Someone on @sun-anon needed it so I have a bunch and im here to provide
He’s had a stuffed elephant since he was six, and to this day he still keeps it on his bed, but refuses to admit he cuddles with it
This is a really weird headcanon, but I imagine one night Davey wanted to get his ears pierced but he only got one and immediately regretted it, so there’s a tiny hole on his left earlobe
Davey likes both cats and dogs equally
He had a dog growing up and it was like his best friend and they did everything together
And when he gets his own place, he gets a cat and he likes that the cat is really chill and is always down for cuddling when he’s reading a book
He is the worst out of the Newsies when it comes to wrapping gifts, everyone expects he’d be amazing at it, but that poor boy never learned how to wrap properly
But Davey is the best at picking gifts for people based on really small things
“One time I saw Albert fiddling with his shirt and I noticed it had a hole so he needs a new one”
He absolutely hates coffee, and will only drink it with 12 packets of sugar and a whole cup of milk
But that boy has so much tea it’s not even funny
Like he has six shelves dedicated to tea and he’s even made his own mixes that he likes
He can organize a party in an hour
Sure, he kind of turns into Monica from Friends but it’s always worth it in the end
(Gender Neutral I’m 99.9% sure-please tell me if I’m wrong and need to change anything)
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Thanks a billion to @icanneverbesatisfied, @whizzvins, @leftmyurlinmyotherpants, and @purple-heart-anon for looking over this and convincing me that it’s not trash
Requested: No
Era: Modern
Summary: You’ve spent too long pining after a Dream, so you decide to chase a Reality instead. (part one of three)
Word Count: 2060
Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Please tell me if i missed any?
Tag List: @black-flower-crowns, @littlebitfluffy,@cringeguild, @psychedemigod ((you didn’t ask to be tagged but you liked the sneak peeks so here we are))
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It must have been eleven in the evening, but in a city like New York, the night had barely begun. The bars were bursting with patrons, spilling intoxicated masses into the paths of lonely strangers walking around in hopes of catching someone’s eye. The hordes of teenagers were embracing their newfound freedoms, climbing walls and shouting from rooftops. The young adults were walking home from the jobs they wanted to leave behind. Friends conversing, lovers displaying their affection, families consoling one another in the brisk air of the dusk fallen utopia. Everyone had a purpose, they had a reason to be here under the starless sky. They let the beauty of New York embrace them and leave them breathless as they journeyed into the night. The city seemed to breathe life into its citizens while it squeezed the very same out of you.
The frigid air would normally be a wonderful change of pace from the tepid waves of humidity that summer brought, but tonight it was anything but. Instead of feeling a cool breeze run down your back, the energetic goosebumps lining your skin, the magic of fall spreading from your head to your toes, you only felt cold. It burned your lungs as you walked through the side streets, a symphony of buzzing neon signs as your soundtrack, your path illuminated by old, dying street lamps. You wrapped your arms around yourself, holding your sweater tighter to your skin as if it would make any difference whatsoever. A nearly empty bottle graced your lips before slipping through your fingers onto the pavement below. The glass crunched under your shoes, as you kept walking, in no mood to stand still.
You wandered through the cold, allowing yourself to be whisked into the crowds of many trying to celebrate something of which had no meaning. It had no effect on you. You were numb. There had been people who called out for you, but the world outside your head did not matter. You were deaf to their blathering. The blisters forming on your boot-clad feet did not bring you pain. You were lost in your own body.
The overwhelming number of people around started to dwindle as the night went along, but you were still strolling without a purpose. That was until you came across an eerily familiar staircase. The staircase to her third story walk-up.
You stood in front of that godforsaken door, cursing that your own body would betray you in such a manner. That door, one which you had begged her to paint over but was still that awful shade of green, was the entryway to the new chapter of her life. A chapter that excluded you in its narrative.
“This can’t be how our story ends,” you thought to yourself. “I have to do something.”
Your thoughts became maddeningly loud as they shouted at you, but minutes passed with you simply standing frozen before her home. Suddenly, your hand was raised to rap against the hard oak, but a chill overcame you and, fortunately, so did sense.
You let your body lead you away and once again began roaming aimlessly. The wind pushed you along and you had no choice but to let it. You had no clue where you were going. There were no landmarks to help you, just brownstones, the kind she always wanted.
The houses all looked the same at this time of night, as the city lights dimmed to match the sun rising over the horizon. The world brightened as your own outlook darkened. If she couldn't love you, who could?
At five in the morning, you found yourself crying into your sleeves while you stumbled up the walkway to a familiar apartment building. With the turn of a key, you walked into the warm atmosphere and up the three flights to number 189.
The door opened with little resistance and you fell to your knees as it slammed behind you. A voice rang out but it sounded like static as your sobs took over the silence in your own head.
“I can’t do it. I can’t. I don’t know if I can go on without her. I don’t think that I’ll survive.”
Someone’s arms wrapped themselves around your torso and under your legs as you cried your sorrows away.
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It was noon when you awoke again, nursing a hangover as strong as the body cradling you.
“I don’t know why you do this to yourself,” a worried voice breathed out above you once you made your consciousness known.
“What do I have to lose?” You sank into his embrace and let him tuck your hair behind your ears, smiling meekly to yourself.
“Your overall state of well-being? Your mental health? Any chance of ever finding love again?” His words trailed off after he noticed your glassy-eyed gaze. “Y/N, you’ve been like this for months. When will you ever learn?”
Davey untangled his body from yours and left you alone. He knew he shouldn’t have, since there was no doubt in his mind that you would be contemplating the one thing he wished you wouldn’t: how to get her back.
It had been the only thing you had thought of since the moment she ended your year and a half long relationship. Davey knew that you wouldn’t stop until she was yours once again, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t dreamt of you seeing the light and running into his arms instead. But alas, some things are only meant to be dreamt of, not to become reality for the broken-hearted.
You barely recognized his absence as her words swirled around your mind.
“He’s what matters to me, Y/N. What we had was special, but it’s not what I care about anymore. I-uh, that’s not what I meant. Well, geez, you’d think for a writer, eloquence when speaking would come naturally. Y/N, I love you and I always will, but I can’t be with you, not while my heart belongs to him. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.” Her deep sigh broke the tense air as you fought the tears forming in your eyes. “Goodbye, and good luck. You will find someone who will love you in a way that you deserve. I’m just sorry that it couldn’t be me,” her words were punctuated with a kiss to your forehead before she disappeared from your sight but never from your heart.
You have pondered that moment over and over since the second it ended, always drawing the same conclusion. If you had fought for her, you wouldn’t be missing her. She would still be in your arms, as you sang her sweet songs of romance. But as you sat there replaying that scene in your head for what seemed to be the millionth time, something inside of you clicked.
You had spent months and months living in that past, the past where you had her, but what good did it do you? Davey was right, you had put yourself through too much heartache over a girl who had no trouble ending your whole world to kick you out of hers. She made her choice, and now you had begun to see that it was time to make yours.
“I’m done missing you,” the words bubbled up inside of you and escaped your lips before you could understand just exactly what they meant. It didn’t matter though, you had to get over her somehow, and the first step was to lead a life without her in it.
You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and raced out of the room to find your friend hunched over the stove. “Davey!” A startled shriek left the boy as a piece of toast flew across the kitchen causing you to burst out in laughter.
“Y/N, you can’t just scare a man like that!”
“Well, that’s a relief because there is no man in sight.”
His hand flew to his heart as he feigned hurt. “Damn, Y/N.” A smirk blessed your features and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a seat at the island across from him. “You must feel better, huh?”
A laugh erupted from your chest and, although it hurt your ears, you felt at peace. “My head is pounding, my mouth tastes of bile, and I can’t run my hand through my hair without tugging on at least fifteen knots. I feel immaculate, ethereal, weightless.” You spun on your chair, with your arms raised in the air and with the energy of an excited child.
He couldn’t help but admire the beauty of your smile and the brightness you exuded. Oh, how he wished that he could make you that happy every day for the rest of your life.
“What brought on such a change? Where’s that gloomy girl I’ve come to know and somewhat despise?” His commentary was met with your glare but a small grin told him that you were not upset.
“She’s been destroyed, erased. Her reign of terror is now over. Long live happiness and newfound freedom from the weights of ruptured hearts!” A veil of confusion swept over your friend who normally understood everything.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m moving on, Davey!” His heart sped up so quickly, he was afraid it would burn a hole right through his chest. “I’m breaking free from her chains! Katherine has held onto my heart for too long, and now I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine!”
“Oh, really now?” A thick layer of sarcasm coated Davey’s words to hide his excitement from you. “And how are you planning on doing that, exactly?”
“With your help.” The lump stuck in his throat was unbeknownst to you as you jumped around his kitchen. “You, my loyal and trusty wingman, are going to help me get back out there. It’s been well over two years since I’ve hit the dating scene, and I’ll need a guide.”
“Why not ask Racer or Romeo or even Specs? They’ve certainly had more success in that field than myself.” A light chuckle escaped you as you placed yourself on top of the counter beside him.
“Yes, but they’re looking for quick and unfulfilling, I’m asking for substance. If anyone can help me with my search for something real, it’s David Jacobs.” He almost scoffed before he realized that you weren’t finished, “also, you’re about to burn your eggs.”
A frantic disposition quickly overcame him as he turned off the flame whilst nearly dropping the mug of jasmine tea he held in his hand. Your laugh sounded through the apartment as his deep breaths filled your ears.
“Jesus Christ. You’re almost as much of a mess as I am. That’s a comforting thought.” You placed your hand caringly on his shoulder as he started to giggle.
“Excuse you, I am nowhere near that much of a catastrophe.” You shot him a questioning glance, “Okay, yeah, nevermind I see your point. But how are we going to begin this quest for true love? Finding a meaningful and long-lasting relationship isn’t exactly the simplest thing to accomplish.”
“We start where all good stories do.”
A groan came from his mouth, signifying his knowledge of your destination. “Really?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. We go to The Bowery.” An exasperated sigh left your best friend because, even though he loved the woman in charge, Medda’s Nightclub exuded trouble and danger. “But not tonight, I’m still trying to shake off last night’s tequila shots.” You kissed his cheek before gathering your things. “I’m going to go puke in your toilet, and then head home and recover. I’ll call you tomorrow with a game plan, so please don’t lose your phone or drop it in your organic herbal tea like last time, alright? I have a lot of ideas. Goodbye, David Jacobs. Till our paths cross again.”
“Promise you’ll be okay alone with your thoughts? That you’ll actually stay true to this newborn idea of letting her go? I can’t stand to see you broken any longer.”
You turned to meet his concerned stare before drawing an x on your chest with your finger. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” A smile brightened his features as you blew him a kiss and went on your way.
Hey can I request some angsty modern Javid where jack is acting super immature and like fucks up and comes late to dinner at the Jacob’s or something and Davey just kinda...loses it? Thanks! 💕
“Hey hon, it’s okay if your boyfriend isn’t going to show up.” Mrs. Jacobs said to her son, putting some mashed potatoes on his plate. Davey was leaning on his arm, and sighed. Jack promised he’d be here on time, and he was now 45 minutes late.
“Yeah, maybe he’s just stuck somewhere.” His father said, and Les just looked disappointed. Les and Jack were practically best friends and now for Les to not be able to see Jack made him devastated.
“It’s just, he promised.” Davey said.“Eat up.” His mother commanded. “No use being heartbroken on an empty stomach.”
“Keren, you don’t need to be so blunt about it.” Mr. Jacobs said, and Davey stood up.
“Actually, mom, dad, I’m just going to go upstairs.” Davey said, walking to his room.
“What a schmooze.” He heard his mom say. “You know, I knew there was something about him.”
“Davey?” He heard Les ask from the door. “Are you and Jack going to breakup?”
“No, no, we’re not.” Davey said.
“That’s good, because Jack’s a really good friend. And he made a mistake.” Why was Davey taking love alive from his eleven-year old brother? Either way, it was working.
“Well well well, look who it is.” Jack said, as Davey opened the door to his boyfriend’s apartment.
“What the fuck, Jack?” Davey said, pushing away from him.
“What-what are you-did I miss something?” Jack asked.
“Uh, yeah, you did! Last night? Ring a bell? Maybe because you were supposed to meet my parents and my mom spent three hours on dinner! Les was excited to see you again, and most importantly, you promised me that you’d be here!” Davey exclaimed, breaking at the end.
“Your parents! Babe, I was gonna be there, but Elmer needed help with something-”
“No! You said a month ago you were going to show up! I counted on you!” Davey said.
“Dave, I’m-”
“Don’t. Don’t apologize. I can’t-I can’t deal with this anymore.” Davey said, and with that, he walked out of the apartment.
“Cheer up David, it was Jack’s fault. He screwed up.” His mother said, scooping vegetables onto his plate. “And eat your vegetables.”
“Mom, I hate carrots.” Les whined.
“No, you love carrots, they’re your favorite.” She said.
“Say, Dave, what’s so great about Jack? Remember that other boy you dated? What was his name? Zach? Tim?-”
“Aaron! Don’t be so insensitive.” Keren whispered harshly to her husband.
What was so great about Jack? He was late to everything, he never answered calls, he was arrogant. But, he wasn’t arrogant, he was kind, and had a huge heart. He was a romantic. For his and Davey’s one month anniversary, Jack took a blanket to the roof of the apartment and him and Davey watched the sunset while having a picnic. It was simple and cliche, but it was sweet. Jack cared about everyone he met, even if he didn’t show it in the most conventional ways.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it.” Davey said, standing up. What he wasn’t expecting was his boyfriend standing on the other side of the door.
“Hey.” Jack said, waving slightly.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Davey whispered, shutting the door slightly.
“Before you tell me to get out of here, listen, I am sorry. And there is no excuse for what I did. I fucked up, and I fucked up bad. But, I love you, and hell, I’d do anything to go back to that day, and show up. But I can’t, and I will regret that everyday for the rest of my life.” Jack said.
“Just shut up and kiss me.” Davey said and connected his lips to Jack’s. They were having a passionate moment until the door opened. The boys separated immediately and looked over to see Mr. Jacobs.
“Son, Mr. Kelly.” He said and Davey blushed.
“Hey dad.”
“Sir.” The boys spoke at the same time.
“It’s good to see the two of you making out-er, up, making up.” He said and Davey chuckled awkwardly. “I’ll see you two inside.”
“You coming inside?” Davey asked.
“I don’t know, I shouldn’t.” He said but Davey grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
So I’m only gonna do 7, because I already did 35, thanks for understanding :) (Also, I’m making this around the readers birthday, so it may be not right now, just bear (bare?) with me)
“Just shut up and kiss me”
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Davey was the greatest person you had ever met. The two of you did happen to meet in freshman year of high school and it became an immediate friendship. You two had each other’s back, always, and no one dared to cross either of you. But, you wanted more than a friendship from Davey, you wanted a romantic relationship.
Everyday you’d stare at his face, and marvel at every freckle and mark on there. His lips always looked so kissable, and you dreamt of everyday kissing them. But he’d never see you that way, or that’s what you thought.
The truth was Davey had a massive crush on you. He’d often imagine what it was like to be your boyfriend and wonder if you felt the same way. But, why would you?
“Hey, it’s Y/N’s birthday tomorrow, you gonna get them anything good? Like perhaps asking them out?” Jack asked Davey when he saw him.
“I don’t know. What if they hate me forever?” He asked.
“You kidding? Y/N’s loved you for like, ever.” Jack said.
“I, can’t do it. Not to Y/N, they deserve happiness on their birthday.” Davey said.
“That’s why you go up to Y/N and say, ‘hey, I like you, you like me, let’s get it on’ then you grab their face and kiss th-“
“Okay, no. Jack, you suck at relationships. God knows how you were able to get with Katherine.” Davey said and saw you walk up to both of the boys.
“Hey boys.” You said, waving slightly atJack.
“Hey Y/N, so I hear you’re having a big birthday bash tomorrow. Can’t wait.” Jack said and you smiled.
“Well, it’s nothing big, my parents allowed me to have a party, and they promised to stay in their room all night.” You said and turned to Davey. “You’re coming, right?”
“Of course. I’d never miss your birthday.” Davey said, making you smile even wider.
“Well, I can’t wait for the both of you to be there.” You said.
“Do you know who else is going?” Jack asked.
“Oh, Spot and Race, Albert, Katherine, Mush, Elmer, and a few others, but just close friends.” You said and Jack kept looking at Davey. “Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for class. Thanks for talking boys, but I’ve got to go. Bye!”
“There’s no way I can ask them out now, everyone’s going to her party.” Davey said, trying not to panic.
“We’ll see about that.” Jack said, but Davey couldn’t focus on anything he was saying.
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“Jack, Kath, you made it!” You said, opening the door to let the couple in.
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world. Now, where do I put your present?” Katherine asked, and you pointed to a table with a couple other presents on it. Jack immediately went over to find Davey while you were talking with Katherine.
“Did you ask them yet?” Jack asked and Davey shook his head.
“I tried. But they kept wanting help with things and I couldn’t find the right time.” He explained and Jack rolled his eyes.
“Come on, I’ll help you.” Jack said and Davey’s eyes widened.
“No, Jack what are you-“
“Listen everyone, I suggest we get this party started the right way, with a fun game, don’t you all agree?” Jack asked and there were scattered cheers. “So, how about a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven?” There were more cheers.
Seven Minutes in Heaven was fun for you. You had never played anything like this before. A few people had gone and suddenly you heard your name.
“Well, looks like we got Y/N and, Albert!” Jack said, not expecting that. Davey’s face changed to a slight frown as you stood up to walk in the closet with Albert. “Remember, use condoms. Your time starts when you walk in that closet.”
“Jack, I thought you were trying to help me!” Davey exclaimed quietly.
“Okay look, I meant to say your name, I really did, but I screwed up and accidentally said Alberts.” Jack said and Davey groaned. “I’m real sorry Dave. But you can still tell them.”
Being in the closet with Albert was, awkward to say the least.
“Look, I know you like Davey, so I’m not gonna make you kiss me or anything.” Albert said.
“What? How do you know- I don’t like Davey!” You said unconvincingly.
“Sure, and the grass isn’t green.” Albert said, smirking.
“Is it that obvious?” You asked and he nodded.
“Yes, but don’t worry, because Davey likes you too.” He said. “Just tell him, it’ll be easy.”
“Thanks Albert. Well, we’ve still got like three minutes left, so this is gonna be awkward.” You said.
“Tell me a secret you’ve never told anyone before.” Albert said.
“You tell me one.” You retorted.
“Fine. I made out with a girl in an empty classroom once. Your turn.” He said smugly and you groaned.
“Okay well, I’ve never been kissed before. And I want Davey to be my first kiss.” You admitted.
“That’s really sweet, I thought it was gonna be something dirty.” Albert said and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah what-“
“Guys you got ten seconds left, so put your clothes back on.” Jack called from outside the door. You opened the door and walked back to your place next to Davey on the couch.
“How was it?” Davey asked.
“It was, fine.” You said, getting more awkward. Before Davey could say anything, you cut in again. “I’m going to get drinks, anyone want anything?”
In the kitchen, you were trying to control your breath. You just got really awkward with your best friend. What the fuck was wrong with you?
“Hey Y/N?” You heard Davey ask, walking into the kitchen.
“Yeah? Oh hey Davey.” You said.
“Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?” You asked and he took a deep breath.
“I have something to tell you.” He said and you signaled for him to keep going. “Well, ever since our sophomore year I’ve had this massive crush on you. And I know you probably don’t like me back and you’ve got a thing with Albert going on now I just thought you should know-“
“Shut up and kiss me.” You said, taking Davey by surprise. Nonetheless he moved closer to you and gently connected his lips with yours. You were frozen in place, this was everything you’d ever wish for. You tried to kiss back, but you weren’t really sure what you were doing. Davey didn’t seem to mind as he kept his lips connected to yours. Finally, the two of you pulled apart.
“I finally got it.” You said.
“What?” Davey asked, confused.
“My birthday wish.” You said, making the both of you smile.
