#i love davey; hope he trips and eats shit

[tearfulobsidian]

# hello, david. :)

AH ! A MUPPET OF A MAN !

# davey dreamboat, in all his revamped glory … the welcome home kick is hitting quite hard. ideally, there will be more art of him soon … i like him. davey works as an welcome home oc, but also works as a standalone, which is very nice !

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home oc #wh oc #davey dreamboat #digital art #oc art #he is … such a guy #i love davey; hope he trips and eats shit #said affectionately #:) yeah

[axelwassup]

This is a David and Angel one like I said in my last post on how I got in a fight with my sister and how I said I was going to make a fic about it but I didn't say that I was going to add a plot to it so yeah I'm doing a plot hope you enjoy😃👍🏼

Tw: mention of self-harm, curse words, car accident

It can't be...

Angel went to their parents house to visit them and stay there for a couple of nights. They didn't know that their parents also invited their 3 siblings so they all could catch up.

Angel never had a good relationship with their parents when they were young but that changed a lot once they got old. Their siblings and they were on good terms when they were growing up they were close but still got into fights here in there.

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Angel

"bye Davey I'll be back in a few days!" I said while getting the rest of my thing and walking out the door.

But before I could he grabbed my hand turned me around and kissed me. This wasn't the first time he's done that. He'd do it when I was leaving some where. Like when I went on that trip for a week.

"you sure you have everything?" David said not wanting me to leave anything behind. "Yup!! I have everything!" I told him. I was excited to see my parents after a long time. We would talk here and there but never really visited each other as much.

"I'm off! Love you Davey!!" I said to David giving him a kiss. "Love you too Angel. Be safe." David said while he let me go. "I will!" I said to him while getting into my car giving him a wave and getting one in return.

I smiled then drove off. I was smiling the whole way there playing my favorite songs that reminded me of Davey. My parents house is 1 hour away sense I moved into the empowered side of Dahlia with Davey. They didn't know that David was empowered. I never told anyone in my family. Not even my closest friends from diapers!

The only thing I told them when I first met David was that "oh! I met this really cute guy! He seems nice!" The reason why I told them was because they'd bully me about "not having a boyfriend" and how "I was going to stay lonely forever because I couldn't find the right person I'm willing to marry and have kids with one day." The first time I introduced them to David their jaws dropped.

After that day they wanted to get to know him more sense there all over protective and don't want any of us to get heart broken but they trust him now that they got to know him more.

I introduced him to my parents and they seem to like him! They think that we were meant for each other! Yeah my dad and brother didn't like him at first but after some interrogation from them they started to get along! Mainly my brother sense he told me that " if your ever going to date a guy ask him this one question! And then I'll accept him!" He would say and my response would always be "oh yeah and what is that question?!...I swear if you say-" I would say untill he would cut me off and say "can he, she or they cook"

I would curse at him and tell him to fuck off. That I don't need a someone to cook me shit. And then he'd call me out like I'd only eat ramen and pop tarts every week when I was back in college and do nothing more then eat, sleep, and study.

When I got into a relationship with Michael my brother never liked him. He said that he got a bad vibe from him. I should have listened to him then because after that break up I was a wreak.

I was all cought up in my thoughts that I haven't even noticed that I was pulling into the neighborhood that I grew up in. I was letting my feet and hands do all the work while I was just in my thoughts. How? I don't know?

I started to see familiar houses. They may have changed a little bit but that was ok sense I grew up in this neighborhood! It still looked the same! Well at least to me.

As I started to get to the house I grew up in I could see that there was two cars in the driveway and they looked so familiar.

I parked my car just Infront of my parents house. As I was walking up the stairs I could hear some laughter. The same laughter I heard as a child. It was my dad!

Just hearing my dad made me feel kinda like home. And I say kinda cuz Davey's not here. I quickly run up the stairs exited to see him after some years of not seeing each other.

Knock knock.

I could hear footsteps heading twords the door and as the person got closer I got even more excited I just couldn't wait!

The door swings open to reveal that the person at the door wasn't someone I was expecting so I stood there shocked.

It was my brother!

"Hey!" My brother said hugging me. "Hi! I didn't expect to see you?! How have you been?!" I said hugging him back.

"I've been good!.. where's you bags? Are you not staying??" My brother said with this confused look on his face. "Oh I left it in my car unless this was the wrong house!" I said while chuckling a little. I could just imagine to myself if this was the wrong house and I just show up with my suitcases like a crazy person.

"Oh! That makes a lot of sense!" He said laughing. "Alright I'll be right back with my things!" I said while walking back to my car. "Here let me help you!" My brother said I was about to protest but didn't sense he wouldn't back down and still help me.

Once we got all of our things and got into the house and said hi to my 2 sisters and my parents and hugged them we started to cook. I knew a lot of things to cook know sense Davey taught me. They were surprised when I told them what I could make. "Years ago you would just be my helper and once you got older you didn't know what to cook but your raman and Pop tarts" my brother said raising his eye brow.

"it must be that boyfriend David!" My sister said in a teasing voice. "Oh fuck off raman and Pop tarts lasted me that long and hey I'm still living aren't I?! AND!! You would have done the same thing if you were me!" I said giving them a glare for them to shut up.

"yeah but we're not you!" My little sister said looking up from her phone from the kitchen table. "Your one to talk! Your not even doing anything!" I said to her while she just laughed. "So your saying that you boyfriend David teaching you how to cook is a bad thing???!" She said still laughing.

"at least I have a loving and caring boyfriend that could teach me thing! You don't even have a boyfriend! Not even in you ENTIRE life!" I said laughing and giving her a chicky glare.

"HEY!!" She said her face red like a tomato. Everyone started to laugh. "You guys are so annoying!" She said. " Oh you want to talk about annoying?!" I said raising an eyebrow.

"No! I really don't smartass!!" She said laughing. "Ha see that I am smart! Someone just proved it!" I said a chicky grin on my face. She stuck her tung out at me and I did the same. It was something we would do as kids when ever we would get mad at one another or just do it in a playful way.

After we were done eating dinner we played some games and I won some and lost some.

It was like that for a couple of days that I had stayed there but this night was one that I would remember...

"MAN! That food was good!" I said with a big smile on my face. "I told you that was a good restaurant!" My sister added.

We got back to my parents house and started to talk. My little sister left the kitchen because she had something to do and my brother also left sense he got a call from someone important so it was just me and my sister. She was 2 years older then me but we were close when we were younger and told each other everything!

"Hey.. remember when we were younger and you told me something..? Like when you told me that you always hated me and stuff...? And when I asked you why you were telling me you just said that you were being honest..?" I said to her afraid to bring it up. It was something that happened years ago. But it always stuck with me. I never stopped thinking about it. I didn't want to bring it up at the time because she was older and stronger when we were younger but now that I'm older and strong enough to take anything I though it would be right. I mean she was always out of town and she never had time to talk to anyone.

"yeah..why?" She asked a confused look on her face as why I asked about it. "Well I just wanted to know why..? I mean why did you hate me? Was it something I did? Something I said? Like what did I do to make you hate me..?" I said looking her in the eyes. I'm pretty sure that if I brought it up back then I would be looking down.

'i don't know? You just pissed me off that's all." She said laughing a little. "Is that all..?" I said with a stern voice. "I mean yeah..?" She said. "So I went through all that trouble because I just pissed you off..?!" I said try not to raise my voice.

"hey is it my fault that you did piss me off?!" She said also try not to raise her voice but I've known her this long know that any moment she'll start explode.

"I've tried EVERYTHING to be a good sibling to you but did that work?! NO!" I screamed at her holding back a little bit.

"WELL I NEVER ASKED YOU TO TRY-" She screamed back but I quickly cut her off. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME TO BUT I STILL DID!! WHY BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE FOR YOU! MY WHOLE LIFE I HAD TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR ASS AND WHAT DID I GET IN RETURN?!" I screamed waiting for a response. "WHAT? TELL ME WHAT YOU GOT!" she tried to say in a calm voice yet it was no use sense she still screamed it.

"OH IM SO GLAD YOU ASK!" I said with a fake smile looking at her. "I GOT YOUR BULLSHIT!!! THATS WHAT I FUCKING GOT!"I said to her not holding back anymore.

"Oh?! MY BULLSHIT?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU THAT MADE YOU THINK WAS BULLSHIT?!" She screamed back at me.

"YOU FUCKING DO SHIT THAT PISSES ME OFF AND I DON'T SAY SHIT! YOU BITCH! GUESS WHY THE HELL (TW) I SELF-HARMED MYSELF BECAUSE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT!!" I screamed hot tears running down my cheeks.

When even I was mad I would always cry because it was the only way I could release frustration.

"I HATE YOU!" My sister said.

"I HATE YOU EVEN MORE!! SOMETIMES YOUR SO FUCKING HARD TO RESPECT!! I HATE YOU!!" I said slamming my fist on the table and walking to the room that I was staying passing my two siblings and parents that I didn't realize were there.

Once I left the room I could hear my sister talking to my parents but I didn't care.

"Where are you going?" My mom asked. She looked like she wanted to cry. Like she never wanted her children to turn out like this.

"sorry ma...I'm going home.." I said looking away from her. "Mkay then..." She said giving me a hug and kiss on the forehead.

I felt another pair of arms hugging me and it was my dad. My family members always said that my brother and I looked more like my dad then my mom.

"I'm sorry.." I said pulling away from their hug.

"I'm leaving early...I'll text you guys when I get home.." I said turning around opening that door.

"hey. We love you kiddo." My dad said. "Love you too" I said back.

I shut the door behind me walking to my car. Why does she always have to do this! I thought to myself.

I still wasn't calm down. I put on music in my car and started to drive. Hot tears running down my cheeks like they did when I was fighting with my sister. She'd always been a bitch to me and I've tried to make a good relationship with her. and I did!Yet that relationship was fake...I should have known..

I wiped at my tears harshly. why should I be crying?! why..? Why? WHY!

I kept wiping my tears harshly to the point that my eyes hurt but I didn't care.. I was in so much pain I didn't care about anything.

I was too focused on my thoughts I didn't hear my phone ringing until it rang multiple times.

I saw that it was David I was going to pick it up but I didn't in time before the phone hung up..

Than it rang again..and again...and again..

I could hear the phone ringing people screaming.

"call the cops!" Someone screamed.

"someone get that assholes license plate!" Another person screamed.

"I got their license plate already so don't worry about it! Just get the damn cops over here!" Someone else yelled.

I heard people screaming but I couldn't understand them. My ears were ringing. I just wanted it to stop... And it did and it went black...

.

.

.

.

It was like I woken up in heaven? But it was just... white...?

"were am I?"I said.

"your in a white room" A voice said.

It sounded familiar? But it wasn't a voice that I grew up with.

"Gabe?" I said. I was unsure. No that's silly David's dad died years ago..

"That's right" The voice said. I turned around..and there he was.. standing in front of me..like really there.. and with his wife! David's mom!

"H-how...is this possible..?! Am I dead?! Does this mean I'm never going to see David again?!" I said tears running down my face again.

David's mom gave me a hug and then his dad...but it felt so real like they were there and alive..?! "Your not fully dead.." his mom said. Not fully...dead?

"what do you mean fully dead..?" I asked my eyes widening.

"That means that your still breathing." Gabe said while him and his wife pulled away from the hug. "How could I go back before I die?!" I said. "We don't know..." Said Gabe.

"I have to get back to David! He was calling me when the crash happened and I was going to pick it up but I couldn't! Is that a good thing because if I did pick it up he would have heard the crash! But then again I didn't pick up the phone so he must be worried because I usually pick up!"

I started to ramble but Gabe cut me off. "You have to get back there and get to him. Show him that your okay. He won't care if you picked up his calls or not. Hell he'll probably get into a crash if he hears what happens to you and tries to drive over here!" He said chuckling a little.

"yeah I guess" I said also chucking. "Do you know how to get back?" I asked. "I think you have to remember all of the nice times you've had with people that you love." He said.

I tried to think about every good memory I had with my friends, family, and David..

David was the most important thing in my life right now and don't get me wrong I love my family but it seemed like David was more important..no one has ever loved me like him...

He didn't make me feel insecure, he didn't make me feel worthless, he made me feel like a person..

He made me feel loved...

-

David

"Chill out David their probably doing something with their family and have their phone on silent. I mean it is 10:30 pm they might be asleep?" Asher said trying to calm his best friend down

"I know the time but they haven't texted back like they said they would..that's not like them...and they can't be asleep I know them well enough to know that for a fact.." David said putting his phone up to his ear once more.

"David you need to chill out" Asher said looking at David with worried eyes. David hated when he did that because when ever he did do that David would put whatever he was doing down so David just turned away facing the kitchen where they had half eaten brownies laying on the kitchen island that they had baked almost an hour ago.

After Asher saw that the look he gave his Alpha didn't work he plopped down on the couch and started to switch channel to channel just like David tried to call Angel again and again.

He kept switching thought the channels untill one cought his eye.

A car crash..?

He thought. He was worried since he knew were the crash happened. It was near the grocery store were they most of the pack went.

"a car crash here in front of --- street were a drunk driver crashed into a innocent civilian trying to get home. Coming into you Ben." The lady said

"thank you Anna. As you heard there is a car crash and you could see behind me." The reporter continued on.

"David.. you might want to see this.." Asher said. He recognized a familiar car and that's when he realized.

"Asher not right now." David said still not facing his friend. " No David..you need to see this right now!" Asher said. "ASH I SAID NOT RIGHT NO-" David said turning around but stoped mid sentence once he saw the TV screen.. his mate's car was messed up..

It was a wreck...there was blood..and over all it looked like a crime scene.

"it can't be.." he muttered.

Then he saw the bottom of the screen.

It seems that the victim of the car is ----

It was his Angel..his Angel was the one in the car..the car that they were showing..the car that looked like a crime scene..it was theirs..

David dropped his phone got his keys and ran out. Asher running right behind him.

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That's were I'm ending it right now but I will be making a part 2 really soon!

#redacted asmr #redacted davey #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #david shaw

[cherrypieships]

the amusement park: chapter one

A/N: Hi all! This is my first fic posted here on my self ship blog! I’m really proud of this story, it’s gonna be a two-parter.

Ship: davey jacobs x pepper simmons (s/i), featuring my best friend V and my gf Khourey and their respective f/os, race higgins and jack kelly!

Summary: Some of the newsies head to Canobie lake's haunted house/amusement park. Pepper and Davey are the only non-couple.

The backseat of Race’s mom’s minivan was one of the last places Pepper wanted to be at 7 o’clock on a Friday morning. Yet here she was, awaiting their arrival to Canobie Lake Park’s annual Screemfest as she got crammed in next to Davey Jacobs.

Not that she disliked Davey. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Pepper liked Davey a whole lot. And that was exactly the problem. Here she was, in such close proximity to him that their knees knocked together every time Violet hit a pothole, harbouring a gigantic crush on her best friend. And everyone in the car knew beside him. And they were totally fifth- and sixth-wheeling on this trip.

It was fine.

Besides, Pepper was willing to endure a few hours pining quietly if it meant she could go on some sick roller coasters. So she sucked it up and tucked quietly into her seat.

Mickey turned around from the middle row and handed Pepper a piece of her chocolate croissant. “You cold back there?” She asked, wild red curls framing her face as she spoke.

After popping the pastry into her mouth, Pepper shrugged. “I’m fucking always cold.”

Jack tugged his hat up from where it rested over his eyes. “That is a fair point, she is always cold.” He said pointedly, and yelped when Pepper flicked the back of his head.

“I have poor circulation, dickhead.” She whined.

Race snickered from the passenger seat. “Good thing my dickhead doesn’t have poor circulation.” He quipped.

Though Pepper couldn’t see it, she could feel Violet rolling their eyes at their boyfriend. “I’m gonna file for divorce, Race.” They picked up their coffee and took a brief sip. “And I’m taking the kids.”

Beside her, Davey was digging around in the duffel bag he’d brought for the ride. He’d described it to Pepper as a ‘Minor Catastrophe Bag’, with a tiny first aid kit, nail clippers, some snacks, ibuprofen, pads, and a pair of tweezers. As much as she would have loved to gently bully him for being such a mother hen, she knew she’d be thanking him later through an inevitable headache. He straightened, finally, and emerged with a sweater. “Um, if you’re really cold,” He held it out to her. “You can wear this. It’s my backup but I’m pretty warm.” He said.

Pepper took the sweater in both hands with a gentle smile, trying to ignore the soft brush of his fingertips against hers. “You sure?” As much as she would love to immediately engulf herself in his clothes, it was Mid-October and she didn’t want to steal Davey’s source of warmth from him.

Like usual, he waved off her gentle concern. “I have my jacket and I’m wearing layers.” He explained, pushing the sweater towards her.

She took it in her hands, hoping and praying that the heat in her face wasn’t visible. “If you insist.” The teasing was playful, as it always had been. Their friendship had existed for years, the product of a few friend groups merging and discovering that they fit like puzzle pieces. Davey always gave up his cherry Starbursts to Pepper because they were her favorite. Pepper let Davey borrow her favorite poetry books. They spent summers at the pool together. Had napped, cried, laughed, celebrated together for what seemed like forever.

So why did wearing his clothes make her so much more flustered than anything before?

She slid the sweater on, enveloping herself in his scent- oh Christ she was dying- and did actually feel much better. Even though the dark blue didn’t exactly match her outfit.

Davey smiled at her. “When will you learn to dress for the weather?” He admonished gently.

“That’s why I keep you around.” Pepper said, rather than admitting that she was just forgetful and liked her outfit too much.

“Davey’s new occupation: Pepper’s coat rack.” Violet chimed in, handing their phone to Race to switch the song that was playing.

Davey sighed. “I’m really putting that college education to good use.”

The rest of the car ride went by relatively quickly, much to Pepper’s delight. They hopped out into the cool autumn air, cracked their cramped joints, and headed into the park. Davey thankfully left most of his supplies in the trunk of the minivan (save for the ibuprofen he’d managed to sneak into Pepper’s purse just in case), so they’d made it through security and into the place without much fuss as well.

Jack, ever the natural born leader of the bunch, snagged a map and immediately started planning their route for the day. He unfurled it in front of the group and, as Mickey curled into his side, eyed the pathways and rollercoasters thoughtfully. “So do you guys wanna start at the front and work our way back? Or the other way around?”

There was a beat of silence as everyone worked the thought over. “We should just head towards the back, I think everyone’s gotta start testing the rides first anyway.” Mickey piped up first.

Davey nodded. “Gives us more time.” He added.

They made the trek towards the back of the park, Mickey and Jack leading with the map.

Race sidled up beside Pepper and hip-checked her. “You been to these haunted houses before?” He asked, making reference to the night-time festivities. Once the sun set, the park released creepily-costumed actors to scare those who stayed, and previously blocked-off areas were transformed into small haunted houses. Truthfully, Pepper had never been to any haunted house, let alone ones set up at an amusement park.

So, she shook her head. “It’s my first haunted house, actually.” Something she’d confided in Mickey and Vi about.

Race feigned a gasp. “Well ain’t this a hell of a place to start!” He elbowed her, and she returned the gesture, their own weird little handshake.

“Are you serious?” Davey asked, his own elbow catching her shoulder, fucking ow, he’s bony.

Pepper nodded. “I was too scared when I was a kid, and then when I stopped being a baby, all that stuff with my mom happened, so I just never went.”

Davey hummed in acknowledgement, evidently eager to skip past the whole ‘my-mom-is-ill’ conversation. “Ah, well. If you need a buddy, I’m sure we’ll be left alone. Together.” He said, his head tilting to their friends, who had once again broken off into couples, leaving them to their own devices.

Shoving the impending smile down, she nodded. “I’m sure we will.”

“Well, we have a good, um,” He checked the watch on his wrist (the one with the brown leather strap that he wore with every outfit, even if Pepper told him it didn’t match, or that it was too clunky.) “Like, ten hours before we need to even think about that.”

She crumpled into a fit of giggles. “Perfect. I’m sure we’ll spend that time wisely.” She swatted his arm as he shoved his watch in front of her face.

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They did not.

Six and a half hours later, the group stood in line at one of the concession stands, staring at the menu and nodding to the song playing in the background; some mid-2010s Kesha track that was making Vi go absolutely crazy.

Jack squinted at the chalkboard. “They don’t even have chicken tenders here?” He nudged Race. “They don’t even have chicken tenders here.”

Race nodded slowly, also squinting. Pepper wondered, briefly, if the pair needed glasses or if they were just trying to look contemplative. “Mickey’s gonna call it homophobic, you know.” He said.

“It is!” Mickey called dutifully from the table they had snagged for the gang to inevitably sit at. “I’ll take some cheese fries though!” To which Jack nodded and stepped up to the worker behind the plexiglass, beginning to list off the group’s orders.

Vi’s voice floated through Pepper’s ears. “Oh what a shame that you came here with someone,” they approached her, eyes closed and hands up by their shoulders as they got all the way into their performance. “My god, if they have candy apples at a stall somewhere, I’m gonna go buckwild.” They said suddenly, snapping out of their trance to stare at Pepper expectantly.

Before she could say anything, though, Davey stole the words from her mouth. “You are allergic to apples, V.” He chided, maybe more kindly than Pepper would have put it, but she was willing to overlook it for the sake of the way a small smile pulled at his mouth.

Violet dropped their hands. “Only a little bit.” They argued.

“A little bit allergic.” Davey repeated, and Pepper pressed her lips together firmly to fight off the grin at the exasperation in his voice.

“To apples, yes.” They nodded, and, evidently done with arguing, turned to keep Mickey company at the table.

Davey turned to Pepper, disbelief crossing his features. “Can you believe-”

“Yes.” She cut him off. “Yes I absolutely can believe it.” Pepper said, digging through her memory of the times V had pulled some similar shit; eating eleven mozzarella sticks despite their lactose intolerance, buying a Panic! At The Disco vinyl despite wanting Brendon Urie dead, and spending $40 on a Funko Pop figure of Spiderman Noir for no real reason other than some guy at a convention told them to.

Jack turned to his friends. “Okay I did the ordering, someone else has to do the collecting.” He announced, shoving the receipt with the order number on it towards Davey, who had inadvertently become Second In Command. Then, with a signature Jack Kelly Smug Smile, he stalked off to where V and Mickey were seated, Race following behind.

Great, Pepper thought, another conveniently timed moment alone with Davey. Briefly, she wondered if her friends had planned this ahead of time, and then she came to her senses and realized that yes, of course they had. Those conniving little weasels had been conspiring to get Davey to like her since senior prom.

She still remembered the way Mickey had shoved Davey at her when a slow song came on that night. Work Song by Hozier had drifted over the speakers, and V’s elbow caught her in the ribs as they growled a furious “Dance with him or I’ll fucking kill you.” and skipped off to sway with Racer. Pepper had stood on the dance floor, gaping as she watched Jack wink at Vi. Those two never got along about anything.

Davey’s hand had entered her field of vision, skin almost glowing under the light of the mirrorball. He’d smiled sheepishly, admitted that this was one of his favorite songs, and asked if she’d like to share a dance.

The strange thing was, she didn’t actually like Davey before that. At least she thought she didn’t. It wasn’t until she was cradled close to his chest, breathing in the smell of his soap and some soft, powdery cologne he frequented, that she found her heart pounding and her palms going clammy. And when he’d started humming against her hair, one hand in hers and the other around her waist, she knew she was absolutely fucked.

She’d started thinking about it and, yeah, it made sense to want to be with Davey. Handsome Davey, who sometimes made her laugh until soda came out her nose, and whose affinity for children’s cartoons made him the ideal conversation partner. Three years later, she was still in love with him.

And it was all her stupid, evil friends’ faults.

Back in the present, Davey tucked his hands in his pockets, his lips twisting as he lost himself in thought. “We’re gonna have so much shit to carry.” He murmured, exasperated at being the ones left behind.

“We sure are. At least you and Jack ordered drinks, so that’s more stuff to spill.” She twisted a long strand of hair around her finger.

Davey scoffed good-naturedly. “Yeah well you made me leave my water bottle in the car so I needed to be hydrated somehow.”

Pepper kicked at his shin with the toe of her sneaker. “And a caramel hot chocolate is the best way to stay hydrated?” She grinned up at him, watching him tuck the receipt into his back pocket and start moving for the pick-up window as the drink in question was called out.

He hummed in assent. “You bet it is.” He picked up the paper cup, taking a short sip and licking at his bottom lip. Pepper ignored the urge to run her thumb across it.

She must have been staring, because after a second, Davey held the cup out towards her. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to. She loved chocolate and caramel, and always ran cold. He knew there was no way she’d have turned down a sip if he’d offered, so he must have decided to save his breath. She took the cup in her hands, the warmth emanating from it seeping pleasingly into her palms, and took a sip as well, subconsciously hoping to taste more than the drink. She licked her lips.

Davey watched her intently. He opened his mouth, ready to say something to her, when the order bell rang out. “Order sixty-nine!” The college girl behind the counter announced.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Race cackled from the table. V leaned into him, trying to hide their own laughter as Mickey gave him a high-five.

Pepper sighed, she should’ve known that would be their luck. The pair of them moved forward, Davey pushing in front of her to grab the tray before she could even reach for it. “I got it.” He mumbled, holding onto the plastic tray like a nervous Disney-Channel-Original-Movie teenager. “Grab the drinks, don’t worry about it.” And then he smiled up at her, a closed-lipped little smile that made her heart race as she picked up Jack’s orange soda.

Behind her, someone clicked their tongue. Pepper turned, making immediate eye contact with an older lady with greying black hair and soft folds in her skin, who gave her a knowing smile. “And they say chivalry is dead. You got yourself a sweet one, honey.” She said, then winked.

Pepper’s jaw went slack trying to think of a response. She turned back to Davey, whose eyebrows were so far up his face that they were basically in his hairline. “Oh God,” he said simply, “Um, thank you, ma’am.”

The woman laughed softly, leaned over and patted Pepper’s shoulder as if she knew something Pepper didn’t, and then disappeared into the line to order food.

There was a long, silent moment, where Pepper was racking her brain, searching every corner for something to say that would shift the air, move the mood from awkward to playful with a joke of some sort. She looked at him again, and he was staring at her, unblinking. There was a funny look on his face- regret maybe- his eyebrows low and his eyes a little soft. She wondered, distantly, if he was realizing that she was in love with him; if it was a look of pity-

“Hurry up with my goddamn cheese fries!” Mickey yelled, their hunger obviously taking control over their inhibition.

Without a second thought, Pepper turned on her heel and walked to where their friends were, leaving Davey and the unnerving encounter behind.

#pls drop a like/rb if you read! i'm really proud of this one! #davey #olive talks #my fic #the amusement park

[oof-musicals]

Together, me and you//Chapter one

This is the first chapter of a project I haven't been able to stop thinking about. I'm so excited about it and I just,, I'm really proud of this guys. I’m not the too educated on travelling out of the occasional trips I’ve been on, so thank you so much to Chandler for talking it out with me, you are a lifesaver. Anyway, here it is guys, I hope you enjoy it:) 

Tag list: @tarantulas4davey, @racecrack-higgins

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“Racetrack Higgins has always been apart of the busy city of Manhattan, he loved the busy streets and lively aspects that accompanied the state. He had never thought about leaving until now.

Albert DaSilva moved to Manhattan from then the never-sleeping New York. In the 6 years he'd lived here, he had started to build his life in the city he now called home. But from time to time, he can't help but want to experience the quietness of a small town again.

With impulsiveness and desire, the two set out on a trip across the country. 50 states. Two boys set out for an adventure. One trip.

They got this.”

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Road trip au

Content Warnings: Implied child abuse (Not explicit and it’s like 0.2 seconds), Self-esteem issues. 

Words: 3142

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Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins was a city boy. Living in Manhattan and visiting nearby boroughs often since the day he was born made navigating the subway - though he opts to walk instead - fairly easy. He loved the city. The lively energy of the city and the never-ending busy streets made him feel at home. He'd never thought about leaving before, could you really blame him? He’s been here for twenty-five years. He has a great life. He loved it here. Why would he leave?

       Albert DaSilva, unlike Race, grew up in a city in Illinois. He moved to New York shortly after his two years of community college and never looked back. That’s what he needed. An escape from his family. Well, his father. He hadn’t seen his brothers since his sophomore year of high school. And his father was just… not the best. So moving away was probably one of the best things he could’ve done. He had a great job and he made a family here. He had good friends and a boyfriend he loved very much. Still, as much as he loved New York, he missed the quietness of the Midwest - how could he not? His hometown had friendly faces that were much more common than in the active streets of Manhattan and the way some nights were just simple. When he was growing up, he loved falling asleep to the cicadas outside his window. Falling asleep to cars honking just wasn’t the same. Sometimes, the desire to go back to that was too much to handle. 

      Right now, the desire was too much. 

      He doesn’t know what brought it on, but Albert recognized the feeling of homesickness the moment he woke up. He felt selfish to feel like this, especially when he had a good life with his boyfriend of five years. Race was his rock, the love of his life. To say he missed Illinois felt like he was saying he never wanted to meet Race. And while Race would probably understand that’s not at all how Albert meant it, it troubled Albert deep down. 

       Albert had decided to open up about it to Finch a while ago. It was probably the best decision Albert has made in a long time. Finch was actually pretty good when it came to giving advice. Davey would’ve been too pushy - not that it was totally Davey’s fault that he came on a little strong sometimes, that advice was not something Albert was particularly looking for. He didn’t want to go to Race - Race was amazing and great and Albert didn’t want to bother him with any problems he might have. Finch was the best person he’d had to give him advice lately. And today was no different.'

      It was hard to concentrate on work all day. Sure work was never the best but he had the job of helping design video games. This was a teenage boy’s dream and he had trouble concentrating because he was missing his hometown. It sucked. He hated his hometown for the nineteen years he lived there, and now he couldn’t help but miss it. 

      Finch noticed. He noticed almost immediately. Albert noticed Finch eyeing him multiple times throughout the day and Albert could tell what he was concerned without him even needing to say anything. And, almost predictably, he brought it up when they were finally alone during a lunch break that they thankfully had together, despite them having separate jobs. 

        “Okay, I’m just gonna get to the point,” Finch announced as they sat down to eat lunch. “You’ve been off. What’s going on?” 

         “First of all, you’re blunt.” Albert sighed. “Second of all, what are you, my therapist?” 

         “Albert.”

        “Okay okay, fine.” Albert stirred his water with a straw. “I’m just, missing Illinois and shit, and I kind of want to go back.”

         “Like, move?” Finch’s voice had the slightest hint of sadness to it. 

       “Nonono not move,” Albert replied quickly. Sure, he missed home a lot but he couldn’t leave his new life behind. Not his friends. Not Race. “I don’t want to be in New York for the rest of time either.” 

       “Okay then, what about just visiting?” 

        “No, I can’t just go.” Albert opposed Finch’s suggestion. “I’d love to but, Race and I have a great relationship and I don’t want to mess that up with my own issues. I don’t want whatever I have with him to crumble.” 

      Finch was silent for a moment before he finally spoke his mind. “Albert. You are my best friend and I completely understand where you’re coming from but can I say something, as your friend?” Albert nodded. “You are such fucking idiot. Race loves you. He never shuts up about you! Even when you are around. You’ve been together five years. If he wasn’t completely in love with you, he would’ve left a long time ago. And Al we both know he’d be down for the idea to travel the world with you if he could. I get that you feel that you are one step away from messing things up with Race but seriously, I don’t think he could love you more than he already does. Just, talk to him. And if something horrible happens, which it won’t, I’m only a phone call away.” 

      And that’s why he went to Finch for advice. Albert smiled a bit. Even though he wasn’t the most convinced that his relationship was a landmine, Finch was probably right. Race has done crazier things than just travel to a different state (even when he’s never been to a different state). Really, what’s the worst that could happen?

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  The first thing Albert was greeted to when he entered the front door to his apartment he shared with Race was their cat, Fishy, rubbing up against Albert’s legs. It was an interesting name to give a cat, and it was definitely a joke Race had stolen from the stage adaptation of Waitress, but the little guy seemed to love the name. So it stuck.

      “Hi Fishy,” Albert kneeled down to scratch behind the cat’s ears gently. “Where’s your papa?” He asked, getting a purr in response. Albert checked his phone to see a text from Race, saying he had to go out and help Jack with an unspecified project - which kind of worried Albert, but not to the point he should be - and would be back with dinner in a couple of hours. 

      That left Albert to himself. Well, himself and Fishy.  He didn’t do anything special during his time alone. Just put on an episode of The Good Place and played with his cat. 

      Soon enough, Race came home with dinner, The two rarely actually ate out, both opting to eat actual meals together. But tonight, neither of them had the time to get up and cook - so rice and dumplings made a good substitute. 

       “Jack wouldn’t stop calling me to help him with this top-secret project for Davey and he annoyed me enough I gave in.” Race rolled his eyes as he recalled the reason he left. “I swear ever since they got engaged Jack has talked more about Davey.”

       “Well, do you think that’s going to change once they actually tie the knot?” Albert took out two plates from the cabinet and set them on the table.

      “Don’t know, but he’s still gonna annoy the hell out of me. Even if he’s my best friend.” Race fed a tiny bit of rice out for Fishy - which was, fortunately, one of the things they were a hundred percent sure she could eat. Regarding Jack and Davey, they, despite being the second-worst couple to get their shit together, had gotten engaged 2 months ago and become the first couple in their friend group to do so. Jack was Race’s best friend, so of course, he was excited for him and Davey, but he was also annoyed. So so annoyed. 

   The two spent most of the meal enjoying each other's company. Race took up the opportunity to talk about his job as an astrologer, which Albert didn’t really know anything about, but still loved when Race talked about it, and Albert spent the whole time listening to his boyfriend and just adoring the boy in front of him. As the conversation drifted from stars to life back on the ground, however, Albert’s homesickness started to creep up on him again. Race must’ve noticed because he didn’t push Albert to talk and opted out of talking about everyday life. Soon the conversation became a comfortable silence between the two. Just them. No talk about work, no talk about life. Just them.  

     "Do you ever just get tired of the busy life in the city?” Albert said suddenly, looking up from his plate. “Like, do you ever want to get out?”

     “Well, I’ve never thought about actually leaving.” Race admitted. The idea of leaving was intriguing once he thought about it. But Manhattan was home, he couldn’t leave all that as much as he wanted to. That’s the reason Jack didn’t move to Santa Fe out of college and was now getting married to Davey in New York. Family had a strong tie. “Manhattan has always been home for me.” 

     “I’m not saying we should move away from family, I’d never make you do that if you don’t want to,” Albert assured. “I’m just saying, do you ever just - want to get out of the city? Even if it’s just for a day?” 

     “I mean- I guess.” The blond set his fork down before standing up and taking his plate into the kitchen. “I’d love to see what life is like outside of a major city, someday. And you’re bound to miss home at some point, so I’d be open to going with you if you’d ever think about going back.”

      Wow. Well, Albert was worrying over nothing. 

      “You’re the best boyfriend in the world, you know that?” 

       “Yeah, I do.” Race smirked. God damn. Why was this man so amazing? And amazingly sarcastic? “Seriously though, if that’s what you want, I’m down. I’ve never been out of New York and cities close by, so getting the chance to travel with you is something I’d be down for.”

      Albert chuckled. “At this point, we need to take you to every state.”

      “Why don’t we do it now?” Race suggested, setting his plate in the sink.

       Albert snorted. “Yeah, let’s do it,” It took a second for him to realize what Race really meant. “Wait Tony are you serious?”

       "Hell yeah! Let's just - travel the country!" Race turned around to Albert. "We can get a rental car to visit the connective states or whatever shit it's called we can buy plane tickets to go to the last two states and it'll take like what? A month at most? Let's do it, baby." 

        "I meant traveling the country as a joke, T,” 

        “I know, but honestly, Al,” Race walked over to the table, placing a hand on Albert’s cheek. “We’re young and stupid. It’s arguably the best time to do something like this.” 

         Now that he thought about it, Race was the perfect one to travel the country with. As dramatic and annoying Race was even when driving from Manhattan to Brooklyn, Albert would drop anything to be with the blond. And they were young and stupid, just like Race said. If down the road they got married and had kids, having the chance to do this - which with the help of amazing friends, they wouldn’t have to worry about their apartment or Fishy (as much as they would probably want to take her) - would be now. He wanted to do this with Race so bad. But there was still that part nagging at him. Something that stopped him from throwing caution to the wind and doing this with Race.   

               “Can I think about it?” Albert tried not to feel guilty when Race nodded silently. But he just needed a minute. A minute to reassure himself. Just a minute. 

        The rest of the night, Albert kept thinking about what Race said. He was definitely down for the idea, but some part of him was fairly hesitant. Hesitant that sometime on the trip Race may realize that he and Albert would probably not work out long term. Hesitant that 

       When he was comfortably sleeping in Race’s arms, Albert realized he had definitely lucked out with the boy. To have someone who not only understood Albert missed his home but also was down to get up and travel the country with him. In his few serious relationships he’d had, Albert had never come close to someone as lovable as Race. Sure, he still was worried about the possibility that Race would realize he may not want to make this a long-term thing but Finch was right. It’s been five years, and here they still were. 

        And if Albert was being honest, he’d be more than happy to travel the world with Race if he asked. 

             “You know what? Let’s do it.” Albert broke the silence. “Let’s go travel the country.” The redhead turned to Race, who grinned sleepily.

        “I knew you’d say yes.” Race laughed quietly. 

       “Yeah, right.”

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       They hadn’t finalized the idea of going across the country that night. Of course they hadn’t made the decision in one night. Traveling to all the states in the country took lots of planning - even for the most impulsive couple on the planet. First of all, they needed some form of transportation. Both Albert and Race had driver’s licenses - even if the idea of Race having a legal document allowing him to be on the road was terrifying - sure, but they favored using public transportation or just walking to get around. Luckily, New York has numerous car rentals. Second, this trip was going to be expensive. Really expensive. 

         That’s what they were discussing now. It was nearly one am and probably not the best time to be discussing where a huge amount of their finances will go but nevertheless, here they were. Discussing money over microwaveable pies in the middle of the night. 

        “What about where we sleep?” Race asked, throwing away the box for the pie in the recycling before shoving half the pastry in his mouth “Should we set aside a chunk of money to stay somewhere occasionally?” He asked between chewing.

         Albert drew out a breath before rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know, hotels are expensive and motels are shady. For the sake of our wallets and safety, we can sacrifice a month of comfortable sleeping and we can sleep in our car." 

         “Motels aren't shady." Race rolled his eyes, setting the other half of the pie on a plastic plate.

        "Yes, they are." 

        "You just don't want the extra excitement." 

         "I don't want to get murdered."  

        "Okay, okay valid point," Race finished off the pie. "I'm going to bed." 

          Albert let out a hum of acknowledgment. “I love you, Racer.”

          “I love you too.” Race kissed Albert’s cheek. “Don’t stay up too long though. We may be prone to pulling all-nighters but doing math isn’t the best at one am, and this is coming from a math whiz.”

          “Shut up I hate you.” Albert pushed Race jokingly, a smile forming on his face. 

          “You love me.”

          Yeah. He really did. He really really did.  

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        It only took a week or so to get everything in order to hit the road. It's honestly crazy how fast the most spontaneous couple in their friend group put so much thought into a trip. At least it was a crazy thing to Davey, who somehow found himself helping his friends load up a rental van to travel the country. 

         Traveling the country was not for Davey. For his boyfriend - no fiancé. He and Jack were engaged. For his fiancé, the idea would be sold. A trip around the country was probably high on Jack's bucket list. The idiot was almost as impulsive as Race and Albert. But for  Davey, not so much. He loved traveling, sure. But that's something he wanted to do after he got married. Not on a whim in the middle of June.

         But his preferences aside, here he was on a Saturday morning, helping Albert and Race pack up a rental van for their trip to visit 49 states. That and get their apartment key so he could be in charge of watching their house and cat for upwards of a month. 

          “Are they really taking five different blankets?” Jack’s voice interrupted his thoughts, holding a clump of said blankets. “It’s the middle of summer.” 

         “Different climates, Jackie.” Davey kissed his fiance's cheek before taking a box full of very unhealthy snacks to the car. He definitely was friends with some of the most impulsive people ever, it seemed.

          Outside, Race set his duffle bag into the trunk. Well, one of his duffle bags. Davey might’ve rubbed off on him a little and he ended up overpacking a little. Granted, they didn’t know how long this trip was going to take in days, but he was pretty sure 4 duffle bags was a little extreme. Still, it’s not like he really cared. 

          “Seriously," Albert said, "One or two was enough." 

         "I'm sorry I wear more than sleeveless shirts and snapbacks." 

          "How about three?" Albert ignored Race's comment and took out two of his duffle bags, despite the disapproval whine Race let out. "We can always wash clothes." 

           "Whatever." 

           Jack eventually appeared out of the apartment complex with the blankets, nearly tripping around four times, catching himself almost every time. The last time he ran into the rental car. It was kind of funny to Race. Jack glared at the blond's snicker, causing Race to smile innocently. 

           Soon, Davey came out with the rest of the stuff they really needed plus a backpack that the nurturing side of him probably put together. He made a switch of giving Albert the snacks and Race the bag that included chargers, a list of numbers in the event they needed to contact someone without having their cell phones, a book or two, water bottles, and actually healthy snacks. He really was the mom friend. Race gave him a key to the apartment and Albert snuck him a short list of what to do with Fishy that only consisted of 'remember to clean her food & water bowl' and 'she has sharp claws. Race was supposed to take her to get them cut but he didn't so sorry about that'. Race and Albert said goodbye to Fishy and then to Jack and Davey. 

                And then, they were in the car. Ready to go on a trip across the country. 

          “Holy shit. We’re doing this.” Race breathed, buckling his seatbelt.

          “We’re doing this,” Albert repeated. 

          They were actually doing this.

#newsies #ralbert #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #newsies fanfiction #audrey writes #I'm so proud of this yet so nervous at the same time #Ralbert road trip #tw abuse #javid #javey #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #finch cortez #long roads au

[livesincerely]

I have recently discovered that both Ben Frankhauser and Jeremy Jordan have done covers for “Run Away with Me” and I’m sure I’ve worried some poor fbi analyst with how many times I’ve repeated both videos. And I am delirious with excitement for your fic. Is there updates on the fic you’re dying to share? Seriously I am constantly astonished by your incredible imagination and creativity cause of how much I love all your fics. 💗

Pretty sure this is gonna end up being a rambley disaster, so apologies in advance. 😅

So, I think i’m going to let this fic be a one-shot, and if it ends up being a 10k one-shot a la invisible strings, then that’s how it’s gonna be. I just think that’s going to work better for the vibes I’m hoping for versus a multi-chapter thing—like it’s a long marathon road trip in format as well as content, if that makes sense?

The fic is going to take place in its own universe, but probably one that’s similar to the one in the letterman fic or ‘your eyes look like coming home’—Jack lives with Medda and I was gonna have Crutchie be his brother, but I think I’m going to switch it up and have Spot be his brother, just because I’ve decided I need more of Spot & Jack in my life. I’m thinking it’s gonna kick off right near the beginning of March, as all the college acceptance letters are arriving.

We all know that my Jack is especially, impossibly in love with Davey, and I think I’m gonna treat myself and go full tilt, no holds barred, They Are So In Love with this one. 

Except, they aren’t together.

There’s not going to be much, if any, pining in this one though. In a rare move for me, Jack is the one that realizes he’s in love first, and I think he’s reached a point by the start of this fic where he’s come to peace with the fact that his feelings for Davey are something that just is. Like, sure, he’d be ecstatic if Davey returned his feelings, but he’s content with just being with Davey, period, regardless of what form that takes. Plus, he recognizes that, at the start of all this, Davey just isn’t in a place where he can handle that kind of huge revelation, so Jack is happy to let his feelings simmer quietly in the background.

Davey, on the other hand, is going to realize that he’s in love with Jack over the course of the fic itself. I imagine it being something like, they’re eating lunch in a diner, Jack does something silly and ridiculous like ordering an ice cream sundae the size of his head, and Davey looks at him, shaking his head and laughing, and just absently thinks to himself, ‘wow, what an idiot, I’m so in love with him’. And then, ‘holy shit, this is the idiot I’m in love with.’

“Uh, Dave, you good?” Jack asks, frowning slightly. There’s a whipped cream mustache smeared all along his upper lip. Davey’s heart beats frantically against his rib cage. “You went all pale all’a the sudden—”

“Fine!” Davey blurts out, his voice pitching towards a squeak. “I’m fine!”

Jack does not look convinced by this, which is fair. 

“You sure?” he asks. “’Cause you can tell me if somethin’s botherin’ you.”

“No, I’m—” Davey makes himself pause, takes a breath, tries to give his racing pulse a chance to slow. “I’m fine, I just... realized something.”

“Yeah?” Jack says. “Anythin’ you wanna share with the class?”

“No,” Davey says, a little too quickly. “No, I... Not yet.”

“Okay,” Jack says, watching him carefully. Davey can barely hold his gaze, feeling like at any moment those deep brown eyes are going to see right through him, as they so often do. “If you’re sure. But, it ain’t nothin’ bad, right?”

“No, Jackie,” Davey promises, ducking his head. “Nothing bad at all.”

I think Davey spends all of 72 hours quietly freaking out over the realization that he’s in love with his best friend. But he quickly comes to understand that absolutely nothing has changed or needs to change: he’s been in love with Jack this whole time, maybe even for years now, it’s just that now he knows. And similarly to Jack, Davey loves Jack to the point where it’s just a aspect of himself—there’s not something that needs to be “”done”” about it, it just is. 

And also, the last thing Davey wants is to jeopardize his relationship with Jack in any way, that would be the absolute worst possible outcome of all this, so he decides to not say anything about it for now. He’s been so happy with just getting to spend time with Jack, with finding himself one day at a time with his favorite person in the world at his side—he doesn’t need anything more.

Except, now Davey knows. And now that Davey knows, he can’t help but look at all of his interactions with Jack in a new light, and because it’s Davey, it takes him less than a week to figure out that Jack’s in love with him too. 

Because Jack has been making absolutely no effort to hide his feelings for Davey—he’s not actively acting on them, sure, but they’re still super obvious to anyone that thinks about it for more than a few minutes. And now that Davey’s recovering—is relearning to love himself and recognizes that he’s great just how he is and doesn’t need to live up to his parents’ expectations to have value—it’s like he’s finally shed his blinders and sees the way Jack looks at him, the way that Jack’s always looked at him. And it’s just.... 🥺💗💗💗

I love the idea of this whole fic being filled with revelations that aren’t actually revelations. Like, it’s not that they didn’t know, it’s that they didn’t know that they knew, if that makes sense? 

That’s what I hope the confession and getting together feels like: 

          We’re in love. Oh. Oh, of course we’re in love. We’ve always been in love, haven’t we? We just didn’t realize it.

So that’s kind of where I’m at? I was gonna talk more about how seamlessly Jack and Davey interact and all their different love languages and also about how I’m actually going to use this fic as an excuse to explore a ‘Jack’s father’ storyline, but this is Long so I’ll leave it here. 

I’ve been a little all over the place the last couple of days as far as what WIPs are actually managing to hold my attention, but this one feels like it’s sitting right close to my heart, so it could be out relatively soon? No promises because it is me and we know what I’m like, but the super fluffy, hurt comfort mixed with Intense Romance is really calling to me lol. 😊🌟✨

#*ask #run away with me fic #*editor's note #thank you for this ask tho i love every single one you send me #also these are very helpful in helping me focus my thoughts in a constructive manner

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Nature: A Javid Oneshot

A/N: My first ever oneshot on this website! I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count- 1.2k

Jack loved the open sky. He loved the stars, the sounds of nature, and everything in between. But, more than anything, it calmed him, something that not many things were able to do. As a kid, he had always dreamed of falling asleep under the stars every single night. And when he was bounced around in foster care, the night sky had been the one common variable. Always there, like a blanket. Luckily for Jack, Some of the Newsies had put together a camping trip in the woods near campus. They had tents (from the Dollar Tree, probably), a bunch of marshmallows, some hotdogs, and a whole lot of energy. And Jack? Jack an invite and a limited will to live. At least Davey would be there, which, to be honest, had its ups and downs.

Ups, because Davey was single-handedly the sweetest human alive and a fun dude to hang out with. And downs, because Davey was Mom Friend Supreme™ and also had an annoying tendency to make Jack’s normally stoic heart do a tap dance in his chest. Which really was inconvenient because Jack’s last relationship had ended only four weeks ago. It wasn’t a nasty breakup, he and Katherine were actually still friends, but the boys still expected him to be depressed about it. But Jack didn’t like to linger. He was upset for a few days, but now he was over it. Katherine obviously was as well, since she was seen going on a few coffee dates with some girl. 

But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight, he could be whoever he wanted to be because that’s just how it was with the Newsies.

Tonight, he could eat bargain hot dogs and s’ mores, and avoid the fact that he was hopelessly in love with the only man he couldn’t have; because god forbid David Jacobs dated a mess like him. 

Jack knew exactly where he lay in David’s mind. He was a close friend, maybe a sort of Uncle to his future children with his perfect little life with his husband in the suburbs. David liked him well enough, but he would likely never love him. And Jack had tried to accept that, even though, thus far, it had only made it much worse.

“Ay! Jack! You packed?” Crutchie yelled from his lower bunk. Jack was stretched out on the top bunk, staring at a half-finished political cartoon for his class. 

“Yeah… What time’d the guys say to be there?” Jack sat up, hitting his head on the low ceiling. He wasn’t even that tall and it managed to injure him on a daily basis. 

“...In five minutes.”

“Shit-” Jack muttered, scrambling to jump down the bunk, only succeeding in hitting his head yet again on the ceiling. After hitting the floor in the heap, all Jack could hear was Crutchie’s cackles. 

“Just kidding, It’s actually in 20- I just wanted to see your reaction,” Crutchie wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. 

“Yeah, real funny, Crutch,” Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes and smiling. As much as he loved his little brother, he, unfortunately, knew exactly how to get Jack riled up quite easily, which normally ended in Jack running into a wall or stabbing himself in the arm with a pen in a panic.

“S’funny to me,” Crutchie choked out, still laughing. Jack pushed himself to his feet, brushing off the assorted chip crumbs that had migrated from the shitty shag carpeting of his dorm onto his shirt.

“I know, I know,” Jack muttered, grabbing Crutchie’s crutch from the wall and handing them to him. Looking at his laughing face, Jack couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

“Alright, let’s get a move on… You ready?” Jack shook his head while still grinning, snatching his duffle bag and Crutchie’s backpack from beside the door. 

“Ay! I can carry that!" Crutchie protested, making a grab at the bag. 

“Wow, brother dearest, won’t even let me carry a bag,” Jack joked, sticking out his tongue and popping into a dead sprint down the hallway. 

“NOW THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!” Crutchie yelled from the hallway. 

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, STUPID HEAD!” Jack shouted back, slamming open the door for the stairs and sliding onto the railings down the flights. Once he reached the bottom, he pulled out his phone.

“Text RaceyBoi.” 

“What would you like to say?” that stupid automated voice asked back, not fully human or robotic. 

“‘Can you go walk Crutchie to the campsite? Left him for CPS reasons.’” CPS was not, in fact, Child Protective Services, but instead Crutchie Protection Squad.

Smiling to himself, Jack started walking towards the woods on the outskirts of campus. He thought he saw Kid Blink and Spot at one point, Heely-ing towards the woods. He couldn’t help but wonder how the wheels would hold up amongst all the vegetation, and quietly hoped he wouldn’t have to call an ambulance tonight. 

“Hey, Jack!” came a familiar voice from behind him. His heart automatically deciding to kick into overdrive, Jack turned around to see none other than David Jacobs, grinning and clutching a duffle bag. 

“Whaddup, Dave,” Jack grinned back, clapping the taller boy on the shoulder. Seriously, who gave him the right to be this tall? He was like a noodle with a head and arms. 

“You heading down to the campsite?” Davey asked, falling into step with Jack. 

“That’s the plan. Race is taking Crutchie so that idiot won’t try to carry his backpack again.” 

“...You realize he can carry it perfectly fine, right?” Davey said, looking slightly confused.

“Yeah, but I just feel like doin’ something nice for him, y’ know?” 

“You may be stupid at times, but you are a good brother, Jack Kelly,” Davey chuckled, taking off his hat and flipping it backward. 

“Ey, now don’t get to tellin’ the boys that, I have a reputation as a jerk to keep,” Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Why couldn’t he stop smiling? He felt like someone had turned him into the fucking sun from the Teletubbies. 

“I don’t think you could pass as a jerk if you tried,” Davey shrugged, looking into Jack’s eyes so he could get the point across. God, his eyes were brown. Beautiful, chocolatey, perfect brown. 

“You would be surprised,” Jack said, tearing his eyes away. 

Don’t let yourself get attached, dammit. 

“Hey,” Davey stopped. Jack stopped too, staring at him. He put his hand on Jack’s shoulder. 

“Don’t… Don’t talk like that. I know you, Jackie. Okay? And you aren’t an asshole.” 

“Jeez, David, only a few minutes into the trip and you’re already on the late-night talks-” Jack turned away, hoping Davey couldn’t see that he was blushing. 

“I need to hear you say it, okay?” He turned Jack around, forcing him yet again to look into his eyes. 

“Fine. I… I ain’t an asshole. Ya happy?” Jack bit his tongue forcefully. That almost physically pained him to say. 

“Yeah. I… I’m sorry Jack,” Davey said. Jack still wasn’t looking at him. 

“Don’t apologize for caring, Davey.” 

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

It was late. The shitty fire that had taken them almost a full hour to make was burning low, and Jack had to keep prodding it with a random stick to keep it lit. Most of the boys had already retired to their tents and sleeping bags, and Davey was fast asleep on his chair. Race was the only one still out. 

“Do you think we should wake him up?” Race said, tossing the remains of his s’more into the fire. 

“What? Oh, nah, I’ll wake him up when I head in. Poor kid, being a pre-med student probably never sleeps,” Jack pointed out. 

“How long do you think you’ll be staying out?” Race asked, standing up and stretching. 

“‘Till I get tired,” Jack prodded the fire again, before throwing in another stick. 

“Then he’ll be out here all night,” Race joked, cracking a smile.

“I’ll wake him up before then. Wouldn’t want him to get hypothermia or some shit.” 

“It’s the middle of April, I highly doubt he’ll get hypothermia, Jack.” 

“...Did Racetrack Higgins seriously just say an educated statement?”

“Goodnight-” Race turned away suddenly, seeming intent on changing the subject. 

“YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT NOW, WE KNOW YOU’RE SMART,” Jack whisper-shouted, not wanting to wake any of the boys up (especially not Davey). 

Race replied with his silence. 

Sighing, Jack sat back in his chair. Not having any will to sleep, and nothing more to do, he grabbed out his sketchbook. Nature was always good for inspiration. 

Well, it could’ve been nature, or it could’ve been Davey. Because, without even realizing it, Jack had started to sketch the sleeping boy’s figure. His right fist was supporting his cheek, his hat was half-tipped onto his face, shading it slightly. His legs were crossed, and his left arm was set on top of them. 

Behind him was a backdrop of pine trees, and, even though that wasn’t the actual view, a full moon, and stars. So many stars. All spelling out little words of love in Spanish, Jack’s first language. 

Precioso. Bonita. Perfecto. 

His hair was mostly tucked under his cap. His eyes were softer when he slept. A ghost of a smile played at his lips. 

Increíble. 

Perfect. 

Just as Jack was signing his name and dating the piece, Davey began to stir. 

Quickly shutting the book, Jack simply stared up at the stars he could see despite the light pollution and thick trees. 

“Hey, Jack, saw you drawing there,” Davey said, quietly. 

“Oh- uh- yeah, just… lookin’ through some old pieces,” Jack stammered. 

“Can I see?” 

“Uh- no, this isn’t my graded stuff, it’s all just sketches-“

“Y’know, for an art student, you really don’t like showing your art.” 

“Uh- Fine.” Jack gave up and strode across the fire to hand him the book. It was mostly drawings of the boys, maybe he wouldn’t look that far. 

...Spoiler alert, he looked that far. 

“...Is this me? Right back then, when I was sleeping?” 

“Uh-“

“You really made me look better than I’ve ever seen myself.” 

“Well, that’s how I see you,” Jack said before he could think about his words. Y’know, like a normal person who is trying to hide a massive crush that could end one of his best friendships. 

“Th-that’s… how you see me?” Davey was blushing now. Blushing. Not disgusted. 

“Uh… yeah. Y’see here, th-the moon behind ya, the way it… it focuses on you.” Jack said, kneeling by his chair and pointing to it. 

You are digging your own grave, Jack Kelly. 

“Jack, I… that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Davey was still blushing. He turned his face to Jack’s. He was so close… 

“Well… I draw what I think, Dave, ‘cause words… they ain’t my strong suit,” Jack chuckled, pulling back. But Davey leaned forward. 

“Your drawings don’t need words, Jack. But the artist of them… That is a man that deserves millions of words said about him.” 

“D-Davey… Don’t. Please, don’t do this,” Jack shook his head, standing back up. 

“Did I make you uncomfortable? I- I’m sorry, I thought that we-“ 

“No, David. You didn’t. That’s the exact issue! D-d’ya really think I want to end up breaking your heart? We… We can’t do this, ‘cause it’ll end with me hurting you just like I have a million people! And you don’t deserve that fate! You’re too good for me, David,” Jack might’ve been crying. He wasn’t sure. But he sure as hell was ranting. 

“Jack-“ 

“Don’t Jack me, don’t try to act like it could be any different. We know exactly how this is going to end, and I- I can’t stand losing you, Dave.” 

There was a moment of silence. It was obvious Davey was picking his next words carefully. 

“You won’t.” 

“How could you possibly know that?” 

“You won’t because I won’t let it, Jack Kelly. I won’t let you lose me as a friend, ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.” 

“Da-“ 

In two strides, Davey crossed the circle of chairs and shut Jack up with a kiss, half-crushing him with how tightly he was holding him. 

He did this… this thing that made it obvious this wasn’t his first kiss. The way he moved his head up and down just a little bit. The way he seemed all in but ready to pull away if they needed to at any second. 

But more than anything, there was a definitive Davey-ness to him that made it all perfect. 

So Jack had found one more reason to like nature. It was where he shared his first-ever kiss with his boyfriend, David Jacobs.

#javid #javid fanfiction #jack x davey #jack kelly #newsies #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #newsies the broadway musical #musicals #musical fics #oneshot #dice writes

[princess-havok]

Love Fast Los Angeles Readthrough: Chapters 7-12

I really should be writing a cover letter for a job I'm interested in but I am also terrified of applying for said job and so I'm going to do this instead. That seems like a reasonable use of my time. I will also maybe one of these days actually do these on a regular schedule but also this is post 3 of like 8 so... will? Who knows, not me.

We pick up with Sky and Al at a diner, where Al has ordered pancakes (again -- he also had pancakes at the diner with Score in the last section, and I think this might be like... the morning after that? Idk I have trouble following the timeline. The kid loves pancakes is what we're learning though) and Sky orders food but doesn't eat any of it, kind of a theme here.

We also learn that Alvin's birthday is December 25, and that the tattoo he got in the preface is actually a pun which I didn't even pick up on and am kinda glad it's spelled out here. It's a missile on his toe. A missile toe. I really hope Davey is proud of that one.

Anyway considering Sky doesn't eat and all we gather is that Al loves him some carbs I'm not sure this trip to the diner is, like, important. Sky says she can't be seen dating someone not A-List Famous so she doesn't want Al to kiss her in public. My sweet optimistic dumbass Al takes this in stride, his answer to everything is always unnecessarily drastic and I love his energy but also like...

(I actually wanted a gif of Wayne saying "Take about 30% off there bud" but couldn't find it, this one will do)

Oh and we learn what's in the gift Uncle Noah gave Alvin, and I feel like I didn't do Uncle Noah justice earlier with how bonkers he is but he's also a gun nut so he gives Al his own handgun, which Al then imagines shooting James Shannon with, like literally driving down the street pointing it at people and fantasizing and I feel like that should be more concerning but maybe LA is just Like That?

So Chapter 7 has minimal exposition and does nothing to advance the plot. I'm not sure Chapter 8 does either but we do find out about The Barbie's boyfriend, K3NNYDOLL. More importantly we learn that he is totally 100% not at all Skrillex, how dare you even think that, the fact that he became a DJ 2 years ago after being "Ken Kadaver," lead singer (or "screecher") of "false metal band Yesterday Starts Tomorrow" (67) is a completely original fact.

Also he cries all the time but anyway. The rest of the chapter is just Al antagonizing the crew of All F's when he's at the Eff House and dunking on them mercilessly.

Chapter 9 is just Score and Al talking about plans for the evening, Pink Corvette (The Barbie and K3NNYDOLL's electro project) having a secret show, James hanging out with another drag queen (Andy Kane), all while Score gets dressed in what quite literally sounds like Davey's wardrobe of the last 7 or so years -- long shirt-dresses, drop-crotch sweats, etc. If we want to interpret Score as a stand-in for Davey then it's an exceptionally self-aware one and I have a lot of thoughts there.

Finally, Al goes to pick up Sky to take her to the Pink Corvette show. First he gets a tip from his pap friends about James premiering some milkshake or whatever so he swings by that event and Sky flips her shit when she sees him. So they leave and go to a diner where she orders a burger she doesn't eat and tells the whole story: her dad put Drop Dead Gorgeous together, and there is some subtext about him being protective and jealous about James and having him "sleep over" but only when Sky's not there, which she reads as him not wanting her around him but also... sounds like... more of a Lou Pearlman situation (is this the right audience for a boyband reference? Oh well I made it).

Sky (who was 15 at the time, like that's the key here) met James anyway at an MTV Movie Awards afterparty and then they secretly dated for a year. She says he "took her cherry" that night and I just really want Davey to know that nobody says that in real life. Do they? I don't believe they do.

Al is wildly unconcerned with how predatory that is beyond his hatred of James and is just upset that Sky isn't a virgin, but not as much as Score was about Becca in the last book because then they have this exchange:

"I'll be your second, right?"

"Sixty-second."

"That'll work." (83)

And just like that he's back to purely lusting over her. That's our boy.

Anyway James was abusive and Sky eventually got away from him after what literally sounds like the Rihanna/Chris Brown thing, where he assaulted her in a car and she had to claw him off.

There's also a further reveal about her father when he overhears her talking about the relationship and poisons her breakfast (????) and then she just casually says "I handled it better when I was a little girl" (86) and ???????.

To his credit Al immediately wants to murder both James (again/still) and Sky's dad but like, can just one traumatized person in these books PLEASE get some therapy?

So they finally go to the Pink Corvette show, they're in a private booth, and naturally James is there too. He comes over to their booth and gets really dramatic about missing Sky. I love the characterization of him where we learn that 1) Score was 100% right that James is stealing his look and 2) he does not talk like a person at all. He is, essentially, 100% fake, and we do actually see that objectively in his behaviour and not just in Al's jealousy and rage toward him.

Al and Sky make an exit, leaving the Mythicals behind with James (oh and we learned their names are Cam and Jaq also) with some suggestion that they might also fool around with him, which has me questioning their relationship with Sky and whether my girl has any like... real friends, or if the whole idea is "that's Hollywood baby!" and everyone is fake and no one is a true friend which is bleak as hell.

But there's still time to get bleaker! Can't wait!

#love fast los angeles #lfla #davey havok #jenn reads lfla

[poisxnyouth]

teacher!dave chapter 4. (d.d)

A/N: happy easter -hailey

W/C: 2.4K (SORRY BUT IF I KEPT GOING ITD BE LIKE 4K CAUSE I CANT STOP)

You wholeheartedly trust him. You’ve taken the initiative to reach for the hand that had been resting on your thigh, lacing your fingers together. He laughs quietly at the move, thumb rubbing the back of your hand softly.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, honey,” David ensures, other hand on the steering wheel as he drives. He senses an uneasiness from you, dumbfounded as to where it’s rooted, but it’s completely possible he’s incorrect in his assumptions altogether.

“No, I want to,” you promise. You wish you could be in the same situation as him of choosing what he wants from this relationship between you two, but you aren’t. You know, for you, at least, it won’t be as easy as sucking his dick and going home.

He doesn’t respond, thumb still rubbing as he gets stopped at a light once more.

“You’re sure?” He’s looking at you now, lips between his teeth as you roll your eyes.

“Yes, I’m sure, David. I’d tell you if I wasn’t. You don’t have to keep asking.” He murmurs a quiet okay and kisses the back of your hand; it’s an unexpected, affectionate move most likely derived from his doubtfulness of your answer. It wasn't done out of pure affection, it was done to sooth any part of you he still believed was saying no. It was done to make you feel emotionally and physically secure in his company. It does.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass, hand still in his as he drives. David repeatedly looks at the time; he knows you said you could be home any time, but the gates at school get locked up after midnight on Fridays, and he hopes you can make it in time to get your car.

++

The trip from his car to his apartment was awkward, quietly following him up stairs as he quickly apologizes, “Sorry if it’s like, messy, or something. I didn’t think anyone would be coming over.” You brush it off, and as soon as he unlocks the door, it’s clear how dramatic he was being. It’s essentially spotless; everything has its own place aside from a mess of papers accompanied by a MacBook on his desk. It’s a small studio with a real bed, a couch, a tv, and a full kitchen; enough for a single guy who’s always working.

David throws his keys on his kitchen counter, moving to sit on the couch. You feel misplaced as you kick your shoes off, like you’re in a stranger’s home with no invitation. Still, though, you follow, placing yourself next to him.

He tuts, “Baby, stop acting so weird. This is fine. No worries. Come here.” Dave somehow deftly pulls you into his lap, legs on either side of his hips as his hands rest on your waist. He pushes your hips down slightly in an attempt to grind you against him, tipping his head up to attach your mouths. You reciprocate, hands on his shoulders as the room fills with the noises from your lips.

David leans out, kissing slow and wet down your neck as his hands wander from your waist down your hips and flattening over your ass. He moves in between you, hands finding the button and zipper to your shorts, shoving them past your hips. You slide them off with his assistance, his eyes peeking over your shoulder to get a view as his palms find home on your ass once more.

He digs his fingertips in, slightly pushing you into his crotch and taking in two handfuls. He groans lowly at the sight.

“Ugh, honey...This ass is gonna get you in so much trouble. Especially in that tight fucking skirt you always wear...,” David trails off, sucking his teeth and running his hands down the backs of your thighs and back up, knuckles accidentally brushing against your pussy through your underwear. You shiver at the touch, attempting to hide it before he speaks again: “How long has it been for you?” His hands continue wandering, stroking and grabbing at you.

“A few weeks,” you admit, moving backwards slightly to begin pressing kisses down his jaw.

“Mmm,” he responds, “At school?” You nod in his hold, his fingertips toying with the lace of your thong.

“You can’t act like that with me, sweetheart,” David insists, hands running up your sides, pushing up your shirt. “I don't want to find out about the football team running a train on you in the field house when you’re supposed to be my girl.”

“I wouldn’t want to do that shit,” you reply, Dave pulling at the hem of your top, wanting it off. You kiss down his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he grips you tighter. David feels himself getting harder with every push of your hips and kiss, “Not if I know I’m getting this on the regular.”

He chuckles lightly, tugging at your shirt once more before you allow him to pull it over your head, “I’ve barely even laid my hands on you, hun.” He looks up at you, both hands running down your sides as you lean down to kiss him. It’s slow, tongues sliding together while David’s fingers reach between you to palm you through the soft lace, making a noise into your mouth at your wetness. You’re both surprised at how easily he’s working you up, your hands pulling at his collar.

“Why do you still have clothes on? Not fair, Davey,” you complain, pulling out of his kiss and untucking his dress shirt, fingers flying to the buttons. David’s hand leaves your core, moving to aide you in your endeavor as he eyes your tits. It’s clear to you he takes care of himself as your fingers feel his shaved chest and he unbuttons the cuffs, his eyes flickering between you two. He slides the shirt off, shifting in his seat as his dick nudges against your core. David leans in again, attaching your mouths and moving to your bra clasp, acting slowly and undoing one hook and eye at a time. You mewl into his mouth, fingers in his hair and smile coming to his lips at the noise, hands sliding the straps down your arms and throwing the item onto the couch. David takes your tits into his palms, mouth still on yours as he rolls your nipples between his fingertips.

“Bed, honey. Bed,” Dave insists gently, “Wanna eat you out.” You nod as he stands, sliding you off of his lap and leading you gently by the waist to the bed. He watches your tits and begins unbuckling his belt as you lay down, aiding him. As much as he loves the look of you that close to his dick and peering up at him, he’s dying to get between your legs. David kicks his dress pants off while reaching into his nightstand, pulling a condom off of a strip and placing it on the tabletop.

He finally crawls into bed, sliding himself beneath you and pulling your thighs apart, teasing you with his fingers through the lacework. Dave pulls the underwear down your thighs, slipping it off and tossing it onto his duvet.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, eyes finally settling on your pussy as he rests his weight on one arm, fingers moving to spread your folds apart. He slides one finger in easily due to your wetness, watching it sink in slowly before adding another. David can’t tear his eyes away as he moves back and forth agonizingly slow, removing his fingers and replacing them with his mouth. You can see his back muscles move as he adjusts himself, scruff scraping along the crooks of your thighs.

He wants to go slow and take his time with you, but he opts for pulling your hips closer into his mouth and wrapping his arms around your thighs. He looks up at you, making eye contact as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly. Your noises as he meets your eyes cause Dave to maintain it, tongue licking softly at the sensitive skin and sucking on your clit.  

He adds his fingers to the sensations, crooking his digits and watching as you pull harder on his hair and push your weight back into his mattress. His free arm remains wrapped around your thigh, hand reaching to spread you apart, allowing him more access. Your whimpers egg him on as he begins moving quicker, sensing how close you are just from those simple touches alone. David pulls away briefly, fingers still working as he dots kisses down the inside of your thighs, looking up at you.

“Baby,” he says, “You can’t cum. Not yet. Sorry, honey.” Dave pulls away, laughing softly at your complaints before removing his fingers and leaning up, going to reach for the condom. You stop him, taking his hand in yours and slipping his fingers into your mouth. He feels the air leave his lungs as you twirl your tongue around his fingertips, keeping eye contact with him as he pulls his fingers out and rests his palm at the base of your neck. He doesn’t wrap them around, simply resting them there, aware of how your brain is processing his actions. David leans in, attaching your mouths while his free hand reaches for the condom, hand still at your neck.

He makes out with you, feeling the weight of him as he hovers over you, David’s hands moving to push his boxer briefs off. He’s successful, leaning out of the kiss briefly as he tears the condom open. You finally get a good look at his dick, slightly bigger than average; you watch as he jerks himself off a few times, hand working over himself before he rolls the condom on, adjusting it slightly.

You’re in missionary, lips attached again, as he murmurs a You’re sure?. You nod in his hold, hands resting on his cheeks as he lines himself up, pushing in.

Both of you are aware of the fact how each of you are reserving yourselves; the first time you have sex with someone, you don’t immediately jump into all of the kinks. It’s normal sex; Dave’s good at sex, and it’s clear as his face twists, lips going in between his teeth as he pulls out and places himself next to you. He pulls you into his lap, sucking in a breath as you line yourself up, sinking down. The noise he makes resembles a whimper, something you certainly didn’t expect in conjunction with the way his fingers are digging into your hips.

++

David is pissed he hadn’t done as well as he had wanted to, thinking too much with his dick and not premeditating his actions and the way he had planned to fuck you. He could have fucked you better, and he only hopes that you’ll want to continue with him afterwards. Still, though, he tries to tell himself, he made you cum nearly twice on his dick, which is fair for the first fuck.

As soon as he’d pulled out, tied up the condom, and pulled his boxers back on, you had tangled yourself up in his sheets, breathing in the smell of his pillows and closing your eyes.

“Y/N, honey, it’s past midnight. We can’t get your car, but they open again in the morning. What do you want to do? ‘Cause I can take you home but you’d have to lie and-.”

“Uuuggghhh,” you wave him off, “It’s fine. Can’t we just go get it in the morning? I can bullshit it,” David nods, agreeing with you.

“If you think you can get away with it and won’t get in trouble, then yes. Sure. No worries,” he promises. He’s still shirtless, and you watch the way his back moves as he shuffles through his drawers. “D’you want a hoodie or something?”

You nod before he tosses you a thick black hoodie, David slinking back into bed as you slip it on. You take it upon yourself to slide into his arms, resting your head in his neck as one of his hands rests on your waist, his free hand on his chest. You look around the room, noticing his diploma framed by the desk.

“You minored in film?”

He looks at you, questioning look on his face. “Yeah? Is there something wrong with that? I swear I told you.”

“No!” you laugh, “I just...So you know how to analyze them and stuff? You can tell me what’s a good film and what’s not? Or like, do you know how to direct and whatnot?”

David has his eyes on the ceiling as you look up at him, “Little bit of both. I dunno. It’s nothing serious. I only minored in it ‘cause I really like making videos. I don’t really care about analyzing movies or anything. Took TV production in high school and it was game over; I loved it so much.”

“So why’d you major in English? No hate or anything, ‘cause you’re good at it.”

“That’s why I chose English. It’s easy for me. I like reading and shit, and I like teaching, but I just feel like I always kinda had bigger dreams for myself. It’s fine, hun. I’m still figuring it out.” David rubs at your side as you rotate, crawling on top of him and connecting your lips.

“You should do what you want,” you promise, his hand coming to your cheek and reciprocating your kiss softly.

“Can I be honest with you, babe? I know we said we should go on a date first, but-.”

“Buuuuuut?”

“I want,” he rolls his eyes at himself, feeling stupid for what he’s about to say, “this. We need to go on a date, though. Like, a real one.”

In between kisses, you say, “There’s a Waffle House down the road from here. 24 hours. I’m starving. Let’s go. We have until 7.”

#sorry its so short #david dobrik fic #david dobrik #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik fanfic #david dobrik imagine #vlog squad #vlog squad fic #vlog squad fanfiction #vlog squad fanfic #vlog squad imagine #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik x you #vlog squad au #teacher/student au #teacher dave

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Snapdragons

Part five of my story!~

@grotesquegabby Some of yours are in this :)

Part Four /// Part Six

She came awake in the darkness and laid there, eyes shot open as she scanned the area around her.

She reached up to touch her face in a panic, her head soon following after and then her body.

She gave a sigh of relief as she felt that everything was perfectly intact, shutting her eyes for a moment while basking in the moment.

Ula was safe, no traces of harm were on her as she hugged herself and felt that all was alright.

“Fuck...that was such an intense dream.” she whispered to herself before opening her eyes and turning to the side to where her window was. With yet another sigh of relief, Ula removed her blankets from herself and climbed off her bed, approaching the window to open the curtains that made her squint her eyes for a moment.

“Guess the party was also intense.” she chuckled, then walking towards her desk where she found her phone. Turning it on she saw as she had quite the few unread messages, mostly from her friends. But then, she looked at the time and realized that it read 12:07.

“Oh shit!” Ula cursed before slipping into her slippers, then rushing towards her door which she swung open, stopping in her tracks before she could crash into the person who was about to knock on her door.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Dad! Hi, sorry I woke up late.” Ula apologized before Lennie shook his head with a smile.

“Don’t worry about it Ula.” he reassured her. “You and many others were partying a lot last night, so I understand. Thankfully you don’t have to do much today.”

“Speaking of much, where’s mom?”

“Oh, she had to leave a little earlier than expected for the trip.”

“Aw! And she didn’t say goodbye to me?” Ula pouted before Lennie chuckled.

“She didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so tired.” Lennie shrugged before motioning to the other bedrooms. “Just like Davey and Cordelia. They haven’t woken up since the party, just like the axolotls.”

“Dang, we’re all just that tired huh?” Ula asked before Lennie shrugged again. “Well, dad, if we’re really not doing anything today, is it okay-”

“Of course.” Lennie nodded before Ula gave a grin, then leaning down to plant a kiss onto Lennie’s cheek.

“Thanks dad. I’m gonna go make breakfast now and hopefully my brother and sister are awake by the time I finish.” Ula walked down the hall as Lennie watched her go, smiling to himself before he gave a quiet sigh. They really did grow up fast, too fast for his liking.

_____________

“Good morning sleepyheads.~”

Ula stood in front of the stove in the kitchen, wearing an apron over her pajamas as she prepared a large breakfast for the entire family. Behind her where she has turned to look, her younger siblings lazily made their way into the dining room where they set down.

“Morning.”

“Good morning.” replied Davey before giving a big yawn, smacking his lips to then turn to his older sister who placed a few plates in front of him and Cordelia. “What...what’s all this?”

“Breakfast, duh.” Ula shrugged as she went back to the stove. “I’m just, kinda in a good mood today. I don’t know why.”

“Maybe ‘cause you had such a cool party yesterday and you got awesome gifts!” Cordelia exclaimed after having given a yawn that seemed to have fully woken her up. “Did you like my gift Ula!?”

“Of course! I just haven’t put it up yet.” Ula smiled as she turned off the stove and placed a few more plates on the table. “Cordie, do me a favor and call dad, would you?”

“Okay!” Cordelia nodded before jumping off of her chair and rushing down the hallway. Meanwhile, Ula removed her apron and sat down next to Davey.

“Did...did you like my gift?” he asked before Ula turned to him, giving a bright nod.

“You know I did. Everything was super adorable Davey.” Ula ruffled her little brother’s hair. “You’re the best little brother anybody could ever have.”

“And I’m the best little sister, right!?” Cordelia’s voice boomed as she ran back into the dining room, plopping back down on her chair before Ula gave a laugh.

“Yeah you are. Now come on, let’s start eating.” she told Cordelia before they all began eating, Lennie eventually walking into the room with Kala right behind him.

“Hey kids.”

“Hi dad.” the three greeted as Lennie sat down in between Davey and Ula, Kala making sure that she sat right next to him as she kept an eye on his figure.

“Hey there Kala.” Ula smiled before reaching down to pet the axolotl, Kala turning to look at her. 

Before Ula was able to actually touch Kala, she saw Kala sniff her for a second before growling, then snapping her jaws at her. Ula immediately retrieved her hand back, holding it against her chest as everybody now stared at Kala.

“Are you okay?” Lennie asked before Ula gave a bit of a nod, relief going through her as she noticed that her hand had thankfully gone untouched.

“I’m fine…”

“Kala! What the heck!?” Cordelia exclaimed, more surprised and concerned than upset. “You could have hurt Ula!”

The axolotl continued to growl at Ula before feeling as hands grabbed her, Kala looking up to notice that it was Davey who frowned a bit.

“I’m taking her with the other axolotls.” he announced before taking Kala away as she continued to stare at Ula.

“What was that about?” Lennie watched Kala go before looking back at Ula.

“I don’t know, do I smell weird to you?”

“Not that I can tell.”

“You smell as nice as always.” Cordelia popped some food into her mouth. “But you also smell a little bit like Schrader.”

“Schrader?” Ula made a weird face before sniffing her hand. “Probably because we were dancing together all night and stuff.”

“Hey speaking of. Where’d you two go off to after the party?” Lennie asked as Davey now returned, sitting back in his chair as he listened in on the conversation.

“Oh! I went with Schrader to the garage.” Ula gave a tiny laugh. “He showed me my birthday gift.”

“The car!” Cordelia exclaimed as she slammed her hands on the table rather excitedly. 

“What car?”

“Schrader built a car for Ula.” Davey then took a sip from his juice. “He worked on it for a long time.”

“And where is it?” Lennie turned to Ula.

“Oh, we left it at the garage. Didn’t want to use up any space and well, haha, I didn’t want mom seeing it just yet.” she told everybody. “Then he brought me back home. Or, at least I think that’s what happened. Honestly, everything is a blur.”

“Well, that’s really great.” Lennie smiled at Ula who returned the gesture. “I hope to see it soon.”

“I’m actually gonna go get it today. Right after I finish hanging out with the guys and visit the pier.” Ula took a piece of her waffle, waving it around on her fork. “I was gonna walk, but then James called and said that he’d be willing to drive me over to band practice, then I’ll just walk to get the car.”

Right before anybody was able to say anything else, they heard the front door’s bell ring.

“Ooh! That must be him!” Ula stood up before grabbing her plates and putting them in the sink. “Would one of you please let him in? I need to quickly change.”

“I’ll get it!” Cordelia jumped off her chair before rushing to the front door, opening it as she looked up at the tall figure belonging to James. “Jamie!”

“Hello there Cordelia!” James kindly smiled down at her before softly patting her head. “How do you do?”

“Great! Especially after the party last night!” Cordelia took his hand to lead him into the dining room. “And my big sister is an adult now!”

“I know. But adult life can be quite difficult at times.” James chuckled to himself as he was now in the dining room. “Good morning Lennie, Davey.”

“Mornin’.” Davey and Lennie replied with small waves as James approached them.

“You here for Ula?”

“Indeed I am.” James nodded before he and everybody else looked to the outside of the dining room where Ula now ran in. “Ula!”

“Jim Jam!” Ula giggled as she swooped her hair behind her. “Hi! I just had to change since I took a shower before breakfast. I’m ready now.”

“Perfect!” James grinned before turning back to Ula’s family. “Well, we will be on our way now if you do not mind.”

“You know we don’t.” Lennie smiled at the two. “Have fun Ula.”

“Thanks dad, see you later, and with that car.~” Ula waved at her family before she and James exited the house, walking to his car before he opened the door for her. “ Thank you.”

James gave a nod before walking around and climbed inside, taking hold of the steering wheel for a brief moment.

“I hope you know we’re not going to your band practice.” James turned to Ula who looked at him in confusion. 

“Why is that?” Ula blinked in surprise before James brought a hand off the wheel and to his hair, slicking it back as he gave a smirk.

“We’ve got better things to do sweetheart.” he gave a dark chuckle as Ula watched him, his eyes then glowing a pink color. “Or should I say, my lovely daughter?”

“Of course, father.” Ula then returned the grin and chuckle, her eyes flashing before completely turning into a matching pink color.

#tbh #this stuff was pretty obvious #x3

[sun-kissed-star]

i wrote this for @dying-poet because i Love Her

trigger warning: hunger, small mentions of death

Race poked his head out the window, breathing in the air of the early morning. He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling it would be a good day. Maybe it was because he hadn’t woken up to the sound of Jack clanging around the roof or a pair of suspenders being thrown at his face.

In fact, he hadn’t heard a word from Jack since the morning bell rang. Crutchie had come down a while ago, leaning on his crutch with his usual grin, but with no Jack in sight.

“Hey, Jackie!” Race shouted, climbing out on the fire escape. He rattled the metal ladder as hard as he could. “Up and at ‘em!”

Race waited a few seconds, then when he didn’t hear Jack whining from the roof, he grabbed the ladder again and started climbing. “Jack!”

When he reached the edge of the roof, he found Jack sitting up on his bedroll. His eyes were drooping and his hat was pulled over his face. Race hoisted himself up, walked over, and shook his shoulder. Jack’s head snapped up.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m up,” he grumbled, adjusting his hat. “Quit whinin’. I’ve been up for,” he interrupted himself with a yawn, “hours.”

Race rolled his eyes. “Well, ya sure don’t look the part. You doin’ okay, Jackie? You’re usually the first one up.”

“I’m fine, kid. Don’t think on it.” Jack yawned again and stumbled to his feet. It was almost as if he was using Race’s shoulder to stay upright. “Let’s get to sellin’, yeah?”

Race nodded slowly. “Yeah. Let’s get to it.”

—

At the selling gate, Race didn’t say anything about letting Jack lean into his side. When the nuns finally showed up with stale rolls and coffee, Race separated from him to grab rations for the little kids.

“Here ya go, guys,” he said, ruffling a kid’s hair as he passed the bread around. He’d discreetly handed his own roll off to Elmer. He could go without breakfast for another day, it wouldn’t kill him.

Then, as he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, Jack materialized at his side. He shoved a bread roll and a cup of coffee into Race’s hands.

“The nuns had some extra this mornin’,” he said. “Eat up, kid.”

“Didn’t they have extra yesterday, too?” Race said, glancing around for a second before biting into the roll.

“Yeah, guess so,” Jack said. The nuns came around to collect their empty cups just as Morris and Oscar opened the gates. Race wolfed down the rest of the roll and licked his fingers, smiling at Jack before turning to the Delanceys to do his usual griping. Jack had an arm around his shoulders, gripping at the fabric of his vest. He was a tactile guy, and Race wasn’t worried. He was fine. Jack was fine.

—

Jack wasn’t fine.

For once, Race had decided to stay in Manhattan to sell. Whether that was because he was worried about Jack or because he had a couple guys in Brooklyn that wanted to punch him in the face, he couldn’t say, but either way it kept him on the same street as Jack for most of the day.

Around noon, Jack wandered over to Race’s spot. He looked half-dazed, like his eyes were focusing on a spot in the distance.

“Wanna go get some lunch?” he said, snatching the coins from Race’s hands to count them.

“Oh, uh, no, I’ll pass,” Race said. “You goin’ down to Jacobi’s?”

Jack frowned, grabbing Race’s paper bag to drag him forward. “Not if you’re not comin’ with,” he whined. “C’mon, you’ve got half a dozen papes left. You’ll be fine.”

Race rolled his eyes, grabbing his coins back. “I don’t got the money. I gotta pay lodgin’ fees for the last couple days -”

“I’ll cover ya,” Jack said automatically. “I got some to spare.”

Race wouldn’t say he agreed to get lunch, but somehow he found himself standing outside Jacobi’s, waiting for Jack to come out with a couple sandwiches. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but his stomach was growling a little. He could pay Jack back later.

The bell above the door chimed, and Jack stepped out with some food wrapped in paper. “Voila,” he said, presenting it with a low bow. “Anything else I can do for you, your Highness?”

“Shuddup,” Race said. Unwrapping the paper, he pulled out half a sandwich on stale bread. He started breaking it in half when Jack shook his head and swatted his hand.

“Hey, none’a that,” he said. “You take it. I had my half while I was waitin’ for Jacobi to wrap it up.”

Race peered at him, taking note of the bags under Jack’s eyes. They were darker than they usually were in contrast to Jack’s pale, sunken face. “...You sure?”

Jack closed his eyes when he nodded, like he just needed a few seconds of rest he hadn’t gotten the night before. Except Crutchie had said he was still out like a light when the morning bell rang, so that didn’t make sense. “Yeah.”

Race kept looking at him, the sandwich still in his hands. He couldn’t shake a certain thought out of his head, and as much as he hated it, it was the only thing other than pure illness he could think of.

He knew what it was like to be hungry. He knew what it was like to try and sell with an empty stomach, and he knew what it was like to be living off the energy of an apple from three days ago. The longest he’d ever gone without eating was four days. Looking at the way Jack’s clothes were hanging off his frame more than normal, Race started wondering how long he’d ever gone.

He looked down at the sandwich, turning it over in his hands. “...The nuns didn’t have extra bread this mornin’, did they?”

He could hear Jack go still. “What’re you on about? ‘Course they did. I think a kid didn’t show up or somethin’. Eat the damn sandwich an-”

Race shook his head, taking a step back and slowly letting his face morph into a glare. “Don’t lie to me, Jackie. I ain’t a little kid. Just… you ain’t been eating, have you?”

Jack was shaking his head, but the dots were connecting in Race’s head and it felt so obvious that he felt like hitting himself. Jack had handed him a sausage and a loaf of bread last night when Race had already given his rations to Romeo. He’d found an apple and some cheese sitting under his bed two days ago. The bread roll and the cup of coffee, the sandwich... he was such an idiot. Jack was an idiot.

“You’ve been givin’ up your food for me.”

Jack sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Racer -”

“Kelly, that ain’t fair! You’re always on my ass about not eatin’, then you turn around and do the same thing! I know you think you’ve gotta save all the damn strays, but starvin’ yourself ain’t gonna fuckin’ help anything!”

“I don’t know what else I can do!” Jack shouted, throwing his hands out. He was breathing heavily, either from adrenaline or lack of energy. “Race, I can only help one kid at a time. And if that means makin’ sure you ain’t gonna die this winter, it’s gotta be like that. When was the last time you took food without handin’ some of it out to the kids?” Race stayed silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Well,” Race sputtered, “it ain’t gettin’ us nowhere else when you’re the one missin’ meals. They need you more than me, Jack.”

“That’s so far from the damn truth, I’m gonna -”

“You’re gonna what?” Race said vigorously, stepping forward until their faces were six inches apart. “You’re killin’ yourself, Kelly. There ain’t much you can do to me when you can’t stand on two feet.”

“Race, I-!” Jack suddenly stopped, taking a deep breath as if he needed a minute to collect the thoughts tripping over themselves to get out of his head. “I know. I damn well know that. I know what it’s like to be hungry. The Refuge knocked it in my head pretty good. But you just look so much… happier. You’re actually smiling when your face ain’t pale and lookin’ like you escaped death’s door. If it can’t be me buggin’ the shit out of everyone at sunrise, I want it to be you.”

Race half-smiled. “As much as I appreciate you thinkin’ my mug ain’t half bad,” he said, “the guys need your obnoxious shit almost as much as they need mine. Crutchie’s gonna beat the shit out of me if he finds out I’m the reason you look like you crawled your way up from hell every day.”

“‘Obnoxious’, really? Spendin’ too much time with Davey, huh?”

Race snorted. “Yeah, I’m the one spendin’ quality time with him, sure.” Jack went a little red in the face, and Race spared him some embarrassment by looking down at the sandwich balled up in his hands. It was a little squished, but still good. He broke it in half and waved it in Jack’s face. “Start eatin’, Cowboy,” he said. “They don’t take kids lookin’ as sick as you in the wild west.”

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#racetrack higgins #jack kelly #newsies #newsies fic #my writing #tw hunger #look at themmmmm #hi olivia i love u #you said you wanted jack n race so i hope this is decent

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

A Date

Pairings: Ravey, Background Jatherine, Implied and Past One-Sided Javid

Characters: Race (POV), Davey, Jack, Katherine, Crutchie/Charlie, Sarah

A/N: Crutchie goes by his birthname in this, Charlie because I can’t think of a reasonable explanation why Crutchie would walk around calling himself Crutchie in a Modern AU.

How dare Davey Jacobs exist?

That phrase was banging through Race’s head, it was all Race could think of his whole shift. It made him a disaster the whole time — he had mixed up up at least three people’s orders, dropped seven glasses, and spilled coffee four times on the carpet. Though the customers had been all very gracious and understanding (because they were decent human beings) Race knew the manager for the night, Snyder (who was not a decent human being), already didn’t like him, so he knew this particular shift was doing little to convince Snyder not to fire Race.

“Rough night, huh Higgins?” Jack (a semi-decent human being) asked by the drink station, loading three cups of coffee on his tray for an order by the far window. Jack was smirking his ass off — he knew exactly what Race was thinking of and why.

Race scolded and wiped down the side of the tea container, even though it was already clean. The traffic in the dinner was steady enough right now, but not busy, leaving Race with just a little bit of downtime as he waited for the cook, Albert, to finish making the order. And if it was the container was empty, Race was trying to do everything he could not to sneak a glance behind him, where Davey was currently collecting an order.

Even if Davey’s sleeves were rolled up and gave Race a perfect view of his arms or if his hair was perfectly waved today. Race was not going to look — it would put him out of sorts again and he was already on thin ice.

“Shut up,” Race shot back, not looking up at Jack.

“You know the rule, you daydream about your partner at work, you get dragged,” Jack said, eyes crinkling. Race bit the inside of his cheek. He had basically dragged Jack through the mud before Jack had finally manned up and asked his girlfriend Katherine out and thought non-stop about her, so it would be a huge hypocritical statement to get on Jack’s case for doing the same to him.

“He’s not my partner,” Race, finally daring to turn around but pointedly keeping his gaze on Jack. “I don’t even know if he’s into guys.”

“Don’t know if who is into guys?”

Race’s heart dropped to the floor and he was sure all his blood drained out of his body. Jack gave a shit-eating grin, and started to head out over to the table he was waiting on. Race swallowed thickly and turned around to see a confused Davey, which very much made Race’s head start spinning again because Davey looked so good to day and he can’t focus when that happens.

“Oh, uh, just some guy I’m into,” Race said awkwardly and internally cringed. Smooth, Anthony, smooth.

Davey’s face flickered with something and Race was surprised. Why was Davey disappointed?

The moment passed and Davey moved past Race to the tea container to fill a cup, most likely for the table he had just been at it. It was quiet for a moment but then Davey spoke.

“I get how you feel though,” Davey said. Race blinked in surprise.

“What?” Race asked.

“You said if you don’t know if your crush or whatever was into men,” Davey said nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the fire Race felt in his heart. Davey shrugged for good measure. “I know how that feels — the uncertainty. It sucks.” Race’s breath caught in his throat. Wait, was-was Davey saying what Race thought he was saying?

“What — are you — you like —“

“Guys?” Davey said, smiling brightly and turning around to face Race. “Yeah. Well, not exclusively, I’m bi.”

“Really?” Race’s excitement was building. At least Davey and him were compatible orientation wise, that was a step in the right direction. “So, you-you date guys?”

Davey blushed. “Well, I’ve wanted to date guys. They’ve been straight or didn’t like me though. I had a girlfriend, once, but we broke up.”

“I’m sorry you guys broke —“ Before the words were out, Davey was shaking his head with a laugh.

“Me and her are still friends,” Davey said. “She didn’t break up with me because she started hating me or something, she just realized she was a lesbian.”

Race gave a quiet laugh. “Good for her.”

Davey nodded once, softly. “Yeah, good for her.”

Race clapped his hands awkwardly and Davey returned to filling the glasses for his current table. What exactly was Race supposed to say next? A declaration of love? Start flirting with Davey? What was the protocol here?

“So, uh, got your eye on anyone in particular?” Race asked. Davey shrugged again.

“I thought Jack was cute for awhile when I first got here,” David said, “but then I found out he’s like practically engaged to Katherine, so that kinda popped that bubble.”

Race cursed Jack at first — because of course Jack would catch Davey’s eye. Jack caught everyone’s eye. Jack was characteristically handsome and more striking to look out, of course Davey would first notice the dark-haired boy. But then he caught that Davey had seemed to move on from Jack, maybe not someone else, but at least at peace at not being with Jack.

“What about you?” Davey asked, stacking the full cups on a tray. “Who’s this mystery guy you’re kinda into?”

Race’s breath caught. Now or never, Race decided.

“You,” Race said. Davey seemed taken aback for a second, stopping what he was doing and turned back to Race, cup of water still in hand.

“Me?” Davey asked, eyes wide. Race swallowed back his fear and summed his cocky grin from somewhere, hoping it came off more charming than he thought.

“Yeah, you gorgeous,” Race said. Davey rolled his eyes and turned away from him again.

“Funny, Race,” Davey said. Race felt panic — Davey thought he was making a joke.

“I’m not kidding Davey,” Race said. His voice sounded weaker than he would have liked. Davey turned to face him again, but his face was more neutral, dark brows burrowed in confusion. “I-I kinda like you and I-I kinda, I was kinda hoping you might want to -to go on a date with me.”

Davey just stared for a moment, before he gave a small smile. “I’d kinda like that.”

Race felt his world fall apart but also glue back together when Davey said that.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Davey said, and once again he was much more nonchalant than Race expected.

Davey checked his watch and picked up the tray, still smiling at Race.

“Text me later when you want to meet or call me or whatever,” Davey said, leaving out of the area and to the table. Race just stared with wide eyes, unable to tear his eyes away from the form of Davey Jacobs.

^^^^

“Really? You’re wearing that?”

Race looked down at this blue button-up and dark skinny jeans, suddenly very anxious about what he was wearing. Was it too much? Should he switch to a t-shirt? Was it too little? Should he break out his one (1) tie and pair of dress pants? They were just going to the movies....

“Is their something wrong with it?” Race asked. Katherine (a normally decent human being) hummed from her spot on the couch, Jack’s head in her lap as he thumbed through his phone. Charlie had Jack’s legs in his lap on the other end of the couch, Jack’s legs balancing the lap top Charlie (a perfectly decent and wonderful cinnamon roll) was ignoring at the moment to look over Race’s outfit.

“If you want to be single, there’s nothing wrong with your outfit,” Katherine said. Race groaned.

“Kath, leave him alone,” Charlie said. “You look fine, Race. Katherine’s just a fashion snob. Davey will love what your wearing.”

Katherine huffed and leaned back against the green, worn couch. “If I wanted to be called a snob, I would have stayed at my apartment with my roommate.”

Race rolled his eyes. “You really think Davey will like it?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, not looking up from his phone. “Those pants make your ass look good. He likes your ass, so he’ll like those pants.”

Race blinked, but then he smiled. “He likes my ass?”

“Yes, he does,” Jack said, reaching for a bowl of popcorn on the floor. Charlie checked the time on his laptop and frowned.

“You may want to hurry Race,” Charlie said. “You said you’ll pick him up at seven and it’s almost a quarter till.” Race checked his phone and sure enough, Charlie was right. Quickly grabbing his coat, he rushed out of the apartment with his keys and a hasty parting. By time he nearly made it to Davey’s apartment, Race was out of breath — from nerves or running here, Davey wasn’t sure.Running a hand through his blond hair and taking a deep breath, Race knocked gently on the door.

A series of crashes and a female voice laughing could be heard, and then the door opened to reveal Davey, who was smiling brightly in a dark dress shirt and jeans.

“Hey Race!” Davey said. The female voice called out something.

“You gonna trip again, Davey?!”

Davey turned away from Race and scolded.

“Sarah!” Davey said. “Can you act like a normal human being for once?!” The female voice cackled and droned out, presumably because she went deeper into the apartment.

Davey turned back to Race and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, my sister is —“

Race waved it off. “I live with Jack, Dave. I understand embarrassing people when guests show up.” Race smirked. “May have done it to him once or twice.” Davey gave him a knowing look. “Or twenty times.”

Davey nodded and reached to grab something on his wall, his keys, and slipped it into his pocket. He stepped outside to meet Race, smiling once again as he shut the door.

“You ready?” No.

“Yes.”

^^^

“Well that was a good movie,” Davey said as they arrived back at Davey’s door. Race nodded once and shuffled his feet awkwardly on the hall carpet.

“Yeah, it was good,” Race said. Race smiled and looked down at where Davey’s hand was still clutched in his own. “This was nice. I-I had fun. Di-did you?”

Race had very much had fun. Spending time with Davey, clutching his hand tightly the whole time. He had especially loved the walk back and from, where he got to spend talking about anything — trivial things like their favorite candy (Kosher skittles — Davey, Snickers — Race) and also more somber things like where they grow up (Manhattan — both) and what they wanted to do with their lives (law — Race, medicine — Davey).He was hesitant to let the night end. There was so much more about Davey that he wanted to know. So much he wanted to learn.

“I had fun too,” Davey said. Davey squeezed his hand and then snuck a glance at the door. “Wo-would you-you like to come in? For coffee or something?”

Race bit his lip. Did Davey mean coffee literally or was he referring to .... No, no way. Davey seemed like the take-it slow type. But still, Race put on a grin and leaned closer.

“Can’t wait to get your hands on me, uh, Dave?” Race asked, wiggling his brows suggestively. Davey blushed a little but mostly laughed it off.

“I mean actual coffee, Race,” Davey said, rolling his eyes. Then Davey’s smile twitched. “Although you do look great in those jeans.”

Race’s heart stopped beating, which shut off circulation to his brain thus rendering him unable to make decisions. Or at least, that’s what Race decided must be what happened, because that was the only reasonable explanation for what he did next.

Race leaned forward and connected his lips to Davey’s, eyes shutting tight out of fear of Davey’s reaction. At first, Davey’s lips were stiff beneath Race’s, but then they were moving too, pushing against Race’s own. Race’s hands slipped into the brunet’s hair, fingers curling around the short strands. This movement was in time with Davey’s hands curling around Race, one resting on Race’s hip and another on the small of his back.

Race moaned into his lips and never wanted to stop kissing them. Davey’s lips were soft and warm and perfect and Race felt like he had been waiting his whole life to touch them against his own. Davey pulled Race closer against him and yet Race wanted to be closer, even if they couldn’t be any closer — no space between their bodies and no air able to pass between their lips.

Eventually they had to pull away for air, and Race looked at Davey, both of them still tangled together in the hallway.

“So..uh, coffee?” Davey asked.

“Coffee,” Race affirmed, nodding. Davey (a wonderful human being and great kisser) smiled quickly let the two of them inside the apartment.

A/N: I love Ravey so much now, so enjoy my new obsession. Watch as a devolve into insanity over my new ship.

Have a blessed day.

— Princess Chess

#newsies #davey jacobs x racetrack higgins #ravey #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #newsies live

[sun-kissed-star]

Can you write a javid fic with light angst and lots of fluff?

Shoot this actually ended up being a lot more angsty than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it anyway. 

TW: Panic attack. Stay safe, babes!!

Friday, 8:02 A.M

SantaFeBoi: i think im gonna do it tonight

Ace: Really??

SantaFeBoi: shit yeah. i mean i dunno

Ace: Jack, don’t be dumb, okay? If you love him you should do it.

SantaFeBoi: if that was the only qualification i would have done it four years ago

Ace: You have the ring, you have the guy, now you just need the guts.

SantaFeBoi: gee thanks

Ace: I’m serious, though. You’ve been planning this for so long, just do it already.

SantaFeBoi: k

Ace: I hope ur not planning on doing it like that. Let me know how it goes!! If he says no then I’ll need a heads up so I can call in some emotional backup for your moping.

SantaFeBoi: u think hes gonna say no??

Ace: Not really. But it’s always best to be prepared.

Jack sighed at Katherine’s apparent words of encouragement, turning off his phone and putting it back on the nightstand beside the bed. He could hear the clanging and sizzling of a pan on the stove in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon wafted through the open door.

Today. He was going to do it today. In all honesty, the thought made him a little queasy. What was he supposed to say? Should he have rehearsed this? He had all day. Should he rehearse it?

“Davey Jacobs,” he muttered under his breath, staring up at the ceiling. “Would you do me the honor of being Davey Jacobs-Kelly? Shit, no, I sound like an idiot…”

~

In all honesty, walking in on his boyfriend whispering to himself was far from the weirdest thing he’d experienced with Jack. After all, there was that time a week or two ago when Davey had gone to get him at his studio in the middle of the night and found him talking to his paintbrushes, fueled only on sleep deprivation and a mug of paint water.

“Jack?”

Jack’s head snapped up from the pillow, wide-eyed at being caught, but he still maintained an innocent smile.

“Mornin’, Dave.”

Davey shook his head and sighed, smiling. “There’s eggs and bacon. Hungry?”

“Starvin’.” Jack crawled out from under the covers, shivering at the sudden chill that came without them. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms over his head, then followed Davey out of the room without bothering to make a trip to the closet.

“Would it kill you to put a shirt on?” Davey called over his shoulder in fond exasperation, rooting through the cupboard for plates and glasses.

“Nah,” Jack shrugged, grinning as he leaned over the counter. “But would you really prefer me to get dressed?” he said, straightening to flex mockingly. Davey rolled his eyes, crossing with the dishes in hand and pecking him on the cheek as he passed.

“I think I’ll live,” he said. “Get the silverware, would you?”

Breakfast passed in comfortable silence, not much conversation exchanged between the clinking of glasses. Jack seemed a little on edge and was pushing more food around on his plate than he was eating, but Davey didn’t mention it — he was probably just tired from another late night in the studio.

“Well, I have the day off,” Davey said, rising to his feet as he scraped the last bit of eggs off his plate. “It’s records day at the school. You better head out soon.”

Jack groaned, leaning back in his chair. “How about I just stay home today.”

“No,” Davey chastised lightly, coming up behind him and squatting down to wrap his arms around Jack’s waist. “Not a good idea.”

Jack pouted, sticking out his bottom lip and twisting his head around to see Davey. “Tryin’ to get rid of me that easily? I’m wounded, Davey.”

“No, I’m trying to get rid of those bills sitting on the counter, and we won’t do that anytime soon if you don’t quit laying around.”

Jack groaned again, dramatically heaving himself up, bringing Davey with him. Jack turned and grabbed Davey’s arms, bringing him around so they were face to face instead of face to back.

“I’ve gotta talk to you tonight,” he said. His light, teasing tone was gone, replaced with something more serious and hesitant.

“What about?”

“Our, uh…” Jack laughed nervously, running his fingers through his tangled mop of hair and gesturing between them with his other hand. “Our relationship, I guess? Sounds cheesy, but I’ll be back tonight to, uh, say it better — I think.”

As Jack stammered through an explanation, Davey stared at him, trying to put the words together so they would make an ounce of sense. Their relationship? What the hell did that mean?

“Our relationship?” he said, mimicking his thoughts. “Are you… are you breaking up with me?”

“No!” Jack shouted, a little too fast to ease Davey’s suspicions. “No. I just… need to talk to you.” He brought Davey in for a kiss, hands on his shoulders. Davey gladly returned it, even as his train of thought mulled over the words again and again in his head. “I’ll see you tonight about it. I love you.”

Davey smiled into the kiss. “I love you too.”

~

“I think I’m gonna call it off.”

“No, you’re not,” Crutchie said, swinging his crutch out at Jack and hitting him in the shin.

“I dunno what I’m supposed to say!” Jack protested, grumpily rubbing the sore spot. “Do I plan a speech? When am I s’pposed to pop the question? Do I say it outright?”

“Well, first you need to stop pacin’ and take a deep breath,” Crutchie said. Jack obliged, collapsing next to him on the pullout couch shoved in the corner of his studio. “Just say whatever comes to mind, okay? If you love him, you should feel comfortable around him, right? You’ll know what to do when the time comes. It’ll feel natural.”

“How do you know?”

Crutchie shrugged. “I’ve been askin’ around. I kinda knew this was comin’. That’s what Katherine said happened when she asked Sarah. Remember she was freakin’ out right before? And Sarah still said yes, right?”

“I don’t wanna pressure him into nothin’, though.”

“And you won’t,” Crutchie assured him patiently. “He’ll make his own decision. I’ve seen him makin’ heart eyes at you, though. I wouldn’t be too worried about his answer.”

Jack pouted and gave him a friendly punch in the arm. “We do not make heart eyes.”

“You can tell yourself that,” Crutchie said, shrugging vaguely.

~

As the minutes ticked by, the clock in the kitchen announcing each hour that passed, Davey grew more and more anxious waiting for Jack to come home. Their talk that morning hadn’t soothed him at all. If anything, Jack’s rushed words just made the panic creep in quicker.

They had to be breaking up. What else could “talking about their relationship” mean? Sure, Jack got flustered when he was nervous, but what would he have to be nervous about?

His leg was bouncing at lightning speed, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and glancing at the door every few seconds.

Jack was leaving him. He had found someone better, someone he loved more. Someone he deserved.

Davey’s breaths were coming faster. He put a hand on his tightening chest, trying to steady them, but his head was pounding and he couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the thoughts that were blurring together in his mind.

Jack didn’t love him anymore — hell, maybe he had never loved him in the first place. All the late night whispers and hugs and kisses — they could have all been fake, for all he knew.

His hands were shaking. The bile rising in his throat warned him he was an inch away from discarding the remnants of what could have been his last meal with the man he loved all over the floor. He was glad he had skipped lunch.

What did he do? He needed Jack. Had it always been like this — had Jack been planning it, or had Davey done something to screw it all up, to end that one thing in his life that made him happy beyond belief.

He put his head in his hands, feeling the sweat building up on his forehead and blinking away the black spots dotting his vision. He would not pass out. He had to keep it together, for Jack’s sake.

~

Jack took a few shallow breaths before he opened the door. He fingered the black velvet box in his pocket. Katherine had been right after all, now that he was here and thinking about it. He had the perfect ring, the perfect guy — he was still waiting on that courage, though.

He swung the door open. Better late than never, right? But, as he stepped inside, he could immediately tell there were more important things at hand than his nerves. Davey was hyperventilating on the couch, his head bowed low enough to graze his knees.

“Davey?” Jack stuffed his keys in his pocket, slamming the door and immediately regretting it as Davey jumped at the sudden noise. “Davey, babe, what happened?”

Davey didn’t reply. Jack took a few slow steps forward, analyzing the situation. A panic attack. He had helped Davey through more than a few before, and he knew how awful they could be. He kneeled in front of his boyfriend.

“Davey, it’s Jack. Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

It took a minute, but Davey nodded his head a fraction of an inch. Jack took his hands carefully, and Davey flinched but didn’t pull away, which was a good sign.

“Good. You’re doin’ a really good job, Davey,” Jack said softly. “Can you breathe for me? In and out, c’mon. It’s okay. I’m here now. In for three, hold for three, out for three.”

~

Davey released a shaky breath, already calmer at the soothing sound of Jack’s gentle, warm voice. He recognized the breathing patterns through his muddled mind, counting silently in his head and moving his lips with the beats. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three.

They sat together for what could have been ten minutes or an hour. Davey’s breath evened out, slowly but steadily, as Jack talked, his words grounding.

“Alright,” Jack said. His voice was still just above a whisper, but Davey had taken his head out of his hands, and his blurry vision had cleared to see Jack’s face, full of concern. “What’s goin’ on, Dave? Was there a reason it happened?”

Davey chewed his lip, avoiding the appraising gaze by staring down at his socks. Jack reached out, hesitating. When Davey nodded, he planted his hands on either side of his face, rubbing the dry tears tracking down his cheeks with his thumb.

“It was…” Davey cleared his scratchy, hoarse throat. Wordlessly, Jack removed his hands, got to his feet and returned with a tall glass of water, pressing it into his hand with a small smile. Davey took a grateful sip before starting again, rubbing the fabric of his shirt between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke.

~

“It was because you said you needed to talk, I guess,” Davey murmured.

Oh. Right. In the heat of the moment, he had somehow forgotten about what was soon to be one of the most important days of his life. But that could happen to anybody. “Right… what was it that made you panic, though? I’m not judgin’ you, just wanna make sure it don’t happen again.”

He watched Davey twist the hem of his shirt before speaking. He refused to look up, and his eyes squeezed shut as he stuttered. “Are you breaking — are you breaking up with me?”

Jack’s head shot up from where he had been rubbing circles on his boyfriend’s hand. “What?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Davey repeated. Jack felt something painfully pierce his heart at the broken expression on his face, void of emotion.

“No… Dave, no!” Jack said. Davey tensed up, his shoulders hunching. “Sorry. I just… no, baby, no. I’m not breakin’ up with you. Shit, I’m sorry, I was too vague this mornin’, wasn’t I? I’m so sorry. No, I’m not goin’ anywhere if you ain’t.”

Davey finally tore his gaze away from his lap. “Really? Okay, thank you. I mean, not thank you, I just thought you found someone better than me that doesn’t panic because their boyfriend said he needed to talk and —”

Jack clamped a hand over his mouth before he could ramble any further, then brought it away to replace it with a gentle kiss. “Davey, shut up. You’re the only person I wanna be with. And… well, actually…” He hesitated for a second. Better now than never. He was already on his kneeling in front of the couch. Carefully, he slid one of his legs out in front of him, raising himself up as he fumbled in his pocket. Tactfully ignoring his pounding heart, he drew the box out of his pocket. “You’re always gonna be the only person I wanna be with. This was supposed to be more romantic and shit, but I mean… you’re in your pajamas and we’re both shakin’ and it ain’t really what I was plannin’, but… this life is all I want. ‘Cause all that romantic shit ain’t always us, and if this is what it’s gonna be like, that’s what I want. David Jacobs, would you marry me?”

~

Friday, 6:40 P.M

SantaFeBoi: im engaged now

Ace: Called it.

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