In which Nico’s charm rubs off on you, so much so that you didn’t realise his fame or just how much he turned you on
contents: implied sex, nico being a gentleman, reader being oblivious
wc: 2138
author’s note: i liked the idea of reader not knowing nico was a hockey player and thought it was funny to add that + sorry it took a twist at the end but i thought it needed it idk + i lowkey don’t know much about the nj devils, but i think nico is absolutely beautiful so i wanted to write something ok sorry i talk too much 😀
The chatter of the cafe around you faded as you put your earbuds in, unpausing your playlist as you began to finish typing up your report that’s been missing for weeks now.
You sighed, head hanging down before taking a sip of your tea, trying to stay focused.
Once you continued to work for a few more minutes you decided you would just finish it once you got back home.
As you were shutting your computer and shoving it into your backpack you noticed this guy standing in line, hands in his pockets as he squinted at the menu.
You could’ve sworn that you’d seen him before, but you couldn’t tell.
You could tell how beautiful he is though.
Shaking your head, you threw your bag over your shoulders, stopping to throw away your cup on your way out the door.
As you were stood outside the cafe, fumbling with your bag as you looked for your keys, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
And there he was.
That handsome guy that was standing in line was suddenly face to face with you.
And holding your wallet for some reason.
“Uh, you left this at the table, I think it would have been pretty bad for you to lose all of it.” He spoke, holding it up for you to take.
Your eyes went wide as you took it from his hands, fingers brushing past his gently.
“Thank you so much, I didn’t even realise that it was gone.” You awkwardly chuckled, flipping it around in your hands before stuffing it in your pocket.
He looked at you for a moment, admiring you before speaking up again, flipping his hair out of his eyes. “I know this is weird to ask, but could I maybe get your number? You’re really pretty, and I would like to maybe get to know you.”
“Oh yeah, sure, sure.” You stammered, cheeks flushing as you pulled your phone out and handing it to him so he could put in his number and text to say it was him.
“Nico?” You asked, making sure that was his name.
“That’s me. Hischier is my last name if you want that too.”
“I’ll add it, just in case.” You smiled before sending a message with your name so he would know it was you.
The both of you giggled while still looking at each other.
“Anyways, I hope you have a good rest of your day, be safe on your way home.” He said with a soft smile before waving goodbye and walking back into the cafe.
You knew you’d be thinking about him later.
In plenty of ways.
How responsible was it for him to actually notice the wallet was yours and to bring it to you?
That was hot.
How politely he asked for your number, even complimenting you?
Hot.
Telling you to have a safe ride home, treating you like a real person?
He was the perfect man in all of your wet dreams.
And that’s where he would probably continue to stay.
Once you made it back home, you unlocked your phone, noticing you had a few unread messages, some of them from Nico.
“Sorry for bothering you but I wanted to make sure you made it home alright?”
“Preferably with your wallet this time?”
You giggled, fumbling down onto your couch as you typed out a response.
“yeah im home safe and sound lol”
He immediately responded, as if he were waiting for you.
“That’s good.”
Proper grammar and capitalization when he’s texting you?
Maybe he was the most perfect guy in the world.
You continued to text him back and forth for a while, smiling giddily the entire time.
“Do you like hockey, by any chance? I was able to get a free ticket close to the glass, I figured maybe you would want to go tomorrow night?”
You didn’t even realise that he said he only got one ticket because you were solely focused that he was asking you out on a date.
You weren’t as familiar with hockey as some of your friends and family, but if this is your chance at meeting up with Nico, you were going to take it in a heartbeat.
“are you kidding? i would love to go! if youre ok with sending me the tickets, i can meet you there?”
“I can do that. ☺️ I’m excited to see you then!”
“I’ll see you soon! im so excited!”
You grinned to yourself as you closed your messages, immediately going to call your best friend to ask for advice for tomorrow.
She helped you plan your outfit as you explained how you somehow managed to get his number, which she was incredibly proud of you for accepting.
That night went faster than you had thought, but that meant that this morning would be even quicker.
Once you had gotten dressed and ate some breakfast, you just decided to pace in your kitchen, your excitement being overtaken by nerves.
Every once in a while you would check the time, finally deciding to grab your keys and start heading down to the arena.
—---
Hell.
That’s what it felt like to get through the crowded halls as you tried to get to your seat.
Pretty funny considering you came to watch the Devils play, but it really was difficult to push past everyone.
Once you finally sat down, directly behind the glass, you glanced around, trying to see if Nico was making his way down.
Turning back around since you didn’t find him, you checked your phone to see if he had texted you back after you had let him know you were here.
Minutes went by and there was a few seconds before the Devils came out for warmups and you were disappointed.
Nico never texted you back, and more importantly he hadn’t shown up.
You leaned back in your seat, evidence of a frown on your face as you watched the players glide onto the ice.
You looked down at your phone for just a moment and all of a sudden someone was knocking on the glass in front of you.
“Nico! Holy shit!” You shot up, meeting him at the glass as you looked him up and down. “I didn’t know you’d be on the ice!”
He snickered while raising his eyebrow. “You didn’t recognise my name when I introduced myself?”
“I’m not as into hockey as I thought apparently.” You giggled.
“I don’t mind that.” He smiled before telling you to move back for a second.
You were a little confused but listened anyway, taking a step or two back before he took his stick and flipped a puck over the glass for you
“I’ll see you later!” He called out, watching you smile while holding the puck as he pushed himself away and back onto center ice.
For the rest of the first period, you couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face.
You watched intently, realising you actually knew more about hockey than you had originally thought, yet of course you mainly focused on where Nico was.
During the intermission, as the players made it to the locker room, Nico was getting chirped by some of his teammates.
“Who was that lady you were talking to, Nico? Is she your girlfriend?” Timo and some of the other guys laughed which caused for an eyeroll from Nico himself, though they could still see his subtle smirk.
“No, well, maybe not yet.” His cheeks turned pink as they laughed at him again.
“Better try to show off for her then.”
“I’m going to try.”
The second period came and went, the game tied 3-3, but the Devils were pretty determined to change that.
Towards the end of period three, Nico gained control of the puck, sliding his way to the opposing net.
He passed it a few times between his teammates before it finally came back to him.
In the last few seconds of the game, he took a clean shot and the goal horn went off.
Before even celebrating with his teammates, he skated to the glass in front of you with a grin as he cheered.
His friends quickly made it over to him, crowding him and celebrating their win.
Once they started to move toward the tunnel, he turned and quickly yelled to you. “Meet me at the main exit!” He said with a grin, in which you gave a thumbs up before he pulled himself away.
—---
You waited awkwardly next to what you hoped were the right doors, the puck he gave you sticking out of your back pocket slightly.
Just as soon as you looked up from your phone, Nico was walking toward you with a smile.
“So, what did you think of the game?”
“It was fun, I got a puck from a cute guy. I think it was a good night for me.” You smirked as he began to walk you out of the doors that led to the parking lot.
“I’m glad it was good then.” He paused, hesitating before continuing on. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to actually go out sometime, maybe with me actually being with you the whole time.” He laughed with an awkward grin.
“I would love that.” You smiled before realising he was still walking alongside you as you made it to your car.
“Well, text me later, let me know what works best for you because I’d love to see you again.”
The two of you said your goodbyes before he wandered away as you shut the door of your car.
You immediately picked up your phone to call your best friend.
—---
It was early December when Nico wasn’t hearing much from you.
You’d been dating for a few months, but all of a sudden you weren’t texting as much, which is exactly why he was on his way to your place.
Once he unlocked the door with his spare key and kicked off his shoes, he looked around, not seeing you in the living room or kitchen.
His brows furrowed in confusion and worry, but he continued to search anyways, finally landing on the door to your room.
He knocked gently before pushing it open, letting in a little light to which you groaned as you flipped over in your bed.
“Why are you here so early?”
He sighed as he walked farther into your room. “It is three in the afternoon, if anything, I’m here late.”
“Okay, but why?”
“Because you haven’t been talking to me much lately, and I’m very worried about you.”
Now that he was saying it, it finally hit you how much you’ve been keeping to yourself as of late.
Seasonal depression hit you hard causing you to isolate yourself.
You were always at home, making up excuses to not go out, and just not talking to a lot of people.
“ ‘m sorry..” You hummed as you felt him sit down near your legs.
“It’s okay, I just want you to know that I’m here if you need anything, I am your boyfriend, you know.”
Tears began to prick at your eyes while Nico put a warm hand on your hip, rubbing soft circles with his thumb.
“How about we go sit in the kitchen for a bit, I can make you some tea? Maybe we can talk after that?”
You nodded as you sat up, somehow managing to pull yourself out of bed for teh first time in what felt like weeks.
As you sat at the table, waiting for the kettle to be done boiling, you watched as Nico, for some odd reason, did your dishes, eliminating the pile that you’ve been avoiding.
You didn’t ask him to, but for some reason, just so that you didn’t have to, he did.
This was the moment you realised that Nico really was the most perfect man for you.
He was responsible, respectful, and communicated with you no matter what.
He helped build shelves when you moved, did your dishes and made you tea when you weren’t feeling well, offering to do absolutely anything for you.
He did more for you than you thought, in more ways than just physically, he fed all your needs.
You stood up from the table, padding over to him and wrapped your arms around his chest. “Baby..”
“Yes, hun?” He hummed as he dried his hands off.
“Can we go back to my room?” You whined, knowing exactly how to get him to do what you wanted.
His cheeks flushed while he nodded, turning around to face you. “I’m guessing you’re feeling better now?”
“And I’ll be even better once my door shuts.”
And with that he practically pulled you to your room with a grin, happy to do anything for you.
✮⋆˙ summary - Y/n has been followed by the number 13 all her life. So when she is hired as the Devils' media girl, guys start joking about Nico being her lucky man, but what they don’t know is that Nico builds a crush on her. [3,5k]
✮⋆˙ warnings - nothing just a sweet pure content
✮⋆˙ please reblog guys ˙⋆✮
Friday the thirteenth, the thirteenth day of the month. That was thirteen days ago when the Devils hired her as their new media girl.
Her whole life, she had been followed by the number 13. It didn’t matter whether it was at school, in her personal life, or at work; the number followed her everywhere.
Right now, she is standing behind the bench, her camera in hand, watching the guys practice while she takes some videos and photos that she will post right after practice.
She has already set up her camera by the tunnel, together with the printed question right under it. The practice is longer today since they have a game later, so y/n will have a lot of work to do.
Raising her camera in front of her face, she focuses the lens on Nico and Timo, who are laughing behind the net, as she takes multiple pictures. Pulling the camera from her face, she clicks through the picture, smiling softly when she sees the dimples in Nico’s cheeks.
“Watcha smiling at?” Cody stops in front of y/n, a dust of snow covering her camera lens, and she sends him a pointed look. Cody just grins at her, cocking his head to the side as he waits for her answer.
“Just took a great picture of the Swiss duo,” she says with a shy smile, turning the camera to show him the photos. “I’m gonna post it right after the practice,” she adds, when she notices a smirk on his face.
“Yeah, they look cool,” he nods, still smiling at her. “What?” she asks him, when he doesn’t stop looking at her with that smirk.
He shakes his head as he slowly backs away from the boards. “Nothing,” and with that, he turns around and skates away, leaving her with a confused look. What she doesn’t realize is that she is wearing Nico’s Jersey.
“Weird,” she mumbles under her nose, before she lifts the camera to her face again, snapping a few pictures of Jasper and Jonas doing some drills.
The rest of the practice ran smoothly, y/n took her daily dose of photos and even made a few of the guys do a TikTok, which took her a lot of convincing, but eventually, Nico, Šimon, and Marky agreed to do it, and let’s just say, she never laughed harder than she did while recording the video.
The rest of her day, before the game, was spent editing videos and photos, uploading them on the Devil’s Instagram while she sang to her favourite songs. Country.
When her alarm went off at five pm, she knew it was her cue to get down to the back door to take a few pictures of the guys before the game. That’s why she is standing outside the Arena, coat draped around her body as she waits for the first guys to arrive. One of her cameras is set up on a tripod, while she has the second one in her hand.
The first ones to arrive are Markstrom and Allen. As soon as they see y/n, smiles forms on their faces when they notice the ridiculously large coat. She raised her camera, snapping a few pictures of them, before she gave them her attention.
“Cold, eh?” Jacob asks, chuckling when y/n sends him a pointed look.
“Yeah, we don’t have snow in Texas,” she still jokes with him, earning an honest laugh from them. “Anyway, good luck.”
The next few guys walked past y/n, grinning at her and her coat, asking her if she was warm enough.
About fifteen minutes into her standing in front of the arena, y/n’s eyes land on Timo and Nico. They were walking towards her with confident strides, their clothes matching, which made y/n realize that Timo was definitely the one to tell him what to wear tonight.
Raising her camera to her face, y/n zooms in, taking a few pictures of them mid-conversation, before she zooms out, capturing their matching clothes.
First one to notice y/n is Nico. His eyes linger on her figure, noticing the coat she is wearing, and a soft smile forms on his lips when he sees how big it looks on her five-foot-something figure.
“Oh my gosh,” Timo chuckles when he too notices, earning a soft giggle from her. “You comfy, y/n?” he asks, stopping in front of her.
Y/n giggles, shaking her head. “Very,” she nods, her eyes slowly making their way towards Nico, who still didn’t say a thing.
“No snow in Texas?” Is Timo’s next question.
“Something like that.”
This time it’s Nico who speaks. “Well, it looks nice on you.” His words surprise her because, aside from asking him to do some videos, she and Nico haven't had a proper conversation.
“Thank you,” she says sheepishly. “You two look good, too,” she points at their matching clothes.
“Thank you.”
“Thanks, I picked it up for him.” Timo points his thumb at Nico, who scowls at him. “Don’t even try. Y/n knows that by the look too.” Timo chuckles.
Nico looks at her, hoping she would say no, but her hand is already covering her mouth, so he doesn't see her giggle as she shrugs her shoulders, silently agreeing with Timo.
“Sorry,” she grins at him, when she stops giggling.
“It’s okay,” he shrugs, but a soft smile tugs at his lips. “Well, good luck with…” he points at the camera around her neck and the one on the tripod. “This.”
“Good luck to you, too, guys.”
The fact that y/n is a media girl allows her to get close to people everyone would dream of speaking to at least one word with. She has been working for the devils for a little over a month now, and she has realized that she has never met such amazing people as these guys.
Over the past two months, she has gotten to know all the players, but of course, there are a few who are her favourites. These are also the ones sitting in the booth, in one of the bars, where guys go to hang out when they have a free day.
She is sitting at the head of the table, surrounded by the rest of the boys, as if they were trying to keep her safe.
Timo, who is sitting on her right, is chatting with Dawson and Cody, while Nico, who has his seat on her left, is by the bar ordering them drinks, so it’s Jesper and Arseniy who are keeping her company.
“Sooo, any plans for the offseason?” Arseniy asks louder, interrupting the conversation.
Jesper looks around before he speaks. “Yeah, Nicole and I are going on a vacation to Anguilla. We want this to be our last big vacation before the wedding,” he says with a soft smile, when he thinks about his fiancée, who is having a girls' night over at their house.
“It’s the island right next to St. Martin, right?” y/n asks in curiosity. And even though geography was never her strong suit, she remembers being on St. Martin's when she was little, and someone mentioning going there on a trip.
“Yeah, how do you know?” Jesper asks, surprised.
Before you can answer, Nico, who is holding a tray with drinks, jumps into the conversation. “It’s y/n. She knows everything.” The table erupts into fits of chuckles as the guys shuffle to let Nico to his seat. “Anyway, what did I miss?”
“Summer plans,” Arseniy grins at his captain, who sends him a grateful nod.
“And what are your plans?” Nico asks, looking around the table, waiting for the guys to share their plans. Arseniy and his family are flying back to Russia to visit their families, while Cody and Dawson are going back to Canada. Though Dawson will have to wait to get back until the worlds, and then he and Cody, plus some of their friends, will go on a fishing trip.
And last but not least are Timo and Nico, who are also going to the worlds, which are being held in their home country, so they will then spend the rest of the summer there, with a few vacations.
“What about you, y/n?” Dawson asks, sipping his beer. In that moment, every eye falls on her, sipping her Piña Colada. She looks up with a surprised expression because she wasn’t expecting anyone to ask her about her plans.
Putting down her drink, she takes a minute to think about her plans before she answers. “Well, unlike you, I only have June and half of July free,” she explains before telling them her plans. “So I will be heading to Switzerland to watch you guys play the play-offs,” she grins at them, earning cheers from the guys. She laughs, covering her mouth before she continues. “And then, since I never really were in Europe, I want to spend the rest of the time travelling. I want to visit thirteen countries, spend one or three days in each country.”
“That sounds like fun.” Jesper says his accent is a bit thicker now that he has had a few sips of his beer. “If we didn’t have that many plans together with the wedding, we would have joined you with Nicole.”
“Well, you have a wedding once a lifetime, or at least I hope you will, so that is more important.” y/n grins back at him. “Anyway, you guys are welcome to join if any of you want to.”
“Don’t say twice.” Timo chuckles, his eyes quickly moving from y/n to Nico, when he notices the look on his face.
“Why thirteen exactly?” Cody asks, his mind working on its own. He did notice that y/n has mentioned the number thirteen a couple of times during the last few months.
A blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Well, it’s my lucky number. It’s been following me my whole life,” she explains, her eyes swiftly shifting towards Nico, who has his eyes on her the whole night. Of course, she knows what Cody is pointing at. The fact that Nico has the number thirteen on his back, and let's just say, she thought about that fact a lot, too.
“Oh, really?” Dawson asks, a smirk grazing his lips at the realization. Nico’s eyes, which were focused on y/n the whole time now switch between Dawson and Colby, trying to figure out what they are trying to say. “So that means Nico could be your lucky man, right?”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, all the boys start to agree with him, while teasing both Nico and y/n about it.
“Okay, okay! That’s enough, guys.” Nico steps in when he notices the blush on your cheeks and a bit of discomfort in your shoulders. “Let’s change the subject.”
And they do, they start talking about movies and TV shows that everyone watched recently. Y/n, who is still sitting next to Nico, leans into him, her lips touching his ear softly as she whispers. “Thank you.” All Nico can muster up is a smile and a nod before he gets his attention back to his beer.
Y/n is sitting in the family section in the Swiss Life Arena in Curych, together with wives and families of the Swiss players.
She landed in Curych two days ago, with a huge backpack, stuffed with clothes for her trip. She planned to take a cab to her hotel, but when she texted this to the group chat she had with the guys, Timo and Nico immediately told her no, because first, the cab is always expensive, especially now that the Championship is being held there, and second, they wanted to welcome her in their country.
When she mentioned she didn’t get her tickets to any game, both Timo and Nico told her that it’s okay, that they already saved her a spot in the family section.
She already met Nico’s and Timo’s families, which both guys insisted on, so she won’t feel left out, in a room full of people who know each other. Nico’s sister immediately took y/n under her wing, showing her around and just making her feel included, which y/n appreciated a lot.
That is also why she and Nina are now standing by the glass together, their hands interlocked as they watch the last few seconds of Switzerland's power play, hoping for a goal, since the game is tied, and the third period is about to end.
Timo has the puck on his stick as he skillfully slides between two defencemen, who don’t notice Nico, who skates past them, already waiting for Timo to pass him the puck. And he does.
As soon as the puck touches Nico’s stick, his head whips up to look where the goalie is, and he makes his shot. The puck flies through the air, landing in the left corner.
The arena erupts into cheers, together with a loud horn signalling a goal. And y/n with Nina scream and jump together with the fans, wide smiles splayed across their lips as they chant Nico’s game!!
On the ice, Nico is developed into a group hug, all his teammates patting his head.
“You got it, Neeks!” Timo yells into his ear as he hugs him tightly. All Nico does is laugh as they skate to the bench, celebrating with the rest of the team.
Nico’s eyes rise up, looking at the screen to check how much time is remaining in the period. 0:32. A sigh leaves his lips as he nods his head to himself. “We got this!” he whispers as his eyes slowly travel across the stands as he watches thousands of fans in bright red Switzerland jerseys.
His eyes then land on the family section, and he immediately notices y/n and Nina hugging and singing whatever song is playing through the arena. He smiles to himself softly, but he isn’t the only one who notices. Timo, who is skating towards him, follows his gaze, and a knowing smirk appears on his lips when he notices what got Nico’s attention.
“You’re in deep, bro,” he says as he skates past him with a teasing smile. Nico looks down at him, and the realization hits him like a slap on the cheek.
And Timo notices the change in his look. From the soft adoration to complete panic. He skates to his friend, stopping a few inches in front of him. “Dude, calm down,” he says in a firm tone. “Y/n is the best woman you could fall for. Don’t overthink it now. Focus on the game now. You can freak out after,” he grabs him by his shoulder to give him a soft shake.
“I-I… I like her,” Nico mumbles to himself.
“Yeah, you do, asshole,” Timo chuckles, as he looks around, noticing the concerned looks on his teammates' faces. “Now let’s kick some asses so you can go celebrate with your girl.” That seems to wake Nico from his trance.
“She’s not my girl,” he shakes his head.
“Not yet.” Timo grins at him as he shoves him towards the centre of the ice, so he can win yet another face-off.
The game ended with Switzerland’s 4:2 win, with Timo scoring with only three seconds remaining in the last period, ensuring their win. Nico was named the best player of the game, and together with Roman and Timo, he was named the best player for the Swiss team at the 2026 championship.
Y/n was watching the whole thing with a sickly sweet grin on her face and hands clasped in front of her mouth as she held in her giggles and excitement for Nico.
And Nico’s family watched her with soft smiles, knowing that their son was feeling the same about that woman, because he never ordered a cab for a woman, he never brought a woman to the worlds, so they knew y/n was special.
When the time came to leave the arena, y/n followed the Hischier’s down to where the families waited for the players. She sat down next to Nina, patiently waiting for Nico.
“So how did you enjoy it, y/n?” Katja, Nico’s mom, asks with a soft smile, her Swiss accent thick in her English.
Y/n raises her eyes from her hands, a soft smile playing on her lips because she didn’t expect Nico’s mom to start a conversation with her. “I really did! I love hockey, and I watch Nico play all the time, so seeing him score in his home country is exciting for me.” She smiles when she sees that Katja is listening.
“Yeah, Nico talked about you making him do a TikTok’s.” Katja chuckles, and y/n can feel blush creep up her cheeks.
Nervous chuckle leaves her lips as she nods her head. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Well, he does talk about you a lot.” Nina joins the conversation with a smirk. “Right, mom?”
“Yeah, actually,” Katja nods her eyes shining with amusement as she watches y/n’s expression change. “It wouldn’t be a call without him mentioning you and what you wear that day.”
That leaves y/n in complete shock, because she had no idea that Nico even thought about her, let alone talked about her with his family. “I had no idea.”
A chuckle leaves Nina’s lips before she speaks. “He knows how to keep his feelings unnoticed.”
The conversation then shifts to where they will go after Nico picks them up. But y/n’s mind is still stuck on the fact that Nico has been talking about her with his family.
About fifteen minutes later, the players start coming out from the locker rooms, picking up their families with happy, excited smiles. The Hischier’s and y/n stand up, waiting for Nico to show up.
When he does, a wide grin is slayed across his cheeks, and his eyes are glowing with happiness. He is walking alongside Timo, but when he sees his family and y/n, he quickens his pace and makes his way over to them.
Not intentionally, he ignores his mom as he makes his way straight to y/n, whose eyes widen when she realizes what is happening.
Before she knows it, Nico is wrapping her arms around her waist, bringing her up in the air as he hugs her tightly. A shriek leaves y/n’s mouth, earning attention from other people in the room, especially Timo, who has his arm around his mom as they both watch Nico and y/n hug with knowing smirks.
“She is a really kind young lady.” Timo’s mom murmurs in his ear, and Timo nods, because y/n is the definition of angel.
“And her lucky number is 13,” he says back, smiling even wider when his mom gives him a knowing smirk.
Meanwhile, back in their own bubble, Nico finally sets y/n down on the ground, but he doesn’t let go of her. His hands are still curled around her middle back, while his head rests in the crook of her neck.
Y/n’s heart is beating fast in her ribcage, as her fingers slide into Nico’s hair, tugging at them slightly. “You were amazing, Nico,” she says after a few seconds, her voice shaky, from all the emotions she is feeling right now.
Nico finally pulls away, but only so he can look into her eyes, so he can say what he has been thinking about in the past few minutes. “I like you y/n,” he blurts out, not caring about how desperately or stupidly he sounds. “Like crazy like you, and I realized that right after I scored the goal and you were celebrating with Nina.”
Y/n’s eyes are everywhere on Nico’s face to make sure he is being serious. When she sees no hesitation in his face, she rests her forehead against his forehead as she whispers, “I like you too, Nico. You’re my lucky man after all.” A chuckle leaves both of their lips at that sentence.
Before anything more can happen. They are interrupted by Timo’s not-so-subtle cough. “You okay there, thirteens?”
Fits of chuckles sound through the room as Nico and y/n slowly separate from the hug.
“Thirteens?” Nico cocks his head, but all Timo does is shrug. “Very creative.” This time, even Nico and y/n are laughing softly. Before Nico knows it, he is pulled into a warm hug by his mom.
Y/n steps away, letting Nico enjoy his celebration with his family. She watches him interact with his family with a soft smile on her lips, before she herself is pulled into a warm hug. This one belongs to Timo.
“So, you found your lucky thirteen, huh?” he looks down at her with a teasing smile. “You know, Cody will be pissed that he didn’t witness this.” That earns him a slap on the chest from y/n, but still, she chuckles.
That sound reaches Nico’s ears, and he immediately looks at y/n. “I guess I did,” she whispers softly, as she sends Nico a grin. She never doubted her lucky number thirteen, and right now, she can’t be happier for that fact, because the number got her this handsome man.
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pairing: Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: Nico announced that he's going on vacation for the break, assuming that you're working but he doesn't know that you took week off from work to spend time with him
warning: miscommunication
You picked up Nico when he returned from Montreal. It was the last game before a national team break. Since he didn't get called up, you thought that the two of you would spend a whole week together. When the two of you got back to the apartment, you noticed that he’s packing his suitcase. This looked suspicious because he didn't mention going anywhere.
“What are you doing?” You asked Nico. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed your forehead.
“I’m packing because tomorrow I’m going with the guys to Mexico” Nico said casually and returned to packing.
“You didn’t say anything earlier” You replied trying to cover hurt in your voice.
“I didn’t plan it honestly but on the flight back home me and the guys decided to do something instead of sitting here. You have work anyways so I didn’t bother you with this” Nico shrugged.
“So you just decided to leave without saying anything? Very kind of you” You said with sarcasm. Nico sighed loudly.
“Look, it’s not a big deal, you have work so I don’t see a point in sitting here bored and waiting for you to return every single day, I think I can go for a little vacation or are you gonna act possessive now?” You couldn’t believe in his words.
“I’m not gonna act possessive but it would be nice to know about it earlier” You crossed your arms on your chest.
“Everything’s been paid so deal with it” Nico said nonchalantly and you could feel the anger boiling inside of you. Instead of arguing with him, you decided to drop it.
“Whatever” You turned to go to the bathroom before you spoke again. “And for your information, I took a week off from work so we can spend time together” With that, you slammed the bathroom door.
“Well if you would have told me this earlier, I would stay” Nico screamed so you could hear him. You rolled your eyes and started preparing a bath for yourself. You needed to rest and rethink what just happened.
In your opinion, you did nothing wrong and Nico is guilty. You wanted to spend time with him since he doesn’t have training and games and he decided to leave you. Even worse is that he didn’t bother to invite you to go with him, not knowing if you’re working or not. He’s blaming you for this whole mess. You laid in the bath longer than usual because you didn’t want to face him.
Nico didn’t see a problem in his decision to go for a little trip. It’s his free week and he can do whatever he wants. He’s seeing you every single day and he has a full right to go and see his family and friends. In fact, he thought that it’s all your fault. If you told him earlier that you took a week off from work, he would stay in New Jersey. He returned to packing, not even bothered that you’re sitting in the bathroom for the second hour.
You left the bathroom, still mad at him and ignored his presence. Nico did the same. The minute you left the bathroom, he went in to take a shower. You went to the kitchen to eat something before going to sleep. You prepared yourself mac’n’cheese and didn’t even bother to make one for him. You knew it’s petty but in your thinking, he deserved it.
You returned to the bedroom and went straight to bed. You saw that Nico was still in the bathroom and sighed deeply. You didn’t want to argue with him over something so silly but at the same time, you didn’t want to admit that he’s right and had full right to go for a vacation. You closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep. Nico left the bathroom and saw that you’re facing the window and even when he knew that you’re not sleeping, he decided to play your game. Without a word, he laid in the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up and saw that there’s an empty spot in your bed and the whole apartment is quiet. You stepped out to go and make yourself a cup of tea and notice that Nico left. You send him a quick message.
Very mature to leave without even bothering to say bye
Have fun in Mexico and pray that you won’t return to an empty apartment :)
You were well aware that you’re overreacting but you couldn’t help. You were mad over this whole situation. You drank your tea and decided to get ready for the day. You called your friend to meet up with her. That was the last time you checked your phone for the day. Since Nico left you, you didn’t want to have contact with him or anyone else and thought that maybe a break would be nice for the two of you to figure things out. You left your phone at home and decided to enjoy the day with your friend.
Nico read your messages and laughed. He knew how petty you can get so he wasn’t even bothered by it. He blocked his phone and returned to the conversation he had with his friends.
“What’s so funny?” Timo asked.
“Me and Y/N had an argument yesterday and she sent me a text that I should pray that she’ll be in the apartment when I return” Nico chuckled.
“That sounds serious, what was the argument about?” Jonas asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. She’s just mad that I flew to Mexico for my break and didn’t told her earlier. Later she said something about taking a week off from work, thinking that I would be feeling guilty” Nico shrugged
“If she has a free week, why didn’t you bring her with you here?” Timo asked and the realization hit Nico. He didn’t even think about this scenario. He left you alone in New Jersey. His face lost all the colors when he realised it. Jonas quickly noticed this.
“You didn’t ask her. You didn’t even think about inviting her here” Jonas said and he nodded ashamed of the situation. Nico knew that he messed up real good now.
“I need to call her” Nico excused himself and went to his room. He called you 5 times but he couldn’t reach you. All the bad scenarios were going through his head.
What if you really left him?
Nico knew he had to do something about it. He returned to the living room and asked.
“Timo, can I use your phone?” Without a doubt, Timo gave him his phone and Nico tried to call you. Again, he couldn’t reach you. “I think I need to get back and save my relationship” Nico replied and left again.
He booked a flight for tomorrow’ morning and prayed to see you there when he gets back to the apartment. He started to think about the argument you two had and he knew that he was the one who’s wrong. He should invite you when you told him that you took a week off to spend time with him.
Around 9PM, you finally got back home. You spent a wonderful day with your friend where you drank overpriced coffee, ate the best seafood boil that you could find in New Jersey and had a couple drinks. You went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and lay in your bed. You needed sleep after all the adventures you had today. Because you left your phone in the kitchen in the morning, you forgot to check it when you returned. It was your worry for tomorrow, today was all about you.
The next day when you woke up, you went straight to the kitchen. You grabbed your phone and saw 30 missed calls from Nico, 10 from Timo and over 100 messages from him and his friends. You started feeling guilty that you ignored them and quickly tried to call back to Nico. He didn’t answer the phone and you felt that it’s over between the two of you. The fact that you left your phone at home yesterday was his final straw and he’s gonna break up with you.
Tears were falling from your eyes while you were making tea and didn’t even hear that someone entered the apartment. You were too deep in your head thinking about what are you gonna do. You and Luke had been together for the past 3 years and now it’s over.
Nico entered the house and the first thing he heard was you crying. At first he sighed, relieved that you’re at home but then he realised that you’re crying. Quickly he dropped his suitcase and ran to hug you. You screamed in panic but then you recognized the strong grip.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry” Nico tried to calm you down and it was working. He was smothering your hair, whispering sweet things into your ear. When you finally cooled down, you spoke.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’re in Mexico” You wiped your cheeks and looked at him.
“I was but the guys made me realise that I messed up. I tried to reach you but you didn’t answer your phone so I decided to return and sort things out between us. I don’t want you to think that I’m choosing my friends over you. I’ll always choose you” Nico looked deeply into your eyes while he said the last sentence.
“Sorry that I didn’t answer the phone calls from you. I left my phone at home yesterday when I went out and after I got back home, I completely forgot to check it. I did it this morning and tried to call you but you didn’t pick up and I thought that you’re breaking up with me” You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head.
“I would never break up with you. I didn’t answer because I was already under the building apartment” Nico kissed your head again. “Sorry for all the misunderstanding, I should tell you about me leaving when I…”
“Stop. You have nothing to apologise for. I was wrong for being mad that you want to spend time with your friends. It was a bad call and I deeply regret it. Sorry for ruining your free week and that you couldn’t spend time with them” You said.
“We both messed up but that’s why we love each other right?” Nico joked and you giggled.
“True. I love you” You tiptoed and kissed his lips.
“How about I'll take you on a nice dinner today and you’ll tell me about yesterday?” Nico smiled at you.
“Okay and sorry again for ruining your trip. That was the last thing I wanted to do” You felt guilty for this whole mess and it was bothering you that Nico dropped everything just to see if everything’s alright between the two of you.
“Everything’s fine baby. As long as we’re good, it was worth it” Nico smiled at you and you hugged him again.
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pairing: Nico Hischier x fem!reader
summary: Nico announced that he's going on vacation for the break, assuming that you're working but he doesn't know that you took week off from work to spend time with him
warning: miscommunication
You picked up Nico when he returned from Montreal. It was the last game before a national team break. Since he didn't get called up, you thought that the two of you would spend a whole week together. When the two of you got back to the apartment, you noticed that he’s packing his suitcase. This looked suspicious because he didn't mention going anywhere.
“What are you doing?” You asked Nico. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed your forehead.
“I’m packing because tomorrow I’m going with the guys to Mexico” Nico said casually and returned to packing.
“You didn’t say anything earlier” You replied trying to cover hurt in your voice.
“I didn’t plan it honestly but on the flight back home me and the guys decided to do something instead of sitting here. You have work anyways so I didn’t bother you with this” Nico shrugged.
“So you just decided to leave without saying anything? Very kind of you” You said with sarcasm. Nico sighed loudly.
“Look, it’s not a big deal, you have work so I don’t see a point in sitting here bored and waiting for you to return every single day, I think I can go for a little vacation or are you gonna act possessive now?” You couldn’t believe in his words.
“I’m not gonna act possessive but it would be nice to know about it earlier” You crossed your arms on your chest.
“Everything’s been paid so deal with it” Nico said nonchalantly and you could feel the anger boiling inside of you. Instead of arguing with him, you decided to drop it.
“Whatever” You turned to go to the bathroom before you spoke again. “And for your information, I took a week off from work so we can spend time together” With that, you slammed the bathroom door.
“Well if you would have told me this earlier, I would stay” Nico screamed so you could hear him. You rolled your eyes and started preparing a bath for yourself. You needed to rest and rethink what just happened.
In your opinion, you did nothing wrong and Nico is guilty. You wanted to spend time with him since he doesn’t have training and games and he decided to leave you. Even worse is that he didn’t bother to invite you to go with him, not knowing if you’re working or not. He’s blaming you for this whole mess. You laid in the bath longer than usual because you didn’t want to face him.
Nico didn’t see a problem in his decision to go for a little trip. It’s his free week and he can do whatever he wants. He’s seeing you every single day and he has a full right to go and see his family and friends. In fact, he thought that it’s all your fault. If you told him earlier that you took a week off from work, he would stay in New Jersey. He returned to packing, not even bothered that you’re sitting in the bathroom for the second hour.
You left the bathroom, still mad at him and ignored his presence. Nico did the same. The minute you left the bathroom, he went in to take a shower. You went to the kitchen to eat something before going to sleep. You prepared yourself mac’n’cheese and didn’t even bother to make one for him. You knew it’s petty but in your thinking, he deserved it.
You returned to the bedroom and went straight to bed. You saw that Nico was still in the bathroom and sighed deeply. You didn’t want to argue with him over something so silly but at the same time, you didn’t want to admit that he’s right and had full right to go for a vacation. You closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep. Nico left the bathroom and saw that you’re facing the window and even when he knew that you’re not sleeping, he decided to play your game. Without a word, he laid in the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke up and saw that there’s an empty spot in your bed and the whole apartment is quiet. You stepped out to go and make yourself a cup of tea and notice that Nico left. You send him a quick message.
Very mature to leave without even bothering to say bye
Have fun in Mexico and pray that you won’t return to an empty apartment :)
You were well aware that you’re overreacting but you couldn’t help. You were mad over this whole situation. You drank your tea and decided to get ready for the day. You called your friend to meet up with her. That was the last time you checked your phone for the day. Since Nico left you, you didn’t want to have contact with him or anyone else and thought that maybe a break would be nice for the two of you to figure things out. You left your phone at home and decided to enjoy the day with your friend.
Nico read your messages and laughed. He knew how petty you can get so he wasn’t even bothered by it. He blocked his phone and returned to the conversation he had with his friends.
“What’s so funny?” Timo asked.
“Me and Y/N had an argument yesterday and she sent me a text that I should pray that she’ll be in the apartment when I return” Nico chuckled.
“That sounds serious, what was the argument about?” Jonas asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. She’s just mad that I flew to Mexico for my break and didn’t told her earlier. Later she said something about taking a week off from work, thinking that I would be feeling guilty” Nico shrugged
“If she has a free week, why didn’t you bring her with you here?” Timo asked and the realization hit Nico. He didn’t even think about this scenario. He left you alone in New Jersey. His face lost all the colors when he realised it. Jonas quickly noticed this.
“You didn’t ask her. You didn’t even think about inviting her here” Jonas said and he nodded ashamed of the situation. Nico knew that he messed up real good now.
“I need to call her” Nico excused himself and went to his room. He called you 5 times but he couldn’t reach you. All the bad scenarios were going through his head.
What if you really left him?
Nico knew he had to do something about it. He returned to the living room and asked.
“Timo, can I use your phone?” Without a doubt, Timo gave him his phone and Nico tried to call you. Again, he couldn’t reach you. “I think I need to get back and save my relationship” Nico replied and left again.
He booked a flight for tomorrow’ morning and prayed to see you there when he gets back to the apartment. He started to think about the argument you two had and he knew that he was the one who’s wrong. He should invite you when you told him that you took a week off to spend time with him.
Around 9PM, you finally got back home. You spent a wonderful day with your friend where you drank overpriced coffee, ate the best seafood boil that you could find in New Jersey and had a couple drinks. You went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and lay in your bed. You needed sleep after all the adventures you had today. Because you left your phone in the kitchen in the morning, you forgot to check it when you returned. It was your worry for tomorrow, today was all about you.
The next day when you woke up, you went straight to the kitchen. You grabbed your phone and saw 30 missed calls from Nico, 10 from Timo and over 100 messages from him and his friends. You started feeling guilty that you ignored them and quickly tried to call back to Nico. He didn’t answer the phone and you felt that it’s over between the two of you. The fact that you left your phone at home yesterday was his final straw and he’s gonna break up with you.
Tears were falling from your eyes while you were making tea and didn’t even hear that someone entered the apartment. You were too deep in your head thinking about what are you gonna do. You and Luke had been together for the past 3 years and now it’s over.
Nico entered the house and the first thing he heard was you crying. At first he sighed, relieved that you’re at home but then he realised that you’re crying. Quickly he dropped his suitcase and ran to hug you. You screamed in panic but then you recognized the strong grip.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry” Nico tried to calm you down and it was working. He was smothering your hair, whispering sweet things into your ear. When you finally cooled down, you spoke.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’re in Mexico” You wiped your cheeks and looked at him.
“I was but the guys made me realise that I messed up. I tried to reach you but you didn’t answer your phone so I decided to return and sort things out between us. I don’t want you to think that I’m choosing my friends over you. I’ll always choose you” Nico looked deeply into your eyes while he said the last sentence.
“Sorry that I didn’t answer the phone calls from you. I left my phone at home yesterday when I went out and after I got back home, I completely forgot to check it. I did it this morning and tried to call you but you didn’t pick up and I thought that you’re breaking up with me” You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head.
“I would never break up with you. I didn’t answer because I was already under the building apartment” Nico kissed your head again. “Sorry for all the misunderstanding, I should tell you about me leaving when I…”
“Stop. You have nothing to apologise for. I was wrong for being mad that you want to spend time with your friends. It was a bad call and I deeply regret it. Sorry for ruining your free week and that you couldn’t spend time with them” You said.
“We both messed up but that’s why we love each other right?” Nico joked and you giggled.
“True. I love you” You tiptoed and kissed his lips.
“How about I'll take you on a nice dinner today and you’ll tell me about yesterday?” Nico smiled at you.
“Okay and sorry again for ruining your trip. That was the last thing I wanted to do” You felt guilty for this whole mess and it was bothering you that Nico dropped everything just to see if everything’s alright between the two of you.
“Everything’s fine baby. As long as we’re good, it was worth it” Nico smiled at you and you hugged him again.
could you do headcannons as the newsies as your boyfriend again with snoddy and skittery pls🥹🤞
Newsies as your bf (pt 2)
Skittery
- hes all moody all day and everybody's getting pissed so with him, so they get you to come see him so he actually smiles and stops being snappy with everyone
- Acts of service King, you will never have to carry a bag ever again, or walk when your legs hurt
- Acts all non chalant and the minute ur alone he curls up on your lap like a cat
- Can't go 2 mins without telling you how gorgeous you are, half the time he doesn't even mean to say it outloud. He thinks he's silently yearning (buddy you are NOT silent)
- Does whatever you say, if you think he's being too loud or mean you can just give him *the* look and he'll knock it off
Snoddy
- he like gardening, so he grows you new flowers every single week
- Talks about you non stop whilst you're not there
- Whilst you speak, he makes a list in his head of anything he should look out for and things to remember or ask you about in the future
- More emotional than you are, he feels really bad about it and how often he cries, but you don't mind and think it's a good thing
- Cheesy pick up lines. Everyday. They only make you laugh, he is yet to use one correctly
yipee!!! i’ll get on my knees and beg for any newsie you wanna write about (but im partial to albert + race) x reader where the reader is a working girl (but not a newsie) and he starts flirting with her when he sells her papers, and the reader believes it/thinks he likes her but then finds him doing the same with a richer girl, maybe one the reader has always been jealous of !!! and she starts avoiding him until he grovels for forgiveness or something idk but like angsty hurt/comfort
MANHATTAN'S FLIRT
pairing: racetrack higgins x seamstress!reader
summary: in which you find yourself falling for manhattan's flirt
Hunched over your desk, mending, hemming, and sewing anything and everything that is put down in front of you. You're certain your posture has been horrific this entire shift. Your hands cramp from running fabric under the sewing machine. You're pretty sure that if you have to use a sewing needle again, you are going to drive it through your finger. Overall, today had not been a good shift.
Thank the heavens it is over.
Oranges, pinks, and purples paint the Manhattan Sky. The walk back home is simple, quiet. It's enough to make you forget your fingers are raw and irritated from sewing and pinning. It's almost enough to make you forget to buy a newspaper for your father. Usually, your father would get it in the morning before his shift at the docks, but he was currently ill with a fever.
Reprimanding yourself, you swivel your head to find a newsie. You could only pray they hadn't left yet.
Turning the corner and speed walking down one block, you thankfully find a newsie who was still shouting headlines.
"Extra! Extra! Double Face Man Anomaly!" The boy shouted, waving a newspaper clipping in the air. Tuffs of blonde hair poked out of his cap. There was a cigar tucked in his shirt pocket.
"Excuse me?
He whipped his head around. A smile spread across his face. "Evening, doll. Need something?" His New York accent was thick.
"Just one paper, please." You responded politely and fished out some change in your bag.
"Oh! No need, doll. Your beautiful face is enough payment." The newsie smirked, tipping his cap and handing you the newspaper.
Your cheeks grew red-hot, and suddenly you were sputtering. Never in your life have you met someone so bold. The newsie noticed your reaction. He swapped the coin in your hand with a newspaper. He tossed the coin back into your bag. "Why--why...thank you!" You mustered.
"I should be thanking you!" The newsie grinned. "Blessing me with a view of you. I could die happy."
You were practically a tomato. Now, sure, you had men compliment you at the shop, but you were too focused on stitching and such. Here, where you couldn't hide behind your fabric and patchwork. You were a doozy. It didn't help that he was sorta cute.
"Name's Race. Racetrack Higgins." What an odd name.
You sputtered out yours. "Well, doll. I hope to see you again. I'll be here tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that--business is good here. And if I get to see you everyday, even better"
With that, Race picked up his few remaining newspapers and left. You let out a meek "Okay. " This is how you end up seeing Race for a little bit every day. Sometimes, during your lunch break, before your shift, or after your shift (sometimes multiple times a day, which was the best). You practically volunteer to buy the daily newspaper for your father, despite his preference to read the news in the morning.
This was just any other day. You left your stuffy workplace to enjoy your lunch break, and lo and behold, a certain blonde newsie was sitting on your bench. His hand ruffled his curls as if trying to make them look decent when he spotted you walking over.
"Hiya, doll!" He grinned cheekily
"How are you?" You asked politely and sat down. Though you were freaking out (in a good way) on the inside.
"Abso-tootin wonderful. I sold most of my papers before lunch. The sun is beaming, and you could knock me out for just talking with that sweet voice." Race explained. "Ain't nothing better."
"Well, of course, but I beg to differ." You spoke steadily. "I think your company is better."
Race raised his eyebrows in surprise. He tugged off his hat and held his chest as if he had been shot. Dramatizing the gesture, he fell on the sidewalk. "Ah, I've been shot! The girl of my dreams flirted back!" Race wailed jokingly. "Cupid spare me!"
You matched his expression before bursting out in fits of laughter. Your cheeks are growing warmer. Race didn't smirk. He smiled with something softer. He's proud of making you laugh. This had been the routine for the past week. You'd come out, enjoy your lunch, and the much-wanted company. He flirted, and you tried to flirt back. Well, this time you came out triumphant.
"Here." You tossed him an apple. You began packing a little extra for these little lunch rendezvous.
"An angel, dare I say." Race spoke. "Feeding the poor."
He bit into the apple, grateful to have something in his stomach, when he noticed your fingers. They were red and tender, probably from sewing all day and night. He wasn't an idiot. Concern laced his eyebrows. He knows what it's like. Working to the bone for a little cash. You enjoy your lunch, oblivious to his concern. You'v learn to just suck it up and keep going.
"Trade ya', doll." Race set a small tin container. Your face asked what was inside as you swallowed your sandwich. "Ointment, or--uh...salve of some kind. I don't know. I use it or paper cuts and some scraps, thought it might help you."
He's avoiding your eyes. The tips of his ears are red. "Oh..." You sputtered, taking the tin. He noticed your hands. "Thank you. I usually just ignore it, but really...I appreciate it."
There is an awkward, but not too awkward, silence as you put the salve on. Neither of you knows what to say from there. Going back to flirting seems wrong, so you enjoy each other's company in this quiet. The salve magically works, like a protectant for your hands. A thought makes you worry about it damaging fabrics or making it harder to sew, but another thought is screaming at you the kiss Race. Thank him properly for his kindness.
"You can keep it." Race stood up, tossing the core of the apple over his shoulder. "I got plenty back at the Lodging."
He doesn't, but he doesn't care.
Once again, you're speechless. The tin of salve is clasped tightly in your hands. Oh, this boy might be the death of you.
You mustered up the courage to listen to the forefront thought. A meek "thank you" escaped your lips as you kissed his cheek. You quickly dahs back into your workplace before you could see his reaction.
And man, you had him speechless for the first time, sputtering like a fish aching for water.
Oh, you might be the death of him.
You get back to your desk, riding the high of your adrenaline. That's when you realize. You forgot to buy a paper for your father. Reprimanding yourself silently, you hoped Race was still selling by the time you got off your shift.
After the rest of your agonizing shift (thank god you didn't get any salve on the fabrics), you rush out of the building to find Race. Your body is relieved from not being in such a hunched position at your desk any longer. Turning a corner and running down a block, you see the familiar newsie talking to a girl. You slow down.
The girl is laughing, tucking her hair behind her ear. She's beaming, smiling, and Race had that stupid, charming smile. The one he always had after flirting with you. The girl is pretty. She's rich, too. You can tell from the clothes she wears.
Suddenly, you find yourself not needing a paper anymore. An envy of hurt brewing in your heart. You felt like a fool. Of course, he flirts. It's how he can make money to survive. The tin of salve felt heavier in your pocket. It's stupid to be upset, but it was blissful ignorance. It was nice knowing he might've actually enjoyed your company. You turn on your heels and head home.
Race caught a glimpse of your coat, but he shook it off, handing the rich girl a paper. It was probably his imagination.
From that day forward, your father began getting his daily newspaper in the morning. He was a little peeved that he didn't get his daily news that night. You take your lunch on the box in the back alley rather than the bench. It's stupid to be upset, but you don't know if you can face him after seeing him flirt with another girl. And Race? He's wondering where you are.
This goes on for a week. You thought he might've given up and gone about his life. It would've been easier on your heart, but there he was: waiting outside your workplace when you got off.
You tried to leave, but it was too late. He spotted you. "Hey, doll!" He greeted, catching up next to you.
"I have to go."
"Go?" Race stopped, before matching your pace. "Go where? You need your paper for your father, right?"
"No. Now leave me alone." The memories from that day are bubbling up jealousy and anger in your heart.
The newsie furrowed his eyebrows as you continued walking, leaving him in the dust. Suddenly, you were pulled back and spun around to face Race. His eyes were full of a mix of sadness and confusion.
"Did I--did I do something? I mean...I haven't seen ya' in a week, darling." Race asked. The vulnerability in his tone made you wanna quit this foolishness. "Kinda hurting my heart over here."
"No." You croaked out. "It's nothing. My father doesn't need me to get the paper anymore.
You began walking away, knowing you'd cave if you stayed any longer. But, Race, the stubborn bastard, chased you. It'd been keeping him up for days. It affected his selling because every minute he was thinking of what he could've done to drive you away.
"Darling--" Race caught your arm again. He boldly intertwined his hand with yours. "Please...I miss your company. I'm sorry if I did anything to offend ya' or if I said the wrong thing or if I overstepped boundaries--"
"Am I just another game to you?" The outburst came to a surprise to him and you.
"What? No, no--never!"
"Well, it sure felt like it when I saw you flirting with someone else." You huffed, crossing your arms. You did it to hug yourself rather than seem intimidating. "I felt like an idiot when I saw you and that rich girl."
Race's face fell into realization. Oh. He did see you that day. He wasn't dreaming. "Darling..." He paused, not sure what to say. Race wiped his hand on his pants to get rid of the dirt and grime. He wasn't good with words, but he was a man of action.
You looked up at him with glassy eyes when his lips suddenly met yours. His lips were chapped, but it didn't matter. The butterflies in your stomach made your head dizzy. When he pulled back, you were at a loss for words. Race seemed to realize and figured he overstepped.
Apologies tumbled out of his mouth, then he began rambling in a panic. "Oh--shit. I'm so sorry. That might not have been the right decision, but god, doll, I really like ya'. Cupid shot me with that damn arrow, and I just. I really like ya. That rich girl was just so I could eat and--I'm sorry that I made you feel like that. But, I don't want to lose the only good thing that makes me get up in the morning to do my job."
You registered his words after a moment. Your face is heating up so quickly that a strawberry could be your sister. The boy you developed a crush on kissed you? Oh god, when did you die and go to heaven? To save yourself from embarrassment, you bury your head into his shoulder. His panic ceased. Race hesitantly wrapped his arms around you.
"I swear on everything good, I don't like that girl, and I wasn't using you." Race mumbled as the sunset began to fade. "Please, believe me."
You two stay like that until the street lights blink on. Race is left wondering, and you are focused on making your face less red. "I believe you." Race pulled back and looked at you, but you were avoiding his eyes.
"Do you like--"
"Yes. I do."
More silence.
"Can I walk ya' home?"
"Yes, you can."
He began dragging you in some direction. A guess at where your home might be, and when you look at him weirdly, he lets you do the leading. You finally look over at Race, who is already staring at you. A wide grin on his face, like he just won the lottery. You quickly look away and hear him laugh.
And from that moment forward, Race would never let you think he was into another girl again.
summary ; davey falls for a photographer from brooklyn, circa 1899
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; not much use of newsie slang cause as much as I love it, it's so hard to fucking read and process lmao
word count ; 1.8k
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Davey never would've wandered off into Brooklyn, would've never met you, if it weren't for Jack. He'd never smiled so cheesily, yet so genuine, before in his life. A moment in time captured by you, with his new friend and little brother, sounded like a gift from the heavens above.
After recruiting you, even if you weren't a newsie, you'd tagged along with them. You mostly stuck with Jack, David, and Spot, the only three you really knew. You carried your vintage camera around with you, and made friends with a man named Denton, a journalist. He used your pictures in the papes!
Twas an early morning when you arose from your slumber, rubbing at your eyes with a yawn. The sun barely peeked through the curtains next to you, giving the room a strip of orange glow to illuminate it. You pull your thin sheets back, releasing your body from the couch.
Davey had been letting you sleep over at his house for a while now. The springy, creaky couch and thin white sheets that his mother lent you were the best bed you'd ever had. You had nowhere else to go, God knows you didn't have enough money to stay at the lodging house, but he couldn't let you continue to sleep on the street. Ever since you pretty much left Brooklyn to stay in Manhattan, Davey's been at your side, making sure you were protected and happy.
Monologue shmonologue, get up, won't you?
You trudge to the kitchen, grabbing a small piece of half-stale bread to eat, and grab a sip of tap water to wash it down. It's disgusting, but you knew no better. It'd only been a week or so of staying here, you weren't really accustomed to the house rules yet.
As you pull yourself up and wipe your mouth, you lock eyes with Davey, standing at the opening between the kitchen and dining room slash living room spaces. He's dressed in blue and white striped pajamas, his curls are a mess upon his head, a little dirty since he fell asleep before bathing last night, and his face is contorted to show off his confusion, disgust, fear, and bewilderment.
"You..." he stutters, looking between you, scared shitless at his silent arrival, also embarrassed that he'd seen you act in such a way, and the sink. "You can get water from the filter." he blinks, glancing over at the fridge that held a large jug of water with some sort of filter inside.
"It's-it's fine," you reply, pulling at the hems around your wrists. These pajamas are so unnecessarily scratchy at the seams.
"What do you mean it's fine?" he questions, rubbing his tired eyes. "You'll get thousands of sicknesses from drinking that water. We have the filter for a reason."
Yeah, that's true.
Davey's mom invested in some sort of water filter after Sarah and Les got sick from drinking the tap water. They had some sort of stomach bug for three weeks and were bedbound nearly the entire time. It may have been expensive, an entire two dollars, but she'd do anything to keep her kids safe and healthy.
You shrug. "Nothing I can't handle. I've drank worse"
He softly exhales. "Don't think you're leaving without a proper breakfast, either."
You raise an eyebrow. "What's wrong with bread and water?"
"Nothing, it's just-" he looks away, trying to find the right words as he slicks his greasy curls away from his face. "Just stay for breakfast, just once. Please."
"Dave, I don't wanna bother your family even more, we've been over this," you reply, heading back to the living room where your travel bag rests. Inside is a few outfits of your choice, hygiene products, and a few other small things. The bag next to it holds your camera, the stand, new rolls of film, etcetera. "I'm gonna head out 'n' see if the newsies need help with anything this morning. If not, back to trying to make a living off this dumb thing"
David frowns for two reasons, in fact. One, you were never and would never be a bother to him or his family, and two, he hated hearing you talk about your passion for photography like that.
"Please just stay," he begs, watching you pull today's outfit from your travel case. "It doesn't have to be for long, but you need a proper meal. You barely touched supper last night. Also, don't talk about your passion like that." he scolds.
You look up at him with furrowed brows. "I'm fine. 'nd I need to save up more money so I can get pictures 'round Coney Island. Always wanted to go and capture the luxurious lifestyle on camera, gotta get the nickels first."
"I'll take you to Coney Island," he blurts out, catching you off gaurd, all eyes on him. "I have a couple spare nickels, I can take you. We can make it a day since there's no papes rotated today?"
"What? No. I'm living in your house free of charge, you're not taking me to Coney Island." you answer, your clothes strung over your shoulder as you make your way to the bathroom.
Davey stands outside the bathroom as you change, arms crossed. "So what? You wanna go to Coney Island, I'll take you."
"Why?"
David stops for a moment, catching his ears and cheeks burn beet red. He's honestly never been so... fond of someone before. He just wants to take you places and allow your creativeness to run free, because that's what's in your soul. He just wants to give you the world, to show you everything it's made of, everything you're missing.
"Cause, you deserve it. I mean, you deserve so much more than just Coney Island, but..." Davey shrugs.
You open the door, dressed in your day outfit, pajamas folded in your hand. You blink as you stare at him, nearly bewildered.
"Why're you saying it like that?"
He shrugs, looking away all embarrassed. "Sorry, uh..." he clears his throat. "I'm gonna get myself together before the rest of my family wakes up."
He promptly walks back toward his bedroom, feet lightly guiding him down the hall to not creak the floorboards enough to wake his siblings or parents. You return to the couch, stuffing your pajamas away, folding up your sheets, then fidgeting with your camera and film for a bit. You wanted to just go now, but you felt it'd be rude to do so after speaking with David like that.
"Damn newsboys."
After your first proper breakfast, and that with the entire Jacobs' family, you return to your camera case, grabbing it and your shoes to head out. You felt so awkward surrounded by this loving family, feeling like a complete outsider to it all, you had to get out. It made you feel sick to your stomach.
David noticed you all throughout breakfast, under the fake smile and mouthful of pancakes, he could see you, how you really felt. You looked so out of place next to him, you felt so alone in that moment, you couldn't even speak properly. You couldn't woo and wow people, strangers almost, like Jack could.
He softly approaches as you're headed for the door in a rush, looking like you might explode. He reaches out to you, that stupid look on his face that he always gives you to ask if you're alright.
"I'm fine," you answer his silent questioning. "I'm gonna go. See if I can't get anything over near Ellis Island."
"How are you gonna get there?" he asks, "That's a pretty long walk."
You shrug. "I'll make it work."
He frowns, following you out the door, opting to go with you. "Can I come?"
You shrug. "If you really want to, Jacobs."
He gives you a little smile, clinging to your wrist as you pull him along. He leads you towards a trolley stop, confusing you. He only meets your confused look with a smile, silently guiding you onto the trolley, popping a couple coins into the jar.
You sit down in the back, watching as the footsteps where you came from disappeared behind street corners. You pull your camera from your case, pointing it at David, who sits across from you. He wears a soft smile, looking to the side, watching the road progress in reverse. You snap a picture, the bright light catching his attention.
"What're you doing?" he asks with a little laugh.
"Just taking a picture," you shrug.
You enjoy the rest of the trip, taking in the new sights, because wherever you were going, you'd never seen these buildings or roads before. New people, new sights, it was almost exhilarating.
You get off the trolley with him, finding yourself near a beach and a large bridge. You turn to him, wondering where you're at. It looks expensive, the ride probably was too.
"Welcome to Coney Island."
"What?"
He smiles shyly, looking away for a moment. "You wanted to come, so here you are."
You can merely stare at him, so confused. "Why?"
"I know you don't think you fit in with my family, or nearly anyone," he speaks, "But I want you to know, you fit in with me."
He nudges your elbow with his, leading you to the bridge to look over the beach, the crashing waves against the shoreline. He rests himself against the bridge, leaning against the rusty metal. You stand next to him, wind pressing against your right side, pushing your hair in the breeze ever so slightly.
"Thank you," you mutter, unable to form words for your gratefulness. "But-but why? I don't understand the point of bringing me out 'ere."
David runs a hand through his freshly cleaned curls, giving a little shrug. "I just want you to be happy."
You lean into him, patting his back. "Thank you. This... you made me happy, Dave."
He leans into you, his right hand rested over your waist. "All I wanted."
"Wait!" you smile, pulling away, reaching into your camera case. You pull out the familiar gadget and carefully rest it against the bridge, the shutter button resting in your hand.
Davey appears behind you, wrapping his hands around your torso, head rested on your shoulder. He smiles brightly next to you, listening as you press the button, taking a picture with a bright flash. The two of you smile before you grab the camera and put it away.
"I'll take those to the red room later, I promise." you smile, looking over the view once more. "You wanna explore with me?"
"Course I do!" he replies, grabbing your hand to lead you onwards into the town.
After processing in the red room, Davey kept that picture with him at all times, I assure you.
Seriously, it has crease marks for days, have of the black and white ink has been erased, but he can still see your happy face, your body all tangled into his.
He doesn't know how, or if he'll ever tell you. Maybe he won't to savor your friendship.
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