#jack is so attracted to Davey in that moment and it’s written all over his face

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

[in Pulitzer’s office during the children’s crusade]

Pulitzer: ENOUGH! Give up this strike now, and we’ll burn your “union” to the ground.

Jack: Uhhh, don’t you mean “or”?

Pulitzer: …Fine. Give up the strike now, OR we’ll burn your “union” to the ground.

Davey: Well, which is it? Because that seems like a pretty crucial conjunction.

[sugarbutterbroadway]

A New Kelly

“We need to talk,”Davey said, setting down his backpack. Jack froze, pdf on his laptop immediately forgotten. He tried to keep his face neutral but his mind was doing a frantic recap of everything he’s said and done in the past week. The worst part was that it kept coming up negative, which made him even more nervous. He forgot to pick up Luna’s poop outside yesterday but they had both laughed it off, so they were fine, right? It couldn’t have been about the poop, right? His face must have betrayed him because Davey took one look at him and winced.

“I phrased that wrong”He said, “I’m not mad at you about anything, i’m just tired and can’t speak”

“Not even about the poop?”Jack asked in a tiny voice. Davey scrunched up his face and took a seat on Jack’s lap, letting out a sigh.

“You’re the one who stepped in it, why would I be mad?”he asked. Jack shrugged and wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist pulling him closer. Davey toed off his shoes and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“What did you want to talk about, my love?”Jack asked, placing a kiss on his shoulder. Davey sighed and grabbed one of Jack’s hands. Jack took that as a sign to attempt being serious and looked at him.

“Jack”He said, squeezing Jack’s hand. “I want another baby”

Jack sputtered, “What do you mean another?”

“Well Luna’s getting older and I just think that a little sibling would teach her some responsibility-”

“Who has the new puppy?”Jack groaned, rubbing his eyes. Davey grinned and wiggled a bit trying to get his phone out of his pocket. 

“Specs and he’s so cute, look!”He said, shoving the phone in Jack’s face. It was Specs instagram definitely, the bright yellow theme was indication enough. Jack gently grabbed the phone and hummed as his eyes scanned it. He let out a noise of triumph, yup that was definitely a puppy. It was a candid shot of Jojo mid laugh on the floor with the puppy curled up in his lap. Jack looked up at Davey with a raised brow, and Davey groaned reaching both hands up to cup Jack’s face.

“His name is Percy!”he continued, squeezing Jacks’s cheeks.“That’s so fucking cute babe, just look at him! His paws are too big for his body!”

Davey continued to coo but Jack’s mind was still reeling. He didn’t know why he felt so disappointed. Sure he was scared shitless at the mere thought of a human baby, but a tiny part of him was hoping that’s what Davey meant. He leaned back into the couch and let his arm go slack around Davey’s hip.

“-nd I know that we just saw them a few months ago but would it be so bad to vis--babe?”He said. 

“Hmm?”Jack hummed. Davey shifted a bit in his lap so he was somewhat facing Jack and poked at his cheek.

“You’re frowning”

“Am not”Jack frowned.

“Are too”He said, poking the creases in his forehead. Jack let out a groan and opted to bury his face in Davey’s shoulder. Davey clicked his teeth and rolled off of Jack's lap--much to his disappointment--onto the couch.

“What’s the matter?”He asked.

“Nothing”Jack waved off, “My mind is just somewhere else” “Where?”he asked, leaning his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I wanna go too” “Santa Fe,”Jack said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right”He snorted, “You haven’t wanted to go to Santa Fe since you figured out that it was desert land”

“Not true!”Jack exclaimed, “I obviously wanted to stay for my loving boyfriend-” “And you’re scared of spiders”He said, snuggling closer into Jack’s side. “But, come on Jack. I thought we didn’t keep secrets”

“Fine”Jack sighed, “I want a divorce”

“Again, nice try”He snorted, “please Jackie, for me?”

“Davey…”

“Please”

“Alright alright!”Jack exclaimed, “Enough with the eyes. Christ you Jacobs are spoiled”

“No, we just know how to get what we want”He smirked, tucking a leg under his butt. “Now spill”

“You’re restless,”Jack pointed out.

“And you’re still avoiding the question”He said, “whatever it is can’t be that bad”

Oh but it can, he wanted to say.

“I…”Jack said and took a deep breath, “I want a baby”

Davey blinked, “I thought you didn’t want another puppy?”

“No!”Jack whined, shaking his head. “No no, Luna is enough. I...I want an uh..an actual baby...with you” god he was being so awkward.

Davey’s eyes widened slightly but he smirked. “Should we go try for one?”

“Stop teasing me!”Jack whined, “But is..is this something you want Davey? Like do you think we’re ready for a baby?”

Davey just stared at him.

“You’re making me nervous, Davey”Jack chuckled, “You’re not speaking, that’s weird”

“You’re an asshole,”He said.

Jack’s heart stuttered. “W-what?” “You’re an asshole because now me and Spot owe Race fifty dollars”He grumbled. “How could you do this to me?” “I’m not following,”Jack said after a few moments of trying to pick his jaw off the floor.

“Of course I want a baby with you”He said, grabbing Jack’s hand. “I’ve only been dropping hints since the day we got married!”

“What hints!”Jack exclaimed, “I’m so confused”

“I’m always holding the babies at any family function”He started, “I’m always offering to babysit Chanah and Anika and Damien-”

“I get it, your family is huge”Jack said, Davey gave him the side eye.

“We have a spare room that I have been guarding with my life!”he continued, “we have a literal baby name book in here-”

“You said it was so we could name Luna!”Jack sputtered.

“And that’s how she ended up with the most human name ever!”He laughed, “Our dogs name is Luna Anne Kelly-Jacobs”

“It’s a cute name!”

“Face it Jack, I’ve been dropping hints”He huffed, “And now i’m short fifty bucks so thanks a lot”

“Well why were you guys betting on me!”Jack asked, “You know better than to bet with Race on anything”

“We wanted to see who would cave first, me or you”He said, “I obviously thought it was gonna be me because you’re dense-”

“Hey!”

“But then you get all nervous and cute saying you want a baby!”he finished, chest heaving. “Which is simultaneously the most attractive and dumbest thing you’ve ever done”

“I...I don’t know what to say,”Jack said. There were a lot of things he could have said, but his brain had turned to mush.

“Just...sometimes you are very clueless”He giggled, “I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you on the fridge or something”

“So you really want a baby?”Jack said, “With me?”

“No, I want a baby with Specs”he scoffed.

“Hey”Jack warned, “Specs is an attractive man, you got somethin you want to tell me?”

“Of course I want a baby with you, idiot”He rolled his eyes. “Adoption or surrogacy or fostering I...I don’t care. I think you’ve been an amazing parent to Race,Charlie and Luna, and you’ll be an amazing parent to whatever kid comes through this door. You sell yourself short Jack”

“Says you”Jack snorted, “You see the way you are with those babies? You’re like a completely different person, it makes my heart do weird shit”

“Makes your heart do weird shit”He quoted, “Now I feel like that should’ve been your vows”

“Yeah?”Jack smirked.

“Yeah, it’s completely on brand”He said.

“So this is...this is something we’re doing”Jack said, “We’re gonna have some babies?”

“Woah there buddy”He said with wide eyes, “How did a baby turn into some babies?”

Jack waved him off, “Potato tomato”

“That’s...that’s not even the saying”He said slowly, “But let’s start with one”

“Two”

“One”

“Three”

“One”

“One and a half!”

“You can’t have half a baby!”He exclaimed.

“Well you can if you try hard enough!”Jack fired back.

“Unbelievable”He said, rubbing his eyes. “You’re unbelievable, why did I marry you?”

“For Medda”Jack said, with a serious face. Davey shrugged and laid his legs over Jack’s lap.

“Medda is pretty awesome”

“We’re gonna have a baby”Jack repeated.

“Yes we are”He said, “But let’s take this one step at a time, yeah? I don’t want to overwhelm you-”

“I’m gettin the baby book!”Jack exclaimed, bolting up from the couch. Before Davey had the time to process Jack was running back into the livingroom at full speed. He skidded to a halt but ended up toppling over onto Davey’s stomach.

“Bastard”He wheezed, pushing at Jack’s shoulders. Jack stuck his tongue out and made himself comfortable flipping through the book.

“What are you-”

“Shh”Jack hushed, furrowing his brows. His eyes scanned the pages until they found what they were looking for.

“Aha!”Jack said, sitting up so Davey could get a good look. There appeared to be four names messily scrawled in red ink at the bottom of the page. Davey wanted to scold him for defacing the book but his scolding soon died in his throat when Jack spoke up.

“I-I know your peoples are important to you so I wanted to add some more...ya know, traditional names in there”Jack said fiddling with the pages, “I got a boys and a girls name and just-they’re so pretty Davey”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore”He murmured, placing a kiss on Jack’s temple. “You picked good, baby”

Elsie and Salem were scribbled in Jack’s messy handwriting. “I really like these two, but what are these other ones?”

“I mean i’m Irish I guess”Jack mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Both of my folks were and I didn’t really get to learn anything and just-”

“You want our baby to grow up knowing what their parents are,”He said. He grabbed the hand Jack was fiddling with and intertwined them. 

“Yeah”Jack said, squeezing his hand. “Exactly”

Davey leaned forward and pressed a finger against a name Jack hadn’t written. “This one, how do you say it?”

“Saoirse?”Jack said,

“Saoirse”He repeated slowly, “Saoirse...I..I really like that one”

“Yeah?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He chuckled, “Yeah I really like this one a lot”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”Jack said, with a grin. “It’s kinda growing on me”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He said, “I’m not even mad you snuck your last name in there”

“Should we add it to the list then?”

“No, Jack I think it’s the one”He said.

“Really?”

“Really!”Davey said, “Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He whispered, squeezing Davey’s hand even tighter.

“God, we can’t wait to meet you”

A/n someone should try and count how many times Davey fidgets in this fic. Also comments do be kinda nice

[kissandmxkeup]

Eddie’s Sweet Shop (Davey)

Summary: In all of Davey Jacob’s lifetimes, he’s fallen into the band of friends that started revolutions, but always just far enough from the center to feel anxious about where his place is. However, his girl has never been too far away from him, and she always has a bright smile to cheer the world up.

Series: Modern Newsies Soulmate AU- Each Newsie has a soulmate that has followed with them through their lifetimes, similar to reincarnation, and their only proof is an old photograph from their favorite memory of their soulmate in their last lifetime.

thank @fairylightsandsilverkites for this, and thanks to @thefactsofthematter for the phenomenal Davey headcanons that helped to shape this!

There was always a clear moment for Davey Jacobs. The moment where the world crashed around him, and it was up to fate to decide how he was led out. Sometimes, it was at the end of a long day, before a big test, or in the middle of a hurricane. However, his newest life had provided him an unexpected commodity: easy access to mental health services that could help him in ways he had never received before. Of course, he came across this revelation after a particularly bad anxiety attack at school had him sent home, and an appointment made for a local psychologist.

His most recent attack had been bad, even worse than usual. His friends had gotten into trouble, worse than usual, and now Jack was facing possible expulsion for fighting on campus for the fifth week in a row. As a natural parental figure to the group, he freaked out upon hearing, sending him into an attack that left him, sensitive and alone, in the middle of a crowded classroom of students. He vividly remembered the whispers of students, some mocking and others concerned, as the teacher left the room to find the nurse. Soon, he had calmed back to normal, and his parents had the appointment with Dr. Plumber set. However, his brain kept returning to his attack. Not the one in the school, but one over a century prior around the 1899 news strike, the attack that led him to his soulmate for the first time.

He felt his head spinning as he crashed onto his dark blue bedspread, his breaths getting choppier and shorter as he felt his brain closing in on him. Jack had officially betrayed the strike, and now the boys were looking up to him for advice. They needed a leader, and Davey knew, in his heart of hearts, that he was never meant to be that leader. He was barely a Newsie at this point, why did he try to get involved? He could have just ridden the wave out, kept quietly selling papes to help his family. Now he had nothing: no job, no support, not even Jack at his side. As he felt himself racking with sobs of anger and fear, he heard the creaking of his door opening, then latching shut. “Davey?”

Silently, he cursed upon hearing a feminine voice that was not his mother enter the room. He had always been attracted to the flower girl, the one that had helped Les in selling papes by offering passerby a free flower with a pape and vice versa. She would, much to his credit, secretively cover the lunch tabs of Newsies that were having a rough selling day, making sure that the boys were well-rested and selling papes with her roses when they needed a break. He had always admired her heart from afar, however, they had never spoken before; how did she know where he lived, let alone that he needed her so badly? “I need you to sit up and look at me, okay? Can you do that?” Her voice was soft and gentle, not unlike her touch as she gently guided him into a sitting position. He tried to hide the tears in his eyes, yet she stopped him from wiping them away. 

“It isn’t good to hide your emotions, you know. Les came to me as I was closing up. He told me what happened with Jack and that you seemed to be in bad need of a friend.” She gave him a reassuring smile as he leaned into her side, and he let the perfume of floral scents relax his body as she continued to talk. He was still crying, and yet now he wasn’t spiraling out of control. It was if he had been floating into space, the girl had tied a rope around him to keep him close to her. “Just relax, and stay with me. I’m right here, I’m not letting you go until you...”

“Mister Jacobs?” He looked up at the secretary of the clinic, who was trying to hand him a card with his next appointment written on it. “Thank you, ma’am.” She nodded and smiled at him, and he fumbled with the card, finally putting it into his wallet after a small struggle. He left the building, crossing the road to Eddie’s Sweet Shop, the old restaurant where his parents would be picking him up in twenty minutes. Once inside, he took a moment to relish the scents of the food before making his way to the register. He quickly ordered a small snack to hold him until his parents arrived: a sundae. The cashier rang him up and made his dessert with ease, and he soon found himself alone again, isolated in the back corner booth that he usually accompanied with the rest of the boys.

However, he soon found his solitude broken when a bright girl sat across from him, the scents of daisies and lilies on her hair and clothes, a chocolate milkshake in her hand. “You, sir, look lonely. Does it bother you at all if I break your magic spell or whatnot?” He found himself laughing, shaking his head at you as he remembered your face from the black-and-white photograph in his pocket. He desperately tried to think up a conversation starter and drew the only thing he could think of.

 “So, you like chocolate milkshakes?”

Instantly, he cursed himself and every deity he had ever heard of; your entrance was just as bright and spontaneous as you had ever been, and he was still plain, worrywart David. However, he forgave himself as soon as he heard you laugh, a loud sound that warmed his chest. “Yeah, I guess so. Really, though, this is the only place I like to get chocolate milkshakes from. Something about this little shop, a relic of the past all by itself in Brooklyn, just makes me happy.” He grinned at your heartfelt answer, knowing how you liked to hold onto your past, often without realizing it. He pulled the picture out of his pocket, playing with the edges as you watched him. “You know, you remind me of somebody I used to know.” You gave him a perplexed expression as he handed you the picture, and he watched you light up with happiness as you realized that holy shit, that’s me, and he found himself remembering that afternoon clear as the day outside.

“Davey, come on!” He laughed, watching the girl as she eagerly dragged him over to the counter. She straightened her dress and fixed her swishy hair as the man behind the counter made his way over to where she stood, and he watched as she happily informed him that she would like a chocolate milkshake, please and thank you. Nothing in her voice was harsh or demanding, she simply exuded the eagerness and childlike joy that he had fallen in love with so many times. She took the shake from the worker with a polite “thank you!” and a generous tip before weaving her way back into their usual booth in the corner. He joined back up with her after just a few moments. having started the jukebox to her favorite song. The moment was so peaceful, so bright, that he hoped it would be one he remembered forever.

“Wow, so I guess my friends are right. I really am an old soul!” He laughed with you, the smile on your face matching the  grins of the past 119 years. “That you are, darling. And perhaps, luck might be a lady and allow me to share another night with you soon?” You smiled at him as you shared your phone number and arranged another date, then watched as his face fell, noticing his parents approaching. “I have to go, but you can keep the picture. Consider it an insurance policy, you know, to make sure we meet again?” She nodded to him, tucking the picture into her wallet with a dopey grin on your face, one that he would never tire of as long as he stood.

[daveyjacobss]

french vanilla | davey jacobs

inktober day one

reader x davey jacobs

[newsies modern au]

summary: Race may have lost a bet, but Davey is pretty sure he just won at life. (Y/N is sort of thinking the same.)

a/n: welcome to my version of inktober aka i’m going to write something every day of this month!! i feel bad bc i haven’t posted anything in a while, so i’m going to try my best to do this. don’t hate me if i miss a day or post it late, pls !! this is super long but kinda bad ??? but it’s okay bc it’s a coffee shop au with my boy davey, and that pretty much makes up for everything

( french vanilla masterlist )

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The chill in the air brought an easy smile to Y/N’s face. She loved the feeling of autumn more than any other season. It wasn’t nearly as cheerful as Christmas, but the promise of sweaters, cold days with blankets and hot chocolate, and the brilliant colors of the leaves made it even better, in her opinion. She particularly loved the way the atmosphere of the coffee shop she worked in changed as October began. There were decorations that matched the color scheme of the season scattered around the small building and more customers stopped by, staying to study or to chat with friends. Plus, there was always the added bonus of her workplace being warm and cozy as could be.

On this particular day, she was working the counter taking orders and writing names on cups. A group of boys came in a a little after lunch time, filling the shop with the sound of loud laughter and a happy drone of voices that never ended. Without meaning to, Y/N found herself smiling at the group - it warmed her heart a bit to see a group of friends that looked so fond of each other, joking around with ease.

“What can I get you?” She asked the first boy in line, a bright smile on her face. He smiled back, reciting his order and throwing in a cookie as well. “And are you all paying together? Or separately?” The question caused noise to erupt from the group, their teasing aimed at one specific boy who was pouting dramatically.

“You lost the bet, Race, that means you pay for all of us.” An amused grin found its way onto Y/N’s face as the pouting boy’s hair was ruffled by a taller boy with what looked to be paint stains on his hands.

“Can I get your name?” She asked, bringing the attention back to the redheaded boy at the front of the line.

“Albert,” he answered, running a hand through his hair. She wrote it on the cup and placed it down on the counter, moving on to the next boy. A few of them seemed to take pity on Race, ordering simple coffees, teas, or hot chocolates. Others asked for pastries, cookies, croissants, donuts, and more of the like. The boy with paint stained hands ordered himself a hot chocolate and a donut, informing her that his name was Jack.

“And what would you like?” She asked the last boy standing in front of Race. His faced stayed neutral but there was a glint in his eyes that sparked fear in her for Race’s bank account.

I’ll take the most expensive coffee you’ve got and one of those giant chocolate chip muffins. Race’s jaw dropped and Y/N couldn’t conceal the small laugh that tumbled from her lips.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Spot,” Race groaned. The tanner boy simply shot him a smile as Y/N scribbled his name onto his cup. He winked at her before he walked away, causing her to put her hand over her mouth in order to stop herself from laughing loudly, fearing it would make her look rude. She glanced over at the few tables the boys had taken as their own, back at their jokes and booming laughter, before looking back at Race. “Go on Davey,” he groaned gesturing for a tall boy behind him to step up the counter. Y/N realized with a start that she hadn’t even noticed he was there. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but now that she was looking at him she couldn’t stop. He was gorgeous, the kind of college student gorgeous that you truly expect to see at a small coffee shop with a laptop or book in one hand and a coffee in the other, attracting the stares of everyone who walked in.

It’s fine, Race, I’ll pay for mine.“ He smiled kindly at his friend, hands stuffed in his pockets. "I didn’t even bet on anything, anyway.” Her eyes were dragged away from him when Race sent him a grateful grin and turned to face her, sighing.

“Okay, how much do I owe?” She looked at the cash register and swallowed thickly, entirely sure that there was no way he had that kind of money - and even if he did, it was just cruel. With the knowledge that she was currently the only one working, she opened her mouth and a number significantly lower that what was displayed on the screen rolled off her tongue. Race’s eyes widened before he looked at her skeptically. She blushed but didn’t say anything beside asking him how he would be paying.

“I can’t let you do that,” he said, obviously referring to her lowering the price for him. She but her lip, trying to think of a solution.

“Okay, how ‘bout this: I don’t actually give Spot the most expensive coffee we have and we both agree not to say anything, and for every fifth order I take some money off on the account of some coupons we gave out a little while back?” Race gave her one of the most grateful looks she had ever seen and she couldn’t help herself. “And I give you a free coffee, because I feel like you definitely need it.” Race nodded enthusiastically and paid the new amount before walking over to her friends. She grabbed a new cup and her marker as Davey walked up to the counter, writing his name on the cup.

“That was really nice of you,” he commented. “I know Race was really stressing about having to pay all of that.” Y/N unconsciously blushed under his gaze, smiling down at the counter.

“Well, it was the least I could do. Plus, it was pretty nice of you, too - paying for your own and all.” She looked up at him and their eyes met. If she had thought he looked gorgeous before, she wasn’t sure if there was an adjective that existed to describe what his eyes looked like. The smile on her face faded away slowly as she simply stared at him, mouth slightly open. He stared back, though, eyes wide as he finally got a good look at her face. They were stuck in a moment beyond time as they gazed into each other’s eyes as if they were in some cheesy romance movie. In just a few seconds, Y/N found that she was entirely in love with his eyes. Davey, in turn, realized that the nice barista was much prettier than he’d first realized and, coincidentally, he had a feeling he’d be craving coffee more often. “Uh, I… What can I get you?” Y/N finally managed to ask, trying her best to stick to her job and remember how to function. She was all to aware of every single thing about her that was sub par now that his eyes were own her and she looked away quickly, ready to type his order into the cash register.

“Just a, um, just a French vanilla coffee… please,” Davey finally stuttered out. Y/N nodded meekly in response before heading into the back of the shop to start making everyone’s coffees and gather their food. Davey stayed at the counter unmoving for a few seconds, still recovering. He only joined his friends when Jack called him over, but his thoughts remained in the pretty barista.

She called out names to get their drinks and food in small groups as she finished them until almost everyone was done and Davey had yet to receive his order. The reason for this was because Y/N was staring at his coffee with a sharpie in hand, trying to think of something cute she could write. Eventually, throwing all caution to the wind, she grabbed a napkin and scribbled down a few words before wrapping it around the cup.

“Davey?” She called out when she returned to the counter, his coffee in hand. He walked up to get it from her as some of the boys stood and put on their jackets. She felt a sense of relief overcome her that, if they were leaving, she wouldn’t have to witness Davey’s reaction to her message. As she handed him the cup their fingers brushed and her cheeks went bright red as she avoided his gaze. It wasn’t until the group left that she allowed herself to breathe again.

Davey didn’t realize there was something written on the napkin until he and his friends were a block away. He studied it curiously as a smile spread uncontrollably across his face. He tucked the napkin into his pocket for safe keeping, the grin remaining on his face. A few boys gave him a weird look, but he felt like he was floating just from the one, simple interaction.

In neat handwriting on his napkin, Y/N had written: pretty nice looking, too :).

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After a week, Davey was a regular at Y/N’s coffee shop. He came in every morning for a cup of French vanilla coffee, occasionally accompanied by a donut or a muffin. And, every day without fail, he returned to the apartment that he shared with Jack with a newly inked napkin in his pocket. The verbal interactions between him and Y/N were minimal, but she’d taken to bringing his order to his table rather than calling out his name since he so often absorbed in whatever book he was reading or whatever he was working on on his laptop (which truly made Y/N swoon, because, come on, hadn’t she predicted he would be that cute boy?)

Davey worried that she didn’t think he was interested since he never really replied to her messages. Truly, it was because he found it hard to formulate words when she was around him. The first day he had come back (alone, thankfully, for if any of his friends had come they would have teased him endlessly) he learned Y/N’s name and had spent the next twenty four hours repeating it over and over in his head. After a week, however, the mantra was replaced by equations and vocabulary terms he was trying to memorize for his exams.

“Lots of studying?” Y/N asked as she set his coffee down, watching him switch anxiously between looking at his laptop and his textbook.

“Yeah, I have a trigonometry exam coming up soon,” he answered, not looking up at her. If he caught sight of her he’d get distracted, already losing himself in thoughts of what she might look like. Was her hair messy? Was she wearing any makeup? Was she smiling at as she so often did? Hard as he tried, he eventually looked up at her and smiled. She grinned back and wished him good luck before walking away.

He left that day with a napkin covered in trigonometry equations written in Y/N’s neat scrawl and a giant smile on his face.

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It took a few more days before either party’s friends began to catch wind of what was happening. Y/N’s friend and coworker soon made a point out of leaving the counter whenever Davey came in so that Y/N could talk to him. Each day her friends endured love struck rants about the handsome boy, each day responding that Y/N should just ask him out. That always ended the conversation quickly, Y/N too unsure of herself to actually make a move with Davey.

Davey’s friends finding out that he went to the coffee shop each morning in order to see the pretty barista who had served them that first day was a bit more eventful. It was Katherine who noticed the napkins after she went into Davey’s bedroom to retrieve a book she needed to borrow. She had grabbed them and brought them out for everyone to see, teasingly asking Davey who they were from and if he had anything to tell them.

“They’re nothing” Davey mumbled, trying to grab the from Katherine.

“Yeah, because a love note in French is nothing, right?” Jack asked, smiling down at one of the napkins Katherine had shown him. That had been the day Y/N had commented on Davey’s choice of french vanilla coffee. He had looked up what I meant later that day and found out that she had written some of the lyrics from a song called La Vie En Rose (which was now a favorite of his, but that was beside the point.) he visibly blushed at Jack’s comment, making everyone go wild.

“Why’s this one got equations on it?” Jojo asked, squinting at a more recent napkin.

“I was studying for trigonometry,” Davey explained quietly, mortified by his friends reading his notes. He couldn’t help feel like this was some sort of betrayal - those notes were supposed to for him and Y/N only.

“And she wrote down the equations for you? Oh, that is rich!” Romeo hollered, laughing loudly.

“Who is she?” Katherine asked excitedly, a napkin with a note comparing Davey’s eyes to an autumn day in her hand.

“Oh my god, it’s that barista from the coffee shop, isn’t it?” Race asked, a big grin on his face. “She couldn’t keep her eyes off you that day.” The group erupted into noise and argued until, finally, Davey gave in and said they could come with him to the coffee shop the next day. He was absolutely dreading it, but Katherine assured him that she would try to keep everyone in line.

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Y/N had given her shift to her friend, who was trying to save money to buy concert tickets. She was reluctant to give up her chance to write Davey another note, but she felt bad and wanted to support her friend as best as she could. This had earned her a warm hug that had fixed all her worries. Plus, she could use a cup of coffee anyways, and if she wasn’t working maybe she’d be able to actually talk to Davey for once. The hope of a proper conversation lifted her spirits.

When Davey and the rest of the boys (as well as Katherine) entered the shop, they were disappointed to find that Y/N wasn’t behind the counter. Davey didn’t know whether to be relieved or upset - seeing Y/N and receiving her little notes were the highlight of his day. It wasn’t until him and his friends were seated with their food and drinks that the bell on the door rang again and a gust of cold air blew into the room.

“I swear to god Y/N, you can’t stay away can you? You’re not even working!” Y/N laughed at her friend as she approached the counter, unaware of the amount of eyes trained on her as she took off her scarf and coat, revealing a sweater that looked as comfortable as could be.

“Oh c'mon, you know hot chocolate and fall days are my favorite combination!” She grinned as her friend and coworker went to go make her a hot chocolate. She walked over to an empty table and hung her scarf and jacket over her chair, setting her bag down and pulling out a book. Sighing in content, she began to read, oblivious to the antics going on behind her. Davey’s friends, it seemed, were literally pushing him toward her. With a final shove from Katherine, Davey approached Y/N nervously.

“Can I sit here?” He asked, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. She looked up from her novel to find him looking down at her, her face flushing immediately as she nodded yes. An awkward silence settled over them, both unable to think of something to talk about. Y/N was much better with a marker than she was with actually speaking to the beautiful boy she saw each day.

“Do you um… do you mean those things you write? On the napkins?” Davey finally spoke up, catching Y/N off guard.

“Oh, yeah…” She bit her lip nervously as she set her book down in the table. “But if you want me to stop, I can totally understand that. Especially if it makes you uncomfortable or - oh my god, does it make you uncomfortable? I’m so sorry!” Davey instinctively reached out for her hand, silencing her anxious ramble. She stared at the contact between their fingers with wide eyes before nervously entwining them together. Davey smiled at that, which in turn caused her to smile.

“They don’t make me uncomfortable,” he said softly, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I like them, actually. A lot.”

“Oh, okay. That’s good.” He opened his mouth to say something else but was interrupted by Y/N’s friend calling out her name. With a red face and a dazed smile, Y/N walked up to retrieve her hot chocolate before joining Davey again.

“My friends are all watching us,” he whispered, an annoyed edge to his voice. Y/N looked behind her with furrowed eyebrows to find the group of boys who had cost Race so much money, this time accompanied by a single girl. They all lifted their hands and waved as she looked at them. With an amused half-grin, she waved back. Race winked at her, much like Spot had that first day, and she turned back around quickly before they could see her blush.

“They seem… nice,” Y/N giggled softly. Davey smiled, his hand reaching for hers again. Taking a deep breath and mustering up all the confidence she had, Y/N spoke. “Maybe we could go somewhere where they’re not all watching us?” Davey’s eyes widened at the implication before he nodded enthusiastically, already half out of his seat. Y/N laughed slightly as his excitement but she pulled her coat and scarf back on nonetheless. As they walked by, a murmur of noise rose in the group of boys, at least one of them wolf whistling at the couple’s red faces and linked hands. Once outside and out of earshot, Davey turned to Y/N with a smile.

“We should grab some lunch, talk for a while,” he suggested.

“You asking me on a date, Davey?” Y/N asked teasingly.

“Depends: would you say yes if I was?”

“Definitely yes.”

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When Davey walked into his on-campus apartment that he shared with Jack the next morning, his hair ruffled and his clothes slightly out of place, Jack went insane. He called in all the other boys who lived in the same apartment complex as them, as well as Katherine who lived down the street, practically shouting out the news. Davey’s face stayed a permanent shade of red as his friends questioned him, looking for every detail. He refused to tell them anything, much to their disappointment. It didn’t take long for Race, however, to find the note with Y/N’s phone number on it sticking out of his coat pocket, accompanied by another note in French. Before anyone could use their phones to translate it, Davey stole the paper back and hid them where he’d be able to find them later. She had written more lyrics from La Vie En Rose, ones that made an easy smile spread across his face.

Et dès que he l'aperçois Alors je sens en moi Mon cœur qui bat Dès nuits d'amour à ne plus en finir

He could only feel relieved that they hadn’t found the English scrawled on the back. French vanilla is my new favorite autumn smell.

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french translation: and as soon as i see him so i feel inside me my heart beating nights of love to never end

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So some of yall wanted that soft Waitress-inspired Javid au

Okay so

Setting the scene-- everyone lives in a small suburb. Kath, Crutchie, Spot, and a few of the others go to a university in the nearest big city, Race, Mush, Blink, and Romeo go to community college, and Sarah, Jack, and Specs go to this fancy arts school. (Sarah for fashion, Jack for painting, and Specs for dance, the flexible wizard that he is.) And Davey, as just the beginning of his stress, is taking night classes at the community college to slowly work towards a degree.

Why is Davey taking night classes, you ask? Because he’s working full time at a diner/coffee shop/cafe/we don’t give a single fuck what you call us just tip properly that Jacobi technically owns, but Davey basically runs, because Jacobi is an old man and Davey is too stressed out to let an old man handle the finances.

But why the everloving hell does Davey have to overwork himself that much? Because Esther and Mayer died a few years ago, and Davey is the main source of income, desperately trying to keep Sarah in her insanely expensive school and Les in high school, because dammit, Sarah’s too talented and Les is too young for them to have to give up. So most are in some of their last years of college, and some of them work at Jacobi’s.

And those who work at Jacobi’s are getting front row tickets to Davey’s Internal Breakdown. Kath in particular is their main barista and is getting more and more worried about Davey, considering he’s their main baker and still takes up all their management duties. When she finds out that he’s their only early morning baker, she sort of flips. Because, well, he’s getting four, maybe five hours of sleep a night, tops. And then when he starts yelling at a rude soccer mom who didn’t tip Crutchie despite changing her order three times, she decides to step in.

And that’s how Operation G.D.L., or “Get Davey Laid” is formed. Kath, Race, and Crutchie drive themselves to the edge of their sanity scouring through what the know about Davey for information on his “type”, and then, at 9:00, while clearing out stale pastries, Race strikes gold.

“Do you think he might be gay?”

All three of them are silent for like ten minutes, just sitting there, and then Crutchie just announces “HOLY FUCKING S H I T.”

Kath decides to take a visit to the Jacobs residence and check their theory. It is confirmed. Extremely confirmed. When she asks, Sarah literally chokes on a BBQ chip and starts laughing, because d u h. And so, Kath leaves with new information and a tupperware of Davey’s apple crumble that Les snuck her.

So they turn their attention to grilling every single guy in any of their schools to see if he’d be right. They waste maybe a month on community college and university guys before Race has another epiphany.

Jack Kelly, his boyfriend’s adopted brother who goes to art school with David’s sister. Obscenely attractive and can be counted on to make the first move. Also, the biest person to walk the earth since William Shakespeare himself. He’s perfect, they decide. And so, their plan is made.

Medda is a friend of everyone at the cafe, and especially a friend to Davey. She’s the closest he has to a mother figure, and has offered many times to provide financial aid for Sarah’s school. So Kath knows that if Jack stops by, Davey will consider it his duty to say hello. And then she off-handedly mentions that it’s his break, and Jack is ushering him over to sit down and have a scone.

After only a few minutes, it becomes transparently clear that G.D.L. has to become M.S.D.M.T.B.B.G.T.S: Make Sure Davey Marries This Boy Because Godammit They’re Soulmates. And it takes a full day of peer pressure before Davey’s like “Oh yeah I got his number lol”. And they just. Weren’t aware he could function like an actual human being at times.

Cut over to Davey and he’s talking to Jack about how he likes 80s movies and always wanted a boy to stand on his lawn with a boom box. Jack’s just sorta like *side eyes emoji*.

They text each other and meet at the diner for about a month, and eventually Jack’s like “Okay can we go on like... an actual date. Cause I like you a lot?” And Davey, bless his heart, has a moment of internal conflict. On one hand: full time job and night classes taking up all of his time. On the other: this incredible, sweet, secretly dorky, really cute guy likes him and wants to date him.

He says no, because since when is Davey good at self preservation? And Jack is like “Wait are you okay” because boy howdy he is not looking steady on his feet and Davey just. Spills everything. In the middle of the cafe. Tells him about his parents, about his classes, about everything. And then just sorta... flees. Takes his lunch break in the 7-11 bathroom.

He gets home from class later than usual, at like 11:45, and is temporarily scared shitless because he thinks he sees a burglar. He tells himself nothing’s wrong, and goes up to the Jacobs Sibling Apartment, and gets ready to sleep for three hours, and then. Hella loud music. For no reason. Like any self respecting person clinging to minuscule amounts of rest, he heads to the window to cuss the person out.

It’s Jack. Standing outside in three layers, holding a wireless speaker over his head. He sees Davey staring and yells “I KNOW IT’S NOT A BOOM BOX, BUT I’M NOT AS STRONG AS I LOOK.”

Davey’s neighbors start to cuss him out as Davey clambers downstairs in a bathrobe, tank top, and pajama pants to catapult himself at the boy who’s willing to stay up till midnight in November to ask him out.

Jack turns out to be a specialist in cheesy speeches. The jist of this one: I know you have a lot on your plate, but I’m willing to try my best to make us work, even if that means staying up until midnight every Friday to take you to the 24 hour market to eat fried chicken in the car. Davey actually starts crying, (he’s a big softie shhhh) and he kisses Jack so hard poor boy almost falls on his ass into a puddle.

Fast forward a year and a half later, Sarah’s graduated and getting a good paycheck working for a design company that Kath just so happens to have written an exclusive on. Romeo and Specs find themselves as matchmakers for the two. Davey was able to finally finish his first degree, and is getting a phd in biology (big nerd never got over his snake phase smh) while still working part time at the cafe, which Race has taken over with the help of Spot, who Davey managed to beat into a fairly good baker. Jack’s art career is going surprisingly well, and he credits 99% of his inspiration to his “nerdy boyfriend who cooks like the rat in Ratatouille”. Crutchie shocked everyone, got a masters, and is traveling Europe with a mysterious partner that no one knows a thing about. (Besides Davey, who knows everything about them and demands to be best man at the upcoming wedding.)

Davey’s the one who sucks it up and proposes, three years after they started dating. Literally no one is surprised. Davey tries to make the wedding cake a pie. Jack refuses. Davey still insists on making the cake.

They live happily ever after thanks for reading my bs byyyyeee.

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Sea Turtle- Albert DaSilva

That Soulmate AU where everything written on person A’s skin shows up on the same spot on person B’s.

 Skye was unsure of how she felt about the soulmate system. Her own parents had been a failed match, so she wasn’t entirely sure how much she actually believed in it. Sure, seeing some of her friends find their soulmates had been nice, and she’d been seeing her soulmate’s writings on her skin for a year now, but they never responded to her. She had no idea if they could even see her writings yet.

 The first thing she saw on her skin was a couple math equations on her wrist. She’d written a couple of question marks after them, but never got a response. And now, a year later, the seventeen year old was convinced that she would never get to meet her soulmate because she didn’t have one.

Everyone got the soulmate talk in middle school, before they were teenagers. At some point during your teenage years, writing would start to appear on your skin that wasn’t written by you. If you got to the age of twenty and couldn’t see the writings, then you probably didn’t have a soulmate. Skye’s grandfather had been that way, and had married a woman who was the same. If you got to the age of twenty and could see the writings, but that person couldn’t see yours, then they were your soulmate, but you weren’t theirs. Skye was terrified that this was what was happening.

 “Skye, come on, you still have three years to find your soulmate,” Race, her best friend, said one day. They were at lunch, waiting for a few of their friends to join them. Skye had been sadly staring at her arm as some kind of drawing slowly appeared on it. She was wearing a hoodie, but had her sleeves rolled up. Her soulmate drew on himself all the time, but couldn’t draw to save his life.

 “Race, my grandpa didn’t have a soulmate, and my own parents were a failed pair; a soulmate probably isn’t going to happen for me,” she responded.

 “Spot’s parents were a failed pair, too,” Race said, mentioning his own soulmate and boyfriend. “And he and I are perfectly fine. Plus Jack and Katherine, too, and Blink and Mush. You’ll find him, Skye,” he said.

 “Race, I’m not worried about finding him,” Skye finally confessed. “I’m worried that he might be my soulmate, but I won’t be his,” she said.

 Race’s face fell. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “That’s only happened a couple of times in history, Skye, you know that,” he said softly.

 “I know,” Skye replied. She moved her hand back away from his and slid her sleeves back down her arms, hiding the drawing and laying her head on her folded arms with a groan. “Might as well accept it,” she finally said.

 “Accept what?” that was Spot, coming up behind her.

 “Skye’s convinced that even when she does find her soulmate, that he’ll be hers, but she won’t be his,” Race said.

 “Awe, come on, Skye,” Spot started, sitting down next to her, “There’s only been, what, 50 confirmed cases of that in the history of humankind?”

 “And I’ll be case 51, then,” she said.

 Spot rolled his eyes at her. He had known her since they were five; she was never an over-dramatic person, usually very go-with-the-flow, but this soulmate thing was really taking its toll on her. Especially since she was the only one in their little friend group without her soulmate.  What Skye didn’t realize, was that her soulmate was facing a very similar problem.

 Albert Dasilva sat on the opposite side of the cafeteria with his friends. JoJo, Elmer, and Henry had already found their soulmates. JoJo’s was a pretty girl named Mary. Henry was with a kid named Finch, and Elmer said he had found his soulmate, but none of them had met them, yet. Albert was the only one to not yet find his soulmate. He couldn’t even see the writing, yet.

 JoJo sat next to his friend, drawing on his arm with a pen he found at the bottom of his bag.  And by drawing, he really meant that he was just tracing the freckles on Albert’s arm; the redhead had a LOT of freckles.

 “You know, Jo, just because I can’t see the writing doesn’t mean my soulmate can’t,” Albert said. “She could be sitting there, watching this show up on her arm, just so confused right now.”

 Elmer paused in raising a fry up to his mouth. “How do you know your soulmate’s a girl?” he asked.

 “’Cause I’m straight,” the redhead answered, “The soulmate system’s been really good with pairing people up with the gender they’re attracted too. I mean, Henry got matched with Finch, but JoJo got matched with Mary. Henry is attracted to guys, and JoJo is attracted to girls.”

 JoJo nodded in agreement, swallowing the food in his mouth, “It’s true; when my aunt met her wife for the first time, she was terrified that it was a guy because Tracey has kind of messy writing. But when she saw that she was a girl, she got so excited.”

 Albert pointed to him with a fry, and then said, “And just because I can’t see her writings yet doesn’t mean she can’t see mine.”

 “But what if you don’t have a soulmate?”

 JoJo glared at Henry for the question. “Henry, come on. That’s just as rare as having someone be your soulmate, but them not being yours! I only know of one in recent years, and that’s that one girl’s grandparents. She sits over there, I think.”

 JoJo pointed to a group of students on the other side of the cafeteria. Two girls, and six boys. The girl JoJo spoke of had long black hair braided out of her face, and was wearing an over-sized hoodie with leggings.

 “Her name’s Elise, right?” Elmer asked, twisting in his seat to see her.

 JoJo nodded, “I work at the art store with her.”

 “She goes by Skye, I think,” Albert said. “I’ve talked to her, she’s nice, but she hangs out with Spot Conlon, Race Higgins, and Jack Kelly. Katherine Pulitzer and Crutchie Morris are cool, but those three…” he shuddered.

 “How did all of them get those nicknames?” Henry asked, looking confused.

 Albert shrugged. “I only know Skye’s. Her eyes are super blue. Oh, and Crutchie; don’t know what happened, but he needs crutches to walk.”

 “What’s wrong with Spot, Jack, and Race?” that was Davey. He had just moved to the school a month before with his older sister Sarah, and he had become friends with the four of them. He sat down on Albert’s other side with a lunch box in hand. “Jack seems cool, anyway.”

 “Spot is a notorious fighter,” Henry explained. “Haven’t you ever wondered why he always has black eyes and bruises? He’s calmed down since he found out Race is his soulmate, though.”

 “And why do Race and Jack elicit shudders?” Davey asked.

 “Race’s thing is more that he’s dating Spot, so mess with him, and you get Spot. Jack’s Spot’s brother. Crutchie is, too. The three of them were adopted together, so they’re all pretty protective of each other,” Henry said.

 “Race himself is actually pretty cool; I work at his family’s restaurant, remember?” Albert added.

 “I want to know when Skye met them,” Elmer said before sticking some more fries into his mouth.

 Albert shrugged, “They started Kindergarten together. I don’t remember the four of them not being friends.”

 “And why are we talking about these people who we barely know?” Davey asked in confusion.

 “Henry over here said that because Albert can’t see the writings yet, that he might not have a soulmate. The only person I know like that is Skye’s grandparents,” JoJo explained.

 “Awe, you’ll find your soulmate, Albert,” Davey said. He had his sleeves rolled up, which allowed everyone to see the writing that covered his arm. Whoever his soulmate was, she was a writer.

 Albert grinned, “Thanks, Davey.”

 Three months later, as Skye was writing her break times on her hand, her advisor came up behind her, ready to give her a job as soon as she got her head set on. Catching sight of the break times and register number on the back of Skye’s hand, he whistled.

 “Your soulmate probably doesn’t appreciate that you do that,” he said.

 Skye shrugged, “From what I can tell, he can’t see my writings. Hasn’t responded to anything I’ve written, although I can see his stuff,” she said, twisting her arm so that her advisor could see the little doodles he had left that morning.

 Her advisor only hm’d in response, and gave her a job to start her shift.  Halfway through it, as she was finally sitting down to her lunch break, she noticed it.

 What are these times?

 Skye held her breath. He could see her writings? With shaky fingers, she picked up a pen and wrote back.

 You can see my writing?

 She watched as, moments later, letters began to materialize just below her question, on her arm.

 Yeah I glanced down and they just appeared. How long…?

 Over a year.

 There was a pause in the writing. Had she scared him off? Yep, she’d never meet her soulmate.

 I’m so sorry. You’ve had to deal with my idiot friends drawing on my arms for a whole year.

 Skye let out a laugh. Oh, she was going to like this guy.

 They had a long conversation during her lunch, and then some more during her last break. After work, Skye was so excited about finally being able to actually talk to her soulmate that it took her forever to get to sleep. She showed up to school the next day, tired, but happy.

 “Morning, Skye,” Race said as he come to her locker that morning. Spot was with him, as was Crutchie.

 “Morning!” she grinned at the three boys. They shared a look.

 “I haven’t seen you this happy in a while,” Spot said. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the locker next to Skye’s. “Especially on a Monday morning.”

 “What, a girl can’t be happy that a new week is starting?” she asked.

 Spot just raised a dark eyebrow.

 Skye grinned, “He wrote back.”

 “Your soulmate?!” Race exclaimed.

 Skye nodded and shoved her sleeve up to her elbow. And entire conversation, half in Skye’s neat script in blue pen, and the other half in a messier scrawl in black pen, covered her arm.

 “Oh my god, Skye!” Crutchie exclaimed. “Do you know who he is?!”

 Skye shook her head. “You know how the system is; names and addresses get blurred out. But I do know that he apparently hates his hair because it’s red, and he lives in New York.”

 “Alright, that only narrows it down to a couple thousand guys in New York,” Spot said.

 “Spot,” Race nudged his soulmate, “It can’t be that hard to find him; people find their soulmates all the time. Spot and I figured it out by deciding to use a picture. I drew a very specific picture on my arm. Obviously, it appeared on Spot’s arm. That way Spot and I knew where to look and what to look for. The fact that we were already best friends was already a plus.”

 Skye nodded, “I think I’ll try that. Thanks, Race.”

 Race grinned at her, “Anything to help my favorite girl.”

 A few days later, after many conversations on their legs, and the one on their arms washed off, Skye brought up Race’s idea.

 So apparently my idiot friend is actually really smart because he gave me an idea for us to find each other.

 Skye set down her pen, and waited. Sometimes it took him a while to answer. Finally, though, he did.

 What’s the idea?

 Skye grinned and set her pen to her skin.

 I’ll draw a very specific thing on my arm or the back of the hand. It’ll appear on you, and we can look for the drawing to try and find each other.

 Sounds good to me. What do you want to draw?

 Skye thought for a moment. Jack was the artist of the group, but Skye was pretty good at drawing.

 Just wait and see.

 With that, she ran to her room. Grabbing a bunch of colored pens, she got to work drawing a very detailed sea turtle on the back of her hand. A few blocks away, Albert watched in fascination as the sea turtle slowly showed up on the back of his hand.

 The next day, Skye made sure that her hand was on full display for everyone to see. Race and Spot were happy that she was implementing the idea, but had warned her that because it’s obviously not someone she already knows, that it probably won’t happen the very first day like it had for them.

 “Out of curiosity, Race, what did you draw?” Skye asked once lunch finally came around.

 “A dog!” he said proudly.

 “A poor excuse for one, maybe,” Spot muttered.

 Race rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

 Skye didn’t find her soulmate that day. Or the next day, or the next, or the next. A month into this, and Skye was getting ready to give up on this idea. She sighed as she wrote her break times onto her wrist.

 “Still haven’t found him?” that was JoJo, one of her coworkers.

 Skye shook her head, “No. It’s been a month, and we’ve been drawing very specific pictures to try and find each other, but it isn’t working.”

 “Hey, my best friend is doing that with his soulmate,” JoJo said.

 “Hopefully he’s having better luck than I am,” Skye said. She held her hand out in front of her, examining the drawing of a sea turtle on the back of her hand. JoJo glanced at it and looked away, only to suddenly turn and stare, wide-eyed.

 “Oh, my God,” JoJo muttered, turning away and practically running back to the break room. Skye watched this, very confused.

 When JoJo got back to the break room, he got to his locker, opened it, and pulled out his phone. “Pick up, Al, pick up!” he groaned. While he worked at an art store, Albert was a waiter.

 “Hey, this is Albert, ya just missed me. Leave a message, and I’ll get back to ya!”

 JoJo cursed a little bit. “Albert, I swear to God, you need to get down to the art shop as soon as you can! It’s really important! I will kick your ass if you don’t!” With that, JoJo tossed his phone back into his locker.

 Three hours later, Albert DaSilva walked into the art store, still in his work clothes, having just gotten off. Wearing black jeans and a black shirt with Antonio’s written on it in white script right above the left breast, Albert ran his fingers through his hair.  He worked for Race’s family’s restaurant, Antonio’s, making most of his money through tips. He still had his belt around his waist, which had his book in it, a pad of paper and a pen stuffed into it for taking orders. A decent sized wad of money was rubber-banded, all of his tips earned, was also in there, and a few other things that one needed when they were a waiter.

 JoJo, upon seeing the redhead, immediately sped-walked over to his best friend. “What took you so long?!” he demanded.

 Albert raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I was at work? Race had to come get me because my phone kept going off. I had to tell them I had a family emergency! You’re lucky it was the end of my shift, anyways! What’s so important that you had to blow up my phone?”

 “I found your soulmate!”

 Albert put his hands on JoJo’s shoulders, “Jo, I told you, that girl was Katherine Pulitzer, Jack Kelly’s soulmate? Of course she had a small painting on her arm, when doesn’t she these days?”

 He spoke to his best friend like he was a small child in that moment, a teasing smile on his lips.

 JoJo rolled his eyes. “No, not that! Remember a few months ago, when we were talking about Skye Kloppman? I think she’s your soulmate!” he exclaimed.

 “Skye Kloppman, my soulmate? Don’t you think I would have noticed in the past month that we had matching drawings on our hands?” he asked, adding in a laugh.

 JoJo kept eye contact with his best friend and raised the mic for his headset to his lips, “Skye, could you come up to the front of the store, please?”

 Albert didn’t hear her response, but sure enough, the pretty ravenette was walking towards them.

 “Hey, Jo, what’s up?” Skye asked.

 “Skye, can I see your hand, please?” JoJo asked. When Skye confusedly held up her right hand, he sighed at her, “Your left hand.”

 Skye blushed but held up her left hand, palm up. The break times written on her wrist were hidden by the sleeve of the jacket she was wearing. Grabbing her hand, JoJo turned it over so it was palm down, exposing the sea turtle drawing.

 “Al?” Albert stared at her hand, eyes wide. Hands now shaking, he gulped and put his hand next to hers, palm down. The drawing of a sea turtle on the back of her hand matched the one on his hand perfectly.

 Both looked up with sharp gasps, eyes meeting.

 Oh, my God, Skye thought, my soulmate. My actual soulmate.

 Finally, Skye smiled widely. “Hi, I’m Skye. I think I’m your soulmate.”

 Albert let a laugh escape. “Hi, I’m Albert, I think I’m your soulmate, too,” he said.

 “Okay, I’m just gonna leave you two alone,” JoJo said, edging away from his best friend and his coworker.

 Finally, they had found each other, in an art store of all places. They grinned at each other.

 My very first soulmate AU, not sure how I feel about it. Please let me know how it was!