#davey jacobs fluff

[bluespecs14]

Threads and Bandages

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

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

Word count: 1,008 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thanks for reading :>

[hyperfixationswithkate]

connect | davey jacobs

reader x davey jacobs

[modern newsies au] 

summary: It’s been two years since they spoke, and they need a wedding date. What could go wrong? 

The opening of ‘You’re My Best Friend’ plays as you anxiously await for a response. The song he’d made his contact all those years ago as a joke but you’re too sentimental to let it go. You sprint across your apartment to grab it. “Hi,” you pant into the receiver. “As for your proposition, for you” your old friend said, “anything”. Your heartbeat races even faster at the thought of seeing him again. “Thank you” “See you then” He says and then the receiver clicks. 

Almost a month and a half later, you sit on your couch waiting. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you think about the last time you saw him. It was almost two years ago now. After graduation, you two had slowly grown apart. People thought you guys were made for each other, actual soulmates, but time is a cruel mistress. Romance was never a word you would use to describe your relationship with Davey. He was always your partner in crime, your best friend, never your boyfriend. Well not never, the amount of times you’d see him laugh or talking or just existing and imagine a world where you two weren’t just friends. But the possibility of love wasn’t worth risking a friendship over. 

Somehow the idea of seeing him still makes you feel butterflies. Even though he recently moved to New York for a grad program, you didn’t reach out with the fear of being awkward or just wanting to leave things the way they were. But a friend’s wedding where they were desperate to meet your childhood friend after learning he’s in town and needing a date, a proposal arised. 

It wasn’t a large wedding but large enough that you could leave early if things got weird. Getting cornered into bringing a guy you haven’t seen in years to a wedding where you barely knew the bride wasn’t the finest combo but it will have to do. All your worries and fears were pulled from your mind with a knock on the door. ‘Here we go’ you thought. You pull the door open with a deep breath as you see him.

Wow, college has done him well. Davey was always handsome but wow. Maybe time isn’t so criminal after all. Suits make anybody better but damn does he pull it off. “Hey, long time no see” he says, “shut up” you breathe as you hug him. The silk of the suit touches your face, you can smell the laundry detergent. The same one he’s used since he was a kid. The stale cotton smell fills your mind with nostalgia. Memories of crying into his shirt over god knows what, or borrowing a jacket from his car after a spring rain. A small smell brings you back to a past life, a completely different person, someone afraid of the endless possibility of the future. But his voice brings you back to the present. As he pulls away from the hug, he says “So y/n, what’s the plan?” 

You two leave your apartment in an almost awkward silence. The fear of making things weird after two years of limited contact weights on you. As you approach his car, he says “so how did you get wrapped into a wedding?” You take a moment to reply and say “I barely know at this point, the groom is a friend of mine from my freshman writing class. His friend group is filled with frat boys and trust fund babies but he’s an alright guy and I am still easily peer pressured.” You ramble. 

“You have a theme of finding the one alright guy in a group of animals” He says, winking at you. “A prime example being your juvenile posse from freshman year.” You say. Davey playfully gasps, acting offended. “Jack, Race, Romeo, and the rest of the goonies weren't exactly angels but they weren't heathens” He says in an overly dramatic tone. 

He changes the subject before I can poke fun at his boys again saying “Me and Jack are sharing an apartment while I finish my double major and while he’s still doing random things to pay for art school. Some of the other boys are around town. It’s kind of homely though, especially through the first couple weeks. What was it like living somewhere completely new all on your own?” You think for a second and say “It’s kind of nice. Starting completely fresh. No one has any expectation of who you are. It was rough at first without anyone close but I was able to change without fear of ruining old friendships.” He nodded silently, definitely thinking about my statement and analyzing it like the over thinker he’s always been. 

We sat in a comfortable silence as we approached his car. Davey takes two large steps to reach the car door before you, “M’lady” he says as he opens the door. The inside of his car smelled like a lemon air freshener and his dashboard was covered in post it notes with random things scribbled on them. “What are these?” you say, staring at the little notes. “Oh well they started by me forgetting things all the time and it evolved into the boys leaving notes every time they’re in here alone. I’m too sappy to take them down” He replies as he gets into the driver seat. ‘If you mess this up, I’ll deck ya. Love Race’ reads one of the notes. Davey notices you eyeing the note as he starts the car and says quietly “Race wrote that one about today. He really wants us to be close again so when I drive down here to see you, I pick up cheap weed for him.” ''God that's such a Race thing to do'' you say laughing. He makes nervous eye contact with you that makes you think that maybe weed wasn’t Race’s only motive for us meeting again. But Davey speaks before your mind can race too far off, “So what’s the address for this wedding venue?” 

As we drive for a few minutes, Davey turns on the radio to fill the weird gap of silence between conversations and of course the first sing playing is “You’re my best friend” by Queen. The song about your partner being your best friend is playing, the song that could definitely be labeled as “our song” is playing, the universe is playing a cruel game on us today. Davey turns to you recognizing how significant this song is and says “You better remember all the words to this song” and of course I do. I reply by singing the opening verse very loudly. To which he does the exact same thing. As the song fades out, he says “I remember listening to that in high school. We used to sit on your bedroom floor and do homework while the whole Night At The Opera album played”. The nostalgia flooding back to you as his eyes focus back on the road. A particular memory stands out.

One night we were both studying for our AP Lit test in my bedroom. It was almost 2am and you’d been studying for hours. We snuck down to the kitchen for some snacks before the final haul of work. Running down the stairs your feet slip and Davey catches you in his arms. As you balance again, his arms don’t fall away and you turn to face him about to ask him if something is wrong. His eyes staring deeply into yours as you look at him and you savor the feeling of his warm hands on your arms. The moment quickly passed when your cat meowed very loudly at your feet, scaring the both of you apart. After raiding your kitchen, you two swiftly return upstairs to finish studying and hopefully avoiding another borderline romantic encounter for the evening. Once you close your bedroom door, Davey said “What’s your favorite record at the moment?”. He was trying to avoid studying but I didn’t really care. “Currently it’s A Night At The Opera by Queen. I just got it on vinyl and it’s definitely a winner” I say back. “Well then put it on” he says jokingly gesturing to the small record player in my room. “Alright mate” you mumble in a vague british accent knowing that’ll get him to laugh, and of course he does. You put on the record and the opening instrumental starts playing. 

We study for most of the album, only interrupted by pages flipping, pencils scratching, yawning, and me flipping the record. By the end of the album, we’re both lying on the floor staring at the ceiling in exhaustion, the carpet touching my bare arms as the final notes fade out. “That was incredible,” Davey says quietly, turning to face me on the ground. “I know” I say nodding, leaning towards him. For a few seconds, we were close enough together we could have kissed. Staring at each other waiting for the other to make a move. He turns away, a fear of making things weird overcomes him. You can tell in his face that he regrets it the moment he turns. 

The memory fades as the car stops at a red light. Turning to Davey as his eyes are fixed on the road, you see the side profile that you saw everyday at school. The slightly crooked nose that got broken from a flying book during lunch. The eyebrow that has a small scar above it from tripping at the city pool during freshman year. The pink blotch of color on his cheek that never seems to leave no matter the temperature. All these memories attached to him for better or for worse. 

He notices you staring as he turns the corner. “What?” he says quietly, blushing. “Nothing, just thinking” you say equally as quiet. “About what?” he almost whispers. Just as you panic about what to say, the GPS says “You have arrived at your destination”

[happy-little-musician]

Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Davey Jacobs x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Fluff Length: 773 words (2-3 minutes) TW: There is one ‘crap’ in there and that’s it. Request:  Is there any chance i could get a davey valentines fic? (If not that’s cool of course) I hope you‘ll have a great valentines day!💜 -anon A/N: You absolutely CAN anon oh my God. This isn’t finished because I had to rush it to get it out today but I’m hoping to update it soon!

Masterlist

Davey had told you to keep Valentine’s day free, not that you were going to plan anything without him. He told you to be dressed and ready by 10 am in some casual clothes. You were glad that it wasn’t anything too formal; you preferred the more chill dates you had with him.

Davey actually arrived 15 minutes early, right as you were finishing up getting ready. You answered the door and of course he looked ridiculously cute. He was wearing jeans and a warm sweater with sleeves that were slightly too long. As soon as he saw you he beamed down at you, commenting on how beautiful you looked. A blush crept into your cheeks at this and you welcomed the hug that he gave you. His sweater was so damn soft.

When you pulled away he took your hand and led you to his car. On the passenger seat was a little glass bottle with a cork in it full of notes.

“What is this?” you asked once you were both sat down.

“A list of reasons why I love you. I want you to read them when you’re sad.” Davey’s gaze on you was soft, but you could see the happiness that bloomed behind his eyes when you started smiling.

You reached for the back of his neck to pull him in for a kids and he reciprocated, being gentle with you. You could smell the earthy cent of his cologne.

“Can I read one now?”

“Of course!”

You pulled the cork and picked a piece of paper. When you opened it, it read: ‘I love that our hands, lips, and bodies fit so well with each other. It’s like you were crafted just for me.’

“Awwe Dave! I love this!”

“Thank you! I started it a few months ago. I planned to give it to you on Christmas but it wasn’t ready.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Oh crap, I left your present in my room!”

“Hey, don’t worry it’s fine. Do you want to go and get it now or shall we come back for it later?”

“I’ll go get it now, I won’t be long.”

You hopped out of the car, checking every pocket on you for your keys. When you reached the door you realised that you had left them in your front room. You had a little walk of shame back to the car.

“I forgot my keys.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have a spare one back at my apartment; we can go get it later.”

“I’m sorry, Dave.”

“I said don’t worry! I don’t mind waiting. Honestly?” He said, guiding your chin so you had to face him, “Being here with you is a gift in itself.” You smiled at that as he kissed you and started the car.

Once some music was playing through the speakers and the two of you were settled, you asked Davey where you were going.

“It’s a surprise! I can’t just tell you!”

“I know! I’m just excited!!”

“I can tell!” he chuckled. “Okay I want you to cover your eyes.”

“Alright.” You put your palms over your eyes so that Davey wouldn’t think you were peeking through your fingers and waited.

A few minutes later you felt the car come to a stop.

“You can look now, gorgeous”

When you opened your eyes you were in a parking lot, and an front of you was an entrance and a sign: 'Dog Shelter’

“Dave! Oh my God!” You hugged him despite the console in the centre making in uncomfortable.

“I know! I’ve already got all the stuff at home so we just have to pick a dog! I know your landlord doesn't let you keep pets so they’ll live at mine but it’s 100% your dog.”

“As if I needed another reason to come over,” you said quietly, kissing him.

You got out of the car and walked inside, bring welcomed by a kind receptionist who pointed you in the right direction.

When you were in the little hallway with all the dogs, you were immediately overwhelmed by all the choices.

“Dave, I wanna take them all home.”

“Me too, gorgeous. Let’s have a look though.”

There were so many dogs. Puppies, old dogs, big dogs, small dogs. The two of you eventually decided on an older golden retriever, about 9 years old, who was a retired seeing eye dog. When the dog saw you he instantly approached you. He was so gentle and soft, and, despite all the other dogs, wasn’t barking at all.

“Dave, what about this one?”

“Oh yeah this one’s perfect.”

[yojakey-d-blog]

would you be down to write some davey and a badass motorcycle riding reader fluff for a sister

ALWAYS! (this is going to be short and i’ve kinda switched up the request, but im kind of into this idea so lmk if you like it!)

your dad was in the new up and coming motorcycle club in New York, Yonkers MC. the new century brought on new ideas, but many of New York’s resident’s looked down upon your father and his fellow club members. you rode along with him clutching onto him as you roared through the streets of New York City. it was early when you arrived at the only lodging area where your family was allowed to stay. 

the next morning you took to the streets with the other children of motorcyclists. as you turned a corner your body collided with another and an apology immediately flowed through you both. when you looked up and saw the boy in front of you you’d swear that you’ve never seen anyone more breathtaking. by now the other have moved on down the street looking for the market place downtown, but you stood here basically having a string contest with this boy you just collided with.

“davey” he breathed out just loud enough for you to hear, and as you breathed out your name back the familiar roar of motorcycles could be heard.

[mike-faist-is-the-best]

Not the same anon who requested the davey coffee shop au but tbh I would love to see an x reader of that

Alright alright alright (does anyone get the quote? No one, okay I’ll leave)

-It was a bad day for you-Normally, you’d be walking into Starbucks to order your usual drink, but today was different-The line was extremely long and yet you still decided to wait-only when you got close to ordering, they let everyone know that the coffee machines were temporarily down and your heart broke-You rushed out, already late for work when you stumbled across another coffee shop that seemed empty and nice-when you walked in, you were greeted with the aroma of fresh baked pastries and coffee-you kinda rushed your order, and the barista nodded along, understanding everything you were saying-you waited for the drink, which only took a few minutes- “I added an extra shot because you seem like you need it” “you are a life saver”-from that day on, you ditched Starbucks and only went to that coffee shop-Not to mention the barista was really cute-And of course Davey has a crush on you too-you were the cute person who’s mood went from tired to immediately happier after walking into the shop-one day you walked in, and you were off work-Davey and you had been talking a little, he knew your order by heart-So you’re sitting at a table waiting for the drink when he also hands you a napkin along with it- the napkin read “call me sometime” and had his number on it-you smiled and blushed at him, and he was also blushing-you wished him a good rest of his day and you couldn’t wait to call him-after Davey’s shift he sits close to the phone as possible waiting for your call-YALL ARE CUTE OKAY

[totallycanonbroadway]

Hidden Artists

After the horror of what was in my inbox, I needed some comfort. I’ll take that comfort in the form of modern AU Javey fluff <3

Warning(s): gun mention

Word Count: 808

“So what exactly is in those notebooks that you carry around?”

Jack smiled at Davey and squeezed his hand. “Well, a bit of this, a bit of that...”

Davey could tell that he had caught his boyfriend off guard. “A bit of this and a bit of that is why you always have one on you?” he pressed before licking his lips nervously.

Jack paused a moment, clearly thinking. He kissed Davey’s forehead absentmindedly before responding. “Alright, alright. You can look in my notebooks. I’ll pull all of them out. Just...I don’t wanna be here when you do, alright?”

This made the taller boy’s heart beat faster. “Jack, you don’t h-”

“I want to.” Jack stood up and went to his room. About thirty seconds later he came back with a box filled with three notebooks. “These are in order, oldest in the back, newest at the front. Except, obviously, that one on the table.” The strike leader stood awkwardly for a few moments, looking as if he wanted to say something, before changing his mind. “Ay, Davey, go to our coffee shop when you’re done. I’ll be waiting there.” Without giving his boyfriend a chance to respond, he quickly left his apartment.

Davey looked at the box in silence for a couple of minutes, not sure what to think. Jack was acting very suspiciously, which made Davey wonder if these notebooks would be a dream or a nightmare. He eventually pulled himself from the comfort of thinking on the couch and into the risk of the strange box.

The first notebook that Davey pulled out was the oldest one. The cover was faded and the binding falling apart. Graphite smudged the outside of all of the pages. He opened the book, shocked by what he saw. It was a drawing of a man who he didn’t quite know but had the same nose as his beloved boyfriend. He began flipping through the pages, marveling at each new thing he saw. Close up flowers, the skyline, entire landscapes, and more images of who Davey was beginning to think was his father littered the notebook.

The next notebook was instantly different. The very first image was unmistakably Snyder, pointing his gun directly at the viewer. Jack’s drawing style had progressed from childishly curvy lines to scared, angular marks making an entire image. This notebook was filled with the horrors of The Refuge, and it made Davey get up and pace while looking through it because the images were so horrifying.

The third notebook opened on an image of Crutchie. He was laughing. This notebook was filled with the newsboys, ranging in emotions from pride to hatred to sadness to exuberance. In the middle, there were a lot of drawings of Katherine, which Davey figured had been from when they dated. He stopped dead when he got to the last page of this notebook. It was an image of him watching Meda perform. Although Miss Meda was singing in the foreground, it was obvious that Davey was the center of attention. He shook his head in wonderment, wondering if the elegance he saw on the page was really how Jack saw him.

Despite feeling like his heart was about to explode, Davey went to the notebook that rested on the coffee table and opened it up. Inside were portraits of all kinds, but unlike the rest of the books, they all centered around one thing: him. He saw himself laughing, crying, dancing, sleeping, reading, and even rolling his eyes. All of them had a painstaking about of detail. 

Shaking, Davey raced downstairs and across the street to the coffee shop that he and Jack had coined as theirs. He went blindly to their booth and sat down next to his boyfriend, who set down his water. “Davey, you okay?”

“You didn’t tell me that you could draw.” Davey had tears in his eyes as he put the notebook on the table.

“And you didn’t tell me you could write,” Jack replied nonchalantly, sliding the notebook closer to him.

Davey blushed a deep red. “Wh-how-”

“I pretend to be asleep so that you’ll read what you wrote to me,” Jack confessed, smiling sheepishly. “Before you try to explain yourself, let me tell you this: I never knew love like this before you, either.”

Davey had no words left, so he threw his arms around Jack’s shoulders. “I treasure you more than anything else in the world.”

Jack returned the hug and pulled Davey in closer. “I would turn away the entire world for you. You’re my muse.”

With a snort, Davey pulled away. After taking a deep breath, he tried to pretend that this was just a normal date. “Why are you just drinking water?”

Jack looked down, feeling his ears warm up. “I forgot my wallet at home.”

“Oh, Jack...”

[beating-heart-anon]

davey x musician!reader for @cucumberinmyass

[fungusbabey]

i have a request!! first kiss w davey?? thanks much xx

do you want me to be your first kiss? - davey x reader

you sighed, relaxing into davey’s arms. it had been a long day to say the least and the comfort of a hug from your best friend could almost always do wonders for your mood. this time, however, you were still feeling pretty down. you felt tears begin to form and you hoped with every fiber of your being that he wouldn’t notice. of course, he did.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he coaxed softly, running a soothing hand over your cheek. “you know you can talk to me, hun.” you tensed, knowing it would be an awkward conversation because of the strong feelings you’ve always had for him.

“i’m just, uh… really scared that i’ll be alone forever. never have a relationship, or even my first kiss. it’s stupid, i guess,” you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“no, you won’t be alone forever. i promise. guys are just to stupid to see just how amazing and perfect you are,” he assured. you gazed up at him, not fully believing his words. you shook your head.

“i have an idea and you’re obviously 100% able to refuse, but… do you want me to be your first kiss?” davey offered, visibly a tad flustered. you nodded, unable to think of anything to say. he nodded back, more to himself than to you, looking as though he were trying to assure himself.

cautiously, he stepped closer. he lightly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning down. his eyes closed and you forced yours to do the same, your whole body shaking as his lips met yours. his skilled lips worked against yours, pressing multiple kisses there. you could tell he had to force himself to pull away instead of furthering the kiss.

you opened your eyes, staring into his as the two of you caught your breath, and you found yourself moving towards him again. he met you halfway, and one of his hands drifted to your waist as his tongue swiped across your lip.

little did you know that he would eventually be much more than your first kiss.