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[ur-local-theatre-obsessed-menace]

I am having huge writers block man 😭

I'm trying, emphasis on trying, to get progress on my Davey x Reader fic, which was not requested and I'm just doing for fun, but yeah. If you have any requests pleeeeease make sure to ask!

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School — David Jacobs x fem! reader

Summery: Reader and David basically have a study date.

tw: None

wc: 1.3k

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Going to school wasn't the worst, but definitely not the best. Especially for girls. We were always looked down upon for being 'less smart than their male counterparts'. They taught us more about etiquette and manners and boring shit like that. Lots of the time I would hear boys laugh in the school yard about how girls shouldn't even go to school, or go to a school that would teach us how to do laundry and wash dishes. What utter scum.

When I bumped into David he was very different. He was polite and kind and treated me like human being. He was a nice breath of fresh air, and I wanted more. I knew him to be in my advanced English class and Math. Boy was he smart, but so was I. I think he noticed I was in a few of his classes and chose to sit by me. We had a small chat about books we liked and how our lives at home were. He was a sweet boy unlike the ones I've seen and met before.

So that lead me to tell my best friend about him. She told me that I was starting to fancy him but I doubt that. I barely know the guy!

"You totally fancy him!" (F/n) squealed with a giant grin. "I better be a brides maid!"

"Wha!" I exclaimed in embarrassment. "No! (F/n)! I only talk to him in classes, and he probably only sees me in a friendly manner anyways."

"We can change that," She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"You suck," I said clearing all expressions from my face.

"Oh come on," She said rolling her eyes playfully. "I just want to help."

"Yeah yeah," I sighed. "You know, I'm okay with just being friends."

She just shook her head as the bell rung, "David Jacobs huh, I think he's in my next class."

I felt my face pale not knowing what she would do. Maybe she's just scaring me. Before I could warn her not to she left me standing alone in the schools garden. I made my way to my next class, my mind elsewhere. Would David and I ever get together? Would he ever like me like that? What would it be like dating him?

My waking thoughts were consumed of just David and I. The possibilities, the romance that seemed  nonexistent, how good of a person he seemed to be. The next day when David sat next to me there seemed to be something on his mind.

"Hey David," I said with a smile closing my book.

He just stared at me for a few seconds before snapping out of his thoughts, "Oh, hey." I furrowed my eyebrows, 'Does he want me to leave him alone?' Probably, so I opened my book and started to read leaving David to his thoughts. I may like to talk to him, but I know when to stop. I was only able to read a few pages before David passed me a note. I looked at him with curiosity and opened it.

It read:

Your friend told me you needed some tutoring with math, I could help you.

I felt my eyes widen and blush a bit. So she did talk to him. I looked at the clock noticing that class will start soon so I quickly scribbled down my reply.

Yeah, some of it was kind of confusing. How about this Saturday? At noon?

I passed him back the note and I noticed he seemed extremely nervous. He scanned it quickly and let out a sigh of relief. A grin took over his features as he wrote. Passing it to me it read:

Sounds good. We could go to my place, I can pick you up. What's your address?

I wrote down my address and just like that, a study was planned. The week seemed to pass quickly after that exchange. David hung out with me more and more frequently. He would walk me to some of my different classes  and he would walk me home. 'Just so I know the way' Was one of his many excuses. Once Saturday rolled around I was made sure to dress in somewhat casual, yet still presentable garment. A baby blue skirt with a white lacy top.

A knock was heard at my door and it seemed like I wasn't quick enough to answer it, for there was my mom and David standing there talking. I shyly approached the two as my mom was questioning him and he looked extremely nervous once again.

"Stop interrogating him mother," I said sternly.

"I just want to make sure this young man has the best of intentions with you," My mother responded crossing her arms.

"He's just going to help me study," I sighed out as my mama moved out of the way.

"Make sure you're back here before dinner you hear me?" She asked. "I don't want to make food for two only for it to go to waste."

I nodded in understanding, "Of course mama." I kissed her cheek and left with David to his house.

"That was scary," He said letting out a breath. This caused me to laugh. When we got to his house we were the only ones there. We studied, him explaining further how to do some of the stuff we learned earlier. Then his family came home. We were in the kitchen so they saw us right away.

His little brother, which I think he said his name was Les, ran over to us with a giant smile, "You're the girl Davey won't stop talkin about!" My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"U-uhm," I stuttered out not knowing how to reply.

"Les!" David whispered harshly.

"It's alright," I said with a slight laugh. His sister, which I forgot her name sorry, laughed too.

"Come on Les," She said with a smile, "Let's let them continue studying." His parents walked in to introduce themselves.

"I'm Mrs. Jacobs and this is my husband," She said politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you dear."

"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Jacobs," I smiled. "My name is (y/n) (l/n)." They then left to the small living room leaving me and David slightly alone. We couldn't seem to focus on our work anymore and we decided to take a break, David helping me onto the fire escape. We stared out at the sky breathing in the fresh air. I noticed it was started getting late and mentioned to David I should head home.

"I'll walk you there," He said while helping me back into his apartment. I nodded with a smile as we packed up our stuff. Les started to complain saying how 'Davey' hogged me the entire time and that he wanted to play with me too. Sarah, I learned her name was, told him that next time he would be able to. We bid his parents goodbye and we left off to my house.

"The stars look very pretty," I mumbled out as we walked down a cobblestone street. "Too bad the lights of the city block them."

"The city lights let some shine brighter," He muttered under his breath but I heard him. I looked at him in confusion and I notice he was blushing.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I-I, uh," He stuttered out. "You look beautiful and the l-light uh..." I blushed and couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"Y-you happen to look handsome," I replied tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

Once we got to my house I stopped before entering. I turned to David and smiled shyly.

"Thank you Davey," I said with a slight smirk. I leaned on my tip toes and gave him a light peck on the lips before bolting into my house. I looked out my window to see a stunned Davey standing there. Then a love sick smile rested on his face and I knew that I did the right thing. He slowly left with a bit of a pip in his step.

I guess I should thank (f/n).

[jordmacwriting]

Not Your Fault{d.j. x reader}

A/N: i love Davey...that is all. 

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Requested: yes! By: @isweareverythingsalright

Request: ‘Davey using prompt #2 from the drabble list challenge’-also, since there were 2 #2′s for drabble list challenge cuz there were like two, yah, anyway, i used both because i thought it would work

Warnings: angst, violence shtuff

Word Count: 711

One day ago, Davey Jacobs was walking on air. The strike had just been started and they just needed to spread the word to the other newsies in New York. He had his eye on the most amazing newsie he had met in the two days he had been working there, and you just happened to feel the same way.

But that was before the strike had actually started. That was before Les had a broken arm and Davey was bleeding so bad he passed out and had to be carried back to the Lodge. That was before the other news boys were battered and bruised, worse than he was. That was before Crutchie was dragged off to the refuge and Jack was missing. That was before newsies couldn’t walk. That was before he had to stay in the Lodge so his mom wouldn’t freak out about his injuries and forbid him from working as a newsie.

So here he lay, trying to catch some sleep for once, next to you. You were forbidden from going to the strike, being one of the younger newsies, but that didn’t stop you. He had pulled you away from fights with the Delancey’s, earning blows to the face. You continued to fight with the Delancey’s for hurting Davey. It was a continuous circle, until the bulls came. Newsies were dragged away. Davey tossed and turned as he heard Crutchie yelling for Jack.

Then the dream changed, and it wasn’t Crutchie being pulled away, it was Les. He was crying, begging for someone, for Davey, for his mother, but Davey was lying on the concrete, passed out.

You felt the mattress beneath you move, and you turned over to Davey, who was writing back and forth, tears in his eyes. You shot up and moved closer to him. The tall boy continued to sleep, turning violently. You softly put your hand on his shoulder and shook him a little bit. He shot up and looked at you.

“Is Les here? Please tell me it was all a dream.”

“Les is still here….Dave, are you alright?”

“I can’t stop dreaming about what happened. It replays in my mind, the Delancey’s hurting you, the bulls taking away Crutchie, and then it changes. They aren’t taking away Crutchie, they’re taking away Les...when you woke me, they were about to take you away,” he wrapped his arms around you. “But you’re here. You’re not okay.”

You snuggled into his arms, his hand caressed your face, touching the black eye and busted lip.

“I’m okay Davey, I promise. But you...you’re not alright. Not just physically, but up in here too,”

You tapped on his head a little bit, earning a smile from Davey, even if it was too dark to see.

“I can’t help thinking that this was all my fault….I brought up the strike and suggested we tell Pulitzer and that we go through it,” he said all these things, blaming himself, through hard, deep breaths.

You put your hands on his face.

“Davey...hey, hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore. By the time the strike is over, the Delancey’s will be too scared to hurt us, and the bulls and Snyder, we won’t have to worry about them. Second of all, none of this, the strike, everybodies injuries, Crutchie going to the Refuge, none of this is your fault.”

Davey took a deep breath, slowly, surely, trying to regain total calmness. His hands grabbed yours from his face and held them close to his chest.

“Thank you, (Y/N)....” you felt him lean in closer to you, his breath coming closer and closer.

His nose bumped into yours, and his forehead stayed against yours.

“You can kiss me...if you want to…”

“I want to,” he whispers against your lips.

His lips press against yours, and you kiss back, even though it hurts a little bit. He pulls back, remembering your lip.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s all good Davey,” you mutter, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “We need to go to sleep.”

You lay down and Davey wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him, your head resting against his chest, and you both peacefully fall asleep.

tag// @maiawakening @infinity-fandom-trash @broadwayandbookblog @and-a-snip @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day​ @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon​ @brunette-kween​ @justgivemehalfacup​ @purplelittlepup​ @blytheandherbrain @benniebadeend @newsieoftn​ @tomscaprisun​ @meh-for-forever​

[theys-a-joke]

Love is Complicated: Chapter 1: It Makes You Angry

Hey guys! I know I had said I would be posting these Saturday or Sunday, and here we are, Thursday. Sorry about that. But look! My first multi chapter story! pls forgive me 

Request:  Friends to lovers? Pining? Denying feelings? 

Warnings: n/a

The beloved AO3 link!

You and David had joined the newsboys at the same time to support your families, and unsaid, to support each other. You had always been around the Jacobs family to help David with Les and in turn, he helped you with your school work. Given, he wasn’t the best at asking for help, yet somehow you were always there when he needed it, whether he knew it or not.

The two of you had actually met in one of those situations.

He was trying to bring a chest inside his house, but he wasn’t really succeeding. You had been walking by, on your way home from picking up some groceries for your parents when you saw him struggling. You had started to help and when the chest finally started to move, he looked up and noticed you.

“Excuse me, who are you?” He asked, ever so polite, even at a young age.

“I’m (Y/N)! Who're you?”

“My mother told me not to talk to strangers.” He mumbled. 

“But you talked to me first!” You pointed out.

“Well…” He started, before you cut him off.

“You know my name now, so we're not strangers. Plus, I'm helping you move this thing!” 

“But, why?” 

“You looked like you needed help.” You shrugged. He looked pensive for a moment, eyeing the chest as well as you. 

“Oh. Well, my name’s David. And I don't need your help.” He finally said, irritated.

“It’s nice to meet you David!” You said, putting down your end of the chest to stick out your hand for a handshake, dismissing his annoyance with you.

Reluctantly, he put his end down to take your hand in his. 

"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

“(Y/N). (Y/N), (Y/N)!”

You were brought back from the memory by the same boy it was about. David was waving his hand in front of you face

“Yeah David?” You said, shaking your head.

“You looked lost in thought, and I didn’t want us to be late to the newsstand.”

“Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking about how we first met. What’s the word? Remi-?”

“Reminiscing.”

“Thanks.”

“Sure, now come on, we gotta go.” He says, before shaking his own head. 

You hadn’t realized you had stopped until he pointed it out. Though once he did, you grabbed his hand and ran, dragging David through the streets behind you. Unbeknownst to you though, him and physical contact did not pair well, and left him a blushing mess.

By the time you had reached the newstand, there was already a line forming. You had managed to squeeze in before anyone else could, pulling David along with you. You were a team after all. You let go of his hand and turned to face him while others were getting their papers.

“Isn’t this exciting? We actually get to work. We get to be a part of this.” You whispered, walking backwards as the line moved forward.

“I don’t understand how this is all that exciting to you. We’re just selling newspapers.” He sighs. 

“David we’re not ju-”

You interrupted by a slam of something hitting the post behind you. You were so excited that you hadn’t realized it was your turn to take some papers. 

“Ah, a new kid. Good to see a fresh face 'round all of these rats.” A rather greasy looking man said.

"Uh, two new faces actually." You say, trying to divide the attention from the man between you and David, pulling him up next to you.

Chatter began to spread around the area. New people? Kids they hadn't seen before? The newsies seemed to be a tight-knit group to you and after seeing anyone new, they all seemed a bit shocked. Some others you could see had a mischievous look to them. You made a mental note to try to stick with David. 

“I-I’ll take twenty papers please.” You stutter out, making yourself small.

“Ooh, and manners, I like you already.” He said, smiling at you. You could feel David at your side, causing you to relax.

You heard some of the other boys calling him weasel, you could see why. You never wanted to be in a 100 foot radius of him ever again. 

“20 for the new kid. Now let’s see the dime?”

“We can pay for them after we sell them, can’t we?” David asked, jumping into the conversation, putting his arm around you.

“Cash up-front kid.”

“But whatever we don’t sell you buy back right?” He asks, incredulously.

“David, it’s fine.” You said, trying to calm him down. 

“Here you go.” You gave the man a dime and took your twenty papers, leaving the safety of David's arms.

David did the same, yet, something was wrong. He had only gotten nineteen. He bickered with the weasel, who you had come to learn was named Wiesel, for a bit longer before another boy came over to settle the dispute. As he walked past he gave you a wink.

He was a good deal taller than you were, so you turned your head down to face your feet, in hopes he wouldn’t see your blush. You weren’t really used to all of this attention. You looked back up to hear that the boy was offering you both fifty more papers. Which seemed a bit outrageous to you. 

“We can do fine on our own thank you very much. We don’t even know who you are.” You straightened up in hopes of seeming more confident, walking back to David's side. 

“This here is Jack Kelly, how couldya not have heard of him?” A boy with a crutch said, coming up to stand next to 'Jack Kelly'.

“Hows about I show the both of youse the ropes here, eh?” He says, elbowing the boy with the Crutch while eyeing you both up and down.

“Why are you helping us?” David asked him, with that same tone he had used years ago with you.

“It’s ya first day here, and I thinks the little kiddo here,” Jack made his way to your other side, bringing his arm around your shoulders, looking David in the eyes, “could get ahead with the right tricks that I could teach ya.”

“The little kid here? Has a name you know. And really isn't so little.” You took his arm from around your shoulder and forcefully poked him in the chest, pushing him a slight bit away from you so you could look up at him. He looked surprised, as if he had never been rejected before.

“It’s (Y/N). This is David. You should at least learn our names before you teach us anything.”

“Well then, Vests, Davey, follow me and I’ll getcha all set up.” He started walking away from you, not waiting for you to follow. You and David shared a look. You had to admit, Jack had some gusto, it made sense that all the other boys seemed to stop and listen when he spoke. 

"Vests?" You asked, looking at your outfit. You guessed your vest stood out.

“Davey?” He asked, confusion all over his face.

"Must be easier for him to remember." You shrugged. You then ran off to catch up with Jack, and turned around to see David, no, Davey, in a trance.

“C’mon Davey! Don’t you love learning?” You shouted at him, your smile wide. That seemed to shake him from his trance and he began running to catch up. Once you were both caught up, Jack started explaining things. 

“So first things first, you gotta choose a sellin' spot to sell ya papes. You choose a bad one, youse ain't gonna end up makin' a lot, and you’ll hafta eat the papes. But, lucky for you two, s'early enough that there are still a few good spots left.” He took you to a corner that wasn’t all that lively, but from what you could see, there seemed to be a lot of shops and houses around here. 

“Wow. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been to this part of New York.”

“Just wait doll, hang with us for a while you’ll getta see a lotta stuff.” Jack winked at you again before someone started to come up to you.

“Watch this,” Jack whispered to you and Davey, as he put on a smile,“'Suces me ma’am, but can I interest you in today’s morning paper. It’s all about creatures prowlin' 'round in the night of New York City. If ya need anyone to protect, just call for Jack.” He winked as they exchanged money. But as soon as she bought the paper and left blushing, Jack dropped the smile and sincerity. 

“See? Easy as pie. So for you Vests, I would suggest that ever so sweet flattery. For Davey, I’mna put what I hope's a big brain to work. Like so.”

Jack began shouting out a headline, too loud for you to figure out was he was saying. 

“Come get it right here! Terrified flight from burnin’ inferno!” He shouted over and over again. Soon enough, a man walked up and took the paper from Jack, handing him some change. 

“You want me to lie?” Davey asked in exasperation.

“You do whatcha gotta do here.” Jack shrugged, “Now, your turn.” 

In the time he had given you both demonstrations, more people had filled the street. Women walking around to buy groceries for their families. Men walking around to go to meetings and suit shops and what not. You could see Davey’s brain looking for ways to sell papers without having to lie, the scowl on his face deepening as he thought. If you were to be honest, you weren’t sure what else he was supposed to do. You left him to his thinking to try and sell some of your own papers, which was in actuality, easier done then said. Sometimes you would only need to give someone a look and they'd be racing over to talk to you. You sold them a paper and sent them on their way, only able to entertain them for so long. Soon enough, you had sold all of your papers and it wasn’t even midday. 

“Wow, you really are a natural at this aren’tcha?” Jack asked, suddenly appearing at your side, arm around your shoulder. You weren't quite sure if this was him flirting or simply his normal. 

“Well, I’m not exactly that sure. I was just doing what you told me to do. It actually tires me out.” 

“Oh yeah, sellin twenty papes must make ya real tired.” He says, sarcasm evident.

“It’s not the number that tires me, but selling them itself. I’ve never gotten this much attention from anyone. It’s all new to me and I’m actually really glad you’re helping me and Davey.” 

“I do what I can. It’s the least I can do for new newsies.” He says, directing you to a bench.

“Well still, I appreciate it. I'm sure Davey does too." You say, as both of you turn to look back over to Davey, who still had the majority of his papers in his bag. He looked so concerned and sort of angry, probably at himself for having trouble selling papers. You decided to give him a reprieve by walking up to talk to him, saying goodbye to Jack. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" Jack asked.

"Course you will, I'm a newsies after all."

Davey had been getting more and more frustrated as time had passed. He saw you selling papers with ease, and wondered what he was doing wrong. Everything came so effortlessly to you, you were so adaptable, persistent too. You had dealt with him all these years, his dissatisfaction when he couldn't get something right on the first try, his bitterness when he didn't understand something, his standoffish-ness. You stayed by his side through it. And even now, you were helping him support his family so that Les could stay in school. And here you were, walking up to him and pulling him out of his spiral.

"Hey (Y/N)." He says, downcast.

“Davey, how about we take a break and go get something to eat at your house. Then we can come back and start fresh. I can even help you sell some papers.” You offer.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I need a break. Thanks (Y/N).” He says, sighing.

“Hey, who knows you better than I do?” You smile.

“Nobody.”

“That’s right." 

As the two of you walked back to Davey's house, neither of you spoke. You didn't need to, the silence was comfortable, at least, comfortable on your end. On Davey's however, the silence was only external, with the thoughts in Davey’s mind racing.

I really don’t understand, why am I having such a hard time selling papers? Is it because I’ve been so distracted today? Because I've been frustrated half the time and don't even know why? If that's the reason, what's the source? Could it be (Y/N)? I mean, not directly because of (Y/N), but all these interactions they're having. The way some of those other guys were staring at them earlier, it made me sick. And Jack? What is he playing at? Flirting with (Y/N) and then encouraging (Y/N) to flirt with others. Why is this making me upset? It must be Jack then, it has to be. He just rubs me the wrong way, and he's a bad influence! And (Y/N) doesn't even seem to realize it. How could they let him do that to them, to let him treat them like that. Outrageous. 

He had just finished his train of though as you both arrived at Davey’s house. You entered and went into the kitchen to find Davey’s mother. 

“Oh hello dears. It seems a bit early to see you back.” Mrs. Jacobs greeted you.

“It’s nothing to worry about Mrs. Jacobs. We stopped by in hopes that we could have something to eat.” You said, falling into a rhythm with her to prepare lunch.

“Well, we have a bit of leftover bread, most likely enough for the both of you. And while I’m trying to make that butter last as long as possible, take as much as you like.” She said. 

“Thank you mother.” Davey said, as he grabbed two cups and filled them up with water from the sink, setting them down at the table. You joined him at the table carrying a plate with the bread and butter. You sat across from him at the table and the two of you began to eat. 

“You know David, you don’t look too well. Maybe you should go rest.” His mother suggested.

“I can’t do that. If I rest I won’t be able to sell the rest of my papers.” He rebutted.

“Your mother’s right Davey. You should rest. I can sell the rest of the papers for you.” You agreed.

“No, (Y/N), you don’t need t-”

“David Jacobs give me your papers this instant.” You stated firmly.

He resigned himself to handing his papers over to you. You put them in your bag, finishing your bread before heading out and saying goodbye to the Jacobs. 

Mrs. Jacobs had joined Davey as he was fiddling with his cup.

“So, David, tell me, what’s got you all worked up.” She said.

“Mother I have no idea as to what you’re talking about.” 

“There’s something upsetting you and it isn’t good to bottle it up inside.”

“How do you know something's wrong?”

“Mother’s intuition sweet heart. So. What is it?”

“It’s just, I’ve been wound up and angry today and I’m not sure why, and I think it has to do with (Y/N) and this newsie, Jack.”

“Of course.” She said, nodding her head.

“Earlier today, everyone was looking, gawking at them like they were some freak of nature, as if they had never seen a person before. And then this guy Jack was flirting with them and touching them and while we were selling papes he encouraged them to flirt with everyone, putting them outside of their comfort zone and into the spotlight.” He rambled.

“It sounds to me that someone is jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I’m worried about them.”

“You care about them. And you’re not used to not being the center of their attention. It's natural.”

“Oh please, I’m perfectly fine not being the center of their attention.”

“How do you feel that they're going back to sell papers, by themself, or possibly with the Jack boy you mentioned?”

“I’m fine.” He strained.

“You don’t sound fine to me mister. Go get some rest and think about it when you get up." 

"Mother I'm fine. Please."

"David, go take a nap, and when you wake up you can help Les with his homework." 

"Fine." He says, bringing himself to his room, only to stew in his angry thoughts.

[blytheandherbrain]

Yall I'm s h o o k and in love

Pretty Boy // d.j.

this is the longest fic i’ve written to date but i hate doing cuts bc it always screws up so im sorry. technically this is an x reader fic but she’s gotta newsie nickname so

also someone do a count of how many times i use the word pretty bc lemme tell you its a lot

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Sometimes, Davey wishes he could be more like Jack Kelly.

Jack Kelly who walks into a room like he’s lived there his entire life and you’re the one visiting, Jack Kelly who leads the newsies on strike without so much as a second thought, Jack Kelly who demands respect without even having to be asked, Jack Kelly who struts instead of walks.

Davey’s pretty much the opposite of Jack - he knows that, he knows Jack knows that - so why, out of every newsie in Manhattan, did Jack Kelly decide to bring him to Brooklyn?

Davey asks himself this question as they cross the Brooklyn bridge, Jack strutting and Davey following behind him with worry in his veins.

“There’s no one selling on the bridge,” Davey notices, speaking louder than normal for Jack to hear him over the crashing of the East River underneath them.

“Yeah,” Jack replies, “technically, it’s neutral territory, seein’ as it stretches from Manhattan to Brooklyn, so Spot ‘n I decided that no one should sell on it, just to keep things civil.”

“So you and this Spot character,” Davey swallows, “you’ve worked together before?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Jack scoffs, “more like Spot came up with the idea ‘n I agreed to it.”

“So he is a big deal, like everyone says?”

Jack takes the hat off of his head, running a hand through his hair before putting it back on.

“He’s one of, if not the, toughest newsie in New York, probably in the country,” Jack explains, “so yeah, he’s a pretty big deal.”

Davey can feel the atmosphere change as they reach the end of the Brooklyn bridge, and suddenly he feels even more out of place in his pressed vest and light blue shirt than usual.

They pass a small boy, definitely younger than Les, holding a rolled up paper in his hands. The boys eyes grow wide at the sight of Jack, and almost immediately his mouth forms into a loud whistle. Then it’s as if the entire city erupts in the same tune as the boy, the sound bouncing around different corners.

Jack isn’t fazed, in fact, it’s almost like he’s following the noise, leading Davey down a few twist and turns until he can see the entrance to Navy Yard Pier.

“C'mon,” Jack says gruffly, and it’s then that Davey notices his eyes shifting back and forth along the alley way.

He starts to ask a question, but as soon as he opens his mouth his attention is redirected towards the sound of glass shattering a few feet away from them, Davey’s eyes landing on the broken remains of a bottle that land at his feet.

“You’ve grown up'a bit since I’s seen you last, Jackie boy.”

The voice comes from somewhere above them, but the sun and the echo of the alley stops any attempt Davey has to pinpoint it.

Another bottle breaks, this time on Jack’s side instead of Davey’s, and the leader huffs in annoyance.

“Yeah, it’s been a'while,” Jack says loudly, “and we all know you’s missin’ on purpose, jus’ let us by so’s we can talk to Spot.”

A shadow falls across the cobble stoned alley way, and Davey watches in disbelief as a girl jumps down from one of the roofs above, landing squarely on her feet. She holds a slingshot in one hand and bounces a few loose pebbles in another, newsie hat tucked into the band of her pants in front of the red and white checkered button up covering her torso and her suspenders hanging loosely from her waist.

“Uh uh uh,” she teases, eyes blazing, “you know well as anyone that ain’t how this works, Jackie boy. No one gets to Spot 'til they goes through me.”

“C'mon now Ringer,” Jack says, exasperated, “we’s need to talk t’ Conlon, it’s important.”

“Must be if you’s makin’ the journey yourself,” she replies, eyes dancing over Davey, “does pretty boy 'ere 'ave a name?”

Davey feels the tips of his ears turn pink, and he knows she notices when she smirks.

“Aw you brought me a shy one Jackie,” she coos, “he have a voice or is his job to stand by your side and look good?”

“We’re here to get Brooklyn in on the strike,” Davey surprises both himself and the others by speaking, and - at least in his own mind - he sounds more like Jack than himself, “Manhattan’s got a union now, and it’s time for all the newsies of New York to stand as one against the owners.”

“Ah, he speaks!”

She says it in a way like she had been expect those exact words to come out of his mouth, and Davey feels the blush move down from his ears to his neck. Jack, on the other hand, drags a hand down his face in a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

She steps closer, shoving the pebbles into her front pocket and the slingshot in her back one. Peeking out from under her hair, Davey can see the collar of her shirt popped up, and somehow this only adds to the aura of toughness that surrounds her.

“Try not t’ sound so rehearsed when you’s talk to Spot, pretty boy,” she says, patting Davey’s cheek before pulling back, “follow me.”

She turns swiftly on her heel, walking down the alley as they both follow behind her. Davey’s careful not to trip over his own feet as he watches the way she walks; sauntering almost, head held high and a sort of arrogance surrounding her.

She walks like Jack, he thinks, and then he wonders whether people are born with the ability to walk that way or if it’s a learned skill.

Davey decides that it must be a born trait, and he also decides that he does not particularly like the way the Brooklyn newsies stop and stare as both he and Jack follow the girl down the pier to the sad excuse for a ship docked at the end. Cautiously, both boys follow her up the platform, standing in front of none other than Spot Conlon himself.

“Well if it isn’t our very own cowboy,” Spot says, “and he brought a friend, how sweet.”

“Pretty boy 'ere’s a shy one, but he’s got a mouth on him,” Ringer says, taking her place behind the Brooklyn leader, leaning against the side of the boat with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Hmm, I like that. I’m gonna call you Mouth,” Spot smirks.

Jack glides right over this development, cutting Davey’s protests off and plunging straight into the story of the strike and how they need Brooklyn’s help to make a difference. Davey can tell by the look on Ringer’s face that she believes everything they’re saying, which is why his face contorts into confusion when Spot says no.

“How do we’s know you ain’t gonna run at the first sight o’ trouble?” Spot asks, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Jackie boy, but I gotta lot of lil’ ones to look out for, I can’t jus’ bring 'em into a fight like that, not until I knows for sure it ain’t gonna end bad.”

“I says we ain’t gonna turn tail, so we ain’t gonna turn tail,” Jack argues.

Part of him knows it’s futile, and Davey can feel it too.

Spot drags a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Walk 'em to the bridge, would'ya Ringer,” he asks after a few moments of silence, “can’t have Jack Kelly and Mouth 'ere gettin’ soaked on our turf.”

“C'mon boys,” she says, once again leading them down the dock.

The walk is silent until they reach the main road, Davey finally finding his words amongst the anger and confusion.

“Is there something different we shoulda said?” He asks, hands in his pockets.

The girl turns around to face them, walking backwards along the street.

“Nah,” she shakes her head, “Spot woulda said no regardless, but once you prove yourself I think he’ll come around.”

“You’ll talk to him?” Davey says hopefully.

The girl laughs - a sharp, almost barking type of laughter - but it’s the first time Davey sees her actual smile instead of just a teasing smirk.

“I’m Spot’s second, not his keeper,” she says, “me sayin’ somethin’ won’t change his mind.”

“But we can’t do th-”

“It’ll take a lot more than a pretty face to get me to go against the King of Brooklyn,” she replies, “even if that face is yours.”

With that, she turns back around, nodding at a group of teens on one of the corners they pass.

They reach the bridge soon enough, Ringer standing to the side to let the boys go. However, before they get more than a few feet away, her voice stops them.

“Hey, pretty boy,” she calls.

Before he can even realize what he’s doing, Davey’s following the sound of her summon over to where she stands.

“It’s Davey, actually,” he says.

She smiles again, and this time the boy can see just how white her teeth are, and how boldly they contrast against her sun-kissed skin.

“Some advice,” she says, tossing a pebble in the air a few inches and watching it land back in her open palm, “stand your ground. Whatever fight breaks out, because believe me, there will be one…don’t run from it. That’s the only way you’s gonna get Spot to come through with back up. He’s a man o’ action more than words.”

Davey nods as a thank you, not trusting his voice. She nods back, satisfied, and strolls off down the cobble stones.

“See ya soon, pretty boy!”

Davey sits with a glass of ice water pressed against his swollen jaw, eyes dancing across the room at all of the injured boys.

What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?

Amongst all the chaos and honest terror Davey felt the past twenty four hours, he almost forgot what she looked like.

Well that, and the fact that this time she wore her hair up under her hat, and her black suspenders are strung over her shoulders instead of hanging around her waist; a stark contrast against the red tank top she wore. But she walks, no, she struts into Jacobi’s with such confidence that Davey can almost feel her before he actually knows she’s there.

“Well ain’t this a sight for sore eyes,” Albert says as she walks by him, “what, we’s take a beatin’ so now we’s good enough for Spot Conlon 'n Brooklyn?”

Buttons smacks the boy upside the head, muttering a few choice words under his breath.

“Stow the sarcasm, copper head,” she spits, “'less you want another bruise to match that shiner. Where’s Davey? I need t’ talk t’ someone with some brains.”

“Nice to see you on our side of the bridge,” Davey says from behind her.

“Hey'ya pretty boy,” she turns to face him, “how ya holdin’ up?”

Davey shrugs, gesturing to his injuries.

“Not so pretty anymore, I’d say.”

“I disagree.”

She reaches up and settles her hand on his cheek between the bruise on his jaw and the one under his eye. Her thumb strokes the skin right below it, and Davey can’t help but notice how her eyes sparkle under Jacobi’s lights.

“Still just as pretty,” she whispers, eyes locking with Davey’s.

They stare at each other for only a few moments, the girl blinking and pulling herself out of the trance while taking a small step backwards.

“Heard one of your boys got taken to the Refuge,” she says solemnly, “that’s a tough break, Davey, sorry to hear it.”

“I uh…” Davey swallows, blinking slowly, “yeah, but we’ll get 'im out. You come all this way to check up on us lowly Manhattan dwellers?”

He feels a smirk appear on his face, a new feeling, but one that he enjoys.

“Nah,” she shrugs, “Spot sent me, wanted me t’ tell you’s that we’ll be there for ya next event.”

“Really?” Davey’s eyes light up, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

Ringer smiles back, bright and genuine, and nods.

“Yeah, really,” she says, “you took action 'n it impressed 'im. Brooklyn’s here.”

Davey lets out a shout of joy, pulling the girl into his chest as the other boys cheer behind them. He can feel her laughing in his arms, and it’s a feeling he never wants to go away.

“I gotta get back,” she says, smile still on her face as she takes another half step backwards, “got lots to prepare if we’s gonna be ready for tomorrow.”

Davey nods, arms dropping to his side.

“So then I’ll um,” he can’t wipe the smile off of his face, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“It’s a date,” she says, shooting him a quick wink as she walks backwards towards the door, “give 'em hell, pretty boy.”

Davey decides he likes the way he smiles when he sees her, and he decides this when, true to their word, Brooklyn shows up to the rally, along with every other borough in the city.

Spot strolls in, he reminds Davey of the way Jack walks into rooms, and all eyes seem to track him as he walks around the stage. Davey’s, however, stay on her.

Her hair is down like it was when he met her the first time, but she keeps it somewhat contained under her newsie cap. Her suspenders again hang around her waist, framing the khaki capris that her red and black striped shirt is tucked into. The slingshot is shoved in the waistband, and when he looks Davey can see the slight bulge of pebbles in her front pocket. He also decides that this is his favorite look on her.

He swallows down the nerves, walking forward and shaking hands with Spot Conlon himself. Davey can feel the absence of Jack in the theater, wringing his hands together in worry as Spot steps up to speak to everyone, and Davey can’t help but let his eyes drift to her, then curses himself when she catches him staring. She gives him a half smile, winking at him again. And, despite the blush that crawls from his ears down to his neck, he feels his confidence grow.

Time to be Jack Kelly.

Davey steps forward as Spot moves back, and although he can’t silence the roar of the newsies with his hands like the Brooklyn boy, they calm down quicker than he thought. 

The words come out smoother than he expected, and his voice doesn’t shake as much as he feared, but he knows deep down that he’s only biding time, he’s no Jack Kelly.

And then the other boy finally shows up, stalking his way into the theater the same way Albert goes into the circulation gate when he wants to pick a fight with the Delancey’s. Davey follows his gut, handing the floor over Jack, and almost immediately, he regretted it. Jack began spewing some roundabout story on why they should disband the union, and when he turns to talk to the leaders, Spot cuts him off by shoving him hard in the chest, sending the Manhattan boy stumbling backwards.

Everything happens fast, too fast, and suddenly all the borough’s beside Manhattan have left the theater, Jack among them. Davey shifts uncomfortably under the eyes of the newsies, his newsies, and desperately searches his mind for the rights words.

“Come on boys,” Medda speaks up, sending Davey a sorry look, “I’ll treat ya to supper, s'least I can do.”

Davey lets them leave, sitting on the stage with his head hanging low.

“You spoke well.”

The boy lifts his head at the sound of her voice, wringing his hat in his hands as she sits next to him, feet dangling over the edge of the stage.

“Spot spoke well,” Davey argues, “I was just trying to bide time until Jack showed.”

“And then he did,” she says, shaking her head.

“And everything got worse.”

They sit silently, Davey staring off into the empty theater as Ringer stares at him.

“Strikes dead, Ringer,” he finally says, throwing the hat down next to him, “time to cut our losses.”

“You can’t mean that,” she says, “I know you don’t.”

Davey shrugs, the only thing he knows for sure is that he no longer wants to be Jack Kelly.

“So, Davey,” she says it slow, like she’s tasting every syllable, “is that short for somethin’ or?”

“David,” he replies, “nothin’ special. What about Ringer, how’d you get that?”

“Imma good shot,” she shrugs, tapping slightly on the slingshot in the waistband of her pants, “plus I like to finish fights more than starting them, it’s more fun that way.”

“So Jack was telling the truth, in the alley?” Davey asks. “When he said you were missing us on purpose?”

She hums, contemplation evident on her features as she nods ever so slightly.

“Well David, it’s nice to meet you,” she says, sticking her hand out, “I’m Y/N.”

Davey’s eyebrows twitch, one quirking slightly higher than the other. He takes her hand, trying to keep the blush from spreading to his cheeks at the feeling of her skin on his.

“That’s,” beautiful, you’re beautiful, “nice, it suits you.”

She smiles, and Davey melts a bit.

“You’s gonna be okay, pretty boy,” she says, leaning back on her hands, “regardless of whether or not the strike goes forward, you’s gonna be okay. But the rest o’ us,” she pauses, shaking her head, “we need this. You was right that day, when you came down to the Pier and said we’s need to stick together, we still need that. This ain’t over.”

“But Jack-”

“Jack Kelly would never 'ave come up with the idea to strike with out you’s,” she cuts him off, disbelief on her face, “you gotta give yourself more credit, Davey, you’s more than just a pretty face, you gotta brain up there too.”

She runs her hand through his hair teasingly, Davey groaning and trying to move out of her way.

“You really think we can do this without Jack?” He asks, eyes wide and hoping as he looks at her.

“We got you, I think we can do anything,” she says it casually, like it was everyday she convinced someone to start a strike, “I trusted you enough to tell you’s my name, didn’t I?”

She’s halfway towards the door by the time the words process in Davey’s brain, and he scrambles to stand.

“What does that mean?”

She walks backwards - Davey files this move away in his mind as one she does when she’s confident - and the teasing smirk is back on her face.

“Means I trust you, pretty boy,” she says, “no one knows my name, not even Spot Conlon himself.”

Davey stutters, shaking his head at her.

“Come back tomorrow?” He asks as she reaches the door.

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else!”

Davey makes his way back to the Lodge, choosing to stay there that night instead of at home. He feels bad, walking down the street with a smile on his face despite what happened at the rally, and he tries to wipe it away once he gets back, pushing the wood door open only to hear all the newsies shouting in what sounds like delight.

He turns the corner, eyes falling on Jack and Katherine standing in front of the others, eagerly explaining something over the noise.

“Aye Davey!” Jack calls, pulling the teen into the middle of the circle. “We knows how to fix the strike!”

And after, when Davey walks around the Lodge with a smile on his face for the rest of the night, well, the others would never know the difference.

The next day, Davey finds himself standing in newsies square, surrounded by his new friends - his new family - as Governor Roosevelt pronounces them the winners of the strike.

Naturally, cheers erupt across the square, and before he can turn around he feels her jump onto his back, legs wrapping themselves around his waist as she laughs next to his ear. He spins around in happiness a few times, setting her down and turning to face her.

She’s dressed the same as the day prior, except this time she donned black pants instead of khaki, and the only hint of her suspenders is the sun shinning off of the metal as they hang from her waist. She tosses her head back as she cheers, one hand holding onto her hat and the other raised in the air.

“We did it!” She says, bright smile on her face as she looks back at him. “You did it.”

Davey’s chest fills with a weird mixture of joy and confidence, and then he can’t stop himself. He cups her face with both hands and presses their lips together, feeling his eyes slip close. Almost immediately he goes to pull away, until her hands tangle themselves into the hair on the back of his neck and successfully hold his head in place. She tastes like salt water intertwined with smoke and Davey decides it’s his new favorite flavor.

They do pull away eventually, both teens smiling through their heavy breathing.

“Not so shy now, are you pretty boy?” She questions, laughing a bit as his ears still turn pink.

“Nah,” he shrugs, “found my confidence.”

She kisses him again, and the boys around them dissolve into a round of teasing ooh’s and ah’s at the sight. She feels Davey lift his arm to wave them off, both of them smiling into the kiss.

“Spot’s gonna kill me,” he mumbles, lips brushing against hers as he speaks.

“As if I’ll let 'im lay'a hand on that pretty face.”

[bluespecs14]

Y/N had always wanted to make costumes. And she was fortunate enough to get training from her aunt who worked at Medda's theater. But as she was hurrying to hand the newly fixed costume to the respective performer (for this performer was going on in a few minutes), with bags under her eyes from painstakingly gathering and stroking the aformentioned gathers of one of the other performers skirt and pricking her hand a few dozen times, she wondered if it was worth it. Her mother did suggest that she could continue the family tradition of learning botany. Of Course she declined. Though as she ran to the dressing room of the performer, Y/N couldn't help but think that she wouldn't trade her job for the world.

As Y/N ran, she saw the familiar sight of clothing racks and a tall person facing away from her. Even in her tired and sleep deprived state, she managed to stop just in time to only bump the tall man a little.

"Woah" the tall man exclaims as he staggers back a bit. He shifts his arms to fix the hold that he has on what seems to be a little boy.

'Must be his brother' Y/N thinks. She then realizes what she'd done. "I am so sorry!" she apologizes vehemently. "Oh my Gosh! Did you break something? Are you alright? I am so so sorry! I- I -" Y/N ranted while she wildly gestured to the man's frame.

"I- I'm fine. Uh but could you please help me find the, um, the exit?" the man stutters out. "It's getting really late and our parents are probably really worried about us." He explains a bit more.

'But I need to bring this costume to a performer' Y/N thinks to herself, glancing down at the costume in her hand ( that surprisingly hasn't fallen out yet ). She had a dilemma, about whether she should help the man or do her job first. 

The man senses the crisis in the girls head. And he starts to walk away from her. "It's alright. I'll just, uh,  look for someone els-"

"I can give you directions" Y/N offers as she cuts the boy off.

 The boy nods in acceptance.

And as Y/N gave the boy, who, after a short introduction, she now knew to be named David, directions on how to properly exit the theater. Davey couldn't help but to properly look at the girl. Taking in her frazzled hair and wrinkly clothes. He nods after Y/N finishes giving him directions. Then they parted ways.

A/N: Hello. This is a sneak peek of my very first DaveyxReader fic. I hope you like it :) I'll eventually finish it and post it here so watch out for that

[filmprojector-anon]

30 and 18 with DaveyxReader?

18. "Saddle up doll.“

30. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice.“

The beach was unsually busy for today.

But you and Davey had at least managed to secure a bench, albeit one far from the beach.

The beach, however, wasn’t as enticing as Davey’s breath against your neck.

“I could pull your bottoms aside,” he murmurs in your ear. “No one would even notice.”

You’re taken aback by his bluntness, but you needed this, and now.

“Saddle up, doll,” Davey commands as he holds onto your hips.

In the hustle and bustle of it all, no one even notices how Davey fucks you on that bench in broad daylight.

Or perhaps someone did.

But that’s a story for another time.

[writing4thewoild]

Decisions (2/3)

PART ONE

CrutchieXReader/DaveyXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @ben-cook-can-cook @dank-crypitic @dpslover4life-blog @jerkyheree-michaelm3ll

Because of your relationship with Davey, you quickly became friends with all the other Newsies. Romeo, Jack Kelly, Racetrack, Finch, Specs, even Les. They were all close friends that you had no problem spending time with and confiding in. They became like family to you and you were grateful for that. The Manhattan Newsies were an important part of Davey’s life and you didn’t want to not get along with them. 

There was one Newsie in particular that interested you slightly, or a lot, more than the others. He had sandy blonde hair than shined like gold, a smile that could brighten your darkest days, and a personality that drew you in like a moth to a flame. He called himself Crutchie, which was a pretty fitting name given the crutch always tucked under him arm to support himself. He was an absolute cutie that constantly made your heart swoon. Even in the first moment of meeting him you couldn’t help but fall for him. The way he beamed at you with his beautiful teeth and kissed the back of your hand made your face feel hot to the touch and your lungs feel like they were closing in on themselves. He was nothing short of the perfect gentleman, always offering to hold door open for you and complimenting you. He does it so much that around him you can’t but feel especially beautiful. 

On days that Davey was too busy to spend time with you or you simply had nothing planned to do you would spend all your time with Crutchie. The two of you would usually end up walking around the city while creating obscene headlines for the day. The best selling headline was probably “Bizarre Human-Elephant Hybrid Boy Found in the Depths of Indian Subcontinent”. People came flocking towards Crutchie to buy a paper and read about this “new discovery”. He ended up finishing earlier than usual that day which meant more time for wandering the city for the both of you. Your favorite headline would have to be when he looked straight into your eyes and yelled out “Extra! Extra! Angel on Earth Found in Manhattan Steals Local Newsboy’s Heart”. You had never been so strongly complimented before and it made you feel like you were on Cloud 9. Your face burned hotter than the sun and your heart jumped into the stratosphere. Needless to say that was one of your favorite days with him.

Another one of your favorite days that you spent with Crutchie was on a boiling hot summer day. Davey decided to spend the day with his family at a near by beach and the rest of the Newsies deemed it too hot to do anything besides sleep the day away so all you had left was Crutchie. He didn’t mind going out into the middle of the heat wave and was. The two of you ended up at the pond of a near by park. It was quite the peaceful scene. It was quiet since you two were the only ones dumb enough to leave the house in this type of weather. Even the water in the pond decided to take a lazy day as it was perfectly still, doing nothing but reflecting the sky and trees nearby. Even the birds kept their chirping to a minimum to conserve energy. 

Whenever you looked at your companion, his signature smile would be painted across his face and his eyes would be all aglow. His light brown eyes shone with great intensity and reminded you of shining brass. They had a certain look in them also. A look that made your head swim and your heart drop. It was a look full of love and adoration. It was a look that made you feel appreciated and valued. You weren’t exactly sure as to what that look was supposed to mean but regardless it made you feel like every positive emotion there was known to man. 

The two of you started your day by dipping your toes in the water. In sharp contrast to the air around you, the water was cold. The feeling of the frigid water flowing through your toes was enough to make a shiver travel up your spine. Standing in silence quickly got boring though so you decided to start moving your foot in the water. Gentle circles turned into gentle back and forth motions which quickly escalated into full kicking. With each kick of your foot out of the water came a spray of water along with it. You tried your best to keep the water from hitting Crutchie but your efforts were in vain. One particularly hard kick, one that you most certainly didn’t intend to be so hard, had water flying straight into his face. It wasn’t a lot of water but it was enough to have water droplets rolling down his face and his shirt dotted with wet spots. 

You felt bad. You really did. You didn’t mean to get him wet. You quickly went to apologize profusely but before you could get a word out you had your own splash of water spotting you with water. The cod water on your face made another shiver run up your spine. When you went to look at Crutchie his eyes were gleaming with mischievous. Another splash sent your way snapped you out of your surprise stupor. He had his crutch pointed your way with his eyebrows raised in challenge. You quickly understood what he was trying to say to you. Water fight.

The both of you stood in place and flung water at the other. You continued to kick you leg while Crutchie used his crutch. By the time the both of you were finished you were both soaking wet and out of breath. The ache in your chest and the cramps in your leg were well worth it though. You weren’t boiling hot anymore and you were happy. You decided to spend your time catching your breath on the bank of the pond, just sitting in the soft grass. Crutchie sat next to you. The two of you went back and forth between chatting about anything and everything that came to mind and sitting in silence. Time seemed to stop all together when you were together because with him you felt like you could suspend yourself in a moment and live there forever. But time didn’t stop, in fact if anything it sped up. Before you knew it, the sun was setting and the sky was beginning to burst in color.

The swirling mixture of pinks and purples and red and oranges etc was a magnificent sight to behold. The addition of clouds floating by made the scene all the more magical. In the midst of all your admiring of the sights in front of you, you didn’t notice that the person next to you was looking at you with the same looks as before. With the same look of love and adoration and appreciation. You did notice him gently laying his head on your shoulder. The weight of his head was slightly uncomfortable yet soothing nonetheless. It felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. 

That moment was beautiful. One could even argue that that moment was perfect. Yet as all things in life are, all perfect things give way to awkward and uncomfortable things. While in his blissfully peaceful daze, Crutchie slowly began to put more weight onto your shoulder. Eventually the weight became too much and you collapsed under the pressure. You both went tumbling to the floor. You ended up lying on your back on the grass with half of Curtchie’s body strewn across yours. You were horribly embarrassed and wanted the ground to just swallow you up and never spit you out. But the moment you looked into his eyes your breath was taken away. 

The sun was gone by now and the sky was dark and full of thousands of tiny lights. The moon was full and radiating beams of white light. Dozens of small fireflies floating to and fro perfected everything. The atmosphere was smeared in magic and wonder. Crutchie’s light brown eyes were gleaming with the light of the moon, seeming to glow in the dark with its own light shining from deep within. The sight of it made your heart beat ten times harder in your chest and your head swim. Just his presence alone was enough to make you feel like you were soaring through the clouds. Then it dawned on you.

There was only one person in the world that made you feel the way he did. A certain Newsie with chocolate brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. Davey. And in that moment your stomach dropped and your chest tightened. The thought that you might like Crutchie as well as Davey made cold dread sink into your bones and a slight panic begin to buzz within your mind. The fact that soon you would have to make a decision between the two boys became apparent. To make matters worse, it would have to be a decision of love.

Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[astraea-writes]

Newsies High School Teacher AUs P1

This first one is JackxKatherine, and tomorrow will be DaveyxReader. Please message me with other ships I should include because I have so many ideas for all the Newsies!!

Jack

-Jack is the art teacher that every single student absolutely adores

-He started off just teaching basic drawing and painting classes, which were so insanely popular -He had to bring in beanbags and pillows for students who didn't he didn't have enough tables for, the students were more than happy to sit on the floor if it meant they could be in his class -He always starts off with a lesson plan but as his students start to develop their own ideas, he lets them do basically whatever they need to do, going around and helping each person individually -One day he's on his way to lunch and sees a student in the middle of a panic attack. Jack immediately rushes to their aide and helps to calm them down, they explain that they're just so stressed with all of the ap classes and a lot of parents don't let their kids take fun electives like art because it's not beneficial to college or their futures -That day Jack sits down with the school administrators and gives up his free period to teach a new class called Art in STEM, where he teaches honors and ap students about the geometry and psychology of artwork while giving them a class to just relax and find creative outlets -Jack is just a really good guy -He gives up his lunch period to help kids who are struggling with their artwork -He's literally always in the art room -His class room looks like a tornado flew through it at all times -Paints and pencils and paper are just strewn about, and half the fun of the class is trying to weird objects Jack has lying about -When no one needs his help, Jack works on his own painting and all the students guess every day what this huge canvas is going to end up being until one day halfway through the semester, "holy shittt is that ms plumber??" -Immediately becomes the hottest ship of the school

Katherine -It was indeed Ms Plumber, but Jack made his students keep it a secret until the last day of school when he unveiled it to her, she cried. -She teaches journalism, sociology, and media studies to upperclassmen -Shes the teacher who tries to act strict and tough the first day of school, but by the second day she bursts into first period ten minutes late because "omg you guys I was driving here and on my way I saw the cutest little kitten" -Everyone loves her -She spends lunches working with people who have writers block because there is so much writing in her class but it's all worth it -With Jack spending every second of the day with his students, Katherine has one person a day go down to the art wing to make sure Jack is still alive and eating enough, everyday that student returns with a tiny cartoon of her -They're just so in love and the students love it

[jordmacwriting]

Masterlist

Requests: CLOSED

Updated: 5/15/19

Things I write for/requests

How to get tagged

Posting Schedule

Prompts

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

It Was All A Scheme

Goonies

Never Say Die Fic

Never Say Die Characters

Marvel

Peter Parker

Does He Know

FallingForYou

First Kisses

Forever Yours Fic

Part 1//Part 2//

Ghost Boy Fic

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//

Part 4

Part 5

Heartbreak Girl

I Didn’t Choose This

I Love Her, Tony

Imagination

Kid In Love

Mask Off

Never Be Alone Fic

Only US

Prom Asks

School Library

Secrets Fic

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Miles Tuck

Jesse Tuck

Partner in Crime Fic

Mean Girls

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Kevin G

Marwan Jitla

Tyler Kimble

Competition

Masquerade

Stupid With Love Fic

Stupid With Love//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//

Part 6

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Newsies

Friendsgiving

Halloween Horror Nights

Holidays with the Newsies

Modern Newsies

Modern Newsies Fam

Spooky Costumes

Romeo

Mush Meyers

The Creeps

Elmer Kasprzak:

Finch Cortes

Requested Fic

Crutchie Morris

Albert DaSilva

This Is Awkward

Requested Fic

Jack Kelly

Requested Fic

Spot Conlon

A Soft Spot

Cuddle Buddy

Cute Little Roommate

Dance With Me

I Promise, I’m Alright

Scary Movies Suck

Spot x Kelly!Reader

JoJo De La Guerra

Flower Thief

Hufflepuff Halloween

I Don’t Even Know Your Name

I Hate You...and Scary Movies

Marry Me?

Wanted

Davey Jacobs

A New Friend

Can We Dance

Dive

Embarrassed

Happier

Her Voice

Mosh Pits and Broken Noses

Nervous

No Need To Be Embarrassed

Not Your Fault

Oblivious

Study Break

Stupid With Love

To All Those I’ve Loved Before

August//September//October//November//December

October

November

December

What A Dork

Requested Fic

Racetrack Higgins

Anythin’

Are You Alright

Bad Pickup Lines

Beer Pong

Bracelet

Burning//Part 2//

Cain

Complete Strangers

Could You Be Any Closer

Did I Scare You

Firework Show

First Kiss

Happier

Good Kid

Halloween Horror Nights

Helpless

Hoodie

I’ll Stop When You Kiss Me

I’m Not Goin’ Anywhere

It’s Tradition

I Won’t Say I’m In Love

Jessie’s Girl

Knowing Me, Knowing You

New Years Eve

Peter Pan Kiss

Pikachu

Pride & Prejudice & Pulitizer

Prom Ditchers

Pulled//Crazier Than You

Race x Conlon!Reader

Race x Jacobs!Reader

Secret Love

She’s Not Afraid

So Annoying

Somebody Else

Someone In Brooklyn Misses You

Summer Break Fic

Summer Love

Talk Too Much

That’s My Kid Sister

This Girl

To Kiss A Girl

Truth or Dare

Wedding Crashers

Well....that’s tragic

Would You Cut It Out

You Scared

You’re Pretty Cute Doll//Part 2//

[jordmacwriting]

Oblivious-{d.j. x kelly!reader}

Author’s Note: here’s a little fic where Davey meets Jack’s little sister and is instantly like in love with her and Jack’s a bit protective at first, but then gives Davey his blessing and fluff and all that jazz...

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Requested: no

Warnings: nothing

Word Count: 1950

(Y/N) Kelly, Jack Kelly’s infamous little sister. You had always wanted to be a newsie, to go sell papes and have fun with the boys Jack loved so much. Jack had always been really protective of you, and the strike had just ended, so it took a little bit of convincing….but here you were, about to start your first day.

The boys all knew about you-Jack was always proud of his kid sister, so when you showed up with him, the boys all surrounded you. You had already met Crutchie, as he was one of Jack’s best friends, and you had seen the boys around the city, just never connecting names with faces.

Crutchie introduced you to every single boy that was there, except for the boy staying out of the crowd. He was tall, much taller than Jack. He had dark hair and hazel eyes.

Crutchie noticed you staring at the boy.

“That’s Davey, go talk to him.” he said, nudging you with his crutch.

You walked up to Davey and held out your hand.

“Davey, it’s nice to meet you,” you grinned. “I’m (Y/N), but I know you knew that.”

“Nice to meet you (Y/N),” the brunette said, shaking your hand with a firm grip.

“Davey, will you be a pal, and be (Y/N)’s sellin’ partner for da day? Show her da ropes and such...I’d do it myself, but….” Jack’s voice drowned out.

“Of course Jack.”

You bought your papes and Davey showed you where he usually selled.

“I’m really surprised Jack wasn’t more protective of me...I’d expect him to keep me away from all da boys.” you told Davey.

“Well, I’d understand if he had asked Race or Romeo to be your selling partner. But I’m a good friend of your brother’s, he probably trusts me enough to make sure you’re safe, and not to flirt with you.”

The two of you sold until lunch, when you went to lunch with Les.

Davey was ordering while Les talked to you.

“I’m surprised Davey is so calm around ya (Y/N). He’s really….how do I put this kindly, he’s awkward around girls. He gets all red, and stutters a lot. Pretty funny if we’re bein’ honest.”

You laughed at Les’s comment as Davey returned with some food.

You finished the food and then continued to sell papes until late. Davey walked you to the lodge, where Jack said you could stay know that you were an officially selling papes.

“Thanks for walkin’ me back, Davey. Jack’ll be grateful that ya made sure I had no run ins with da Delancey’s.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Davey responded.

Under the faint light of the moon, you could see a light flush on his cheeks. Maybe that’s what Les was talking about.

You arrived at the lodge, and it was quiet. Davey said nothing, and quickly walked off, leaving you at the doorstep by yourself.

You decided to go up to Jack’s “penthouse” and to talk to him about Davey.

“Good evenin’ (Y/N). Have a good first day sellin’, doll?” Race said, taking your hand into his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles.

Romeo ran up and took the other hand and did the same.

“Racer! Elmer! Leave my sister alone.” Jack said, making the boys jump and leave you alone.

“Thanks Jack.” you stated sarcastically, walking over to Jack and lightly punching him in the arm.

The two of you went up to the rooftop, where Crutchie already was fast asleep.

“Jack, are Davey and ya good friends?” you asked.

“I’d say we are...why?” he asked suspiciously.

“I just...I think..”

“(Y/N), I know where this is going. Davey’s a great guy, but I’d prefer that if you got feelins for any of da boys in da group, not him. In fact, not any of da boys. Just stay away from boys. They’re awful.”

“Jack, you’re a boy….”

“I know and I’ve been livin’ with a lot of boys for a long time. I know how awful these boys can be. I just….I don’t want ya gettin’ hurt. Imagine how that’d be at work….I feel like that if any of these boys hurt you, I couldn’t be friends with them.”

“Jack, I won’t get hurt I promise…..but Davey, doesn’t seem like da kind of guy that is a heartbreaker.”

“Well, Davey’s a different form of heartbreaker. He can’t express his feelins that well...he gets really uncomfortable around girls, especially ones that he likes. I could tell that he liked you from da minute you walked up. His eyes lit up, (Y/N), I’ve never seen him like that. It’s obvious, he couldn’t even talk to you the first five minutes you were there.”

“Jack, you’re crazy. There’s no way that Davey likes me. He was so comfortable with me, and held some good conversations.”

“(Y/N), you’re da crazy one.”

As you tried to sleep, Jack’s words rang through your brain. There’s no way that Davey liked you….you’re just a girl, a normal girl...who’s older brother was very protective. And he really did hold the conversation well, not blushing and stuttering like Les said….

There’s no way Jack was right.

The next morning, Jack set off early to meet with Davey. You were fast asleep, and he didn’t want to wake you. The circulation bell could do that, or Crutchie.

He got dressed and walked over to the Jacobs, knocking on the door softly.

Davey opened the door, half awake.

“Jack, what are you doing here?”

“You like her don’t ya….don’t ya Davey?” Jack smirked.

“Who, Jack?” Davey started to turn pink.

“My kid sister, who do ya think? C’mon, you can tell me.”

“I…..I...Jack, please don’t hurt me.” Davey started to flinch, and looked down at his feet.

“Why would I hurt ya Davey? Ya just have to promise me one thing, don’t hurt her,” Jack welcomed himself in. “Davey, she’s so oblivious to ya. She definitely likes you.”

Davey looked up from his feet.

“She...you think she does?”

“I think. She asked me about ya last night. I personally told her, don’t go for it. Don’t go for any of da boys. I can’t have her getting hurt. Promise me...promise me Davey, if ya tell her that ya like her like that, that ya won’t hurt her. Promise me ya won’t let her get hurt. ‘Cause if she does, than I might just have to hurt ya.”

“I promise Jack. I would never do a thing to hurt her or to put her in harm’s way.”

Jack left the house and started towards back to the lodge, knowing by the time he’d make it there, you’d be mad that he left without a word.

Meanwhile, Davey smiled and thought of how today at work would be different, now that he had Jack’s blessing.

“Jack Kelly! Ya can’t just leave without a word like that. Ya know, da boys told me ya do that a lot. Just leave! Like when ya didn’t come visit me for days after da strike started! Ya can’t do that to people!” you yelled as you saw Jack walking towards the lodge.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)....” he said smirking. “To make up for it, I think you’ll like work today.”

“What did ya do? Do I even want to know?” you questioned.

“You’ll see.”

You walked with the boys and Jack to the paper stand, where Les and Davey stood waiting. The minute Davey saw you, his eyes lit up and he smiled ear to ear. Les looked up and started to say something, and immediately Davey covered his mouth and glared at the boy, causing you to snicker. All the boys noticed something, Davey liked you, and you liked Davey. As they all realized this, they got the same collective awe in their face, gasping a little bit one by one.

You however…..you were oblivious to everything and didn’t even notice all the boys reactions.

You bought your papes and waited for Davey to get his.

Les ran up to you with a toothy grin on his face.

“Davey said that he thinks you’re a doll.” he said, then ran back to Jack, who was selling with him.

You were confused and in awe, but smiled at Les’s joke.

“What’s got you smiling, (Y/N)?” Davey said as he approached you.

“Nothin’, just Les.” you replied.

You looked up at the tall brunette, who was wearing the same smile as before. His cheeks were pink and his eyes glittered a bit.

“Ah Les, always putting smiles on girls faces.” Davey said.

You smiled and walked with Davey to his selling spot, and worked for the rest of the day, yelling fake headlines like Jack had taught you. Jack had taught you the perfect way to sell papes, saying that Davey had too much integrity to fake a headline and lie to the people...and after meeting Davey, you had to agree.

Hours passed, and it was time to go back to the lodge. Davey said that he would walk you back again.

The walk back was quiet, but a different kind of quiet. Halfway through the stroll, you felt Davey started to move closer to you, slowly moving his hand towards yours, and finally, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. You looked up at him, but could only make out his silhouette.

While this was a big deal to you, you believed it meant nothing to Davey. Maybe he wasn’t as quiet and awkward around girls as Les and Jack said. Maybe this was something that he did a lot.

You approached the lodge, and silently wished for more time with Davey. At the door, he stood, holding your hand in his.

The door opened and Elmer, JoJo, Race and Albert popped their heads out.

“We’ve been waitin’ all night for ya to come back with our darlin’ doll (Y/N). Ya treat her good, make sure no Delancey’s were after her?” Race questioned, getting in between you and Race.

“Yes Race, I made sure no Delancey’s were going after her.” Davey said, exasperated.

“Well then….ya gonna kiss her or what?” Elmer said.

In the dim light, Davey went red, and you couldn’t deny that you were equally as red.

“Are you that oblivious (Y/N)? C’mon Davey told likes ya.” JoJo said.

“And (Y/N) feels da same way ‘bout you Davey.” Albert said matter of factly.

By some miracle, Jack showed up, stopping the four boys from heckling you any longer.

“C’mon ya four, get outta here. Leave ‘em alone!” Jack said.

The four boys walked back into the lodge, and Jack closed the door, leaving you and Davey alone in the dark.

“Is...is that true Davey?” you said.

You looked up at him, not seeing him as well as you did when the door was open, but you could see him moving closer to you.

“Yeah...it is,” he replied. “Is...is it true...for you?”

“Yeah, it is.” you smirked.

He looked down at you, and you felt his hands on the small of your back. You stood on your toes, knowing that you’d have to make the move if you really wanted anything else to happen. Your face got closer to his, and pressed your lips on his, quickly pecking him, then opening the door and rushing in, closing it fast.

Jack was on the other side of the door, waiting for you to come back in. You leaned against the door and smiled.

“You chose a good one, (Y/N).”

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[jordmacwriting]

Stupid With Love-{modern d.j. x reader}

Author’s Note: so this is a song fic lightly based off of Stupid With Love, but a different type of song fic than I usually do and it’s pretty short and might be pretty cringe(and just for some background, Davey is like Cady and you’re like Aaron)

Masterlist

Song: Stupid With Love from Mean Girls

Requested: no

Warnings: majorly dorky Davey and it might just be so dorky its cringe

Word Count: 412

Davey was new to school, and the minute he walked into his math class, his eyes were on you. He felt his cheeks flush, and a shy smile started to form as he sat behind you.

The boy had never been good with the whole “girl” thing. He didn’t have a whole lot of luck with love. By the time he was thirteen, he decided that it might just be a good idea to give up the whole idea altogether. He decided to focus on school more, especially math. He was quite good at math.

But looking at you, maybe he could give that whole love thing another try.

“Do you have an eraser?” you asked this new boy that sat behind you.

He turned around, a slight pink in his cheeks. His eyes were filled with light when your eyes locked.

“I would love to…” the boy said.

You gave a look of confusion and he looked down, you becoming even more confused, and turned around.

You went back to work, and an eraser plopped on your desk. You looked back to see the new boy smiling at you.

“Thanks. I’m (Y/N).” you said to him.

“I’m Davey.”

“Nice to meet you Davey.”

He quickly turned around again.

Thank you math for introducing me to this girl, Davey thought to himself.

You turned around and pointed to the board where a question sat, waiting for everybody in the class to answer it individually.

“Is it two?” you questioned Davey, who you thought looked very smart.

“Yes!” he beamed.

You turned around wondering who this dorky, smart...but cute guy was and where he came from.

Davey continued to think to himself, about how math was such a good thing. This math class was a good thing, if only he was as good at love as he was with math. Oh...and how gorgeous you were.

The two of you continued to work on the problems the teacher assigned individually, until he said that you could work with a partner. You immediately turned around to Davey, hoping he could help you understand this difficult thing called math.

“Two over zero is undefined!” the both of you said together when you finished a problem.

“Jinx!” you smirked at him.

He just laughed.

Davey watched as you smiled and casually tossed your hair over your shoulder, than went back to work.

I learned math, so I can learn love, he thought.

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[jordmacwriting]

Mosh Pits and Broken Noses-{modern!d.j. x reader}

Author’s Note: here’s a Davey fic based off an AU I found! pretty short and high key predictable and cheesy

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Requested: no

AU: ‘I broke your nose at a mosh pit’

Warnings: cheesiness, blood and alcohol

Word Count: 392

It was a blur. Too much alcohol, your friends hyping you up. The mosh pit started to form and you immediately shot to the center.

The club was blasting music. There was no way anybody was sober. You continued to jump around and some of your friends were hesitant about the mosh pit.

You motioned for them to come closer.

They knew you, and that there was no way out of the mosh pit, and they knew that they wouldn’t be able to get you out for a while.

They joined you in the center, and jumped around with you. You tried to dancing in the tight space when you heard a crack.

“That can’t be good.” one of your friends said.

You spun around and saw a tall boy holding onto his nose.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry.”

Two of his friends join his side.

“It’s all good. Complete accident ya know?” he slightly chuckled.

Blood was seeping through his fingers.

“Oh my gosh. Here, sit down.” you said.

His friends and you walked alongside him to a table. You grabbed some napkins and gave them to the boy.

“Hey, Specs, do you want to check this out.” one of his friends said.

Another one of his friends ran over and made the boy move his hand away from his nose.

“This is Davey by the way.” his other friend said, pointing to the boy.

“(Y/N).”

After a short inspection, Specs moved away from Davey.

“There’s a possibility that it’s broken, but we won’t know until we go to the doctor. Come on Dave.”

“Let me come with. It’s my fault this happened.”

So you joined the four boys to the hospital.

You learned on the way that one of the boys was Jack and the other was Davey’s little brother, Les.

In the waiting room, you sat by Davey.

“Listen, Davey, I’m so sorry that this happened.”

“No, it’s all good (Y/N). I mean you broke my nose, but it’s all good.”

“How about I make it up to you.”

Davey looked at you with a questioning look.

“How about a date next Friday?” you suggested.

Davey immediately nodded.

“That sounds fantastic.”

Davey scooted closer to you and took your hand in his and in that moment you couldn’t be more grateful for mosh pits and broken noses.

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[jordmacwriting]

No Need To Be Embarrassed-modern!Davey x Reader

Author’s Note: Anotha Davey based off an AU I found(thank you whoever you are that created this!) And this is pretty short btw.

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Word Count: 383

AU: ‘Imagine person A trying to secretly kiss person B’s cheek while they’re asleep but B shifts and A accidentally kisses their mouth and pulls back flustered and looks down at a wide eyed B who pulls them back for a real kiss’

Davey and you had been amazing friends for years. The two of you grew up together. He was a typical boy next door. And since the beginning of your freshman year, you had liked him.

The two of you were in the same friend group. And all of the boys in your friend group knew of your little crush on Davey. You had to bribe them to secrecy.

But little did you know, Davey had to do the same thing.

The two of you were hanging out at your house, having a movie marathon. You were wearing sweats, your hair pulled up into a bun, glasses on the bridge of your nose. You didn’t consider yourself the prettiest at the time, but Davey thought you were gorgeous.

It was getting late and you were getting tired. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and started to doze off while Davey continued to watch the movie. He looked over at you and thought of how cute you are.

Knowing that you probably wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, he decided to take off, but before he did, he turned to you and crouched near you. He breathed in, trying to gain some courage. He moved his face and started to go near your cheek to give you a quick kiss. But you were the type of sleeper that tosses and turns while you slept, so just as he was about to reach your cheek, you face turned perfectly just for him to kiss the corner of your lips.

From the slight touch of your lips, your eyes opened wide to see Davey red as a beet and completely flustered and embarassed. But you...you were just thinking about how Davey had just kissed you.

“(Y/N)....oh my...I’m so sorry, that was a total accident. I just….I wanted to kiss….your cheek…. And, and you shifted and then all of a sudden.”

You quickly shifted your body and grabbed the back of Davey’s head and pulled him back towards you to shut his blabbering up. Your lips touched and butterflies flew around in your stomach. Davey pulled away and blushed even more.

“Good night, (Y/N).” he said as he started for the door.

“Good night, David,” you said. “No need to be embarrassed.”

[jordmacwriting]

Happier-{modern d.j. x reader}

Author’s Note: this is a song fic for Davey! it’s kind of sad, i honestly can’t tell from rereading it, it might be pretty cringey in reality

Masterlist

Song: Happier by Ed Sheehan

Requested: no

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Word Count: 748

Walking down 29th and park

I saw you in another's arms

Only a month we've been apart

You look happier

Davey walked around the street, wrapped up in a coat. It was a cold January night. He breathed into his hands, trying to warm them up, and then continued to rub them together. He looked up when he heard a familiar laugh, ringing through his ears. He looked up from the street to see you, with someone new. He had his arms around you, holding you tight in the cold.

Davey and you had only been over for a month. He hadn’t moved on, he couldn’t move on. Because he would always love you. But you….he guessed that was a different story.

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

Your smile was wide, and another laugh rang out, shaking Davey’s core. He watched as you pressed your lips against the new guy’s. The two of you walked into a bar, holding each other close.

She’s happier without me….

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain't nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal baby

If you're moving on with someone new

Davey didn’t mean for the break up to happen. He never would leave you, and he made that clear to you for the year and a half you dated. But priorities started to change, as he was a senior in college. He was always studying, and if he wasn’t, he was out with his friend group, getting drunk, and coming back home late. Before this started to happen, the two of you were happy, and everybody could see that.

But people change. Davey changed, you changed, and it was too much for him.

He didn’t mean to hurt you, he never wanted to, but sometimes, that happens.

Davey started to walk away from the street, your laugh haunting him.

If she’s moving on….that’s fine...he thought to himself, as tears slowly formed in his eyes.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I'll feel it too

And until then I'll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“Davey, it was inevitably going to happen. And sometime, you’re going to find someone new. That’s the way it goes.” Davey’s best friend Jack said.

Davey went out with his friends to drown his sorrows, and he faked a smile. Sure, he’d find someone different, someone new. But it wouldn’t be you.

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything's reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier

Aren't you?

Davey got home late that night. He wasn’t completely drunk, but he wasn’t thinking completely straight.

He pulled out old pictures of the two of you, and grabbed a bottle of alcohol from his fridge.

He continued to swig from the bottle, looking at pictures, the liquor stinging his throat, and hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

She’s happier without me, I wasn’t good enough for her.

These thoughts pounded in Davey’s head as he continued to drink.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain't nobody need you like I do

I know that there's others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

He knew what he’d done. He knew that he hurt you. He knew that others would treat you better, that they wouldn’t hurt you like he did. But he was always going to be in love with you.

Baby you look happier, you do

I knew one day you'd fall for someone new

But if he breaks your heart like lovers do

Just know that I'll be waiting here for you

The next morning, he woke up with a pounding headache. He left his house wrapped in his coat and walked the streets to a coffee shop. Across the street, there you stood with your boyfriend. You looked up and looked in Davey’s eyes. It was an awkward glance, but neither of you could look away. You gave a small smile and broke the stare by grabbing your boyfriend’s hand and walking away.

Davey knew that he’d be there for you in case this new boy of yours hurt you, and you knew that as well.

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[jordmacwriting]

Dive-{modern d.j. x reader)

Author’s Note: ayyyy another song fic for Davey that’s kind of all over the place(sorryyyyyy)

Masterlist

Song: Dive by Ed Sheeran

Requested: no

Warnings: nothing

Word Count: 657

Maybe I came on too strong

Maybe I waited too long

Maybe I played my cards wrong

Oh just a little bit wrong

Baby I apologise for it

You were quite a flirt, especially towards your best friend Davey. The two of you were in the same friend group and known each other for what felt like forever. Whenever you flirted with him, the boy would get red-redder than you had seen anything be. The boys in your friend group all told you that Davey liked you, and you didn’t doubt them about it. You liked him as well, but he didn’t know that.

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

I've been known to give my all

And jumping in harder than

10,000 rocks on the lake

The boys would tell you about what he said about you. Things like him admitting that he liked you a lot, and that he was scared of getting hurt, and that you were just messing with him. He talked about how he knew that he would give his all in this relationship

So don't call me baby

Unless you mean it

And don't tell me you need me

If you don't believe it

So let me know the truth

Before I dive right into you

One day, you were with him, and were flirting with him, just as you always did. He’d start to blush and stutter and you could tell that he was nervous. You put the icing on the cake by calling him baby. It was something you’d do often, knowing it’d make him become puddy in your hands.

This time, when you called him baby, you started to walk away. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him in a swift motion.

“You have to stop doing that (Y/N).”

“Doing what, Davey?” you smirked.

“Stop calling me baby, and stop flirting, unless you mean something by it.” he said sternly.

You're a mystery

I have travelled the world

And there's no other girl like you, no one

What's your history?

Do you have a tendency to lead some people on?

Cause I heard you do

He knew about your flirting tendencies, how you flirted with a lot of people...almost anyone that you felt like. You led a lot of guys on, not meaning to of course.

But Davey was done with the flirting if it just meant he’d be in the pile of guys that you had played and messed with.

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

And I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

And I've been known to give my all

And lie awake, every day

Don't know how much I can take

“Listen, (Y/N). I like you, I have for a long time. But everytime you flirt, and you say flirty things to me….or call me baby, I fall harder. And I’m not going to fall anymore if you mean nothing by it.”

I could fall or I could fly

Here in your aeroplane

I could live, I could die

Hanging on the words you say

I've been known to give my all

Sitting back, looking at

Every mess that I made

Your (Y/E/C) eyes looked deeply into his emerald eyes. You were silent towards what he said. You knew you could say something-how you meant every word that you had said to him.

In the back of his mind, he was believing that he had just made a mess of your friendship, and that you were really just going to lead him on.

Suddenly, you pulled him down into a passionate kiss, his hands going to the small of your back and yours on his neck, fingers twirling his hair.

“Oh David, I meant every word.”

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