Summery: Reader and David basically have a study date.
tw: None
wc: 1.3k
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Going to school wasn't the worst, but definitely not the best. Especially for girls. We were always looked down upon for being 'less smart than their male counterparts'. They taught us more about etiquette and manners and boring shit like that. Lots of the time I would hear boys laugh in the school yard about how girls shouldn't even go to school, or go to a school that would teach us how to do laundry and wash dishes. What utter scum.
When I bumped into David he was very different. He was polite and kind and treated me like human being. He was a nice breath of fresh air, and I wanted more. I knew him to be in my advanced English class and Math. Boy was he smart, but so was I. I think he noticed I was in a few of his classes and chose to sit by me. We had a small chat about books we liked and how our lives at home were. He was a sweet boy unlike the ones I've seen and met before.
So that lead me to tell my best friend about him. She told me that I was starting to fancy him but I doubt that. I barely know the guy!
"You totally fancy him!" (F/n) squealed with a giant grin. "I better be a brides maid!"
"Wha!" I exclaimed in embarrassment. "No! (F/n)! I only talk to him in classes, and he probably only sees me in a friendly manner anyways."
"We can change that," She said wiggling her eyebrows.
"You suck," I said clearing all expressions from my face.
"Oh come on," She said rolling her eyes playfully. "I just want to help."
"Yeah yeah," I sighed. "You know, I'm okay with just being friends."
She just shook her head as the bell rung, "David Jacobs huh, I think he's in my next class."
I felt my face pale not knowing what she would do. Maybe she's just scaring me. Before I could warn her not to she left me standing alone in the schools garden. I made my way to my next class, my mind elsewhere. Would David and I ever get together? Would he ever like me like that? What would it be like dating him?
My waking thoughts were consumed of just David and I. The possibilities, the romance that seemed nonexistent, how good of a person he seemed to be. The next day when David sat next to me there seemed to be something on his mind.
"Hey David," I said with a smile closing my book.
He just stared at me for a few seconds before snapping out of his thoughts, "Oh, hey." I furrowed my eyebrows, 'Does he want me to leave him alone?' Probably, so I opened my book and started to read leaving David to his thoughts. I may like to talk to him, but I know when to stop. I was only able to read a few pages before David passed me a note. I looked at him with curiosity and opened it.
It read:
Your friend told me you needed some tutoring with math, I could help you.
I felt my eyes widen and blush a bit. So she did talk to him. I looked at the clock noticing that class will start soon so I quickly scribbled down my reply.
Yeah, some of it was kind of confusing. How about this Saturday? At noon?
I passed him back the note and I noticed he seemed extremely nervous. He scanned it quickly and let out a sigh of relief. A grin took over his features as he wrote. Passing it to me it read:
Sounds good. We could go to my place, I can pick you up. What's your address?
I wrote down my address and just like that, a study was planned. The week seemed to pass quickly after that exchange. David hung out with me more and more frequently. He would walk me to some of my different classes and he would walk me home. 'Just so I know the way' Was one of his many excuses. Once Saturday rolled around I was made sure to dress in somewhat casual, yet still presentable garment. A baby blue skirt with a white lacy top.
A knock was heard at my door and it seemed like I wasn't quick enough to answer it, for there was my mom and David standing there talking. I shyly approached the two as my mom was questioning him and he looked extremely nervous once again.
"Stop interrogating him mother," I said sternly.
"I just want to make sure this young man has the best of intentions with you," My mother responded crossing her arms.
"He's just going to help me study," I sighed out as my mama moved out of the way.
"Make sure you're back here before dinner you hear me?" She asked. "I don't want to make food for two only for it to go to waste."
I nodded in understanding, "Of course mama." I kissed her cheek and left with David to his house.
"That was scary," He said letting out a breath. This caused me to laugh. When we got to his house we were the only ones there. We studied, him explaining further how to do some of the stuff we learned earlier. Then his family came home. We were in the kitchen so they saw us right away.
His little brother, which I think he said his name was Les, ran over to us with a giant smile, "You're the girl Davey won't stop talkin about!" My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks heat up.
"U-uhm," I stuttered out not knowing how to reply.
"Les!" David whispered harshly.
"It's alright," I said with a slight laugh. His sister, which I forgot her name sorry, laughed too.
"Come on Les," She said with a smile, "Let's let them continue studying." His parents walked in to introduce themselves.
"I'm Mrs. Jacobs and this is my husband," She said politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you dear."
"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Jacobs," I smiled. "My name is (y/n) (l/n)." They then left to the small living room leaving me and David slightly alone. We couldn't seem to focus on our work anymore and we decided to take a break, David helping me onto the fire escape. We stared out at the sky breathing in the fresh air. I noticed it was started getting late and mentioned to David I should head home.
"I'll walk you there," He said while helping me back into his apartment. I nodded with a smile as we packed up our stuff. Les started to complain saying how 'Davey' hogged me the entire time and that he wanted to play with me too. Sarah, I learned her name was, told him that next time he would be able to. We bid his parents goodbye and we left off to my house.
"The stars look very pretty," I mumbled out as we walked down a cobblestone street. "Too bad the lights of the city block them."
"The city lights let some shine brighter," He muttered under his breath but I heard him. I looked at him in confusion and I notice he was blushing.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I-I, uh," He stuttered out. "You look beautiful and the l-light uh..." I blushed and couldn't help but let out a small giggle.
"Y-you happen to look handsome," I replied tucking a stray hair behind my ear.
Once we got to my house I stopped before entering. I turned to David and smiled shyly.
"Thank you Davey," I said with a slight smirk. I leaned on my tip toes and gave him a light peck on the lips before bolting into my house. I looked out my window to see a stunned Davey standing there. Then a love sick smile rested on his face and I knew that I did the right thing. He slowly left with a bit of a pip in his step.
Request: ‘Davey using prompt #2 from the drabble list challenge’-also, since there were 2 #2′s for drabble list challenge cuz there were like two, yah, anyway, i used both because i thought it would work
Warnings: angst, violence shtuff
Word Count: 711
One day ago, Davey Jacobs was walking on air. The strike had just been started and they just needed to spread the word to the other newsies in New York. He had his eye on the most amazing newsie he had met in the two days he had been working there, and you just happened to feel the same way.
But that was before the strike had actually started. That was before Les had a broken arm and Davey was bleeding so bad he passed out and had to be carried back to the Lodge. That was before the other news boys were battered and bruised, worse than he was. That was before Crutchie was dragged off to the refuge and Jack was missing. That was before newsies couldn’t walk. That was before he had to stay in the Lodge so his mom wouldn’t freak out about his injuries and forbid him from working as a newsie.
So here he lay, trying to catch some sleep for once, next to you. You were forbidden from going to the strike, being one of the younger newsies, but that didn’t stop you. He had pulled you away from fights with the Delancey’s, earning blows to the face. You continued to fight with the Delancey’s for hurting Davey. It was a continuous circle, until the bulls came. Newsies were dragged away. Davey tossed and turned as he heard Crutchie yelling for Jack.
Then the dream changed, and it wasn’t Crutchie being pulled away, it was Les. He was crying, begging for someone, for Davey, for his mother, but Davey was lying on the concrete, passed out.
You felt the mattress beneath you move, and you turned over to Davey, who was writing back and forth, tears in his eyes. You shot up and moved closer to him. The tall boy continued to sleep, turning violently. You softly put your hand on his shoulder and shook him a little bit. He shot up and looked at you.
“Is Les here? Please tell me it was all a dream.”
“Les is still here….Dave, are you alright?”
“I can’t stop dreaming about what happened. It replays in my mind, the Delancey’s hurting you, the bulls taking away Crutchie, and then it changes. They aren’t taking away Crutchie, they’re taking away Les...when you woke me, they were about to take you away,” he wrapped his arms around you. “But you’re here. You’re not okay.”
You snuggled into his arms, his hand caressed your face, touching the black eye and busted lip.
“I’m okay Davey, I promise. But you...you’re not alright. Not just physically, but up in here too,”
You tapped on his head a little bit, earning a smile from Davey, even if it was too dark to see.
“I can’t help thinking that this was all my fault….I brought up the strike and suggested we tell Pulitzer and that we go through it,” he said all these things, blaming himself, through hard, deep breaths.
You put your hands on his face.
“Davey...hey, hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore. By the time the strike is over, the Delancey’s will be too scared to hurt us, and the bulls and Snyder, we won’t have to worry about them. Second of all, none of this, the strike, everybodies injuries, Crutchie going to the Refuge, none of this is your fault.”
Davey took a deep breath, slowly, surely, trying to regain total calmness. His hands grabbed yours from his face and held them close to his chest.
“Thank you, (Y/N)....” you felt him lean in closer to you, his breath coming closer and closer.
His nose bumped into yours, and his forehead stayed against yours.
“You can kiss me...if you want to…”
“I want to,” he whispers against your lips.
His lips press against yours, and you kiss back, even though it hurts a little bit. He pulls back, remembering your lip.
“I’m sorry,”
“It’s all good Davey,” you mutter, pressing one more kiss to his lips. “We need to go to sleep.”
You lay down and Davey wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him, your head resting against his chest, and you both peacefully fall asleep.
Love is Complicated: Chapter 1: It Makes You Angry
Hey guys! I know I had said I would be posting these Saturday or Sunday, and here we are, Thursday. Sorry about that. But look! My first multi chapter story! pls forgive me
Request: Friends to lovers? Pining? Denying feelings?
Warnings: n/a
The beloved AO3 link!
You and David had joined the newsboys at the same time to support your families, and unsaid, to support each other. You had always been around the Jacobs family to help David with Les and in turn, he helped you with your school work. Given, he wasn’t the best at asking for help, yet somehow you were always there when he needed it, whether he knew it or not.
The two of you had actually met in one of those situations.
He was trying to bring a chest inside his house, but he wasn’t really succeeding. You had been walking by, on your way home from picking up some groceries for your parents when you saw him struggling. You had started to help and when the chest finally started to move, he looked up and noticed you.
“Excuse me, who are you?” He asked, ever so polite, even at a young age.
“I’m (Y/N)! Who're you?”
“My mother told me not to talk to strangers.” He mumbled.
“But you talked to me first!” You pointed out.
“Well…” He started, before you cut him off.
“You know my name now, so we're not strangers. Plus, I'm helping you move this thing!”
“But, why?”
“You looked like you needed help.” You shrugged. He looked pensive for a moment, eyeing the chest as well as you.
“Oh. Well, my name’s David. And I don't need your help.” He finally said, irritated.
“It’s nice to meet you David!” You said, putting down your end of the chest to stick out your hand for a handshake, dismissing his annoyance with you.
Reluctantly, he put his end down to take your hand in his.
"It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)."
“(Y/N). (Y/N), (Y/N)!”
You were brought back from the memory by the same boy it was about. David was waving his hand in front of you face
“Yeah David?” You said, shaking your head.
“You looked lost in thought, and I didn’t want us to be late to the newsstand.”
“Sorry, sorry, I was just thinking about how we first met. What’s the word? Remi-?”
“Reminiscing.”
“Thanks.”
“Sure, now come on, we gotta go.” He says, before shaking his own head.
You hadn’t realized you had stopped until he pointed it out. Though once he did, you grabbed his hand and ran, dragging David through the streets behind you. Unbeknownst to you though, him and physical contact did not pair well, and left him a blushing mess.
By the time you had reached the newstand, there was already a line forming. You had managed to squeeze in before anyone else could, pulling David along with you. You were a team after all. You let go of his hand and turned to face him while others were getting their papers.
“Isn’t this exciting? We actually get to work. We get to be a part of this.” You whispered, walking backwards as the line moved forward.
“I don’t understand how this is all that exciting to you. We’re just selling newspapers.” He sighs.
“David we’re not ju-”
You interrupted by a slam of something hitting the post behind you. You were so excited that you hadn’t realized it was your turn to take some papers.
“Ah, a new kid. Good to see a fresh face 'round all of these rats.” A rather greasy looking man said.
"Uh, two new faces actually." You say, trying to divide the attention from the man between you and David, pulling him up next to you.
Chatter began to spread around the area. New people? Kids they hadn't seen before? The newsies seemed to be a tight-knit group to you and after seeing anyone new, they all seemed a bit shocked. Some others you could see had a mischievous look to them. You made a mental note to try to stick with David.
“I-I’ll take twenty papers please.” You stutter out, making yourself small.
“Ooh, and manners, I like you already.” He said, smiling at you. You could feel David at your side, causing you to relax.
You heard some of the other boys calling him weasel, you could see why. You never wanted to be in a 100 foot radius of him ever again.
“20 for the new kid. Now let’s see the dime?”
“We can pay for them after we sell them, can’t we?” David asked, jumping into the conversation, putting his arm around you.
“Cash up-front kid.”
“But whatever we don’t sell you buy back right?” He asks, incredulously.
“David, it’s fine.” You said, trying to calm him down.
“Here you go.” You gave the man a dime and took your twenty papers, leaving the safety of David's arms.
David did the same, yet, something was wrong. He had only gotten nineteen. He bickered with the weasel, who you had come to learn was named Wiesel, for a bit longer before another boy came over to settle the dispute. As he walked past he gave you a wink.
He was a good deal taller than you were, so you turned your head down to face your feet, in hopes he wouldn’t see your blush. You weren’t really used to all of this attention. You looked back up to hear that the boy was offering you both fifty more papers. Which seemed a bit outrageous to you.
“We can do fine on our own thank you very much. We don’t even know who you are.” You straightened up in hopes of seeming more confident, walking back to David's side.
“This here is Jack Kelly, how couldya not have heard of him?” A boy with a crutch said, coming up to stand next to 'Jack Kelly'.
“Hows about I show the both of youse the ropes here, eh?” He says, elbowing the boy with the Crutch while eyeing you both up and down.
“Why are you helping us?” David asked him, with that same tone he had used years ago with you.
“It’s ya first day here, and I thinks the little kiddo here,” Jack made his way to your other side, bringing his arm around your shoulders, looking David in the eyes, “could get ahead with the right tricks that I could teach ya.”
“The little kid here? Has a name you know. And really isn't so little.” You took his arm from around your shoulder and forcefully poked him in the chest, pushing him a slight bit away from you so you could look up at him. He looked surprised, as if he had never been rejected before.
“It’s (Y/N). This is David. You should at least learn our names before you teach us anything.”
“Well then, Vests, Davey, follow me and I’ll getcha all set up.” He started walking away from you, not waiting for you to follow. You and David shared a look. You had to admit, Jack had some gusto, it made sense that all the other boys seemed to stop and listen when he spoke.
"Vests?" You asked, looking at your outfit. You guessed your vest stood out.
“Davey?” He asked, confusion all over his face.
"Must be easier for him to remember." You shrugged. You then ran off to catch up with Jack, and turned around to see David, no, Davey, in a trance.
“C’mon Davey! Don’t you love learning?” You shouted at him, your smile wide. That seemed to shake him from his trance and he began running to catch up. Once you were both caught up, Jack started explaining things.
“So first things first, you gotta choose a sellin' spot to sell ya papes. You choose a bad one, youse ain't gonna end up makin' a lot, and you’ll hafta eat the papes. But, lucky for you two, s'early enough that there are still a few good spots left.” He took you to a corner that wasn’t all that lively, but from what you could see, there seemed to be a lot of shops and houses around here.
“Wow. You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been to this part of New York.”
“Just wait doll, hang with us for a while you’ll getta see a lotta stuff.” Jack winked at you again before someone started to come up to you.
“Watch this,” Jack whispered to you and Davey, as he put on a smile,“'Suces me ma’am, but can I interest you in today’s morning paper. It’s all about creatures prowlin' 'round in the night of New York City. If ya need anyone to protect, just call for Jack.” He winked as they exchanged money. But as soon as she bought the paper and left blushing, Jack dropped the smile and sincerity.
“See? Easy as pie. So for you Vests, I would suggest that ever so sweet flattery. For Davey, I’mna put what I hope's a big brain to work. Like so.”
Jack began shouting out a headline, too loud for you to figure out was he was saying.
“Come get it right here! Terrified flight from burnin’ inferno!” He shouted over and over again. Soon enough, a man walked up and took the paper from Jack, handing him some change.
“You want me to lie?” Davey asked in exasperation.
“You do whatcha gotta do here.” Jack shrugged, “Now, your turn.”
In the time he had given you both demonstrations, more people had filled the street. Women walking around to buy groceries for their families. Men walking around to go to meetings and suit shops and what not. You could see Davey’s brain looking for ways to sell papers without having to lie, the scowl on his face deepening as he thought. If you were to be honest, you weren’t sure what else he was supposed to do. You left him to his thinking to try and sell some of your own papers, which was in actuality, easier done then said. Sometimes you would only need to give someone a look and they'd be racing over to talk to you. You sold them a paper and sent them on their way, only able to entertain them for so long. Soon enough, you had sold all of your papers and it wasn’t even midday.
“Wow, you really are a natural at this aren’tcha?” Jack asked, suddenly appearing at your side, arm around your shoulder. You weren't quite sure if this was him flirting or simply his normal.
“Well, I’m not exactly that sure. I was just doing what you told me to do. It actually tires me out.”
“Oh yeah, sellin twenty papes must make ya real tired.” He says, sarcasm evident.
“It’s not the number that tires me, but selling them itself. I’ve never gotten this much attention from anyone. It’s all new to me and I’m actually really glad you’re helping me and Davey.”
“I do what I can. It’s the least I can do for new newsies.” He says, directing you to a bench.
“Well still, I appreciate it. I'm sure Davey does too." You say, as both of you turn to look back over to Davey, who still had the majority of his papers in his bag. He looked so concerned and sort of angry, probably at himself for having trouble selling papers. You decided to give him a reprieve by walking up to talk to him, saying goodbye to Jack.
"I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" Jack asked.
"Course you will, I'm a newsies after all."
Davey had been getting more and more frustrated as time had passed. He saw you selling papers with ease, and wondered what he was doing wrong. Everything came so effortlessly to you, you were so adaptable, persistent too. You had dealt with him all these years, his dissatisfaction when he couldn't get something right on the first try, his bitterness when he didn't understand something, his standoffish-ness. You stayed by his side through it. And even now, you were helping him support his family so that Les could stay in school. And here you were, walking up to him and pulling him out of his spiral.
"Hey (Y/N)." He says, downcast.
“Davey, how about we take a break and go get something to eat at your house. Then we can come back and start fresh. I can even help you sell some papers.” You offer.
“Yeah, you’re right. I think I need a break. Thanks (Y/N).” He says, sighing.
“Hey, who knows you better than I do?” You smile.
“Nobody.”
“That’s right."
As the two of you walked back to Davey's house, neither of you spoke. You didn't need to, the silence was comfortable, at least, comfortable on your end. On Davey's however, the silence was only external, with the thoughts in Davey’s mind racing.
I really don’t understand, why am I having such a hard time selling papers? Is it because I’ve been so distracted today? Because I've been frustrated half the time and don't even know why? If that's the reason, what's the source? Could it be (Y/N)? I mean, not directly because of (Y/N), but all these interactions they're having. The way some of those other guys were staring at them earlier, it made me sick. And Jack? What is he playing at? Flirting with (Y/N) and then encouraging (Y/N) to flirt with others. Why is this making me upset? It must be Jack then, it has to be. He just rubs me the wrong way, and he's a bad influence! And (Y/N) doesn't even seem to realize it. How could they let him do that to them, to let him treat them like that. Outrageous.
He had just finished his train of though as you both arrived at Davey’s house. You entered and went into the kitchen to find Davey’s mother.
“Oh hello dears. It seems a bit early to see you back.” Mrs. Jacobs greeted you.
“It’s nothing to worry about Mrs. Jacobs. We stopped by in hopes that we could have something to eat.” You said, falling into a rhythm with her to prepare lunch.
“Well, we have a bit of leftover bread, most likely enough for the both of you. And while I’m trying to make that butter last as long as possible, take as much as you like.” She said.
“Thank you mother.” Davey said, as he grabbed two cups and filled them up with water from the sink, setting them down at the table. You joined him at the table carrying a plate with the bread and butter. You sat across from him at the table and the two of you began to eat.
“You know David, you don’t look too well. Maybe you should go rest.” His mother suggested.
“I can’t do that. If I rest I won’t be able to sell the rest of my papers.” He rebutted.
“Your mother’s right Davey. You should rest. I can sell the rest of the papers for you.” You agreed.
“No, (Y/N), you don’t need t-”
“David Jacobs give me your papers this instant.” You stated firmly.
He resigned himself to handing his papers over to you. You put them in your bag, finishing your bread before heading out and saying goodbye to the Jacobs.
Mrs. Jacobs had joined Davey as he was fiddling with his cup.
“So, David, tell me, what’s got you all worked up.” She said.
“Mother I have no idea as to what you’re talking about.”
“There’s something upsetting you and it isn’t good to bottle it up inside.”
“How do you know something's wrong?”
“Mother’s intuition sweet heart. So. What is it?”
“It’s just, I’ve been wound up and angry today and I’m not sure why, and I think it has to do with (Y/N) and this newsie, Jack.”
“Of course.” She said, nodding her head.
“Earlier today, everyone was looking, gawking at them like they were some freak of nature, as if they had never seen a person before. And then this guy Jack was flirting with them and touching them and while we were selling papes he encouraged them to flirt with everyone, putting them outside of their comfort zone and into the spotlight.” He rambled.
“It sounds to me that someone is jealous.”
“I’m not jealous, I’m worried about them.”
“You care about them. And you’re not used to not being the center of their attention. It's natural.”
“Oh please, I’m perfectly fine not being the center of their attention.”
“How do you feel that they're going back to sell papers, by themself, or possibly with the Jack boy you mentioned?”
“I’m fine.” He strained.
“You don’t sound fine to me mister. Go get some rest and think about it when you get up."
"Mother I'm fine. Please."
"David, go take a nap, and when you wake up you can help Les with his homework."
"Fine." He says, bringing himself to his room, only to stew in his angry thoughts.
Author’s Note: here’s a little fic where Davey meets Jack’s little sister and is instantly like in love with her and Jack’s a bit protective at first, but then gives Davey his blessing and fluff and all that jazz...
Masterlist
Requested: no
Warnings: nothing
Word Count: 1950
(Y/N) Kelly, Jack Kelly’s infamous little sister. You had always wanted to be a newsie, to go sell papes and have fun with the boys Jack loved so much. Jack had always been really protective of you, and the strike had just ended, so it took a little bit of convincing….but here you were, about to start your first day.
The boys all knew about you-Jack was always proud of his kid sister, so when you showed up with him, the boys all surrounded you. You had already met Crutchie, as he was one of Jack’s best friends, and you had seen the boys around the city, just never connecting names with faces.
Crutchie introduced you to every single boy that was there, except for the boy staying out of the crowd. He was tall, much taller than Jack. He had dark hair and hazel eyes.
Crutchie noticed you staring at the boy.
“That’s Davey, go talk to him.” he said, nudging you with his crutch.
You walked up to Davey and held out your hand.
“Davey, it’s nice to meet you,” you grinned. “I’m (Y/N), but I know you knew that.”
“Nice to meet you (Y/N),” the brunette said, shaking your hand with a firm grip.
“Davey, will you be a pal, and be (Y/N)’s sellin’ partner for da day? Show her da ropes and such...I’d do it myself, but….” Jack’s voice drowned out.
“Of course Jack.”
You bought your papes and Davey showed you where he usually selled.
“I’m really surprised Jack wasn’t more protective of me...I’d expect him to keep me away from all da boys.” you told Davey.
“Well, I’d understand if he had asked Race or Romeo to be your selling partner. But I’m a good friend of your brother’s, he probably trusts me enough to make sure you’re safe, and not to flirt with you.”
The two of you sold until lunch, when you went to lunch with Les.
Davey was ordering while Les talked to you.
“I’m surprised Davey is so calm around ya (Y/N). He’s really….how do I put this kindly, he’s awkward around girls. He gets all red, and stutters a lot. Pretty funny if we’re bein’ honest.”
You laughed at Les’s comment as Davey returned with some food.
You finished the food and then continued to sell papes until late. Davey walked you to the lodge, where Jack said you could stay know that you were an officially selling papes.
“Thanks for walkin’ me back, Davey. Jack’ll be grateful that ya made sure I had no run ins with da Delancey’s.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Davey responded.
Under the faint light of the moon, you could see a light flush on his cheeks. Maybe that’s what Les was talking about.
You arrived at the lodge, and it was quiet. Davey said nothing, and quickly walked off, leaving you at the doorstep by yourself.
You decided to go up to Jack’s “penthouse” and to talk to him about Davey.
“Good evenin’ (Y/N). Have a good first day sellin’, doll?” Race said, taking your hand into his and pressing a kiss against your knuckles.
Romeo ran up and took the other hand and did the same.
“Racer! Elmer! Leave my sister alone.” Jack said, making the boys jump and leave you alone.
“Thanks Jack.” you stated sarcastically, walking over to Jack and lightly punching him in the arm.
The two of you went up to the rooftop, where Crutchie already was fast asleep.
“Jack, are Davey and ya good friends?” you asked.
“I’d say we are...why?” he asked suspiciously.
“I just...I think..”
“(Y/N), I know where this is going. Davey’s a great guy, but I’d prefer that if you got feelins for any of da boys in da group, not him. In fact, not any of da boys. Just stay away from boys. They’re awful.”
“Jack, you’re a boy….”
“I know and I’ve been livin’ with a lot of boys for a long time. I know how awful these boys can be. I just….I don’t want ya gettin’ hurt. Imagine how that’d be at work….I feel like that if any of these boys hurt you, I couldn’t be friends with them.”
“Jack, I won’t get hurt I promise…..but Davey, doesn’t seem like da kind of guy that is a heartbreaker.”
“Well, Davey’s a different form of heartbreaker. He can’t express his feelins that well...he gets really uncomfortable around girls, especially ones that he likes. I could tell that he liked you from da minute you walked up. His eyes lit up, (Y/N), I’ve never seen him like that. It’s obvious, he couldn’t even talk to you the first five minutes you were there.”
“Jack, you’re crazy. There’s no way that Davey likes me. He was so comfortable with me, and held some good conversations.”
“(Y/N), you’re da crazy one.”
As you tried to sleep, Jack’s words rang through your brain. There’s no way that Davey liked you….you’re just a girl, a normal girl...who’s older brother was very protective. And he really did hold the conversation well, not blushing and stuttering like Les said….
There’s no way Jack was right.
The next morning, Jack set off early to meet with Davey. You were fast asleep, and he didn’t want to wake you. The circulation bell could do that, or Crutchie.
He got dressed and walked over to the Jacobs, knocking on the door softly.
Davey opened the door, half awake.
“Jack, what are you doing here?”
“You like her don’t ya….don’t ya Davey?” Jack smirked.
“Who, Jack?” Davey started to turn pink.
“My kid sister, who do ya think? C’mon, you can tell me.”
“I…..I...Jack, please don’t hurt me.” Davey started to flinch, and looked down at his feet.
“Why would I hurt ya Davey? Ya just have to promise me one thing, don’t hurt her,” Jack welcomed himself in. “Davey, she’s so oblivious to ya. She definitely likes you.”
Davey looked up from his feet.
“She...you think she does?”
“I think. She asked me about ya last night. I personally told her, don’t go for it. Don’t go for any of da boys. I can’t have her getting hurt. Promise me...promise me Davey, if ya tell her that ya like her like that, that ya won’t hurt her. Promise me ya won’t let her get hurt. ‘Cause if she does, than I might just have to hurt ya.”
“I promise Jack. I would never do a thing to hurt her or to put her in harm’s way.”
Jack left the house and started towards back to the lodge, knowing by the time he’d make it there, you’d be mad that he left without a word.
Meanwhile, Davey smiled and thought of how today at work would be different, now that he had Jack’s blessing.
“Jack Kelly! Ya can’t just leave without a word like that. Ya know, da boys told me ya do that a lot. Just leave! Like when ya didn’t come visit me for days after da strike started! Ya can’t do that to people!” you yelled as you saw Jack walking towards the lodge.
“I’m sorry (Y/N)....” he said smirking. “To make up for it, I think you’ll like work today.”
“What did ya do? Do I even want to know?” you questioned.
“You’ll see.”
You walked with the boys and Jack to the paper stand, where Les and Davey stood waiting. The minute Davey saw you, his eyes lit up and he smiled ear to ear. Les looked up and started to say something, and immediately Davey covered his mouth and glared at the boy, causing you to snicker. All the boys noticed something, Davey liked you, and you liked Davey. As they all realized this, they got the same collective awe in their face, gasping a little bit one by one.
You however…..you were oblivious to everything and didn’t even notice all the boys reactions.
You bought your papes and waited for Davey to get his.
Les ran up to you with a toothy grin on his face.
“Davey said that he thinks you’re a doll.” he said, then ran back to Jack, who was selling with him.
You were confused and in awe, but smiled at Les’s joke.
“What’s got you smiling, (Y/N)?” Davey said as he approached you.
“Nothin’, just Les.” you replied.
You looked up at the tall brunette, who was wearing the same smile as before. His cheeks were pink and his eyes glittered a bit.
“Ah Les, always putting smiles on girls faces.” Davey said.
You smiled and walked with Davey to his selling spot, and worked for the rest of the day, yelling fake headlines like Jack had taught you. Jack had taught you the perfect way to sell papes, saying that Davey had too much integrity to fake a headline and lie to the people...and after meeting Davey, you had to agree.
Hours passed, and it was time to go back to the lodge. Davey said that he would walk you back again.
The walk back was quiet, but a different kind of quiet. Halfway through the stroll, you felt Davey started to move closer to you, slowly moving his hand towards yours, and finally, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. You looked up at him, but could only make out his silhouette.
While this was a big deal to you, you believed it meant nothing to Davey. Maybe he wasn’t as quiet and awkward around girls as Les and Jack said. Maybe this was something that he did a lot.
You approached the lodge, and silently wished for more time with Davey. At the door, he stood, holding your hand in his.
The door opened and Elmer, JoJo, Race and Albert popped their heads out.
“We’ve been waitin’ all night for ya to come back with our darlin’ doll (Y/N). Ya treat her good, make sure no Delancey’s were after her?” Race questioned, getting in between you and Race.
“Yes Race, I made sure no Delancey’s were going after her.” Davey said, exasperated.
“Well then….ya gonna kiss her or what?” Elmer said.
In the dim light, Davey went red, and you couldn’t deny that you were equally as red.
“Are you that oblivious (Y/N)? C’mon Davey told likes ya.” JoJo said.
“And (Y/N) feels da same way ‘bout you Davey.” Albert said matter of factly.
By some miracle, Jack showed up, stopping the four boys from heckling you any longer.
“C’mon ya four, get outta here. Leave ‘em alone!” Jack said.
The four boys walked back into the lodge, and Jack closed the door, leaving you and Davey alone in the dark.
“Is...is that true Davey?” you said.
You looked up at him, not seeing him as well as you did when the door was open, but you could see him moving closer to you.
“Yeah...it is,” he replied. “Is...is it true...for you?”
“Yeah, it is.” you smirked.
He looked down at you, and you felt his hands on the small of your back. You stood on your toes, knowing that you’d have to make the move if you really wanted anything else to happen. Your face got closer to his, and pressed your lips on his, quickly pecking him, then opening the door and rushing in, closing it fast.
Jack was on the other side of the door, waiting for you to come back in. You leaned against the door and smiled.
Author’s Note: so this is a song fic lightly based off of Stupid With Love, but a different type of song fic than I usually do and it’s pretty short and might be pretty cringe(and just for some background, Davey is like Cady and you’re like Aaron)
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Song: Stupid With Love from Mean Girls
Requested: no
Warnings: majorly dorky Davey and it might just be so dorky its cringe
Word Count: 412
Davey was new to school, and the minute he walked into his math class, his eyes were on you. He felt his cheeks flush, and a shy smile started to form as he sat behind you.
The boy had never been good with the whole “girl” thing. He didn’t have a whole lot of luck with love. By the time he was thirteen, he decided that it might just be a good idea to give up the whole idea altogether. He decided to focus on school more, especially math. He was quite good at math.
But looking at you, maybe he could give that whole love thing another try.
“Do you have an eraser?” you asked this new boy that sat behind you.
He turned around, a slight pink in his cheeks. His eyes were filled with light when your eyes locked.
“I would love to…” the boy said.
You gave a look of confusion and he looked down, you becoming even more confused, and turned around.
You went back to work, and an eraser plopped on your desk. You looked back to see the new boy smiling at you.
“Thanks. I’m (Y/N).” you said to him.
“I’m Davey.”
“Nice to meet you Davey.”
He quickly turned around again.
Thank you math for introducing me to this girl, Davey thought to himself.
You turned around and pointed to the board where a question sat, waiting for everybody in the class to answer it individually.
“Is it two?” you questioned Davey, who you thought looked very smart.
“Yes!” he beamed.
You turned around wondering who this dorky, smart...but cute guy was and where he came from.
Davey continued to think to himself, about how math was such a good thing. This math class was a good thing, if only he was as good at love as he was with math. Oh...and how gorgeous you were.
The two of you continued to work on the problems the teacher assigned individually, until he said that you could work with a partner. You immediately turned around to Davey, hoping he could help you understand this difficult thing called math.
“Two over zero is undefined!” the both of you said together when you finished a problem.
“Jinx!” you smirked at him.
He just laughed.
Davey watched as you smiled and casually tossed your hair over your shoulder, than went back to work.
Author’s Note: here’s a Davey fic based off an AU I found! pretty short and high key predictable and cheesy
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Requested: no
AU: ‘I broke your nose at a mosh pit’
Warnings: cheesiness, blood and alcohol
Word Count: 392
It was a blur. Too much alcohol, your friends hyping you up. The mosh pit started to form and you immediately shot to the center.
The club was blasting music. There was no way anybody was sober. You continued to jump around and some of your friends were hesitant about the mosh pit.
You motioned for them to come closer.
They knew you, and that there was no way out of the mosh pit, and they knew that they wouldn’t be able to get you out for a while.
They joined you in the center, and jumped around with you. You tried to dancing in the tight space when you heard a crack.
“That can’t be good.” one of your friends said.
You spun around and saw a tall boy holding onto his nose.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry.”
Two of his friends join his side.
“It’s all good. Complete accident ya know?” he slightly chuckled.
Blood was seeping through his fingers.
“Oh my gosh. Here, sit down.” you said.
His friends and you walked alongside him to a table. You grabbed some napkins and gave them to the boy.
“Hey, Specs, do you want to check this out.” one of his friends said.
Another one of his friends ran over and made the boy move his hand away from his nose.
“This is Davey by the way.” his other friend said, pointing to the boy.
“(Y/N).”
After a short inspection, Specs moved away from Davey.
“There’s a possibility that it’s broken, but we won’t know until we go to the doctor. Come on Dave.”
“Let me come with. It’s my fault this happened.”
So you joined the four boys to the hospital.
You learned on the way that one of the boys was Jack and the other was Davey’s little brother, Les.
In the waiting room, you sat by Davey.
“Listen, Davey, I’m so sorry that this happened.”
“No, it’s all good (Y/N). I mean you broke my nose, but it’s all good.”
“How about I make it up to you.”
Davey looked at you with a questioning look.
“How about a date next Friday?” you suggested.
Davey immediately nodded.
“That sounds fantastic.”
Davey scooted closer to you and took your hand in his and in that moment you couldn’t be more grateful for mosh pits and broken noses.
Author’s Note: Anotha Davey based off an AU I found(thank you whoever you are that created this!) And this is pretty short btw.
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Word Count: 383
AU: ‘Imagine person A trying to secretly kiss person B’s cheek while they’re asleep but B shifts and A accidentally kisses their mouth and pulls back flustered and looks down at a wide eyed B who pulls them back for a real kiss’
Davey and you had been amazing friends for years. The two of you grew up together. He was a typical boy next door. And since the beginning of your freshman year, you had liked him.
The two of you were in the same friend group. And all of the boys in your friend group knew of your little crush on Davey. You had to bribe them to secrecy.
But little did you know, Davey had to do the same thing.
The two of you were hanging out at your house, having a movie marathon. You were wearing sweats, your hair pulled up into a bun, glasses on the bridge of your nose. You didn’t consider yourself the prettiest at the time, but Davey thought you were gorgeous.
It was getting late and you were getting tired. You wrapped yourself in a blanket and started to doze off while Davey continued to watch the movie. He looked over at you and thought of how cute you are.
Knowing that you probably wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, he decided to take off, but before he did, he turned to you and crouched near you. He breathed in, trying to gain some courage. He moved his face and started to go near your cheek to give you a quick kiss. But you were the type of sleeper that tosses and turns while you slept, so just as he was about to reach your cheek, you face turned perfectly just for him to kiss the corner of your lips.
From the slight touch of your lips, your eyes opened wide to see Davey red as a beet and completely flustered and embarassed. But you...you were just thinking about how Davey had just kissed you.
“(Y/N)....oh my...I’m so sorry, that was a total accident. I just….I wanted to kiss….your cheek…. And, and you shifted and then all of a sudden.”
You quickly shifted your body and grabbed the back of Davey’s head and pulled him back towards you to shut his blabbering up. Your lips touched and butterflies flew around in your stomach. Davey pulled away and blushed even more.
“Good night, (Y/N).” he said as he started for the door.
“Good night, David,” you said. “No need to be embarrassed.”
