opened the door suddenly, holding a few bags of fast food in her hand.

“We’re back guys-! Why does Y/N look so awkward? Ooooo! Did you tell him? Did you tell him that thing you’ve been wanting to tell him?”

Davey looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow.

“About the newspaper?”

Y/N’s face flushed a bright red.

“Mhm! Yeah!”

Davey smiled and nodded, looking back to Katherine.

“Y/N is incredibly talented and creative! She wrote us so amazingly!”

Katherine nodded, evilly smirking at her sister’s blushing face.

“I’m so glad to have her. She is truly the best, isn’t she Davey?”

Y/N hid her face in her hands, hearing Jack’s laughing, as Katherine must’ve filled him in on the whole situation.

“Cmon Davey, why don’t you just tell her already? I can practically feel how tense you are around the poor thing.”

Katherine laughed at Jack’s prodding, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Jack, we talked about this..! She-”

Y/N got up and ran out of the building, sitting outside of it with her head in her hands, too afraid to hear what Davey had to say about her.

“Y/N? Are you out here?”

Davey pushed the door opening, seeing her sitting on the ground.

“Y/N..? Are you okay..?”

Despite his sure sounding voice, Y/N could hear the wavering at the end of his words. No doubt they told him.

“Y/N, look at me please.”

Davey sat down next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

Y/N lifted up her head, sniffling and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry.. I’m not upset Y/N I promise.”

Davey pulled her into a tight, reassuring embrace, resting his chin on her head.

“If uhm.. Would it help if I told you something?”

Y/N wasn’t given a chance to answer before he started speaking, running his fingers through her h/c hair.

“I.. I feel the same. I have for quite some time actually and… and Jack must’ve been plotting with your sister behind our backs..”

Y/N lifted her head, wide, hopeful eyes and a smile plastered on her face.

“There's that smile. Now, want to head back inside? This time..”

Davey stands up, offering her a helping hand.

“Together?”

She finished his question, standing up with his help, not quite letting go of his hand.

“Exactly.”

He entwined his fingers with hers, pulling her closer to him and pressing a light kiss to her cheek.

Y/N froze, then, without a second thought, she went on her tiptoes, and pressed a kiss to his lips, closing her eyes.

Davey cupped her face gently, closing his eyes and melting into the kiss, then pulling back for air a minute later.

“I.. wow uhm…”

She laughed awkwardly, then her attention was grabbed by snickers coming from the second floor window. The two looked up and saw Jack and Katherine, with Les standing between them eating chicken nuggets.

Y/N and Davey’s faces flushed, and they exchanged looks, knowing they had a whole hour of teasing ahead of them.

But, they knew this was meant to happen sooner or later, and there was no stopping it as they were ment to be.

THE END

[dcbutinamrev]

Okay, here we go. I was gonna put this in the tags, but I’m not sure if there’s a tag limit so I’m gonna add my psychological analysis here:

So, we all know Davey was born into a family, he had a mother, father and two siblings if we’re going with the 92sies or just one if Livesies. I’m going to mention my Newsies retelling: My Dear Kelly because my beta reader and I got all about this stuff when writing our characters all the time but anyways, in my retelling of Newsies, my Davey is very loyal. He’s loyal to his friends and family and the newsboys and we also see that during the Broadway adaption as well. He’s reserved, at first, in the beginning of the musical because, at least from our analysis of his character for my book, he was taught “violence is never the answer” mindset. And it seems to be that way at first for his Broadway character. Davey is a very knowledgeable character in all Newsies adaptations After all, during the strike, the Philippine War was still going on and he seems more reserved, not necessarily a pacifist, in the beginning due to the fact that his mindset had to be put into a play. And I think Davey’s character is a symbol of peace and neutrality. Personally, I believe some of it has to do with little religious beliefs because almost everyone back then was religious in some way, but I also think, personally, he was simply just…shy. He didn’t know any of the newsboys well enough until over time he became more comfortable with them and was more easy to express himself around them, his the costume change in act 2. He’s more collected and reserved and just trying to be a “dutiful son” (totally not a reference from my book) for his family in Act 1 and yet during act 2 he found his voice and rebellious in being Jack’s co-leader.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

My Girl- Davey Jacobs

Pairing: Davey Jacobs x Reader

Characters: Davey Jacobs

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 675

Author: Charlotte

Meeting the parents seemed to be an important step in most people’s relationships but it was one that sent shudders of fear to your core. You had faced far more typically scary things but meeting Davey’s parents seemed to be the one thing that could practically bring you to tears. You understood why he wanted to introduce you to them but he could never understand why you feared the concept so much.

“I can’t,” you stated.

“They will love you,” he beamed, taking your hands within his.

You shook your head. “They ain’t gonna love me, Davey. I ain’t like you. They ain’t gonna want someone like me with you.”

He paused for a moment, not sue what you were talking about. He loved you and so did Les, so why wouldn’t his parents feel the same way about you?

“I’ve told them so much about you, they want to meet you,” he said, trying to reassure you.

“What’s you told them? I bet you didn’t mention I sleep with the rats, or ain’t seen my folks since I was Les’ age. Or hows about that I ain’t set foot in a school? They wants you to find a girl that can buy pretty dresses and talks all smart. That ain’t me.”

It had been something on your mind for so long. You had fallen for Davey as soon as you saw him but that didn’t mean you didn’t question how long this whole thing could last.

“You are smart Y/N, school doesn’t matter, and you know it. You are one of the smartest people I know.”

“Davey,” you sighed. “Think for a sec, hows long you gonna keep this up? Your dad will be back at work soon, then what? Yous ain’t gonna hang around if you don’t gotta. You don’t gotta sell papes and yous go back to school, then I’m just the newsie you once pitied. Hows we gonna last? You gonna be at your fancy school and I’m still here, selling papes for pennies and tryna not go to the refuge.”

For the first time you saw pain on Davey’s face. It hadn’t been something he had considered before. At first all he could think of was getting back into school and his life going back to normal but then he got to know you and the other newsies and the idea of not being part of your world disappeared from his mind and he hadn’t looked back.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “But I don’t know if the strike is going to work; I don’t know if I’m going to make enough money selling papers to keep our house; I don’t know a lot of things but that’s doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep trying. It’s scary and we might both be here now but we have come from very different places but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and as long as I love you then I don’t care what anyone thinks, not even my parents.”

A weak smile curled onto your lips. “You love me?”

Davey’s cheeks flushed red as he realised what he said. He had known that he loved you for a long time, but he had never thought that he could admit that to you.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“I loves you too,” you smiled. “You really want to introduce me to your folks? I ain’t the kinda girl that boys want to introduce as theirs.”

Davey squeezed your hands tightly, raising them to press his lips to the reverse of them.

“You are the only girl I want to introduce to people as mine. I hope you will be the only girl that’s mine,” he said softly. “That’s if you want to keep on being my girl.”

You nodded your head. “I’ll always be ya girl, even if the dinner with ya folks goes badly.”

His expression instantly perked up. “So, you’ll come to the dinner.”

“If it’s what will make ya happy, then it’ll make me happy.”

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Davey jacobs being the type of person that when he gets into a book he gets like really into the book, and literally will not put it down

He reads until he falls asleep holding it, picks it right back up in the morning, reads during breakfast, while he’s walking to the distribution centre, reads while in the queue though he’s trying not to seem rude- when he does eventually have to put it down you can tell how badly he wants to lift it out again in the way his fingers dance up and down along the straps of his bag and the way sometimes when Jack says something to him he’s not really listening, and he’ll apologise once Jack nudges his shoulder but Jack just laughs, asks Dave to tell him about it and then after maybe a second of resistance he’ll launch right into the plot and the themes (Jack appreciates it, he’s never been much of a reader aside from the odd western dime he can get his hands on, an’ he likes hearing it better from Dave anyway)

Once he actually walked into a pole because he was reading and not looking where he was going, race didn’t drop it for weeks

Skittery real quick jots down the names of the any of the books this happens with and takes them as recs

Ultimately, David’s books are are full of dog eared pages and near unreadable writing in the margin and underlined sentences, the spines are cracked and bent and the covers crinkled from being shoved in his paper bag and he’ll pass them on to any of the boys who want to read them

[myfairkatiecat]

1,4,7,12,20,22,24 for Katherine Pulitzer, please!

OMG MY DREAM ROLE! Which is currently within my grasp, auditions next week, eeeee

*clears throat* anyway

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Because she’s a feminist in 1899 who has a personality aside from being a feminist. Because she’s independent and doesn’t need a man but when she falls in love she falls in love and she’s not too “independent” to enjoy it and feel happy about it. Because she experiences writers’ block and sings about it and that is SO relatable. I LOVE HER

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I would insert her into the 1992 movie musical Newsies, because she is very absent from that movie and it is quite sad :(

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

They write really good fanfic analyzing the class difference between her and Jack and it’s sooo fascinating to read

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

This conversation:

Pulitzer: this has gone on long enough. You cannot go on seeing this… street boy!

Katherine: I love him and he makes me happy, and I have enough money for us both.

Pulitzer: his salary is not enough to support a family

Katherine: then give him a raise, problem solved

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Davey Jacobs, they would be such an iconic friendship and I LOVE seeing it in fic! Also Sarah Jacobs, noticeably absent from the stage version but I don’t care, they exist in the same universe fight me

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

I think I mentioned it earlier, but I love it when fics analyze the class difference between Katherine and Jack or just the newsies in general. It’s quite fascinating to me!!

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

You know, I’m not quite sure. She’s very unique, I’ll have to think about that. Do you have anyone you think she is similar to 👀

Thank you for this ask Sophie, I love Katherine!!!