#and davey is head over ass in love with him by the end of the night

[we-are-inevitable]

for their second or third date davey suggests that he and jack go to one of those wine paint night things because davey likes wine and jack likes paint and its perfect. it’s so perfect. IN THEORY. but it turns into a night of davey seeing jack soooooo stressed bc the way the instructor is painting this scene is so weird, davey, and the colors are kind of off, dave, don’t you see that these don’t have enough contrast, and no one here actually cares about the painting and they just want to get drunk and oh my god davey this is worse than my high school art teacher trying to make us draw vending machine designs for the zoo. and jack is having the worst time of his life and wont stop whispering complaints and “oh my god”s and davey wants him carnally

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

please write a fic where dave mustaine fucks the little female reader on the wall, thank you!

A/n: I apologize in advance bc I don't like this very much but I needed to reply to an ask again and this was already partly written so it was the victim of writers block writing, I hope you enjoy it well enough anyway :'3

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, wall fucking?, Dave calls reader bunny, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Dave had been poking fun at you all night. He’d brought his band over for a dinner, which you made because Dave asked you with the intention of helping you, or so he said. All he ended up doing was teasing you.

“You’re so small!” This, and; “you’re so tiny!” That. Anyway he could manage to emphasise that you were shorter than him, he did. You did enjoy being shorter than him, being small made it easy for him to cuddle you, he was like a giant teddy bear and you took full advantage of that every chance you got. That didn’t mean you would just accept this name calling debauchery.

The second everyone was gone you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, your lips crashing against his.

Dave stumbled back but quickly caught up to what you were doing and kissed you back, his big hands going to your ass to hold you. Mostly just to squeeze your ass, but if it happened to serve another purpose then so be it.

He pushed you against the nearest surface, which happened to be a wall, and started tugging on your clothes. He got your shirt over your head and slipped your bottoms off before undoing your bra and letting it fall to the floor.

His lips sucked on your neck and he left small love bites in a trail down to your tits. “So fucking tiny.” He grunted as he kissed your nipple, he then stood up again and towered over you as he usually did. He brought his hand up to hold your face, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eye. “Tiny little thing just needs to be fucked right, huh?” You bit your lip and nodded as you turned around, looking back at him over your shoulder.

Dave took his own clothes off. He rested his hands on your shoulders and slowly trailed them down your sides, finally finding their perch on your hips. “Breedable fucking bunny.” He pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger through your folds. “All nice and ready for me, aren’t you?”

You smiled and wiggled your hips, standing on your toes and arching your back to press to your chest against the wall. Dave smacked your ass, you flinched at the hit but you couldn’t deny that you loved it. Dave pulled his boxers down just enough for his leaking cock to spring out and hit your ass. He pushed his cock between your thighs, gathering your juices on his member. “Fuck, so wet, just for me.” He groaned in your ear.

“Please~ Please, just put it in, Davey.” Your voice was already getting whiny as you pushed your ass back against him.

“So needy to be stuffed full, needy to be stretched.” He whispered in your ear. His hips moved back and he lined himself up with your cunt before slowly pushing in, groaning all the while as your gummy walls squeezed him just right. He waited a moment for you to get used to him before he started moving, bucking his hips up into you at a slow, harsh pace.

“Davey, go faster.” He muttered, already panting against the wall like a bitch in heat. Dave let out a low chuckle.

“Since when did you wear the pants here?” Nonetheless he did as you asked and went faster, every thrust of his hips bumping you up the wall.

He had a hand on your hip and one on your shoulder, keeping your back arched perfectly for him. The wall became damp with your breathing right against it, with Dave practically fucking you into the wall at this pace. You loved it, he was rutting deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his thick dick, making your vision blurry as your tongue lolled out in a lewd expression.

Dave’s hand, the one on your shoulder, wrapped around to rub your clit. He moved in circles, matching the rhythm of his hips and making you reach your high much faster. Even after you came his experienced fingers continued their work on your sensitive nub.

Dave was always one to think of your pleasure before his own so you were used to him making you cum a few times before he even got close, and tonight was no exception.

He had you creaming on him, your sweet, salty juices leaking from you and down your legs. The only thing keeping you standing was the fact that you were squished between Dave and the wall, Dave was partially holding you up though it was mostly so he could fuck you, moving your hips to his will as he slammed into you.

You could tell he was getting close with the way he kept losing pace with the steady rhythm he’d set with both his hips and hands, the way he pulsed inside you. “Hah~ Davey, need-ngh-need you...” You mumbled, thoughts too scrambled to form a coherent sentence between moans, whines and whimpers.

“What-what was that, bunny?” He grunted behind you, just wanting to get one more out of you before he finally came.

“Need you to fill me up.” You mumbled with a fucked out smile, drool dripping down your chin. Dave’s hips sputtered but he didn’t cum.

“Can’t say shit like that, gonna-gonna make me-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence when you started purposefully clenching around him, all just to see that look on his face. The one where his lips part so beautifully and his eyes cross for a moment before he screws them shut. “Fuck, cum with me then, bunny.” He didn’t have to tell you twice.

He gave up on steady and bucked into you all to chase his own high, though he tried to keep something on your clit, even bringing a hand to your chest to toy with your nipple. Honestly you were so out of it you’d cum just by sucking on his fingers, so when you felt his hot cum spurting into you you couldn’t hold back.

Your knees buckled and crumbled beneath you, leaving Dave to hold you up. He held you close, still helplessly bucking his hips up into you as an aftershock.

“Fuck- You’re so pretty.” He hummed. He turned your head to look at him and saw your expression, covered in spit and eyes glazed over. “Pretty little bunny slut.” He mumbled and kissed your temple.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Javey. - Jack constantly lays his head in Davey’s lap. The first few times Davey would run his hand through Jack’s hair but he noticed the flinch that came with any sort of contact with his head/hair and stopped. He instead settles for placing his hand on Jack’s chest or face. Jack loves it because Davey has a really grounding effect on him

When Davey is working on something for too long (an essay or school work or anything really) Jack took to just standing behind him. Davey isn’t good at working under pressure or with people watching over his shoulder so he eventually has to stop. When he does Jack gives him all of his attention and they climb out to window and go for walks. They just ramble to each other the whole time.

Davey walks fast and Jack always whines at him to slow down and enjoy the time they have together but Davey knows that it’s just because Jack is smaller and little legs don’t go as fast. But he finds it adorable that he can’t keep up so he never slows down.

Modern! Jack and Davey both paint their nails. Fight me.

The first time Davey met Medda he had a minor heart attack on the way there and Jack was laughing his ass off. When they actually met she gave him a big hug and it was rlly sweet. - 🤠anon

ohhhhh I love these so much but I’m latching onto the writing one because once again I am davey he is me literally cannot write or draw where someone can even slightly see it we are The Same person I’m gonna write something now x

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“Dave,”

“…Jack?”

“Y’almost done?”

Davey huffed out a sigh. “Not really,”

“How? Y’been at that for what, four hours?” Jack, spreadeagled on Davey’s bed, stretched to prove his point. He watched the other boy carefully, head lolling so Davey appeared a little tilted where he was hunched at the table.

“Two,” Davey corrected, pencil hovering over his notebook. It looked like he was midway through a word, lines upon lines of his cramped scrawl covering the page to the point it was more graphite than paper. “I think,”

“Too long,” Jack drawled. “C’mon, ain’t you done by now?”

“I’ve already said that I’m not,”

“Y’should be,”

“Tell that to the essay. It ain’t working right,”

Jack frowned as he sat up, leaning on one elbow to study Davey. He looked at the hunch of his shoulders, the furrow between his eyes, the marks over his face where he’d wiped his eyes with graphite-smudged hands. That wouldn’t do, Jack decided. He got to his feet, hands in his pockets as Davey started to write again, not waiting for a reply. The scratch of the pencil was rhythmic, familiar but it had been going on for too long so Jack just…peered over his shoulder.

The scratching stopped. Jack smiled to himself, smugly.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Watchin’ you. Like I been doin’ all day,”

“Alright…,” Davey nodded and hunched back over his essay, pencil poised. It stayed in the air, caught like someone had pressed pause, for a few heartbeats before he scribbled down three more words and then dropped it. “Do you have to stand there?”

Jack had anticipated the rebuff. “I’m jus’ watching, since you insist on still working,”

That made Davey turn in his chair to peer up at him. He kept his expression passive. Somewhere in Davey’s face was the start of anxiety, a flicker of irritation, tiredness but also fondness he couldn’t disguise. “I know what you’re doing,”

“Watching,” Jack repeated.

Davey stared for a moment longer, and Jack could see the little battle waging in his head. Thus, he could see when it ended. When Davey sighed and snapped his book shut and took Jack’s hand, running his thumb gently over his knuckles. “You win,”

Jack grinned and tugged on his arm. “I always do. C’mon,”

[slightlystupidhun]

Skating Around Us

Summary: An Asher x Baabe Fic. Asher is a hockey player and Baabe is a figure skater. @itsdaifuku is the reason for this fic!!!

THE FINAL PART

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

It had been about two months since the qualifiers and many a competition had been had since to further themselves to final. They had been putting in a lot of hard work to perfect their free program. They all wanted (needed) to have a contrasting performance to what they did. Lovely and Vincent would be doing a performance of a compilation from the Moulin Rouge musical, Angel would be doing an old time piece and Babe would be, well it’s a surprise.

Asher and Babe had grown so much closer, finally putting a title on what they were and spending more and more time at the others house. Angel was doing the same with David, just a little more conspicuously, or as conspicuous as Angel could be.

Today was the day of the hockey finals. It came down to the Dahlia Wolves against the LA Misfits. Babe heard Tank complain about an ex named Quinn who was the captain of said team.

“You got this Ash! I believe in you!” Babe leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks Babe,” he said kissing them softly before heading off to the locker room.

This was probably going to be the most important match in Asher’s life this far. This was for the California state championship. He wanted to win. He could practically taste it.

Babe walked off toward the benches, they couldn’t help but over hear the conversations of Asher’s teammates on their way.

“Davey, it’s gonna be ok. You got this! I know you’re nervous and that’s ok! But you are amazing, and you will do amazing! You got this!” They pulled him in for a tight hug before pushing him off to the lockers.

“I know Sam…. I know, I’ll be careful.” Tank told the doctor as he held their face. “But I’m still gonna kick some ass.” They grinned up at him.

“I would expect nothin less.” They quickly hugged him before running off to the locker room.

They arrived at their groups spot in the middle, Angel joining them soon after. Vincent and Lovely had opted out tonight as they wanted to get in some extra rehearsal.

The game started out pretty normally. It was fast paced and aggressive, slightly more aggressive than normal. You could tell that both teams wanted it. They were leaving it all out on the ice. The first breakaway Asher had he had missed when the player behind him used their stick to hook him. Fortunately they were able to get the goal anyways, as it resulted in a penalty shot. They achieved one other goal while the opposing team was down one man. Bringing the score to 2-0 by the end of the first period.

During the second period they were able to score twice when Quinn got a check in on Tank. They looked a little disoriented after that and Sam looked like he was gonna jump out of his seat. Fortunately they got back in the game and Cristian scored their third goal.

“YOU GOT THIS WOLVES!!” Angel yelled out getting to nervous to stay quiet.

Babe was bouncing their leg up and down to try to remain calm. They were holding their breath as if one gust of wind would send the puck into the wrong net. The ref blew the whistle signaling the end of the second period. The score was 3-2 and neither team was giving up. Angel stood up and began pacing, trying to get their jitters out. Sam started taking large drinks of his water bottle because his throat kept getting dry.

As the whistle sounded both teams went at it. It was like watching two flames, each one trying to burn the other. At this point Tank has been in the penalty box twice, David twice, and Asher Once. Quinn’s has been in the box three times, two of his other teammates also making the same number of visits.

Quinn was able to get free and score two more goals. They were now a point ahead. That was when Asher’s lineup was put back in. The misfits were pushing hard and the wolves were playing a solid defense now. The misfits goalie left the net to push up as well and that was when Milo received the puck and shot it across the rink. Everyone watched as the puck soared and hit the back of the net. Sweetheart jumped off the benches and cheered so loud the group could hear them from the other side of the rink. Milo pumped his fist in the air and the stadium went wild. The score was now tied and there were thirty seconds left in the game. They quickly got in position. 29, 28, 27, 26, 25.

The puck moved around the rink the dominance switching from side to side. 24,23,22,21,20. The misfits shot and Milo blocked it deflecting it to tank. Quinn skated towards them, but couldn’t get to them as they passed it over to David. 19,18,17,16,15,14,13. David was trying to find an opening when Christian moved over, ready to receive the puck. 12, 11, 10,9,8,7. He skated forward as two defenseman skated over to him. He shot the puck between the space between the two and it was received by Asher. 6,5,4. It was him and the goalie. He moved the puck to the side the goalie diving the wrong way. He moved his stick forward and shot the puck. 3,2,1!!! GOAAAAAAAAAL!!!!! The official California State Champions Dahlia Wolves. The ref blew the whistle and the crowed roared. The entire team skated out and tackled Asher to the ground. Both teams then exchanged fist bumps and good games, as the trophy was brought out. The entire team posed with his taking photos and taking turns holding it completing interviews and such in the process. They headed back to the locker room and Angel, Sam, and Babe, made their way out to the lobby. The first pair that got out was Milo and Sweetheart. They began kissing his cheek and squeezing him tight the moment he joined their side. They ran off back to his car. They would probably have a celebratory party next week.

Next Tanker came out, lip a little cut, eye and shoulder partially bruised. You could see it under their tank top. Sam walked over to them and hugged them tight.

“Congrats Darlin! You played like a rockstar tonight!” He smiled at them. They leaned up to kiss him, pausing, waiting for permission. He met them half way and they smiled bright. The two then headed out the glass doors.

The only two were Angel and Babe. Luckily for them, their boyfriends came out at the same time. Angel immediately ran over and jumped into David’s arms, not caring about the bags he was holding. They littered his face with soft kisses.

“Con-grats- Da-v-ey.” They said in between kisses.

“Thanks Angels.” He said chuckling lightly to himself. “Now get off so we can go home. You need rest if you’re gonna compete tomorrow.” He said as he grabbed their hand and led them away.

Babe waited for Asher to come over to them, not wanting to knock his bags out of his hands. He walked over with the biggest smile on his face and dropped his bags picking them up and spinning them around. They threw their arms around his shoulders and held on for dear life. He laughed, a genuine, loud, happy laugh. He set them down after a few moments and they reached a hand up to his face.

“I love you Babe.” He said, his voice softer than normal.

“I love you too Ash.” They looked at him letting their hand slide down his arm slowly before playing with his fingers. “I’m glad you won,” they looked up at him with big doe eyes and a siren smile. He quickly grabbed their hand and led them to their car. They opened the trunk and he put his bags in it before pushing them to sit down and kissing them passionately. It was fiery, and intense and so full of love. His lips were soft, his touch was soft, he was intoxicating. When the kiss finally broke they were both panting for air. Babe got out of the trunk. They kissed him on the cheek one last time before walking over and opening his door for him. “After you…” they grinned.

His face flushed and he stepped in grinning ear to ear, “Why thank you!”

——

“You got this babe! You’re gonna do great!” He smiled at his partner before sending them off to the locker room. They were the last person to perform that day.

Earlier Vincent and Lovely performed a duet to ‘El Tango De Roxane.’ They wore black and red outfits, their hair yelled back. Their tops had red diamonds on them, Vincent’s had diamonds stretching onto his right arm and lovely had red diamonds stretching onto their left arm. Lovely had black eye liner with bright red lipstick and Vincent had black eye liner and a more natural lip tone. As per usual they were perfectly in sync. They worked like two pieces of the same machine. Their lifts were so clean, especially the one where he spun lovely around after lifting them on the air. They finished with Vincent dipping lovely, their hand extended to the ground, their other hand around his neck.

After the duos were done it was time for Angel and Babes category.

“How are you doing Skates?” Angel asked changing into their outfit. They wore high waisted tan pants with overalls, a white shirt, and green bow tie, paired with brown skates. They had their hair all pinned back with a red lip and black eye liner.

“I’m good. I’m nervous but I’m excited!” They said to their friend. “And you?”

“I’ll never be more ready. Geez this is like the biggest skate of our lives!! I’m so nervous but there is something thrilling about it.” They answered eyes practically sparkling.

They ended up skating to the song ‘That Man’ by Caro Emerald. It was a swing piece and one that Babe actually suggested. Angel performed like they never had before. There was not one mistake, not one error. It was so precise and thrilling to watch them go. Their technique was absolutely perfect and their outfit read really well from the ice. Babe was sure that if they didn’t win Angel would. IF they didn’t win.

Now it was their turn. They had just stepped out into the hallway when they saw ash coming out from the bathroom. He reassured them before giving them a kiss and leaving. “I love you!!” He yelled.

“I love you more!!” They yelled back laughing.

They were getting ready to go out on the ice. Seeing the person in front of them just finishing. Babe noticed that the performer before them kept stopping and reaching down at the ice, kicking at it a bit, but they assumed that the skater was fixing their skate. Babe walked passed them and stepped onto the ice. They were wearing sparkly gold skates that matched their leotard which was a sheer gold with golden gems across the chest. Golden vines on the sleeves, and on the back was a ruched piece of fabric that gave the effect of a train. Their hair was pulled out of their face, and their eye shadow was gold with a black eye liner and a pink lip. They were skating to the song ‘Golden Hour’ by JVKE. It was a song that Asher suggested to them. They circled the ice a few times, noting that if felt a little off, but maybe it was just their nerves. They skated over to Will and he gave them a pep talk.

“Listen Skates, I am so proud of you! You have accomplished so much and pushed yourself beyond my wildest dreams for what you could become. I know it’s not over yet, but I am proud. No go out there and Skate your but off.” He smiled at them.

“Thanks Will! I’ll do my best.” They shot him a thumbs up as they skated to the middle of the rink. They got in their starting pose. Their left arm was bent, elbow pointing up and hand coming to the bottom of their jaw. Their right leg was crossed behind their left. Their head was facing the same direction as their right hand which was extended in the direction of their boyfriend Asher. The moment the keys played they pushed off, circling their spot before moving forward, they danced to the music in a way that made them look like a literal Angel.

Asher was breathless watching them move. It was like he was watching light come into his life for the first time again. They moved so gracefully, they looked so ethereal. Too good to be true. They went for their first jump combo, a quad lutz into a triple toe loop. It went very well better than they have before. They transitioned from a bullet spin into a full split upright. Then they moved down the rink doing a small skip and pushed their arms forward. They then leaned forward, grabbing their leg and holding it behind them as they soared around the rink. They then built up for their next jump combo a triple salchow into a double axel. From that they draped their hands over their head and rounded heading back to the other side, they did a layback spin into a Biellmann spin. They then moved fast and stopped pushing just holding their arms out to make an extended shape with their body. Then it was time for their final jump a quad flip, when they went to take off they noticed the ice in that part of the rink felt uneven, and when they took off their skate hooked into the dip and they flew forward, they spun out of control in the air and their face smacked the ice first. A loud crack could be heard. Adrenaline was coursing through them.

‘Oh shit’ they thought ‘Get back up!’ They stood back up and pushed off. All they had left was a camel spin into a flying sit spin. They completed it. It was shaky and not as good as they have done it before, but they did it. They rose back to their feet reaching up and looking up, their other arm draped at their side. It was then that they realized something wet was on their face. It tasted salty. So salty. The audience was quiet, and they could hear soft whispers. They then realized someone was talking to them. They hadn’t moved had they? He was talking to them. Look at him? It’s William. He looks worried, then they realize the ice is becoming closer and closer. Oh shit.

——

When they woke up, they were in a familiar room. They recognized the white walls and ceiling along with the blue curtains. The soft linens and mattress. They were in the medical room. They felt someone grasp their hand a little tighter.

“Babe?” Asher spoke from beside them.

“A…Ash?” They said coming out of their haze.

“Oh thank God.” He stood up to get closer, moving his unoccupied hand to their face. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine…” they said despite not feeling fine. They felt like they got their face punched in. “What happened?”

“The quad flip didn’t go as planned…” he said rubbing the back of their hand.

“Right… the ice, it felt so weird, like uneven and patchy…” they squinted remembering what happened.

“Yeah, your coach noticed that when he stepped over to you so he had the competition staff run an investigation. Turns out the person before you was kicking up the ice and putting bad dents in it.”

“Did they announce the winners?” They asked him. He let out a small laugh and ran a hand through their hair.

“Yeah, they left to get their medals a little bit ago.” Asher informed. Just then they heard the door click.

“Alright I got some ice for when they wake up an some pain killers. Lookin at the X…rays…” Sam stopped talking as he noticed the figure in front of him, very awake. “How are ya doin?” He asked. “Be honest.”

“I’ve been better but… not my worst haha.” They laughed and instantly regretted it.

“I seriously doubt that,” he looked at them and held up the x ray. “Your nose is broken and you got a grade three concussion. We did some scans and it looks like your brain function is fine, but Asher I want you to keep an eye on em. If anything happens, take them to the ER right away.”

“Got it.” Asher said. “Looks like you aren’t escaping me. You’re staying at David and I’s apartment!!” He cheered trying to keep his voice down low as to not ass to their probable headache. Just then the door opened and in walked David, Angel, Tank, Vincent, Lovely, William, Milo, and Sneaks. Babe looked up at them trying not to frown.

“Hey Skates, how ya doin?” Milo spoke first.

“I’m fine. Better than ever.” They smiled.

“Haha,” Angel laughed Sarcastically.

“So you won?” Babe raised their eyebrow smiling at their friend.

“Yeah, I did.” Angel smiled.

“Congrats!!” Babe said genuinely. They were so happy for their friend and they reached out to hug them. When they hugged they noticed Angel slipped something around their neck. It was shiny and silver and had a big fat number two on it.

“What’s this?” They asked shock scanning their features.

“Well, you racked up enough points before the fall and actually almost won you were off by five points. So you ended up in second.” Angel cheered.

“Thank you!! I love you all so much!!”

They all exchanged encouragement and congratulations for their friend before heading out. Asher helped them into their car, sitting them on the passenger seat. When Ash got in the drivers seat they looked at him.

“Ash what are you doing?” They questioned.

“I’m driving, I learned about a month ago. Got my license and everything. I wanted to surprise you, ideally on a date, but this works too.” He smiled at them. They leaned forward to give him a quick kiss and he tilted his head, ever careful of their bruising broken nose that’s all wrapped up. He then moved down and peppered kisses down their neck. “I love you. So much!” He stared at them. “Thank you for coming into my life.”

“Thank you for keeping me in your life! Let’s plan to keep it this way. I love you so much Asher.” He smiles at them in return kissing them one last time.

‘I love you so much more than words can say babe’

A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO @itsdaifuku !! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THIS SERIES!! You do amazing work and I love seeing you post!! You are so incredible and I truly admire you and you work!!

[livesincerely]

!! if it’s not too late for possessive!jack i absolutely love the two abo fics you wrote they’re some of my favs of yours. maybe something set in that universe?

I’m cheating a little because I already have my next a/b/o fic partially written, (and by partially I mean I’m 10k in with no end in sight 🙃) but I hope you enjoy this snippet regardless!

Distinctly rated E, so the rest is under the cut 😉

A few more steps and a brief fumble for the doorknob. Davey hits the mattress with a soft fwump, staring up at him with half lidded eyes, his mouth red and kiss-swollen. Jack crawls on top of him, pressing him down with his bodyweight as he drags his lips over Davey’s cheeks and chin, then dipping lower to nip a fresh mark into his neck.

Davey bares his throat to the attention, moaning, “Jack,” in a rough, needy voice that goes straight to Jack’s dick.

“Clothes,” Jack rumbles against his skin. “Need you naked.”

“You first,” Davey counters, already reaching for the front of Jack’s shirt, clever fingers making quick work of the last few buttons.

Jack shakes himself free of his button up, then grabs a fistful of the t-shirt he’s wearing underneath and pulls it up over his head. Davey’s hands are everywhere immediately, sliding over his shoulders and down his back, then over his hips and along his chest. Jack kisses him to within an inch of his life, needing him, needing to taste him, devour him, and Davey’s scent burns hotter and hotter, coiling thick and heavy in the air.

Jack pushes up onto his knees, yanking at his fly until he can scramble out of his slacks, tossing them away without a care. Then he grabs Davey by the hips and drags him down the bed, right where he wants him, and starts fighting with his belt buckle.

“Jesus, Jack,” Davey says, watching with flushed cheeks as Jack peels his khakis down his thighs then wrestles his sweater over his head, ruffled and rumpled and his. “You… fuck.”

“Smell so fuckin’ good,” Jack pants, lying back down between the open vee of Davey’s legs. “Can’t hardly think through wantin’ you.”

“Come here,” Davey demands, tugging him up. “Come—“

Jack goes willingly, slotting their mouths back together, guiding Davey’s legs back around his waist. Davey groans into his mouth when their cocks align just right, and his heels dig into Jack’s ass, urging him closer, their hips rocking together deliciously.

“Can I…?” Jack starts, desire burning at the base of his spine.

“Yes,” Davey says before he can finish, his chest heaving. “Touch me. Please, touch me.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before Jack leans down and seals his lips over one of his nipples, swirling his tongue until it pebbles up in his mouth. Davey arches up off the bed in response, a soft little whimper falling from his lips as his fingers dig into Jack’s shoulders.

He coaxes another one of those delicious noises out of him, then another, and another, then switches to the other side, teasing and tweaking until Davey’s breaths have gone ragged. Then he asks, “So, how’d you feel about maybe sittin’ on my face?”

Davey’s voice catches in his throat. “Y-yeah?”

“God, yes,” Jack says, reaching down to palm at Davey’s ass, gripping just hard enough that his cheeks spread slightly, the honey-sweet of his arousal saturating the space between them. “Sweetheart, you smell like absolute heaven. I’m fuckin’ dyin’ to get a taste of ya.”

Davey pushes himself up on his knees, biting his lip as he shuffles around. Jack turns over onto his back and as he settles in, he’s quickly convinced that this is the greatest idea he’s ever fucking had: Davey straddles his head, bracing himself against the wall above the bed, and the sight and smell of him is everything. His ass is magnificent in and of itself, but that combined with his hard, leaking cock, his hole furled tight and thighs shiny with slick… It's a testament to what’s left of his patience that he doesn’t just drag him down and ravage him.

Instead he does his best to give him a second to get comfortable, guides his hips slowly into position, then leans up to swipe his tongue right over where he’s wettest. The taste of him is better than he could’ve ever dreamed, just pure essence of Davey and heat and mate and mine, mine, mine, and Jack can’t help the low, guttural sound that tears out of him, deep and possessive.

“Fuck,” Davey swears, a choked off little moan.

Jack teases around Davey’s hole, carefully at first, then more confidently as Davey’s hips start working in tight little circles, his thighs twitching and quivering on either side of his head. He presses back against Jack’s tongue, unintentionally rocking against Jack’s face, and he’s making the sweetest little sounds as Jack works him open, growing slicker and slicker with each flick and thrust.

Jack gets a hand under around one of his thighs, holding him in place, then presses deep inside, sucking gently at his rim. Davey’s hips jerk in his grasp, but Jack just grips him tighter, fucking him open with his tongue.

“Jack,” Davey groans, and there’s a dull thud⁠—his head falling forward to rest against the wall⁠—and the thought that Jack’s eating him out so well that he can’t hold himself up any more is just fuel to the fire. “Oh, god.”

He wants to make his back arch, his toes curl. Wants to make him pant and sigh and scream.

One last sweep of his tongue, then Jack’s pulling away. Davey makes a noise that’s approaching a whine, grinding down as he chases after the lost sensation; Jack reaches up and slips two fingers inside him instead.

“That good for you, sweetheart?” Jack murmurs, biting a hickey into his inner thigh then soothing the sting away with his tongue, fingers working in slow, steady movements.

“More,” Davey pants, strung out and breathless, heat rolling off him in waves. “More.”

Jack’s more than happy to oblige, angling his wrist until he can press in nice and deep, sneaking a few more greedy tastes of Davey’s slick as he works him open. He curls his fingers up, searching, and when Davey’s thighs clench down around him, sudden and squeezing, he knows he’s hit his mark.

“Jack, I’m⁠—”

“Let go for me, Dave,” Jack says, twisting his hand just so, and there’s an infinite moment where everything goes tight, Davey’s body locking up as he hangs on the precipice, then he falls over the edge with a broken cry.

Jack feels his release more than he gets to see it⁠—every shaky inhale, every trembling muscle, every flex and grind, the wet, hot drag of skin and slick, tongue and teeth⁠—but Jesus, they really are gonna kill each other because that was damn near the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him and they’re just getting started.

He rubs his hands over Davey’s thighs, giving them both a minute to catch their breath, then gives him a little pat.

“Lift up?” he asks, and Davey gives a weak grunt but raises his hips enough that Jack can wriggle out from underneath him. “How’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

“Oh, no complaints here,” Davey manages after a moment, brushing his hair out of his face, his glasses sitting askew on the bridge of his nose. Jack’s heart swells at the sight of him. “This is already the best heat I’ve ever had, so I’m feeling pretty fond of you at the moment.”

“Right back at’cha,” Jack murmurs, leaning in to tuck his nose back behind Davey’s ear, getting another whiff of that glorious honeyed-citrus scent, then pressing a kiss to the skin there. “And good, ‘cause we’re just gettin’ started.”

Davey licks his lips, his eyes dark beneath the canopy of his lashes. “How do you want me?”

“Christ, how don’t I want ya?” Jack says, considering every inch of him with hungry eyes. But he manages to get ahold of himself, instead offering, “However’s best for you, Dave.”

Davey tilts his head. “I seem to recall something about ‘fucking me into the carpet’,” he drawls, and Jack’s dick twitches against his thigh, painfully hard. “That offer still on the table?”

Jack swallows. “An’ I remember someone insistin’ on a bed,” he rasps in response. “Seems a shame ta let it go ta waste, especially after we went ta all that trouble.”

“Into the mattress, then,” Davey proposes, and there’s another flash of pink as he runs his tongue over his teeth—the tease of it is flint and tinder beneath Jack’s ribs. “If that’s alright with you, love.”

It’s a miracle he remembers the condom tucked in his wallet, that he manages to find it and roll it on, that he has the strength to do anything except surrender to the heat building inside him. It’s tingling behind his teeth, stitched into his veins, echoing inside his mind:

Davey. Mine.

“An’…” Instinct is clawing at the inside of his chest, thrashing wildly, begging him to reach out and claim the precious offering in front of him, but he has to ask one more time. “An’, you’re sure?”

Davey’s eyes sweep over him, and Jack can almost feel the weight of his gaze, the heat of it, prickling at his skin. He pushes himself up on his hands and lets his legs fall open, revealing slick-soaked thighs, a glossy, pink hole, and a cock that’s already growing hard in anticipation of round two.

“Jack?” he murmurs.

“Yeah?” It comes out rougher than he means it to, his tongue heavy behind his teeth.

“Come here.”

Jack is not equipped to argue with that voice. Not now, possibly not ever.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

for the ask game: i desperately need to see your spiderman davey au 🙏🙏🙏

OKAY YAY I AM ACTUALLY SO GLAD SOMEONE IS ASKING ABOUT THIS!!! I was struggling with it for a long while actually, but I basically started from scratch and asked my irl bestie for help and I like it so much better!

It involves "It's not unrequited, they're just idiots" and also "love triangle that is actually just two idiots and one of them has a secret identity" so im having a blast

“Hey boys, what’s new?” Davey lets out a sigh of relief. Then, his mouth twitches. “Jack owes me five bucks.” “She said what’s new,” Race interjects. “Kelly losing a bet ain’t news.” “Wasn’t a bet,” Davey laughs, and he can feel the tension melting off him. Right now, all he has to be is David Jacobs—high school senior and resident bookworm within his friend group. Jack throws an arm around him, so casually tactile in that way Davey only enjoys when it’s coming from him. His stomach is suddenly swooping and his face burns. He hopes no one notices. (Katherine does. As always.) “I’ll get you a new copy of The World and we’ll call it even, how about that?” High school senior, resident bookworm, and stupidly head over heels for Jack Kelly since the sixth grade. Katherine subtly raises her eyebrows at Davey, prompting him to blush even harder, if that were possible. Still, she doesn’t mention it. At least not with her words. The way she excitedly knocks her knee into Davey’s says enough. She’s always been great at having two conversations at once.  “That’s how much my dad’s charging to slander New York’s favorite superhero? You’re getting ripped off.” Davey finds himself instinctively leaning into Jack’s touch. “I like to stay informed,” he says defensively.  “You’re not being informed, you’re being brainwashed.”  “Much as I can’t stand Pulitzer, he may have a point.” While the rest of the group bursts out into protests, Davey snaps his head towards Jack, praying that he can’t feel the way his blood has just run cold beneath his touch. Back in April, Jack seemed pretty unswayed in either direction about Spider-Man. Has he spent the summer forming a stronger opinion? Katherine rolls her eyes. “Just because you work for my father doesn’t mean you have to agree with him.” “I ain’t just saying that,” Jack says seriously. “I mean, think about it. I beat on someone for ragging on Charlie and I could get sent to juvie or something. But this guy puts on a mask, does the same thing, and he’s a hero? Don’t make no sense.” “Feel like it’s a little more complex than that,” Charlie replies.  “Yeah,” Race agrees. “The guy’s got super-strength and shoots webs out of his ass or whatever.” “Wrists,” Davey corrects him, under his breath. “You have to admit, he’s got a real knack for this hero thing,” says Kath.  “He’s got a knack for slipping away from the cops. Everyone else who does that ends up in prison. Back me up here, Davey.” Davey, who has been remaining strategically silent, feels his stomach knot up as his friends turn their gazes to him. “Oh, I’d love to hear this,” Katherine says. “What do you think of our friendly neighborhood Spidey, Day?”

Davey swallows.  How the hell is he supposed to respond to that? What does Davey think of Spider-Man? He’s faced with that question every time he looks in the mirror.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Hii how are you? I was wondering if you could make a fic where the pack boys and the mates aknowledge the circumstances of Sam's turning, and they all become istantly protective over him and show him solidarity.

By the way I love your work :)

I'm okay! A bit sore and really tired lol. And that sounds so wholesome!! (Please pardon any mistakes, I'm on my phone rn lol) also thank you so much! That actually means a lot 😊

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Darlin stared at David, chewing on the inside of their cheek. The alpha in question was staring at the ground as he thought. Normally Darlin wouldn't have let the silence go on as long as it had with someone they couldn't get a read on, but this was important. Plus David took longer to consider the facts than Darlin did, and it had taken them a few days to really grasp the meaning of it.

"So that's your reasoning why you want to make sure Alexis doesn't even come close to our territory?" David asked slowly. Carefully. Darlin nodded and forced their hands to relax in their lap. They didn't look away as David met their gaze. He sighed softly and ran a hand over his face, and it took more focus to relax their body. "I can try, but I'm not having another Quinn incident. But maybe I can talk to William. Does Sam know you told me?"

That had been an interesting conversation. Sam had said that if he was being adopted into the pack because Darlin and him were mates, David should probably know. Darlin had to mention that secrets were difficult to keep, but the conversation had kind of faded off as Darlin remembered their return to Dahlia not being as quiet as they hoped. But Sam had assured them that if David told someone it was for a good reason. It was Sam's story to share and consent to sharing, so for once the stubborn shifter didn't put up much of a fight.

They nodded before standing up, grabbing their coat as they did. "Yeah. He also said he trusts you to share it as necessary." They added before walking away. They probably shouldn't feel relief at being able to get away from the intimidating presence that was David Shaw and their alpha, but stepping outside into the cold air helped with that. They grabbed their phone to send an update to their mate.

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David sat down on the couch, adjusting to lay his head in Angel's lap. They glanced down at him for a second before their eyes quickly returned to the screen in front of them. If David had to hear Kratos say 'boy' one more time, he was going to fucking lose it. Bad enough that Angel was copying the speaking mannerisms of Atreus because, and he quotes, 'You kinda speak like Kratos, Davey. All grumbly and only when necessary.'

"What's wrong Davey?" Angel asked, skipping past the story that Mimir was trying to share. They were speedrunnning the prequel to Ragnarok before actually playing it. Davey glanced toward the TV, letting the graphics distract him for a moment before answering.

"What do you know about how vampires become a vampire?" He asked. He got what he was expecting, something similar to the Hollywood bullshit. Which probably meant turning wasn't discussed in the "super secret" mates group chat. Considering the circumstances, he wasn't surprised. "Not quite. Can you pause the game for a second, Angel? This is important." David was far from a teacher, but he gave the lecture of how turning occurred from his own knowledge to his mate. Angel nodded by the end of it, fiddling with the controller in their hands.

"Okay. So what about it?" They asked. David didn't even hesitate. Sam was friends with Angel and trusted David to share it. And keeping secrets from his mate wasn't something he was strongly in the habit of. He didn't go too much into detail like Darlin had when telling him, since it was Sam's choice to share what he wanted, but he gave the basic rundown. Angel sat there for a moment before a scowl darkened their features. "I'm about to beat someone's ass. Who was the mega bitch that did that to my Sammy?"

Ignoring the possessive phrasing... "Alexis Solaire. Apparently the first known progeny of William." He answered as he sat up. Angel set down the controller as they turned to face the window. David watched with a raised eyebrow at the force choke they sent towards the glass pane.

"Squish her head like a grape at a three year olds birthday." His mate muttered.

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David let his beta know as well, already running under the assumption that Asher would tell his mate. Asher had a more mature reaction than Angel, instead setting his jaw and nodding. He would need Asher's help with keeping Alexis away from their borders anyways.

"Hey David? Is there something the Department can do about it?" Asher asked as David sat at his desk. David looked up and shook his head.

"Maybe if Sam had been uninformed and unempowered. But he wasn't and this was over a decade ago. There's not really anything else DUMP can do, unfortunately." He said. It warmed his heart the way that his beta was trying to find some kind of solution. But that wasn't the way the world worked all of the time. Asher growled to himself and started to pace.

"There has to be something. That's really fucked up, and Sam is an awesome guy." David rubbed his eyes and leaned back in his chair with a soft grunt of agreement.

"Yeah. But DUMP is more focused on protecting the unempowered from us. Remember the information about that bridging incident at DAMN? DUMP didn't do much about that either." It was kind of different considering the limits in jurisdiction, but while the Department complained about covert breaches and keeping information close to the vest, good people were getting hurt. David didn't like it either, but that's just how it went sometimes.

"Does Milo and Stealth know? They both know more about the inner workings of the Department than you and me." Asher suggested. David shook his head.

"It's you and I, Ash. Not you and me. Anyways, the only ones that know are Tank, Angel, me, and you and your mate. That's it. I'm sure vamps within Sam's clan know too, but I'm not going to just assume, nor ask." David corrected. "But you can tell Milo and his mate if you want, just make sure they know that this doesn't get shared, okay? If they come up with an idea, we can bring it up with Sam and William." Asher was already on his phone before David was finished talking.

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"I can't really find much of a trace of any report. Just some information about the Solaire clan gaining a member." Sweetheart said into the phone as they scrolled through information on the computer screen. They heard Milo sigh.

"I guess that makes some sense. It don't exactly seem like the kinda thing someone would wanna talk about a billion times during reporting." Milo said. Sweetheart stood up from their desk and grabbed their bag, heading out of their office.

"That's true. But I also might be restricted since my team doesn't really focus on vampiric incidents unless it becomes a bigger risk. There aren't any reports of Alexis doing the same thing to someone else, so it was likely labeled as a one time situation and pushed under the rug if it was reported in full." They could hear Milo huff and they clicked their tongue as they waved to the receptionist and exited the building. This certainly wouldn't endear their career to their mate any further, but it was the truth. And Sweetheart didn't have the authority to open a cold case like Sam's to their higher ups.

"Well I guess the best we can do is just show Sam that he ain't alone. As much as I wanna do more. Apparently William agreed to invoke Alexis to keep her away from our territory so that's somethin." Sweetheart nodded in agreement to Milo's words as they started up their car.

"I'll be home soon. I love you."

"Love ya too, Sweetheart."

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"Are you sure that your alpha won't mind me being here, Darlin?" Sam asked, his hands in his pockets. Darlin shook their head. It was Sam's first casual pack meeting he was going to, but Darlin was sure that it would be fine. Did they accidentally forget to mention that Sam would be there to David? Yes. But it was fine, right?

Sam held open the door for them but before they could walk in, Angel popped out. Their face lit up when they saw Sam.

"You're here! Can I hug you?" They asked. Sam glanced at Darlin, surprised confusion in his eyes. Angel was more of the type to just pounce on their friends and bear hug them. It took Sam by surprise the first time and he had stiffened. Angel had either not noticed or pretended not to.

"Uh yeah. Sure I guess." He answered. Darlin could hear the small tinge of relief in his voice and watched quietly as Angel hugged Sam with a grin.

"Come on, I'm showing Davey how to put on cosplay makeup." Sam and Darlin entered after Angel and Darlin's gaze immediately went to David. He looked absolutely miserable as Angel returned to David.

The meeting continued how it usually did, but it didn't escape Sam's notice how the mates and their respective shifters treated him. It wasn't bad, and not a major change so everyone would notice. But he was asked more if they could touch him. It made the southern vampire glance over at his own shifter mate more than a few times, but Darlin always just responded with a small shrug.

The meeting winded down to an end earlier than usual as Sweetheart mentioned that 'Some of us have to be awake early for paperwork Mister Alpha sir!' It brought a chuckle out of everyone and Sam got up to leave, glancing at his watch. He still had a good chunk of time before the sky would start lightening in preparation for the sun to crest over the horizon. He missed watching them, but... Sam sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Hey Sam? Can I talk to you about something?" A gentle voice said. He looked at the Stealth in front of him, Milo behind them. Darlin was talking to David about something, he wasn't going to pry, and he nodded his head. He followed the two out of the building, smiling gently at the curse that left Milo's mouth from the shock of the cold. Temperature didn't really have a strong effect on him anymore, but he could tell that there was a drastic difference between the warmth of the building and the cold night air from outside.

"Is this about how y'all are acting different?" Sam started. Stealth's hand moved in a side-to-side gesture as their lips twisted into an awkward smile.

"Kinda? I'm not exactly sure how to bring this up, so please pardon me if I fuck it up. But you're aware that Darlin told David some intel-" They were interrupted by Milo.

"Jesus Sweetheart, you don't gotta dance around." He said it lighthearted and earned an elbow from the investigator. "What we're tryna say is that David told Ash and me, therefore our mates by extension, y'know?" Sam nodded. He had assumed that, and he understood. "The only reason Sweetheart and myself were clued in was because Ash and David wanted to see if the Department could do anything about it." Milo added and Sam nodded again, slower this time.

"Unfortunately there's not much we can do, but I can help you file the magical equivalent of a restraining order against her if you want." Sweetheart added, their voice quiet. Sam thought about it for a moment.

"Why would you want to go through all that paperwork? I know it would be more than normal considering all the time that's passed." Sam said and he watched as the Stealth's gaze flickered towards the window. He followed the gaze and saw the remaining pack members inside, messing around.

"It's shitty what happened and I can't imagine how alone you must've felt. I just... we all just want to help you whatever way we can because you aren't alone anymore. We're here for you too, and any of us are at your disposal if you ever need something, Sam." The Stealth said as their gaze returned to Sam. He could feel a lump form in his throat and he swallowed around it, smiling instead.

"I appreciate that. I really do. But the extra work isn't necessary. If... if I ever change my mind, I'll make sure to send you a holler." Sam saw them nod before Darlin exited.

"They're loud and I'm tired, can we go now Sam?" They complained, eying Milo like the other shifter might try to stop Darlin from leaving. Milo laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender. Sam looked back towards the window, a laugh of his own bubbling up at the sight of Asher, his mate, and Angel pressing their faces against the glass as David rubbed his temples behind them.

Not alone anymore. He liked that.

"Yeah, we can go if you'd like Darlin."

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I hope this lived up to expectations! I had a lot of fun writing it. Also I'm sorry it's kinda late lol

[thekadster]

we will not give up on love now (a jackcrutchie songfic)

Fandom: Newsies (All Media Types)

Word Count: 2,279  

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: Inspired by Orpheus - Sara Bareilles. My first time writing Jackcrutchie, it was pretty fun :D

❝ Of course, Jack was happy that he finally got his dream, even more so that he got to share it with his best friend. A chance at a better life was something that kept a lot of newsies going, and for him, it was Santa Fe.

Even so, they couldn't help but reminisce. ❞

(@himbos-hotline i did the thing :0)

also read it on ao3!

After a long day, Jack and Crutchie were glad to be sitting by the fireplace. They had just finished dinner several minutes ago and were now unwinding over warm tea.

It had been two months since they’d moved to Santa Fe, and they’d been adjusting quite nicely. The two of them had new jobs and worked at a pace that was more to their liking. As such, they had more time to explore the town for leisure, rather than for selling papes.

“Say, Jack– you ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice?”

He tilted his head at the unusual names and shrugged. “No, why?”

“They’s part of a Greek myth,” replied Crutchie, shifting on his end of the couch. “Davey told me a long time ago, and I read about it again in the library today.”

“What’d they do?” asked Jack. “They heroes or somethin’?”

He shook his head. “Not really. Maybe Orpheus, the guy was a poet. He was real good at music, too; the best anyone ‘ad ever heard,” he explained. “Eurydice was the girl – a nymph – and they fell in love. They got married an’ such, but it wasn’t long ‘til she died from a snakebite.”

Jack frowned. “Jeez.”

“That ain’t where it ends.”

“Oh, my bad. Go on.”

Crutchie smiled. “Orpheus travelled to the underworld to bring back his wife. Of course, it was dangerous, bein’ where souls go after people die an’ whatnot. But his music was so good that it made everythin’ stand still, and he gots through without a scratch.”

Jack’s eyes widened. He nodded for him to continue.

“Yeah! And it even made the king of the underworld cry; name’s Hades, if I’m rememberin’ right,” he spoke. “He and his wife Persephone agreed to let the two of ‘em get back to the normal world. But there was a catch: Orpheus couldn’t look behind to see if she was followin’ behind.”

“Hold on, but don’t that mean Hades could’ve just tricked ‘im?” asked Jack.

“And that’s exactly what he thought!” He watched the way Crutchie’s eyes lit up from both the excitement and the flicker of the fireplace. “As they was makin’ their way back, he couldn’t help but doubt if she was really there or not. Even if they’d left together, he couldn’t even feel her followin’.

“And so, just before they was about to step out, he caved and did what he knew he shouldn’t. He turned around, and Eurydice fell all the way back down to the start.”

They were silent for a while. Jack’s eyes drifted to the dancing reds and oranges of the fireplace. “Well, that sucks.”

Crutchie frowned and shrugged. “Yeah…It’s a sad story.”

“‘S that it?” He looked at the boy beside him. “Did he try goin’ back again?”

“They wouldn’t let him back in no more,” he answered.

“Damn. Poor guy,” mumbled Jack. “Why couldn’t he just hold her hand?”

“I…ain’t really sure about that one,” chuckled Crutchie. “Probably ‘cause she was a ghost?”

“But how about callin’ out Marco Polo? Or lettin’ her walk in front of him? Literally any other way could’ve saved their asses!”

“I don’t know!”

The painter sighed and leaned back in his seat. “Case in point: Orpheus is an idiot.”

“Hey–”

Crutchie lightly nudged him and the two laughed. Jack was always one to make people laugh, especially if it was his best friend. Even if they were a bit older and living in a new city, he found that some things never change.

The blonde leaned forward and raised his cup of tea to his lips. “Would you ‘ave turned around?”

Jack paused and tilted his head. “I guess not, no. If Hades was a man of his word – and he was – then I’d just ‘ave to trust him. And ‘course– I mean, it’s my wife; I gotta be strong for her. I gotta find some way to get through it.”

“You’d play Marco Polo on the way up?” he joked.

“Exactly. Or y’know, just run straight out of the underworld.”

Crutchie chuckled.

“How ‘bout you?” asked Jack, pouring his own tea. “You think you’d do it?”

The boy bit his lip and hummed. “Eh…I dunno,” he replied. “I’d like to think not, but I can only imagine what it felt like. I dunno why he doubted if she was really there or not, but I’d probably think of somethin’.”

Jack nodded. “Eh, fair. Must’ve been hard for the guy.”

The two grew quiet, taking in the subtle sounds of the evening. Even two months after moving, they weren’t used to nights this…calm. The world seemed to go by more slowly after the sun went down. They didn’t have to be anywhere else after dinner, which allowed them to kick back and enjoy a warm drink after a long day. And with a place to call their own, no one could tell them otherwise.

Of course, Jack was happy that he finally got his dream, even more so that he got to share it with his best friend. A chance at a better life was something that kept a lot of newsies going, and for him, it was Santa Fe. He first heard about it as a child from his father. His old man described it as a dusty desert town with kind folks and a wide-open sea of stars. It was a childhood fairytale that he stubbornly held on to; a promise he swore to keep to both his family and friends that he’d get out of New York and start anew. That he and Crutchie would be more than just newsboys.

Even so, he couldn’t help but reminisce.

“Say – and sorry if this is a bit weird – but you ever think of turnin’ around?” 

Crutchie looked at him. “Well, not really; I feel like if I was Orpheus, I’d be pretty–”

“No, no, I ain’t talkin’ bout him.” Jack waved his hand. “I mean like turnin’ around. Like goin’-back-to-New-York kinda turnin’ around.”

He paused and his mouth gaped. “Oh…”

He thought about it for a moment. Their old life in the city certainly wasn’t perfect, let alone envied, but it wasn’t all bad. A part of him missed the tall buildings, the streets, the Lodging House, the fire escape. He missed the selling spots, Jacobi’s Deli, Medda’s theater. And more than anything, he missed the people who made New York so special.

He missed the newsies – both of them did. They were their siblings who somehow, someway found a family. The kids who braved through every day with a smile, or at least a little bit of hope. He also missed people like Miss Medda, who he saw a little bit of in the kind folks of Santa Fe.

The world had often been cold and cruel to kids like them. New York was no exception, but he and Jack felt like they’d found a soft place to land within its gritty, grimy walls.

Crutchie swallowed a lump in his throat. “Well…not really, I guess,” he replied, finding his voice. “I’ve thought about what’d happen if we didn’t move at all, and life would just go on like it used to. We’d still be newsies and we’s workin’ on the streets until we’re too old to. I don’t think I wanna do that forever.”

He chuckled to himself. He turned to Jack, his eyes distant as he held his warm mug of tea.

Crutchie studied his expression. “Do you…ever think of turnin’ around?”

The other boy blinked. “What– no, ‘course not!” he replied. He smiled and gestured to the house, their house. “I mean, we been dreamin’ of this for so long, and we finally got it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but…”

Jack grew silent, his smile faltering. He stared off as his mind searched for the right words, grasping for something that was only almost there.

Crutchie raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. He followed his lover’s gaze and found that he wasn’t staring at the fireplace, but at the framed pictures sitting on the mantle. Pictures of their friends, of their family.

His expression softened. “Jack…”

The painter was quiet.

“You miss them, too, don’tcha?” asked Crutchie.

It took a moment for him to respond. “Just ain’t used to not seein’ em everyday,” he sighed. “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout them sometimes.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He shifted a bit in his seat. “I mean, we’s been together for pretty much our whole lives; it’s pretty hard not to.”

“Yeah, but–” The brunet sighed and gestured to the photos. “You’d think after two months I would’ve started thinkin’ of ‘em less. It’s like I’m always wondering what the fellas are up to, whether they’re okay or not.

“I miss bein’ with ‘em. Sometimes, I catch myself wantin’ to be a newsie again, like the old days. Like I wanna be there where they are, but I also don’t wanna go back, but I wanna see them again?”

He groaned and leaned back into the couch. He couldn’t pinpoint what he was feeling, for the life of him.

He wasn’t one to dwell on the past, but for the past few days, he was plagued with how things once were. Just before daybreak, he swore he almost heard the chime of the morning bell. In the bright afternoon sun, he remembered walking with his friends down familiar city streets. Memories flew back to him in warm meals and baked bread and newspapers and postcards. They lived in laughter and lampposts and paintbrushes, and the ghost of his newsies’ footsteps followed him like a shadow. It was almost as if he could turn around, and they would be right there.

Crutchie’s mouth stretched into a thin line, his finger drumming on the mug in thought. Before he could respond, Jack interrupted him.

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled.

“No, it ain’t,” insisted the other boy. “Maybe…Maybe it ain’t such a bad thing.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Whaddaya mean?”

“Missin’ the newsies,” he answered. “It’s normal you’d miss ‘em after all this time; you was their leader, for Pete’s sake!”

“But I kinda feel like I’m supposed to just…move on. I finally got what I wanted, movin’ here. Shouldn’t I be happier? I’m sure Manhattan’s doin’ fine, what with Race takin’ over.”

“But they miss you.” Crutchie put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “They miss us, I bet just as much as we miss them. We’s been a family for this long; I’m sure it’s takin’ em some time to get used to us not bein’ there, too. It’s…hard sayin’ goodbye like that.”

Jack's eyes didn’t meet his, still deep in thought.

“But we’re here now.”

The blonde softly held his hand and laced their fingers together. Jack looked over at him. Crutchie’s eyes were soft and warm, like the glow the fire cast on the room, tracing their features. They were familiar, like the city lights he’d always see from the fire escape.

“It’s hard goin’ back now,” he added. “But we’s here, you and me. We wanted to be here, and we made that choice. It ain’t wrong that you’re missin’ New York, and it ain’t wrong that we moved away. It’s just what we ‘ad to do.

“And maybe, right now, that’s all that matters.”

Jack’s mind lingered on those words for a while. The noise in his mind seemed to die down a little. At that moment, the world felt more quiet. He finally paid enough attention to notice the crackle of the fireplace and the subtle song of the crickets outside. Something of a warm feeling began to stir in his chest as his eyes traced the little details and dents in the walls. He looked down at his hand – his hand intertwined with Crutchie’s – and the beginnings of a smile formed on his face.

He ran a thumb over the back of the other boy’s palm. “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Wonder if they’re thinkin’ ‘bout us right now.”

“They probably are,” replied Crutchie. “You sent ‘em a postcard this week, right?”

“Yeah. They haven’t written back, though.”

He shrugged. “Maybe they’re just busy.”

“Probably. Just hope they’s doin’ okay.”

“They’ll be fine.” Crutchie gently squeezed his hand and smiled. “We’ll be fine, Jack.”

The brunet sighed to himself and smiled back. “Yeah…I think we will.” He leaned down and kissed the back of his boy’s hand. “And, for the record, I’m glad you came with me.”

Crutchie giggled. “Just glad to be here.”

This new chapter in their life felt strange but pleasant. It was like a weight, familiar like a friend, finally lifted off of their shoulders. It wasn’t gone entirely; they still had to work, after all. Much of it was carried away by the old western breeze, but more importantly, they were there to carry it together.

Nothing was ever the same ever since they got on that train out of New York. Hell, nothing had ever really been the same ever since they both agreed to move to Santa Fe. But as they sat in silence with their heads leaned on one another, they thought that maybe it was for the best. As much as they were once newsies – and always would be, at heart – they both knew that old city couldn’t box them in for too long.

Maybe the myth would turn out different this time. They wouldn’t turn around, and instead bring along their memories like old songs. They would go into the underworld singing, and return just the same.

Maybe the present – maybe love was worth holding onto.

[mo1kkia]

One Piece Review 136-236

I am back guys!!! I finally got out of my anime watching funk and finally resumed watching One Piece. ( Part of me was also just waiting for Netflix to catch up) For reference this covers all of Skypiea and the beginning of Water 7.

I'm not going to lie I watched a majority of Skypiea pre me stopping for months. I'm gonna refer to the bad guy as Eneru rather than Enel just because thats what the dub called him. Overall I thought Skypiea was a pretty cool and interesting arc. But it felt a little dragged out towards the end, probably also due to my anxious ass not being able to handle the uncertainty.

Also its during these 100 episodes that I think Robin has solidified herself as my favorite female strawhat and I think overall Strawhat for now. I still love Nami because she is also a bad ass.

After Skypiea and Eneru flys off to the moon, it was that small side G-8 arc which in till I googled it is like the fifth thing of filler. Anyways I also liked G-8's arc while nothing notable happened, it had some good laughs. Ooo wait I remember when Chopper was trying to act tuff and scary and you see Zoro just clapping sarcastically.

I really wanted to talk about the Foxy arc since it was what I had watched over the past two days. I love that on the long ring long island you have to stretch out the name of animals to emphasize how looooonnnng they are. But I've never felt more annoyed. I only felt it for maybe the first two episodes of the actual davey back fight because I hate blatant cheating. You would have thought I was a Strawhat pirate at risk of being taken.

I am weak for Chopper cause literally every time he tears up I either cry with him or want to protect him with my life.

I think Nami really is the voice of the team sometimes because sometimes the others get lost in their naivety or their strength. Robin is also grounded in reality like Nami but Nami is actively vocal of setting the boys straight.

Currently my favorite male One Piece is Sanji. I have no clue as to why I am gravitating to him as of late.

[Random side note Lucci's hair looks majestic. I also literally don't trust Kaku he just looks sus]

Besties I really thought Usopp wanting to leave was a joke, like I was in denial the whole episode. The scene were Usopp thought Luffy was joking about the ship, was me when he said I'm out. I am in literal tears. Chopper's cries. What's even worse is like I understand both sides. I couldn't even watch ep.236. I know Sanji and Zoro are right being level headed but I am an over emotional wreck.

Until next time boys

[dollscircus]

It called out my name.

Part one part two

Yandere!Quinn x Darlin and Davey

Words;

Summary; Darlin’s mind is breaking. Their alpha isn’t doing any better.

Tw; kidnapping, violence, angst no comfort. Hallucinations.

@myanettes This was sitting in my drafts for a whole day.

The wolf didn’t move, they stayed in the same spot the whole night. However, the bird’s corpse was sitting at the end of the bed. Blood staining white feathers. Darlin stopped looking at it after a while, they paid attention to the cat as he sniffed around the room before settling on the bed. Curling up by their neck like he was trying to comfort Darlin. The wolf stood after a while and began to pace around the room.

Stop pacing.

The wolf glanced over to Darlin, letting out an annoyed snort.

“When you sleep.” He said.

I said no. David.

“I’m not your alpha.”

Clearly.

“Go to sleep, Tank.”

Darlin fought every instinct. Their body screamed for rest, begging for some kind of release. Sleep or death? Either one. Adjusting their body, Darlin didn’t want to. They didn’t want to sleep. Quinn is going to be there. They know he will be. He will. He’s always there.

“Sleep Darlin.” Darlin couldn’t tell where the second voice came from as they faded but it was Sam’s. He had his old loving tone when he spoke to them before.

Ok, fine. I’ll sleep Sammy.

They like being right. They enjoy when they are proved right about something but god dammit they hated being right that morning. They woke up. Their body still hurt. The wolf was gone. Quinn was there. His arms wrapped around their body, his face buried in the crook of their neck and his body pressed against theirs. How the fuck did Quinn get that muzzle back on their face without the waking up.

“I’m glad you’re sleeping now.” Quinn hummed when he felt Darlin’s pulse pick up, “I was worried.” His hand was toying with their hair, while another trailed over their body. Their shirt had ridden up, Quinn ran his fingers along Darlin’s scars. Every so often he would touch a scar and chuckle. “I did that one and that one. I think this one two.”

I’m going to cut your fingers off.

“I need to move.” Darlin said, their voice sounded strange to them. It was devoid of emotions. Quinn moved his wandering hand to rest on their collar bone, playfully drumming his fingers. “Just let me walk around.”

He leant up and looked down at Darlin, poor thing looked so tired. He raised an eyebrow and glanced over to chains.

“Say please.”

Actually, I think I’ll rip your tongue out or maybe cut your balls off.

“Please.”

He hadn’t slept much since Tank had taken, David had worked day and night to find them. The pack was helping of course but nothing could be found, Tank and Quinn scent couldn’t be followed; David guessed Quinn had used some kind of car. Carrying a pissed off wolf anywhere could draw attention. He saw in his office staring at papers scattered on the desk, each containing information about Quinn but nothing that had any useful information. He rested his head in his hands, god he was tired but he couldn’t sleep until he had found them. This was his fault after all.

They knew Quinn had come back to town but Tank assured him they would be safe. Quinn didn’t know where their new home was yet their home was wrecked. They assured him that they’d call him if anything happened yet nothing. Dammit, he should’ve forced Tank to stay with someone. Anyone. Milo and Asher volunteered but Tank didn’t want to on the account they live with their mates but David should’ve just drug their ass out of that apartment and forced them to stay with someone. Hell, even staying with Sam would’ve been fine. But they didn’t and now they're gone.

David hadn’t even noticed when Angel came into the room until they stood next to the desk and were gently rubbing their hand over his back. David jolted slightly in surprise while glancing over to Angel.

“Davey.” They started, “Get some rest.”

“Not until I find them.” David ran a hand over his face, Angel thought he looked so tired but they kept that thought in their head.

“When you find them, you need to be 100 percent.” They said in the softest voice they could muster, “You’ll find them but right now you need to sleep.”

David’s expression twisted for a moment clenching his eyes shut and groaning. They were right but the thought of his prank member at Quinn’s mercy for another night made him sick to his stomach but he had no other choice.

He woke up from a nightmare that night. He didn’t remember what it was about.

They knew where they were. They fucking knew. Quinn kept a hand on Darlin at all times as he basically walked them around the house. The house looked like it was breaking apart aside from the room Darlin was kept in. It was completely empty with bordered up windows that stopped all sunlight from getting through. However, Darlin knew where they were.

Darlin often spent a lot of their time after joining the Shaw pack exploring. They enjoyed exploring the forests particularly, they found an abandoned house in one. Darlin spent a lot of afternoon in that house. That would make things easier.

They had stopped listening to Quinn as he moved them around the house, he was talking but Darlin blocked it out. The cat hovered by Darlin’s feet the whole time, hissing every so often. Darlin acted weaker than they actually were, stumbling and leaning on Quinn for support. It made them sick to do so but for this to work, Quinn needed to be caught off guard.

Thinking about it, the plan probably wasn’t going to work. It had holes and it relied on chance. Darlin learnt their head against Quinns shoulder, he seemed a little surprised at first but leaned back into it. Darlin felt their stomach churn.

The idea came about from a memory. Darlin was messing around like normal in the house and accidentally broke a whole in the outside wall. How they did that doesn’t matter. What matters is that the shitty bored Darlin nailed to the wall was still there.

Darlin glanced down to the cat, he still stood by their feet. The cat had been cuddling with them the night before, even accidentally touching a wound. He had Darlin scent and blood on him. They just need someone to find him. Sam or David. Anyone. The plan was silly but Darlin’s sleep derived mind couldn’t come up with anything else.

As Quinn guided them past the patched up hole, Darlin actually heard what he said.

“You’re being so behaved.”

That’s not going to last long.

“Maybe if you keep behaving, I’ll let you go outside.”

You and I both know you won't do that.

As they walked past the hole, Darlin kicked it. Hard. The old work splintered as a stream of light flooded into the room, Quinn was quickly throwing himself back away from the sunlight. Roughly pulling the wolf with him. Darlin lost their balance and hit the floor. The cat ran through the gap in the wall and into the forest.

At least he ran, that was one part done. Darlin couldn’t help but smirk when an angry Quinn grasped their throat and yelled. Uh, that was the first time he had yelled. Frankly, Darlin would rather have Quinn yelling at them. The sickly sweet bullshit was worse.

“What-“ He stammered slightly, “What did that even accomplish?”

Darlin kept their mouth shut and the vampire tossed them around. Didn’t fight when he basically pulled them down back to the room. Didn’t struggle as he bolted them back to the wall. Didn’t let out a sound and he fed. Quinn wasn’t gentle when he fed yet Darlin didn’t make a sound. They needed as much energy as they could.

They hoped their plan would work. They just hoped the cat could get back to their apartment.

[we-are-inevitable]

i rly fuckin love that restaurant au… pls speak on the javey of it all !! @jack-kellys

ohhh the javey of it all …. no but this javey slays.

at first, they like each other! they get along well, and davey doesn’t have any problems with jack. jack is efficient and cares about the quality of the food he’s putting out, which in turn makes david’s tips that much better, so their professional relationship is good. they don’t really know each other that well, but they respect each other. they both see each other busting ass to make sure the restaurant runs smoothly, and everything is good in the world.

but then david comes into work pissed off, and he snaps at jack for one of his appetizers taking too long and a table complaining about it, and all hell breaks loose. for the entirety of that shift, their snapping at each other, making snide remarks, and davey always mutters insults as he leaves the kitchen, because who the fuck does jack think he is? gordon fucking ramsay? appetizers don’t take that fucking long and jack should just get his head out of his ass and god, when davey is pissed, davey is pissed.

the animosity between them continues for three days. they’re both too prideful to admit that they were wrong, or apologize, and it all comes to a head when david is taking the trash out after a closing shift and jack just so happens to be outside chatting with some of the line cooks. when david is walking back to the restaurant from the dumpsters, jack sees him, and they make eye contact, and david could easily ignore him, but where’s the fun in that?

“You know, we have an entire restaurant to clean. Maybe you should stop the chitchat and get back in there with the rest of us and actually do something.”

“Oh, so cooking over two hundred meals today- that’s not doin’ somethin’? Cleaning an entire fucking kitchen ain’t doin’ somethin’? Kitchen closed thirty minutes ago, Jacobs. We’ve already done all of our shit. Maybe if you would do your fucking closing tasks early, you wouldn’t—“

“I just got my ass handed to me by a table for sweeping while they were in the dining room, asshat! I can’t fucking clean the bathrooms and keep track of three four tops! Not this late! You want me to start closing the restaurant early? Fucking fine. I’d like to see you buss a goddamn table.”

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve been nothin’ but a dick the past few days—“

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to be pissed off? Is that what you’re saying? You think you’re so goddamn important that you’re the only one allowed to have a problem with anyone else?! Listen, asshole, you’re not as perfect as you think you are. You think I need to put my ego in check?! That’s rich coming from— Mmph!“

long story short, the entire time they’ve been arguing like this, they’ve been moving closer and closer until they’re essentially chest to chest, and one minute they’re bickering and the next they’re making out with david pressed against the brick wall and jack holding him there.

that’s kind of their normal for a bit. they argue, they fight, they make out behind the restaurant when david takes the trash out and this ends up being the gateway into their relationship. it doesn’t last forever, maybe just a month or so before, surprise! they’re having deep talks in jack’s bed and falling head over ass in love with each other because, wooow, there’s actually a nice person buried under all of the dickish remarks and bitchy comments

from then on, there’s a shift in the arguments that they have in the kitchen. they’re more snarky than mean, and they flash a lot more smiles at each other; it’s clear to the two of them that they’re just messing around now, because that shift also made them communicate normally when something goes wrong. they don’t yell and scream at each other anymore, which kind of tips charlie off that there’s something going on.

they go as long as possible without disclosing their relationship, just because they know there might be some power imbalance allegations around the restaurant- jack is a seasoned chef here, after all, and david is the newest addition to the team (despite having more serving experience than most of the others on the waitstaff). when they finally tell charlie (only because he caught them riding to work together even though they live on opposite sides of town), it’s a little rocky at first but charlie knows that they’re professional enough to do what they need to do and not ruin it for everyone else.

their relationship is solid as a rock after telling charlie, though. sure, they have their differences, and arguments happen, but it’s nothing they can’t work through (and besides, their arguments lead to great makeout sessions, so it’s not that awful). everyone else finds out about the relationship about a month or so after charlie, and the rest is history!

jack and davey go from being the most annoying and bitchy enemies to being a solid team in the restaurant. obviously they don’t give each other special treatment on the job, but they work a lot better as a team, and that only gets better as david is promoted to the lead server position!!!

the restaurant closes on the day of their wedding bc so many people requested for that day off lmfao

[1-800-hellraiser]

The Other Side Of Paradise

Requested by: No one

Words: 1,841

Aged up: Nope 

Song: The Other Side Of Paradise- Glass Animals

Genre: Angst with a happy ending 

Pairing: David x Counselor!Reader

!TWS!: A small bit of swearing and mentions of suicide and manslaughter at the end. 

(A/n: This chapter is kind of an alternate ending to The Order Of The Sparrow (s1ep12). Essentially what I think would happen if another counselor (aka Y/n) was there with David and Max. Also sorry if Max is a bit ooc, I can't write him well.)

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"I know you don't but I, I know you don't but I still try. My thunder shook him down. My thunder came and shook him down."

      When things couldn't get any worse, it started down pouring. "David, just let it go." Gwen says, standing beside you. "No no no! I can still light it, You'll see!" David says, as he goes back to trying to light the bonfire. The kids just stare at David with bewilderment. You hear Neil say "I can't belive I frenched a platypus for this!" Gwen sighs and starts herding the kids into the mess hall. "Come on kids...you coming, Y/n?" She asked, you shook your head. "I'll call for you if anything happens." You say as Gwen nods. 

    "Y/n! You understand, right?" David asks you with a desperate tone. "I do David, but-" you cut yourself off with a sigh, not knowing how to word the next sentence. You crouch down next to David, as he still tries to light the fire. You're about to speak but a certain jaded ten-year-old cuts you off. "Well David, you were right! This is amazing." You glare at Max, standing across from where David is crouching. "Max, you should be in the mess hall with Gwen," you say to the child. "If I could just, show you." David says, with a hurt look on his face. 

      "Do you really think a big fire and an outdated and honestly racist tradition is going to make anyone care about anything?" Max questions sarcastically. "Max..." you warn the small Indian boy. You stand up from your crouching position and kneel in front of Max. "If you don't go to the mess hall this instant, you will have double chores for a week and no pudding cups for the rest of the month. Got it?" You explain in a stern, yet calm voice. Max rolls his eyes and makes his way to the mess hall. You sigh and go back to David.

     "I just wish people understood." David mumbles after an extended period of silence. "I may not understand what you're going though, but I understand what you're doing for the kids. It's admiring that you put in one hundred percent every day for these kids." You say, putting your s/t hand on David's shoulder. You feel his shoulders sag under your touch, your heart sinks to your feet. "It's just...times have changed. Whether I like it or not. The campers don't care, Gwen doesn't care, even the founder of this place has better things to do. That's why I'll never stop trying. Because somebody fucking has to." David says, you stare at him in disbelief.

         "Davey, please...why don't we do this tomorrow? The wood won't be wet and you need a break from the kids." David sighs and nods his head. You two both get up and you walk David to the cabin. It wasn't exactly the end of the day just yet so Gwen was still in the mess hall with the kids. After you drop David off at the counselors cabin, you tell him you'll be right back. You open the doors to the mess hall and walk over to Gwen. Gwen was ranting to the kids about how they should respect David and everything he does to keep them safe and happy. 

       "Hey Gwen, just wanted to let you know David is at the counselor's cabin and he's taking a break from the camp tomorrow." You say, Gwen nods in agreement and continues to talk to the kids. You duck out of the mess hall and make your way back to the cabin. You open the cabin and notice that David is sitting in his bed, running a lanky hand through his hair. You gently close the door and sit next to him. Putting your hand on his back, you rub comforting circles into his back. David lets out a shakey sigh, "I just wanted to show them something cool, and they don't even care...what's the point anymore?" You almost stopped rubbing David's back when he says that.

     "I mean, the kids don't care, Gwen doesn't care, Mr. Campbell doesn't care, you don't care, what's the point?" David sighs out, tears welling in his eyes. "David look at me." You say, putting a finger under his chin and gently moving his head to make eye contact with you. "I couldn't care more about you and everything you do for this god forsaken camp and these kids." You say, wiping a tear from David's eye. Without warning, David envelops you in a hug, sobbing uncontrollably into your shoulder. You continue to rub his back with one hand and you start to run tour hands through his hair with the other. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear, trying to get him to calm down. 

    After an hour of consoling him, David falls asleep in your arms. You gently move him onto his bed and pull his blanket over him. Gwen came into the counselor's cabin about a half hour ago. You tell her you'll be right back, as you forgot something in the mess hall. You exit the cabin and see Max, leaning on the right side of the door. "Max, what are you doing up past eight? You've been here long enough to know no-one can roam around past eight pm." You question, Max sighs.

     "Yeah I know the stupid rules, I just wanted to talk real quick." You cross your arms and raise a brow at him. "Okay, walk and talk with me, I forgot something at the mess hall." You say as you proceed towards the mess hall. "I know how hypocritical this sounds coming from me, but I feel...bad. Bad about what I said to David earlier. And I want to make it up to him." Max says hesitantly. "Go on..." you say, pushing him to continue. "I want to do the dumb 'Order Of The Sparrow' thing." You smile, and ruffle Max's hair. He grumbles and sho's your hand away from his hair. 

        "Wait, Max, how are we going to do this if the other campers don't know?" You ask, looking down at the ten year old boy. "After Gwen left, I talked them into doing it. We'll wake up at the ass-crack of dawn and Preston will make the outfits and I already taped the staff back together. You just have to let Gwen know about the plan and wake David up at around five thirty am. Got it?" Max finishes, you nod. "Yes I got it, now get to bed kiddo, we have a big day tomorrow." You say, walking into the mess hall.  You return back to the cabin, Gwen is awake and writing in her journal, and David is still passed out. Perfect. You let Gwen know about the suprise and ask her if she'd be willing to do it. She agrees and you both head to bed. 

        "Wake up Davey." You whisper, gently shaking his shoulder. His eyes flutter open "wh- Y/n? Why are you up? It's five thirty, we don't get up until six. " You blush at how deep David's morning voice is "I know today's you're day off, but I have a suprise for you!" You whisper excitedly. David rolls out of bed and you take a black piece of fabric put it across Davids eyes. "Y-y/n?" "It's a pretty big suprise, don't worry, I'll guide you there." You say as you take Davids hand and lead him out of the counselors cabin and back to the bonfire pit from last night. 

    As you and David make it too the spot, you quietly motion for everyone to get into position. Nikki shoots and arrow past David as you're taking his blindfold off. "Nikki! No. More. Arrows!" Gwen yells, "You can't control me, white devil!" Nikki yells before running off. David looks around at the campers and Gwen stunned. "...you're all dressed up as-" "Indians, like you said!" Neil cut David off. "We designed zie outfits ourselves!" Dolf added. "Do you love them?! I love them!" Preston interjects. "But, why..?" David asks.

     "Alright I fixed it, everybody hurry up and...oh shit he's awake." Max says, holding the taped up staff. "Y/n, Max, did you-" "DO NOT LOOK TO DEEPLY INTO THIS!" Max says, pointing the staff at David. "You suck, this world sucks, and one day, we're all going to die and none of it will matter. But if we didn't do this, I'm pretty sure you'd kill yourself or something." Max finishes, David sniffs and wipes away a tear. "Oh you two..." "Or shoot up the camp, I don't know it was a possibility." Max says, shrugging. "Max!" You scold the boy.

      "Thank you." David says looking at you and Max. "Whatever, just take your stupid stick." Max scoff as he tries to hand David the staff. The staff breaks in half for the third time. David pushes the staff back to Max with a heart-melting smile on his face. "Awww....lucky." Space kid says next to Max. Max smacks Space kid in the face with the staff, making him fall backwards. You stifle a laugh. You and David walk over to the raging bonfire. "Y'know, this is kinda nice." Neil says, staring at the fire. You hear the strum of a guitar and look over to Quartermaster and Gwen. 

      "There's a place I know that's tucked away, where we can go to laugh an play."

 You look around at the smiling campers and they all crowd next to the bonfire. You and David glance back at Max. He rolls his eyes and smiles as we walks over to the fire as well.

"And have adventures everyday. I know it sounds hard to believe, but guys and gals it's true..."

      "Hey Max, how'd you start a fire with wet wood anyway." You ask, looking down at the boy. "I'm not an idiot Y/n, I used gasoline." He says, your and David's face drops. "Wait what?" you both say in unison as the campfire literally fucking explodes. "WHOOO! DO IT AGAIN, DO IT AGAIN!" Nikki cheers, you chuckle and wrap your arm around David's shoulders. "So, do you like it?" You ask. "Like it? I love it. Thank you, Y/n." He says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Camp Campbell is the place for me and you."

[slightlystupidhun]

Dahlia Dynamites

(A valentines Match)

Summary: a Baseball AU brought about by @belsw06 !! The renown baseball team, Dahlia Dynamites, who have won two World Series titles now find themselves at a new challenges. Their annual sweethearts match. Now they must divide their team into two and hope that their partners can bring home the win.

“Alright the two team captains will be Vincent and David, which means that by proxy your teams have Angel and Lovely respectively. Remember every person you add to your team, their partner comes as well.” William clapped his hands together and motioned between the two. “Heads or tails,” he asked David.

“Tails.” David replied.

William flipped the cold metal in the air, it spun before he recaptured it and flipped it. “Heads.” He answered.

Vincent gave a victorious laugh. “My first pick is….” He looked around the group “Milo and our amazing manager.” He smiled over at David who huffed.

“Damn let’s go Milo!” Sweetheart piped up before wrapping their arms around his and walking over to Vincent.

“I’ll chose Asher and Babe.” David spoke quickly pointing his thumb back over his shoulder, a signal for Asher to get behind him.

“Alright! Let’s go buddy!” Asher called out dragging babe over to his best friends side.

“Now for me…” Vincent smiled and placed a finger on his chin to mimic thought. “Tanker and Sam get over here.” He waved the pair over.

“Alright.” Sam spoke up, allowing Tank to lead him to Vincent’s side.

“I choose Bright and Fred.” David spoke up.

“I’ll take Gavin and Freelancer.” Vincent said clapping his hands together.

“Cristian and Amanda.” David nodded his head.

“Huxley and Damien.” Vincent added with a smile over at David.

“Avior and Starlight,” David said finally.

The rules of the game were simple each player had to teach their partner how to play their position and then they would either play the same position on a different part of the field or bat after them. David was pitching first which meant that Angel was pitching first. He came up right behind them and guided how they would pitch. His larger frame completely encompassing theirs.

“Wow, maybe you should teach me how to pitch more often Davey.” Angel quipped smirking at the light flush that spread across his features.

“Just focus.” He directed and then they took their first pitch. Lovely could have hit it easily but they wanted to be kind to the new pitcher.

“Strike One!” William called out.

They threw a second one, which was a little better but lovely didn’t wanna start their team off poorly so they bunted it over to Cristian. He tossed the ball over to Babe who was on first base. Lovely was safe.

“Great Job babe! Nice catch!” Asher shot his partner a thumbs up. They returned a toothy grin over to him.

“STOP MAKING OUT!!” Vincent yelled at the couple.

“You’re up next Deviant.” Gavin spoke so close to their ear. They could feel his breath hot on their neck.

“Yeah yeah.” They waved him off picking up their bat. He smirked guiding them through a few practice swings.

“GET A ROOM!” Asher yelled out sticking his tongue out at them.

“Oh it’s a room you’ll surely want to be in.” He smiled back at Asher.

A few more turns and the bases were loaded. It was now up to Huxley to send em home. He stepped up to the plate, sporting Damien’s old jersey, it looked more like a crop top on him. He set up and hit the ball into the outfield over to Avior. He grabbed the ball and watched as starlight pointed him where to throw it.

Lovely, Freelancer, and Sweetheart were on base, however Lovely and Freelancer were able to make it home scoring two points for their team.

By the end of the fourth the score was David’s team 12 and Vincent’s team 16. It was now the bottom of the ninth and the score was David 48, Vincent 50. There were two people on base and Angel and Babe still up to bat.

“I love this view Sweetheart.” Milo said gloating about his view of sweetheart crouched down in front of him.

“Mr.Greer can u please stop staring at my ass.” They turned to give him a glare.

“Only if you’ll stop having such a nice one.” He winked at them and Angel, who was up on base, let out a loud gagging sound. Angel swung, missed the first one. Swung again, missed the second one, swung again, and hit the third one. They ran to first base.

“OUT!” Two outs now that Huxley caught the ball causing Amanda to add to that score.

It was now babes turn. They stood up the the base hitting the bat against their cleet. They were dressed in Asher’s old uniform that for their form snuggly.

“Hey big guy, Babe has got an arm, you better be ready to run your ass off.” Darlin nudged Sam’s arm.

“Yeah yeah, I’ll be ready to run my ass off, at least you can’t possibly get hurt this time.” He quipped back at them bumping their hip with his.

Babe hit the ball and it went soaring over to the pair. Tank tugged the back of Sam’s shirt guiding him on where to run.

“Lift your arm. Raise it up. Good now just let the ball come to you.” Tank guided him, speaking in a confident tone that Sam loved to hear. The ball fell perfectly into his glove.

And just like that the Valentines Day match was over, and even though both teams couldn’t gain the bragging rights, everyone walked away a winner.

@belsw06 I am so sorry this is so late but I hope you like it! Thank you so much for the amazing idea! Happy Valentine’s Day!

And that concludes my Valentine’s Day not so scheduled posts!

I hope you all have enjoyed these!

There are so many things to imagine

Wowza please don’t delete

Please don’t delete this

[livesincerely]

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Davey stops and stares, absolutely stunned.

“Jack,” he breathes.

“Hi, Davey,” Jack quietly greets, hands tucked deep into the pockets of his jacket.

“You...” Davey swallows around a sudden lump in his throat, a hand braced against the doorframe in an attempt to steady himself. “What are you doing here?”

“I got the address from Les,” Jack says, rocking a little on his feet. “I’m in town for the week visiting Ma and Charlie, thought I could swing by and see you for a sec.”

“Oh,” Davey says, still trying to process the fact that Jack is here, that Jack’s actually here, standing outside of Davey’s door. His hair’s a touch shorter, his skin a bit tanner, but he’s still Jack.

He’s still Jack.

“So, uh, can I come in?” Jack asks.

“Oh, right.” Davey gives himself a little shake, then takes a step back and holds the door open wider. “Yeah, sure. Please, come in.”

“You moved out of the old place,” Jack comments as his eyes rove around Davey’s modest entry and living room, and his tone is casual but the words are weighted with an unspoken question.

“It was a bit too much for just one person,” Davey says, averting his eyes. “A smaller apartment is easier to keep up with.”

He doesn’t mention that he hadn’t been able to afford the rent for their old apartment by himself, or that even if he had been, all the reminders of their life together, all the hollowed out spaces Jack had left in his wake—the places he used to be but isn’t anymore—would’ve driven him away regardless.

“Can I get you anything?” Davey asks after a brief pause. “Soda or coffee or...?”

“Coffee would be great, actually,” Jack says. “But, uh, only if it won’t put ya out.”

“It’s no trouble,” Davey says. “Here, go ahead and sit down and I’ll fix you a cup.”

He leaves Jack to pull up a stool at the counter while he pulls two mug out of the cabinet, turning on the coffee maker with a quick press of a button.

“So, how have you been?” Davey asks, careful to keep his head down and his voice light as he waits for the coffee to brew. “How’s Santa Fe been treating you?”

“‘S good,” Jack says. “It’s great, it’s got everything: clear skies, gorgeous sunsets. If you go out to the desert at the right time of day the views are unreal. So, uh, life’s pretty good.”

“And work’s going well?”

“Real well,” Jack confirms. “Now that I’ve been there a while they’re startin’ to give me my own projects to work on, which is great. Nerve racking, and I’m constantly terrified that I’m gonna fuck it all up, but great. Honestly, the studio space and the stipend I get for supplies on its own is pretty incredible, let alone all the experience and connections I’m getting too. So, yeah, things are goin’ well.”

“That’s great, Jack,” Davey says, even as his heart gives a painful little lurch. “I’m glad things are working out for you.”

“Couldn’t ask for much more,” Jack responds, and the way he says it is strange—strange enough that Davey risks a glance at his face. But Jack’s expression is flat and impassive, giving nothing away. “How’re you doin’, Davey?”

“Good,” Davey says, turning back to the coffee maker. “I’ve been good.”

“Yeah?” Jack asks. “Anythin’ interestin’ goin’ on?”

“Just the same old, same old,” Davey replies. “Nothing new to tell, honestly.”

“Nothing at all?” Davey can’t tell if Jack sounds disappointed or relieved. “Did you ever end up gettin’ that transfer you wanted?”

“I, uh, rescinded the request after you— after everything,” Davey answers, watching the the coffee bubble and drip, his chest tight. “There wasn’t really a need, and it was easier to just stay at my old branch.”

“Oh,” Jack says. 

The silence stretches between them, stiff and heavy and awkward. Instead of coming up with something to fill it, Davey busies himself with serving up their coffee, fixing one mug with his usual creamer, then the other with even more cream and a heaping spoonful of sugar, which he sets gently in front of Jack.

“Here you go,” he murmurs. 

Davey takes a small sip of his own coffee, trying to decide what’d be worse: asking Jack another question and having to listen to him talk about how wonderful and perfect his life in Santa Fe has been or just sitting there quietly and trying to pretend like this whole situation isn’t agonizing. 

He tries, “So, um, have you had the chance to—”

“What the fuck, Davey?” Jack bites out. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Davey freezes, eyes wide. Jack’s holding his mug in both hands—like he was about to take a drink and got distracted halfway there—and the look on his face is one of absolute fury. 

“Why do you still have this?” Jack demands, setting it down so hard that a bit of coffee sloshes over the side. “Why would you keep—?”

Davey looks, and then he realizes. The mug is a simple, sturdy thing, bigger than most of his other ones so he doesn’t have to refill it as often. He’d grabbed it out of habit—it’s always sitting near the front of the cabinet because of how often he uses it, and he honestly hadn’t thought anything of it.

But now he’s seeing what Jack sees: the trellis of flowers that encircle the rim, painstakingly painted by a careful hand in yellows, golds, and blues. Remembers the smell of the clay and the rainbow wall of glaze, remembers the satisfied grin that had turned so sheepish and shy when they returned a few days later to pick up their creations, remembers the flutter in his stomach as he reached out for the surprise gift, remembers the thrill of electricity when their fingers brushed…

Davey swallows.

“Why wouldn’t I keep it,” he says in as even a tone as he can manage. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”

“Oh, so that’s where you draw the line, huh?” Jack says, and his voice his like the rumble before a storm rolls in. “That’s how it is? Knick knacks, keepsakes, sure, those you’ll keep around, but the stuff that’s actually worth having? That’s actually worth fighting for? You can just let all that go without ever sayin’ a fuckin’ word otherwise because who gives a shit—”

And suddenly Davey’s furious too.

“Right, because you were so fucking eager to stay?” he asks with a derisive scoff. “Give me a break, Jack, you couldn’t wait to leave. Just fucked off to the other side of the country and left me here to pick up the pieces—”

“You were all but pushing me out the fucking door!” Jack yells, throwing his hands up. “‘It’s a wonderful opportunity, Jackie,’ ‘You’d be an idiot not to take it, Jackie,’ ‘It’s what you’ve always dreamed of, Jackie!’ What a load of horseshit—”

“Oh, so it’s my fault for being supportive?’ Davey asks, incredulous. “Are you serious?”

“I’m just sayin’, you weren’t exactly bent outta shape at the thought of me leavin’,” Jack says coldly. “Didn’t seem to bother you one fuckin’ bit. Probably relieved to finally have an excuse to get rid of me—”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” Davey hisses, stepping forward until they’re standing nearly chest to chest. “I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe, missed you every single goddamn second of the last eight months, don’t think for a moment that I didn’t, you fucking asshole.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jack asks, chin lifted in challenge. “If you missed me so fucking much, then why’d we break up?”

“Because you were moving to Santa Fe!” Davey yells, completely fed up. “You were leaving, Jackie! What else was I supposed to do, except let you go and try my best to be happy for you?”

“If you really wanted me to be happy,” Jack growls, “you would’ve come with me.”

“You didn’t ask me to come with you!”

“And you didn’t ask me to stay!” Jack roars back.

“Ask you to stay? Ask you to stay?” Davey says, a wave of emotion stinging at his eyes, a note of hysteria shredding his voice, something aching and frenzied clawing at his chest. “Of course I didn’t fucking ask you to stay, I was never going to ask you to stay! It was Santa Fe, it was all you ever fucking talked about, it was your dream, Jack! It was everything that you wanted! I would never even suggest that you give that up, God, what kind of shit-ass person do you think I am, that you thought I would ever, ever try to stand between you and Santa Fe when I know how important it is to you—?”

“I’m not fucking hearing this,” Jack says, with a frantic, jerky shake of his head. “I am not fucking hearing this. I— You—“

He rakes a hand haphazardly through his hair, the other pointed accusingly at Davey’s chest, jaw clenched and eyes glittering. His throat works silently for a moment, two moments, then he turns on his heel and storms out, the apartment door slamming behind him with a thunderous bang!

And Jack’s gone, tearing right back out of Davey’s life like he’d never returned in the first place, the abandoned coffee mug the only evidence that he’d ever been there at all.

And Davey’s alone, his heart pounding a lurching, deafening beat in his ears, the churning, curdling, swirling feeling in his gut a perfect mirror to how he’d felt all those months ago, quietly, impossibly heartbroken as he watched Jack walk away.

Davey takes a shivering, shuddering breath, scrubbing a trembling hand across his mouth. Fuck.

He might’ve been standing there for thirty seconds or thirty minutes when the front door swings open again. Davey’s head whips up just in time to see Jack step inside, closing the door behind him with a soft, purposeful click. Then he can only watch as Jack stalks forward, eyes blazing, fists his hands in the front of Davey’s shirt, and drags him into a bruising, desperate kiss. 

“I love you,” Jack says. “I love you. I loved you before I got the job offer, I loved you while I was searching for apartments and planning the move, I loved you every time I talked up Santa Fe to you, tryin’ to convince you to come with me any way I could think of. I loved you when we broke up, I loved you when I left, I loved you when I landed, and it’s been eight fucking months and I’m still so fucking in love with you—”

Davey interrupts him with another heart stopping kiss, threading his fingers in Jack’s hair as he pulls him closer. They still fit together so perfectly, lips and teeth and tongues all moving together like they’d never been parted, and its so good that Davey could almost cry with it because he’d never thought he would have this again.

“I love you too, Jackie,” Davey promises. “I love you and I’ve missed you so much—”

“I missed you,” Jack says, punctuating the declaration with another kiss. “You’re it for me Davey. There’s just you. And I… I can’t give this up again. Santa Fe ain’t worth nothin’ if you’re not there with me.”

“I thought that was what you wanted,” Davey murmurs, and its a confession and an apology. “I thought I had to let you go.”

Jack shakes his head. 

“I wanted you to keep me,” he whispers against Davey’s lips. “And I wanted to keep you too.”

“Then keep me,” Davey says. He realizes now, that it’s as simple as that. “Keep me.”

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Jack’s pov here

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[sun-kissed-star]

hey if ur taking newsies requests rn can u do some jack and race being chaotic siblings bc that would be cool ok ty have an amazing day

honestly yeah i need to do some comfort shit and this is what we’re resorting to besties, let’s do it

trigger warnings: small mention of death and illness in a joking manner, very light implications of drinking and violence

“I’m not going.”

“Same.”

Race was sprawled out across his bed, face buried in a pillow and limbs hanging off the edge of the cheap mattress. Jack was sitting backwards in the desk chair, completely limp like a ragdoll with his chin resting on the back of the chair and legs brushing the floor.

Race looked up just long enough to check his phone before he gave up on keeping his head lifted. “We should probably go,” he said.

“I know,” Jack said, staring blankly at the wall.

“We promised Albert we’d be there.”

“I told Davey and Crutchie I’d bring drinks.”

“We should go before it gets too late.”

“Mhm.”

Neither of them made any move to get up.

It wasn’t like their friend group didn’t throw the best parties on campus. Last time, Albert had convinced himself he could do a backflip off the kitchen counter, landed on Romeo, and broken three plates in the process. There was still a shaky video in the group chat to prove it.

It was just that exam week had dragged on for longer than Race’s sanity could handle, he was exhausted and running on three hours of sleep, and he would rather throw himself off the top of the dorm building than crash a party. If Jack’s heavy eye bags and the way he was half-asleep in the desk chair had anything to say about it, Race was pretty sure he felt the same way.

His phone buzzed and the dull screen lit up. Jack and Race groaned in unison as Race swiped opened the notification.

albie: are u guys on ur way or what?? i stg sarah’s like two seconds away from punching spot in the face

“It’s Albert,” Race muttered. “He wants to know when we’ll be there.”

Jack rolled over to face him, craning his neck in a very unnatural position to see Race on the narrow bed. “Can you tell him I died?” he said. “Wouldn’t be the first time we planned a fake funeral to get out of something.”

“What did you die from?” Race said, fingers hovering over the keyboard. “Pneumonia? Or I could tell him you died from a stroke during your art history exam.”

“No, I got over that case of pneumonia last month. And we already tried the stroke thing last semester.” Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking like he was about to keel over and die as it was. Maybe they wouldn’t have to make up an excuse after all. “Forget it, let’s just get our asses over there.”

“Noooooo,” Race cried. He tossed his phone to the side and slid off the bed head-first, landing on the floor in a tangle of limbs. “I’m too tired for this shit.”

“Get up,” Jack said, but he didn’t look any happier to heave himself out of the chair. He hooked his fingers on Race’s shirt collar, lifting him to his feet with the effort of someone who’d done it a thousand times before. “We still have to stop at the store to get some drinks or food. Crutchie won’t care what we bring.”

Race whined like a kicked puppy. He tipped off his feet straight back into Jack’s arms, letting his full weight off the ground as Jack caught him around the waist.

“Oomph,” Jack grunted. He flailed the arm that wasn’t loosely holding Race, trying to catch his balance, but it wasn’t another five seconds before he went tumbling backwards and landed on the bed, banging his head on the cheap frame. “Ow, fuck, Racer.”

“Oh no,” Race said dryly, still laying sprawled out on top of Jack. He didn’t sound the least bit remorseful. “You’re injured. What a tragedy. I guess we can’t go to the party. What ever will we do?”

Jack couldn’t help but crack a small grin, running his hand through Race’s messy curls and trying to ignore the pounding of his skull. “You don’t sound very torn up about it,” he said, winding a strand of Race’s hair around his finger. “You could at least try to be upset.”

Race opened his mouth to respond, but before he could fire something back, his phone buzzed again from where it was laying forgotten on the floor. Race rolled off of Jack and grabbed it.

“Albert’s calling,” he said. “Shut the fuck up for a second.”

“No,” Jack said automatically, but he still fell silent as Race accepted the call and put it on speaker.

“Racer, are you and Jack still coming?” Albert demanded. There was loud music and voices in the other end of the line, and Race could hear something crash in the background. That meant the party was in full swing. “Where are you?”

Jack made frantic cutting motions across his throat. He mouthed something at Race, and considering he was Race’s big brother, he was fluent in the language. They spent years growing up together trying to sneak things past Medda. ‘We’re not coming. I’m dead.’

“Jack’s dead,” Race blurted out. “Um, I’m dead. I’m dying. We’re in the hospital, we want to be buried next to each other. I’m leaving everything to Crutchie in the will.”

“Wait, what?”

“Love you, Albie! See you in hell!” Race said, and he ended the call before Albert could call him out on the bullshit spewing out of his mouth.

“Nice one,” Jack said. He was face-planted in the mattress, but he blindly held his hand out for a high-five anyway. “Wanna go to IHOP?”

“Fuck yes,” Race said. “For a plate of pancakes, I’d go to that party and convince Sarah not to hit Spot in the face.”

“Damn, those are some high stakes, kid,” Jack said. He pulled himself off the bed and helped Race up off the floor. “Are you buying?” “No, I have standards.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

[starshinegarcia]

people pleaser (modern au)

a/n: literally me projecting onto jack for like 200 words lololol

TW: mentions of abuse, panic attacks

blanket statement; jack kelly is a people pleaser.

he's a people person.

no matter what time, what context, whatever it may be, he is almost always showing off, or interacting with others.

it's what he does best.

he's never been a shy or quiet person. as a kid, his dad used to hit him over the back of the head if he didn't shut up. that was, of course, the least of his violence; but it still hurt like hell.

but jack kept it up. he did try to stop making everything about him; let's see how well that works out for him.

needless to say, jack kelly is a talker; a people person, as we've established.

but even jack wasn't always consistent.

it started off fine. davey had texted him and asked him if he wanted to do a dance class with him; back to their roots, the first time they truly were sincere and carefree with each other.

and jack was ecstatic. more than nine months without the boy keeping him alive, and now, an opportunity to see him every week? absolutely.

so, he got medda to sign him up. but as the day got closer,so did jack's nerves.

he wasn't even really sure why he was so nervous; he knew davey was amazing, and they loved each other; he was nervous he would screw up. what if he falls, or is too awkward? what if his dancing fucking sucks? what if, what if, what if??

so, on the day of, he spent it at race's- trying to distract and calm himself.

eventually, it was time. he gets in the car. he was already shaking and hypervenilating, focusing his eyes on the road and zoning out from whatever medda was saying.

and they arrived. fuck.

he gets out of the car. his footsteps are loud on the cement. have they always been that loud?

he sees davey and literally runs to him, hugging him tighter and earning a laugh from his boyfriend.

his eyes flicker over to the other boy; davey's best friend. childhood best friend. they'd always been close. okay. great. not like jack had always been jealous. whatever.

he stretches down to the floor, legs noticably shaking. him and davey make eye contact a few times, smiling with their eyes since they were wearing masks.

and. it comes. they start the actual dance, and everything becomes so much louder. so much brighter. the chuckles davey makes at every joke nick makes; the way he smiles; the way he dances so carefree; the way his hair falls.

jack can't do this. he has to step away, get away, get out of the room.

but he stays quiet for the rest of class, silent tears streaming into his mask.

davey notices, but there isn't really anything he can do but try and make him smile.

class ends. jack sobs harder. davey sits with him for a minute or two, an arm around him. but then, he's gone. and jack doesn't know why at the moment, and he sobs even harder.

he goes outside; no sign of medda. the teacher is kind enough to talk to him until she arrives.

what the hell happened, kelly? huh?

people pleaser.

my ass.