I BEG YOU. JAVID ONESHOT OR HCS 🙏🙏 SOMETHING WITH JAVID CUDDLING MAYBE SAD JACK COMFORTED BY DAVE IDK I JUST NEED JAVID
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(Comfort edition)
- Jack is the big spoon 85% of the time. He refuses to let Davey be big spoon most of the time because he wants to make Davey feel safe. However, the other 15% of the time is reserved for when Jack has nightmares or has been crying and simply does not have the effort to be protective. He just wants to be held.
- Davey gets embarrassed of how emotional he is, the littlest things ( I.e somebody raising their voice at him or if a room is too loud or if somebody makes a slight comment towards him) make him cry and he hates it. He constantly tells himself to stop being a wuss and that he needs to get over it and "man up". But he can't help it. Once something happens, he's powerless to stop it.
- Jack does his best to accommodate it, he understands not to make a big deal out of it because he knows that Davey just gets a little emotional sometimes, and swarming him won't help, he will just ask Davey if he's okay, listen to what happened and reassures him that it's okay to cry whilst hugging him.
- Jack is the opposite to Davey. He hardly ever cries, but when he does, it's bad. He bottles his emotions up, and once they break out, he's the most hysterical mess you've ever seen. He too, is really embarrassed by his emotions and will try to hide it if he's crying about something.
- However, Davey can always tell if Jack's on the verge of breaking because of little tells that nobody else can notice, he'll take Jack somewhere isolated and just hold him whilst he sobs into his shoulder, when he's done he'll ask if he wants to talk about it and listen to his problems and reassure him that it's okay to be upset sometimes.
- Jack is a major cuddler, he never thought he would be and always thought the idea was cringe. However, the moment Jack snuggled into Davey one day, his world was changed.
- Davey smells strongly of cinnamon, so when Jack returns to the lodging he always smells of it and rhe rest of the boys know where he was, Jack smells strongly of cigarette smoke and Davey has been accused of smoking multiple times by his parents
- their main position where they just slot together is when: Jack lies flat on his back with one arm around Daveys waist, davey will lie on said arm and throw his across Jack's chest. Davey puts his head in the crook of Jack's neck, and Jack breathes in the smell of Daveys hair.
- their fav date idea: they cuddled together and just talk and giggle all night.
- Jack likes back scratches, and Davey likes head scratches
- the only thing they'll get up for is for food, they'll go eat the house down and then resume their position as if they never left
- one day, Sarah told Davey that he was sleeping with amhis pillow weirdly, when he asked her to demonstrate, he was horrified to see that it was the exact position he'd normally take with Jack
- One thing that calms Jack down is the sound of Daveys voice, Davey always apologises for how much he talks, especially after being nicknamed "the walking mouth" but the sound of his voice soothes Jack, so he'll just ramble about whatevers on his mind until Jack's breathing becomes stable again.
- A cheer up method that works for Jack every single time is when Davey takes him back to his house and tucks Jack into bed and overexaggeratedly treats him like a child (in a funny way) Jack just laughs at how ridiculous it is and forgets his problem (part of it secretly helps his inner child)
- A cheer up method that always works on Davey is picking him up, he gets so nervous and scared that he just starts laughing out of terror, Jack will pretend to drop him and he'll not be able to concentrate on anything negative.
i wouldn't inherently classify this as angst but its??? pretty sad??? it made my heart do the Feelings while i was writing it
note: this is my personal characterization of davey as sort of an exercise in backstory? but i really really like it soooo,
There were many an evening where the roof of the Lodge was the only place Davey could find solace. He could feel the sickly-sweet summer air wrap around him, enclosing him in a thick bubble that shut out the rest of the world, if only for a little bit. He knew coming up here expended a risk that one of the other boys or girls would find him up here—there were already several chairs set out—but he was willing to take that risk for a couple minutes of quiet.
Thoughts paraded around in his mind, waving banners and torches, each one vying for his attention. Slowly, he pressed a thin hand to his head, massaging his brows. Davey could feel the sweat on his forehead, feel the way the humidity made his shirt stick to his skin. But it was a nearly welcome change from where he had come from, where it was cold most of year and got only warm during the summer months.
“Davey?”
He whipped around in his chair but didn’t stand up, collapsing again as he saw the now-familiar face of his new friend, Jack Kelly. He’d come to like this Jack fellow, the first person since living here ten years who’d pushed him out of his comfort zone and thrown him into a group of friends.
Davey nodded toward Jack, who was already starting toward him. Of course. Jack knew social cues well enough but more often than not chose to ignore them in favor of…doing whatever he wanted to. He let out a half-hearted chuckle in reply to his own thought as Jack took a seat beside him on the roof, shoving a chair out of the way.
Jack stretched his legs out in front of him and wiggled them around, trying to get comfortable. “You okay?”
“What?” Davey shook his head, trying to drop his thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I’m. . .fine. It just got loud down there. I needed a little bit of space.”
Jack chuckled beside him, looking up at the sky. “I don’t blame ya. It can definitely be. . .overwhelming at first.” He tossed the word around in his mouth for a couple of seconds, as if he wasn’t sure if he was using it right or not. “I just wanted to check up on ya and make sure you were doin’ alright. I know you usually go home in the evenings, and then you left but Les was still here. . ..” He paused, wringing his hands together.
For the first time, Jack looked vulnerable. That was a look Davey was certain he would never see on the boy. “I asked Elmer if he’d seen ya. You two seem close. He told me he saw you go upstairs but I skipped the top floor and went right to the roof. I knew you’d be up here,” Jack explained.
“You’re. . .you’re better at figuring people out than I thought, Jack.” It was true—Elmer, the smiley boy (they all had little nicknames in Davey’s head that made them easier to recognize: Race was the loud boy, Albert was the strong boy, Finch was the slingshot boy, and so on and so forth), had asked him in the second day is he played chess, and subsequently became the first person in over five years to beat him in a game. Elmer, who couldn’t have been more than a few years older than Les, was mostly quiet and rather patient and eager to learn whatever words Davey would teach him that day. “It’s just. . .it’s taking me a while to get used to. It’s so different.” Davey shuffled his feet, then rested his elbows on his knees, his head cupped in his hands. He didn’t look at Jack, just stared at the glowing city. “I miss going to school. Not that this is bad. Just different.”
“Tell me about it,” Jack said. It wasn’t a statement; rather, it was a question.
Davey looked over at him and Jack’s green eyes met his brown ones with a look of sincere curiosity, wide and child-like in their silent interrogation of him. “Well, what do you want to know?”
Jack reclined on the roof, putting his hands behind his head after taking his hat off and laying it on the concrete so his hands wouldn’t get scraped up. “I’ve never been to school, you know that. Tell me about it. What kind’a building is it? Do you like your teachers? Got friends there?”
Davey chuckled at Jack’s antics. “It’s a big building, sure, but it’s nothing grand. Bricks, some wood. And my teachers are nice, sure. Some of the other students don’t enjoy learning as much as I do, but I don’t understand why. . .if they’ve got the opportunity to learn, why not take it? Some kids aren’t so luc—” he stopped himself mid-sentence and pursed his lips, shoving his hands into his pockets and awkwardly worming his way back to his chair. He wasn’t aware that he’d stood up at all and had begun to wildly gesticulate around as he became more and more aggravated. “Oh, Jack, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
There wasn’t any sort of emotion on Jack’s face besides a half-hearted smile. “It don’t matter. I’m glad you get to do what you like. What’s your favorite thing to study?”
A wistful look took over Davey’s features—eyes wide, mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed—as the gears began to turn in his head. “People,” he said quietly. “I like people, and I want to understand how people think. That’s why I thought it was so interesting that you pinpointed Elmer and me as friends so accurately even though we’ve only hung out a couple of times together.”
“You don’t got a whole lot of friends. I mean, you got us, but-“
Davey dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “I’ve found that Americans make friends much more easily than Germans do, especially children.”
Jack furrowed his brow and sat up. “What makes you think that?”
“Well, I’m not from here. America.” He sat down on the roof opposite Jack, crossing his legs underneath him. “My family and I are from Stuttgart, Germany.” When he said his hometown, a thick German accent suddenly appeared in his words as they rolled around on his tongue. Davey grabbed the hem of his shirt in his hands and began to explain to Jack who he was before they met, all seventeen years of it condensed down into only several minutes: “My mother and father, and my brother, Isaac, and my sister, Sarah and I. . .we all lived there for seven years before mama became pregnant with Les and papa decided it would be good for the family to move to America. And it wasn’t…it wasn’t just because of jobs, or anything like that. It was because of who we are. People were getting angry at people like us.”
Davey reached under his collar and pulled out a gold chain, a Star of David dangling off of it. It twirled and sparkled in the moonlight. He glanced at Jack, watching the way he watched the pendant, and slowly unclasped the chain from his neck, gently sitting it in his hands. “That’s the only thing I brought from home. We left everything else when we boarded the ship. We changed our last name to Jacobs from Yakoov to fit in.” He paused, mulling over his words as Jack silently handed the necklace back. “My father and brother knew some English, but my mother and I didn’t know a word. We had to learn everything from scratch when we came here.”
“You got another brother? How come he ain’t a newsie too?” Jack inquired.
The question was innocent enough. Davey ducked his head. “I’m, um, I’m getting there. It’s. . .it’s a long story. You don’t have to listen to the rest of it if you don’t want to—”
“Aw, Davey, we got all night. The boys’ll be up until three in the morning at this rate. I got time. Really, I don’t mind listenin’. You’re good at tellin’ stories, ya know that? Even if it’s just who ya were before you can here. I wanna know that Davey.”
Davey let out a small sigh. “Well, he was David, for starters,” he said, laughing. Jack laughed along with him, picking up the small giggles and turning them into a full-bellied guffaw. “And he. . .he had a hard time fitting in with the other students. He didn’t speak their language, and he didn’t go their church. He wasn’t a part of them. He’s still not.” Another brief pause before he met Jack’s eyes again. “He was scared a lot, and now he’s scared again, because. . .oh, Jack, it’s the same thing all over again. I’m not anything like you guys. You guys talk different. You all come back here and you talk about the strike and I’m scared all over again.”
Davey wasn’t aware, again, that the pair had been leaning into each other. He pulled away from Jack quickly and stood up, shaking his head. “I know I agreed to help you out because that’s the right thing to do, but I’m afraid, Jack. If you’ve been paying attention, then you know what’s happening with the trolley strikers. They’re getting beaten up. They’re getting killed, Jack. They’re killing them over there.”
“You talk more when you’re nervous, you know that?”
“Absolutely.”
The conversation lulled for several minutes. Jack stayed on the ground and watched him shove his hands into his pockets, a typical action for him; it helped Davey stop his hands from shaking, gave him the illusion of contempt and control.
“How do you know they’re killin’ the trolley workers? Not that I don’t take your word for it. I jus’ haven’t seen anything in the papes about it.”
Davey dismissed him with a chuckle. “I’m surprised you read the papers on account that you make up half of what you say,” he smarted back. The response was instant, a jab to thwart the pain rising up inside of Davey’s chest, the kind of hurt that came from a fresh wound being torn open again. “My brother, Isaac, was one of the trolley workers.”
He didn’t elaborate, not yet, just let his words sink in to Jack. Jack was smart, as much as he pretended he wasn’t. Surely he knew exactly what Davey meant. The silence that hung between the pair was deafening now. “I mean, maybe he was the only one. And it was an accident. They set. . .they set fire to some of the trolley cars. If there’s no trolley cars, they don’t have to go to work, right? If we rip up all the newspapers, there’s nothing left to sell—"
Davey felt Jack’s hand wrap around his fist. He jerked away, but Jack seemed prepared and only tightened his grip. “You’re shakin’ real bad, Davey—”
“They didn’t even find his body. I yelled at him the night before for getting into my stuff, Jack. I didn’t. . .I didn’t even get a proper goodbye.”
Jack dropped his wrist and watched as Davey crumpled to the ground, tucking his knees up into his chest. His shoulders moved up and down, up and down as he sniffled quietly. After several minutes, he looked up, wiped his hands over his eyes, then stood up.
“That’s why Les and Sarah and I all had to go to work after papa had a stack of iron fall on his leg. Because Isaac died.” Davey shoved his hands into his pockets and swallowed, refusing to make eye contact with Jack.
Jack didn’t know what to say. Usually, he would try to alleviate this kind of situation with a half-hearted joke, but something told him that Davey was not the kind of person that something like that would work on. Davey needed space to work things through on his own time. He sat down on the ground again, picking at the sides of his fingers. “Jewish people. . .you guys believe in Heaven, right?” Davey nodded solemnly in reply. “Well, I bet Isaac’s lookin’ down on ya, right now. And he’s seein’ how hard you’re trying to do the kinds of things that he couldn’t. I bet he’s real proud of ya, Davey. I bet he’s sending down a little extra luck.”
Davey shook his head, the beginnings of a smile starting to form on his face. “You think that.”
“Aw, shucks, I know it, Davey. Hey, listen—I’m gonna head back down with the other fellas, alright? Come back when you’re ready. Let me know if you need anything, alright?”
The boy nodded again, wiping at his face one more time. “Thank you, Jack. I’ll be down in a couple of minutes.”
Jack left without saying another word. Davey didn’t know how he felt inside. He was still worried about not being accepted by the rough-and-tumble newsboys. He was still worried that the strike could fail. He was still worried that, in a way, Isaac was still angry with him.
The one thing Davey Jacobs no longer had to worry about was being alone. Because now he had Jack and Jack would make sure he was safe. Davey stared up at the sky, watched the stars wink back at him.
cONGRATS ANON. you have inspired me to write a javid angst series
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warnings: 80s music; car accident; mentions of blood; death.
GROUNDHOG DAYPART THE FIRSTAUGUST 16TH1:46:20 P.M.
part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4
Davey reached over and smacked Jack’s hand. “Don’t touch the radio,” he reprimanded. Jack stuck his lip out, pouting.
“C’mon, Davey,” he whined. “No-one likes 80s music anymore.” When Davey opened his mouth to reply, Jack quickly inserted a quick comment of, “Besides you, Dave.”
Davey rolled his eyes. “Two more songs?” he tried. “The 80s weren’t that bad.” Jack groaned but agreed. Setting both hands firmly on the steering wheel of the car, Davey began to hum along to the end of Eye of the Tiger.
The next song made a grin split Davey’s face, and made Jack wail. “We are not listening to Livin On A Prayer,” growled Jack. “It has to be the worst song ev-”
“Shh,” Davey quieted him. He reached over, his eyes falling from the highway, and spun the volume dial, increasing the sound. His eyes fell on Jack and his smile grew wider when he saw the annoyance on his boyfriend’s face. “Jackie, sing with me?”
Jack shut his eyes and shook his head firmly. “Mmm, nah,” he said. “I’ll pass.” Davey gave a quick glance at the road before turning his gaze back to Jack.
“Come on, Jack! We’re halfway there,” began Davey. He poked Jack’s knee, prodding him to sing. With a reluctant sigh, Jack joined in.
“Livin’ on a prayer,” Jack groaned along. Davey laughed and Jack opened his eyes, a smile filling his face. He opened his mouth to say more, but panic filled his face. “Davey! The road! THE ROAD!”
Davey whipped around, just in time to see a huge eighteen-wheeler truck barrelling towards them. An ear-splitting honk from the truck made Davey snap into reality, and he jerked the steering wheel - a moment too late.
Their car crashed into the truck at a high speed. There was a loud bang and all that Davey could see was a blaring whiteness. A stiff pain hit his face, and then a more blinding pain as a crackling styrofoam-type noise exploded in Davey’s ears. His nose throbbed and his head jerked back as the car jerked to a sudden stop.
He managed to lift his head from the airbag - that’s what the whiteness had been, he realized. A stifling smoke had flooded the car and when Davey dragged in a ragged breath, it filled his lungs and burned his throat.
His hands managed to unbuckle his seatbelt and they yanked open the door. He fell onto the sharp grass on the side of the road, his shoulder sore from the seatbelt wrenching him back, and his face aching from the airbag deploying.
Davey lay for a moment, one foot still in the car, splayed out on the ground before he pushed himself to a sitting position, the cold fingers of fear gripping his chest. Jack. He’d forgotten about Jack.
Doing his best to walk to the other side of the car, Davey managed to snag the handle of the passenger door. He pulled it open and waved aside the smoke inside the car, coughing. And there was Jack, eyes closed, head down, lying limply in his seat.
“Jack,” choked Davey. “Jack, can you hear me? Jack!” Each word came out more forced, the fumes from the airbags making Davey’s lungs burn. He reached over, unbuckling Jack’s seatbelt. About to pull Jack from the car, Davey hesitated.
If Jack was suffering from a head injury from the crash, he most likely shouldn’t be moved. Davey stared at his boyfriend, heart pounding, as he tried to decide what to do.
Move him, urged one voice. Or let him drown in the smoke. Davey shut his eyes. The least he could do without moving Jack was try to be rid of as much of the smoke as possible, to be sure that Jack didn’t choke to death on it - if he isn’t already dead, though Davey, panic striking a cold bolt down his spine.
Davey managed to make himself crack open the two back doors of the car, and he collapsed to a seat on the grass, sitting as close to Jack as he could. His eyes closed and he leaned his head against the car. His face hurt horribly, and he was certain that his nose was broken.
His thoughts were interrupted by a moan from Jack. Davey’s eyes shot open, and he climbed to his feet. “Jack? Jack, you’re awake?”
Another moan confirmed that Jack was, indeed, awake. “My… my stomach…,” he mumbled. “H-hurts.” Davey froze.
“Okay,” Davey said softly. “Okay.”
“Head, too. Can’t breathe,” Jack said indistinctly. His words were stiff and breathy, cut short.
Davey’s chest was cold now, and he’d broken out into a sweat. “Alright, Jack, okay. You’ll be fine,” he said. The uncertainty in his voice was obvious, and Davey was positive that the fear there was unmistakable. Needing something to talk about, Davey told Jack what had happened. “We crashed into that truck that you saw. We got flung to the side of the road. I’m pretty much okay - just a broken nose, I think. And you’ll be perfectly fine, too, you know.”
When Jack didn’t respond, Davey reached out, grabbing Jack’s hand. He squeezed it, shaking Jack’s arm as gently as he could manage. “Jack? You still with me?”
Jack’s response was garbled, but at least there was a response, Davey told himself. “I need you to stay awake, Jack,” explained Davey. “You can do that, right?” Jack weakly nodded, his head lolling back against the headrest of the passenger seat.
Davey shut his eyes tightly. Jack’s symptoms didn’t mean- of course not, Jack was going to be fine. Feeling tears drip down his face, dragging uncertain lines through the dirt on his cheeks, Davey admitted to himself how hopeless the situation was. And, the despair filling him, Davey did something he hadn’t in a while - he prayed.
Jack really was, Davey realized, living on a prayer.
A cough broke the quiet and when Davey opened his eyes, he found Jack’s gaze meeting his. Fear solid and obvious in the look that Jack was giving Davey.
“I don’t feel good,” he whispered to Davey. His face contorted. “Davey, please make it stop.” A curse was muttered under Jack’s breath. “Davey.” Jack’s eyes fell to the ground, then back to Davey. “I love you, okay? Don’t forget. Please.”
Davey was gripping Jack’s hand hard enough that his knuckles were white. “I love you too, Jack, but you’ll be fine, I promise,” he assured Jack.
Jack shook his head and his lips parted to say more, only to have his words cut off by a rough fit of coughing. Specks of blood spattered across the white surface of the passenger-side airbag that had exploded in the crash, and some dribbled down Jack’s lower lip as he continued to cough.
Davey’s heart thudded in his chest, drowning out Jack’s coughs for a split second before Davey was rocketed back into the awful sound.
“Jack, Jack, okay, try to take a deep breath?” suggested Davey, his voice pitched with fear. Not seeming to hear him, Jack’s coughs became more violent and ragged. “Jack! Please, Jack, okay?”
The rattle of a final cough left Jack’s throat, and silence fell around the two. The remains of the dust from inside the car drifted around Jack’s face, settling on the still-wet blood on his lips.
Davey reached forward, gently rubbing the redness from Jack’s mouth. “Jack?” He cursed under his breath and vaulted to his feet, gripping Jack’s arm tightly. “Jackie, c’mon, please.” Jack didn’t respond. He was completely still.
The feeling beginning to sprout in Davey’s chest had no words, no description. All that Davey knew was that it was awful, cold, and terrifying.
Almost as cold as Jack’s arm.
Almost as terrifying as the scene laid out in front of Davey.
Almost as awful as Jack being…
…dead.
The edges of Davey’s vision became dotted, and soon, the black specks overcame his entire view. He was lost to nothingness, and when the darkness cleared, so did the pain in his face. His hand was gone from Jack’s arm and was instead gripping a steering wheel.
Davey started, eyes widening. He slowly touched a finger to his nose, surprised when there was no soreness at his touch. He opened his mouth, wondering, and was interrupted by a voice - Jack’s voice.
“Davey? You okay?”
Davey slowly turned to face Jack. “I- I don’t-” He froze. “Is that Livin On A Prayer?”
Davey stared angrily down at his homework, his blank homework. This had never happeneded before.
Before, he was top of his class, never struggled to get his homework done, always had enough time for extra credit work and never ran out of ideas.
Now, he sat with one of the most simplest questions that he had ever been given, displayed infront if him to grab and mould into a genius answer that he knew that the teachers were expecting. Writing had always come easy to him, he didn't know what it was, but he had so many opinions and thoughts that putting them out physically never caused him to break a sweat.
However, since the strike he had seemed to have leaked out all of his creative juices to the point that the ink couldn't even touch the page. He had run dry of ideas. The one thing he thought could never happen. Perhaps his thinking skills had been burnt out by the strike, or maybe his creative side was angry at the lack of attention it was receiving. He didn't know, all he did know was that he simply could not do it. The knot of anxiety in his chest being unshiftable.
He groaned and dropped his head painfully into the hard wood of the desk.
"Uh Davey?" A concerned Voice asked from the window. Davey lifted his now throbbing head to see Jack, standing awkwardly outside the window.
Davey reluctantly reached and opened the window for Jack to climb through, still not leaving his chair.
"Watcha up too?" Jack asked sitting on the desk next to the blank peice of paper.
"Homework." Dave replied dully.
"Well it don't look like it, unless youse painin' a snow storm for art class" Jack joked and smirked at Davey trying to see his reaction.
To Jack's horror, Davey didn't laugh or even smile, instead he hung his head low in shame.
He had always been seen as the smart friend, now he wasn't. Did this mean that his friends no longer had any use for him?
"Hey what's da matta?" Jack asked, smirk completely wiped off his face.
"I cant do it." Davey mumbled into his lap.
"What, ya school work? Yes ya can youse just need ta focus is all." Jack tried to comfort, but he had never been in this position before.
"I've tried, I can't write anymore." Davey banged his head against his desk again.
"What do ya mean?" Jack pressed.
"I'm failing Jack, before the strike I was so good at writing and I was the best at all my classes and now I can't even do a peice of fucking homework." Davey groaned as he repeatedly whacked his dead off the desk with an alarming force.
"Hey, hey don't do dat." Jack began to panick and grabbed hold of Daveys head so he couldn't hit it anymore. There was a small red splotch on his forehead.
"I'm a failure." Daveys voice broke and uncontrollable tears began dribbling out of his eyes and down Jack's fingers.
"No you ain't Davey, youse the smartest guy I know." Jack whispered hugging Daveys head to his chest, but Davey angrily pushed him away.
"No you don't get it," Davey almost shouted, "I have to be perfect at this, its what my family and all of my teachers expect, I have to do this or else I'll have nobody." Davey knew he was getting to the point of no returning but he didn't care, the tears had turned furious and burned his tired eyes. His breathing had become irregular as he tried to use it as a shield against the anxiety in his chest, it was rapid and making Jack worry, but his body wouldn't let him slow down so he continued to take panic gulps of air.
"Youll have me." Jack stood up in alarm.
" Yeah great, you know that's great, I'll have to drop out if school and ill die in my twenties from working in a fucking underpaid factory job." Davey stood up aggressively, his chair fell over backwards and clattered onto the floor.
Davey knew that he was being utterly ridiculous and fatalistic, but somehow he didn't completely disbelieve what he was saying. Growing up, he had always been more advanced than the other kids amd was constantly called 'gifted'by his teachers, at his school he won award after award for being the best achieving student. He took pride in nothing else. It came no surprise when he would ace a test or get a letter home to his parents, he also joined club after club to fully exercise his chances at success. He academically had it all. It was all he had. And now, he had nothing. It was his whole identity.
"Davey, its really not-" Jack started completely taken aback, he had never seen Davey act like this before. Davey got sad, not angry.
"It's not fair, I did everything right and I was doing fine and then my stupid father has an accident and now I can't get a career because of something I can't even control. I have to support my family for months whilst everybody else at school got to stay there, why was it me? I don't get it what did I do wrong? Davey was pacing the room, rambling and trying to wipe the tears off his face.
"I know it's unfair Davey but do ya really need to get that worked up over one homework answer?" Jack reasoned thinking he had found a way to calm Davey down. Very, extremely wrong.
Daveys jaw ticked and his pacing came to a halt, how was this uneducated, futurely doomed boy going to tell him it didn't matter? How could his own friend not care. Davey wanted to punch him, and make his feel the pain Davey had just felt in his chest. Fury grew all over his body and the tears turned red as the anger bubbled dangerously close to his vocal cords.
"Get out." Davey growled in Jack's direction.
"Get out, now." Davey repeated after not getting a reaction.
"Davey I didn't mean it like dat..." those words echoed through the room as Jack grew small and fragile.
"Leave." Davey said sternly.
"Dav-"
"GET OUT NOW!" Davey properly screamed, he hadnt meant for it to come out that loud, but it did, and he couldn't take it back.
Jack obliged, slowly, moving towards the window before climbing out, when he turned for the ladder he made eye contact with Davey and pondered for a second if he should go and apologise. But the hatred rooted in his cornea made him shiver. He wasn't sure if he'd ever get his Davey back.
Davey let out a fee choaked sobs into the tense air before completely unravelling and falling to floor a broken mess, now he truly had nobody. He was both devastated, grieving the life he longed to have and enraged, none of this was his fault, so why was he suffering? What had he done that was so bad that it cost his everything?
He stayed on the cold floor, knees pulled up to his chest, overheating face burried in between his knees, this hurt. He didn't care. He cried and cried, given up on trying to stop it before taking a deep breathe in and staring, dizzily at the window where Jack had left.
Dazed, he stood up and the room span, his eyes were unfocused and the anxiety knot in his chest has lingering. He walked over to the desk and picked up the blank peice of paper, he aggressively scrunched it up into a ball and threw it at the wall, it bounced and rolled under his bed.
"David?" Mayer asked cracking the door open slightly.
No answer.
"What happened? Talk to me." He walked in and say next to his son on his bed.
He placed a hand on his back, but Dvaey shrugged it off.
"This wouldn't have happened if I didn't have to leave school." He whispered, voice cracking.
"I know." Mayer said empathetically.
"No you don't. I could have been something, I coukd have had any career I picked and now I'm going to end up like..." davey trailed off and wiped his eyes again.
"Like me." Mayer finished off, expression still calm and comforting.
"No I didn't mean that." Davey croaked out.
"It's okay Davey, you are capable of such great things, it would be a shame for you to turn out like me. I know you can do better." Mayer smiled.
Davey left a pang of guilt cross over the anxiety he already had.
"But I can't do better, not anymore." Davey choaked out.
"Yes, you can, you'll be okay." Mayer pulled Davey into a hug. Thankfully, Davey leaned into it like a ragdoll or an exhausted kitten.
Still, he wasn't convinced at all and the anxiety had yet to disperse but right now all he was, was tried and he finally had a chance to lay down.
He fell asleep right there and then, this throbbing headache and aching eyes, thankful to power down.
Hello again people! I’M BACK!! Now with more Javid angst, just because i like to make myself suffer :) Well, hope ya’ll enjoy it!
Warnings: Angst, lot of angst.
Word count: 499
If you guys would like, i could make some broadway imagines maybe?
:P
The boys could hardly believe it: Jack Kelly, the fearless leader of Manhattan's newsboys, had betrayed them. This wasn't just a betrayal, it was abandonment. The worse part is that many of the newsies were abandoned by their parents.
Before, Jack was with the newsies in the same situation, but now he was above, as if he was superior to them all. All for what? Escape the refuge? They were family! The younger ones even considered Jack as a father!
But, that's not what Jack thought. As he walked out the gates and saw all his friends he didn't feel superior, he felt humiliated. He didn't want to, but he accepted Pullitzer's offer to protect them. It was never meant to rise to anything. He could say he was somebody, but deep down he was more of a penniless street rat. Now, what broke the boy's heart the most was having to tell Davey, his closest friend, that he had traded them for cash.
The newsies were furious, Kid Blink not wanting to believe it, Mush thinking he was forgotten and even Spot Conlon was there, and oh boy, he was not happy at all.
And he just stood there, listening to the newsies yell at him. Until Jack saw Davey approaching.
"Oh, do you want to talk to him? Come, come.” Weasel said, mockery in his words.
"So that's why you didn't run away last night?"
"Yeah."
Dave's face was shocked to say less. He couldn't believe Jack. Why would he lie? Didn't the nights they spent together meant something to him? Was he just a toy to him?
"You're a liar. You lied about everything! You lied about who you are... I don't even know anymore if I fell in love with who you are or someone different..." He whispered the last part so only Jack could hear. "You didn't even tell me your real name!"
"AND? What are you going to do about it, Dave?"
"I do not understand!"
"So let me explain: nobody puts me to sleep at night. It's just me. And I'm my only company, okay?"
"You had me, Jack. You had the newsies. But, now I get it, you don't want any of us."
"Dave—"
"No. I'll leave you alone Jack. I have a strike to win."
That was the moment when Jack's heart was crushed. His whole world was falling apart. He couldn't tell Dave about the deal he made with that rattlesnake. It was all for Davey's safety...
And just like that, Dave left, leaving a sorry Jack behind. Francis Sullivan needed to understand that he couldn't hide who he was. Over the years he'd taken on the identity of Jack Kelly, the adventurous cowboy! Leaving behind Francis, the scared little boy who'd been through hell on the refuge. But he lost something much bigger than the newsies, he lost the only person who was something more to him, the smart, tall, and perfect to his eyes: David Jacobs.
Hey! Yeah, it’s me writing some Javid angst again! I wrote this a while ago, and my sister said that I should post it :)
Warnings: Sad Davey (bc I wrote most of this when I was heartbroken) plane crash?
word count: 1.258
ps: listen to Pancakes for Dinner by Lizzy McAlpine :)
Hope you like it!
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Davey Jacobs have a constant routine of going to the public library every day, and today was no different. Upon entering, he noticed the same smell of old books and chamomile tea that the environment constantly had, and saw the same old people reading at some tables. He went to a farther shelf and began looking for a good book to spend the afternoon reading.
That bookcase was Davey's favorite, as he always found books he liked and because it was silent. It was like a private space where he could be himself, a way for him to break free from the stressful studies and accumulated subjects of college.
But that particular day he noticed someone else on the other side of the bookcase. Who could it be? Currently, almost no one went to that corner!
The young man tried to be as discreet as possible and pulled out a book to see through the crack who was on the other side. Only to find a pair of blue eyes staring at him. Almost immediately the boy put the book back, still scared and with a red blush creeping up his cheeks, he leaned against the shelf and sighed, hearing a light chuckle from the person on the other side. Davey felt something different at that moment, a warm feeling in his stomach, something new.
--Looking for something to read?-- the person asked, and Davey gasped.
--Y-yes. --Shakily he replied.
--Well, if you want a recommendation, have you read Hamlet? --The person spoke again, and there was something in her tone that soothed him. It was sweet as honey, smooth as the finest silk, and charming as if the angels were talking to him.
- Who hasn't read it? It's a classic. -- And after that, followed a long, whispering conversation around the shelf.
After a while, Davey decided to ask who the mystery boy was.
--What's your, hum, name?
--Kelly. Jack Kelly, what’s yours?
- I'm David, David Jacobs.
- Nice to meet you, Davey. Now, do you want to get out of here and go somewhere different? We can go get ice cream or something?
- I... I'd love to.
And that was the beginning of a friendship.
Don't wanna be forward
don't wanna cross a line
A few months later, Davey knew that what he felt for Jack was something else, but he was so afraid to tell him... What if he never wanted to see him again? He had never trusted a person so much, neither his parents nor his younger brother Les could make him feel as much at home as Jack could.
But if I were to crash in this plane tonight
I'd want you to know this
don't wanna say too much
Intrude on your space
But if I were to crash and I never made it home
I'd want you to know this
One of the days he most likes to remember is the day they went to the beach with a few more friends.
They were sitting on the sand, when the most mischievous of the group, Racetrack Higgins decided to try to quell the boredom.
--Hey everybody, how about we play a game?--He said with a smirk that Davey didn't like at all.
--OK.-- Everyone agreed, and then Race took a bottle and explained the rules of the game.
-- The game works like this if the bottle falls on you and someone else, you Kiss.
-- That's easy! -- Another boy screamed, Davey thinks his name is Albert.
-- Now, let’s see who’s first...
The bottle spun several times, and each time the boy prayed it wouldn't fall into it, and that's exactly what happened. He reluctantly looked at whoever had fallen: Jack. Davey's face immediately turned red and Jack didn't look too worried.
- KISS! KISS! KISS!—Everyone was yelling, and Davey's heart was almost stopping. Jack was the one who decided to get it over with and put his face to Davey's, which melted on his lips. But everything too good is short-lived, they parted ways.
When he came back to reality he heard his friends cheering for him and Jack, Who was with a weird face that Davey never saw before. It was awkward, but... he liked it.
Oh, and to tell you is too scary
So I'll just say something else
And I wish you could hear me
when I talk to myself
But this plane might not land safely
So, what the hell do I have to lose
If I just tell you?
Now we're back at Davey's apartment, he was thinking of a thousand different ways to tell Jack how he feels, eventually talking to himself.
- Jack, I need to tell you something... No! Jack, I've liked you for a while and... No! I can’t do this! – He whispered/screamed, and heard a knock on the door.
--Hey, um, how are you? I think I heard you talking to someone?—it was Jack.
- It's nothing, just me talking to myself, you know. Haha—Davey chuckled, it was now or never.—Jack, I need to tell you something...
-- I'm listening.
And suddenly all your confidence is gone.
--I... do you want to watch something and eat some popcorn?
-- Oh, I’m busy now, ya know, I got a date with my goil tonight. But maybe tomorrow?
--Never mind...--And as soon as Davey closed the door, he collapsed on the floor, crying silently. His girl? – He has a girlfriend, stupid! He would never like you!
I wanna eat pancakes for dinner
I wanna get stuck in your head
I wanna watch a TV show together
And when we're under the weather we can watch it in bed
I wanna go out on the weekends
I wanna dress up just to get undressed
I think that I should probably tell you this
In case there is an accident
And I never see you again
So please save all your questions for the end
And maybe I'll be brave enough by then
Katherine and Jack were a very happy couple, and they went to meetings with their friend frequently, including Davey, who put on a fake smile every time. He would never have the courage to talk to him...
Don't wanna say something wrong
don't wanna be weird
But if you're still in love with her
I think that I'll leave it there
And I won't ever tell you this
A year had passed since Jack started dating Katherine, and Davey was avoiding Jack. It was a way to move forward! He was even planning to move away from there.
Oh, 'cause to tell you is too scary
So I'll just say something else
Like how was fall semester?
And what was that song about?
I'll try to hide the way I feel
But I'll just wanna shout
What do I have to lose right now?
But it didn't matter how much he said he moved on, he still loved Jack.
Within days, Davey boarded his flight without telling anyone. Leaving everything, and maybe never seeing Jack again, or the library they were in, or the beach he loved to go to, or the first ice cream shop they went to...
--Well, maybe I won't ever say what's in my head
No, I won't have to say anything
You'll say it instead— And so Davey finished recording and sending his farewell video to Jack, as he closed his eyes waiting for his plane with a flaming turbine to crash into the ground.
