#davey x reader

List of fanfics I've made for all of the silly little newsboys!

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Jack Kelly

None yet!

Davey Jacobs

Lovable Awkwardness

Crutchie Morris

None yet!

Racetrack Higgins

None yet!

Albert Dasilva

Lodging House Prankster series wip

EXTRA

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”

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. 

Summery: Reader and David basically have a study date.

tw: None

wc: 1.3k

Master List

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!

Requested: Can you write gay Davey oneshot please

Warnings: internalized homophobia

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Davey had known he was gay for as long as he could remember

He hid who he was for the longest time

Not knowing how his friends or family would react

It wasn’t until he’d met you that he started feeling more comfortable with who he was

Davey had seen how comfortable you were with your sexuality and he couldn’t help but admire you

He fell for you and he fell hard

There was no question about it

Everyone around the both of you could see just how infatuated Davey was by you

You were Davey’s first kiss, and it surprised you to say the least

Davey had initiated it, and no one would have ever guessed he would have done that

You couldn’t deny that you felt the same way about Davey 

Your relationship with each other started not long after your first kiss

Davey learned how to be comfortable with himself from you

Finally seeing that him being different didn’t have to define who he was

There were still times when Davey was a bit insecure

But it was nothing a small kiss and some reassurance couldn’t fix

Davey had some getting used to

But you were his first after all

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Listen half the boys could tell from the moment you two met that somethingeould happen

Race and Albert quite literally obnoxiously tease the two of you and it goes right over both of your heads

Davey would pursuade Jack to take a selling spot that’s close to yours so he could watch you all day

Little did he know that you do the exact same thing which is why you both end up in the same place most of the year

It is a good spot though, it’s right near a gentleman’s club and people tend to buy one on their way in so they have something to read

Davey wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with you for long periods of time without the faint pink on his cheeks spreading to a deep red across his face

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the boys to clock on, hell even Spot took part in the ‘how long until one of them confessed’ bet and he’s in Brooklyn

Neither of you did confess though, they had to drop the bet because you were taking too long

You both stuttered around each other and neither of you could maintain a conversation

The boys took it into their own hands, they quite literally locked you in one of the lodging house dorms alone together

Neither of you actually said anything to each other though, not for the first five minutes

You made idle small talk and complained about the others, neither looking at each other for fear of the other seeing your red faces

Naturally the boys were eavesdropping

Their plan was failing so they’d have to just encourage you

“DAVEY LIKES YOU”

You had no idea who yelled that but it did cause you to finally look at Davey, he’d turned completely away from you now. His red ears betrayed him though.

Nobody would go that red from that comment if it weren’t true.

It was your turn to blush now.

“Davey...” You placed a soft hand on his shoulder. “Is it true?”

“Y-yes,” Davey turned to you regaining some form of composure, his face still resembling Brooklyn. “I have liked you since I met you, I think you’re the most beautiful person in the world and since they’ve already exposed me I don’t care that they are most definitely eavesdropping right now”

You searched his eyes the entire time for any hint of a lie, you couldn’t find one. “I like you too Davey. I can’t even begin to explain why I do.”

He hugged you gently as cheers erupted from outside the door.

I’m back! I took a break for No Content November and am now semi-ready to be creative again. I would like to start sort of having a monthly wrap up of my favorite fics that I read over the last couple of months because these authors are amazing. So here we go!

Tuesdays by @teheharrypotter: Hermione Granger hates Tuesdays. Why? Because her bad luck seems to spike everytime the day comes around. (Hermione Granger x Reader) ~It’s just so sweet and I love Hermione so much.

And This Is How It Starts by @isolemnlyswearpevensie: Everything your soulmate loses, you receive. Turns out, Y/N’s soulmate is very forgetful.    (Susan Pevensie x female!Reader) ~I haven’t seen many Susan Pevensie one shots before and I’m so glad I found this one. The premise is adorable and it reminds me of how much I want a girlfriend. Trigger warning for some slight homophobia, though. 

“The Ocean is Full of the Unknown...Just Like a First Date” by @lxncelot: Our boy Davey Jacobs asking you out in a modern, high school AU would have to include some of the following... (Davey Jacobs x Reader) ~This is a headcanon set that just makes me feel all bubbly, you know? Honestly all of lxncelot’s fics are pure gold that you should definitely check out.

To All The Girls I've Loved Before by @spellman-bby​: A To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before!AU (Peter Parker x female!Reader) ~I’m not usually a rom-com person, but this au completely changed my mind. I love how spellman-bby gives the reader so much personality.  

Daisies by @starktonyx​: Everyone is born with the last words they ever hear from their soulmate written on their arm. (Peter Parker x Reader) ~Do you ever just cry with how beautiful something is? 

Inamorata by @azucanela​: After a few years of being Fire Lord, Zuko still hasn’t found a companion. So naturally, when Iroh comes upon a matchmaker, he does what he does best and helps Zuko out by hiring her to help him find someone. and inadvertently... Iroh ends up playing matchmaker himself. (Zuko x Reader) ~So I have been come complete Zutara trash but this fic seriously makes me consider going down that rabbit hole. If you want to feel like you are in an epic fantasy romance take a look.