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aspendragonfly · 2 months

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Genuinely so tempted to start writing little x reader blurbs for Hazbin Hotel but I've been pushing it off bc of how busy I am with theatre stuff- soooo if there's anything you'd like me to write feel free to give suggestions 🤭 (also using this as an opportunity to figure out how to ✨bedazzle✨ my posts on here 😍 no but actually I really need help with that bc how tf 💀)

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Characters I am Willing to Write for:

Hazbin Hotel

❒ Lucifer

❒ Vox

❒ Velvette

❒ Rosie

❒ Angel Dust

❒ Husk

❒ Charlie

❒ Vaggie

❒ Alastor

❒ Adam

❒ Lute

❒ Sir Pentious

❒ Cherri Bomb

❒ Ofc this could change, just feel free to request whoever and I'll try my best 🤟

Newsies 📰

❒ Jack Kelly

❒ Davey

❒ Katherine Plumber

What I will NOT be Willing to Write:

❒ NSFW

❒ Don't even think about requesting Valentino because it's not happening- absolutely hate that man 💃

❒ Age-Gap stuff, it just makes me uncomfy and I personally don't get how people are able to romanticize it 😭 (again, just my opinion, no hate if you do like it, just as long as it's not illegal 🤷‍♀️)

❒ Anything romantic with Charlie and Vaggie bc they are datingggg- plus it just feels weird writing x reader for them, it's like in my mind they're cheating, as stupid as that sounds 💀

❒ Ummm there's probably other stuff but I can always add to it later 🤷‍♀️

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Soooo with that being said, feel free to send any requests and I'll try my best to write them! I know most of you probably won't be bothered to read this part, but I also draw as well and I've seriously been meaning to draw more often, especially different poses, so if you want me to draw anything I'll certainly try my best! Though no promises I'll actually finish the drawing ones because that takes up a lot more time and I barely have any 😭 The only times I'm actually free are on weekends 😞 But yeah, request if you feel like it 💪 And feel free to just call me Dragonfly! It's sort of like my alias at this point 💀

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel adam #lute #vox x reader #velvette x reader #sir pentious x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader #cherri bomb x reader #jack kelly x reader #newsies #Davey x reader #Katherine Plumber x reader

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baugettetaylorsversion · 3 months

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RIP Luke Castellan, he would’ve loved Newsies.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke pjo #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #newsies #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #jack kelly #davey jacobs #les jacobs #jeremy jordan #broadway #theatre #musicals

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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Jack gets jealous

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @roguesknights

The Request:

Could I request Jack sparrow x reader where Jack gets a bit jealous of someone flirting with reader?

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“It would never have worked out between us, darling.” Jack Sparrow silently claims.

From the first day of being recruited to the crew of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

One day, it dawned onto him as he spent more time then he should have trying to figure out almost desperately why that his heart was trying to tell him something whenever you’re both in the same place together. It had come come across his dull mind, telling Jack that he wanted more out of the friendship he had with you, that Jack Sparrow realizes he was in love with you and could only hope that you returned the feelings just the same. Unbeknownst to the pirate, you sincerely felt the same way. It was not only of shyness or fear of getting rejected you haven’t said anything to each other about it, you both just were unsure how to approach the confession with out making either of you feel weird. All that Jack Sparrow knew was that he wanted and was going to be the first to make a move in to say something about it. But first, he wanted to go to a highly trusting crew mate for advice before making this big approach.

This was definitely a nerve whacking feeling, making him feel more overwhelmed then he should allow himself to. The first crew mate that came to Jack’s mind was Mr. Gibbs, but then something else told him that if he wanted the best advice possible, he should go to a woman he knows with this information. Thankfully to Jack, he had only one another woman onboard who goes by the name of Elizabeth Swann. The ideal purpose of the approach was to avoid any suspicious minds from any of the others who populated the Black Pearl. Although he felt sure of it, he still put some thought into it before deciding that’s what he was going to with. But as Jack Sparrow was looking for Elizabeth, something had captured his undivided attention which had Jack stopping abruptly in his tracks before looking over at you.

Looking over your way, he sees you’re not alone. The company at the moment was Will Turner, watching the two of you talking as if you’re lifelong friends catching up on what was new. The familiar feeling of jealousy crept behind him before taking him over completely, seeing as you were smiling and laughing at something he was telling you made Jack’s blood boiling as he thought that should be him making you smile and laugh. Hatred towards Will Turner was brewing within him, almost like a slow burn of clean cut jealousy. Jack Sparrow started to feel overwhelmed once again which soon turned into livid anger. But it was that anger to have Jack Sparrow have second thoughts about getting advice.

Jack Sparrow could no longer suck it up to get any advice that may have win you to be by his side before anyone else claims you. Jack couldn’t help but think that there was nothing more he wanted to have then you. All he wanted was you, and the possibility of seeing you with someone, holding someone else’s hand scared him to the core. Most nights in the privacy he spent in his cabin, he would wonder what it might be like and feel like to hold your hand in his own. It soon comes to a point for Jack to scoff at you before finally walking away, it felt like forever for Jack to have watched you with Will Turner. At the last minute, you see from the corner of your eye Jack walking away from the two of you intending to go on the top deck of the Pearl. You watched him and quickly got up to follow from behind, wanting to confront him about watching you and Will Turner, wanting the truth.

You weren’t afraid to ask Jack Sparrow flat out, as doing so seemed to be a poor choice to make and could have an ugly outcome, but you went ahead and followed. Once Jack made it, you weren’t far behind and you were determined to figure out why he was watching you. However, Jack Sparrow doesn’t take notice of your presence until you spoke up, that having earned you a dirty look from the pirate you had fallen for. The first thought that came to mind was that maybe he was needing something from you and you didn’t pay him any attention.

“Did you need something?” You ask, looking back at him.

Jack doesn’t respond, so you continue with another question.

“Jack, what’s wrong?”

“Funny you should ask that, (Y/n).” He grumbles, now looking away.

“Pardon?”

“Get it together, (Y/n)! I’m not stupid, I saw the way you and Turner were looking at each other!”

That’s when the realization hit you, Jack Sparrow was jealous! You now understood why he was being hostile towards you… it was jealousy.

It was hard not to feel so amused by this, and you couldn’t help but let an amused expression take over. That was when you decided to tease him a little bit. Before you could however, he caught onto the amused look on your face and got a little upset.

“What?!” He barks.

“Nothing… it’s just that I think you’re cute when you’re jealous.” You playfully tease.

Jack was already upset and that response only added onto that, it only fueled him more, and more curtly.

“I have nothing to be jealous of!”

“Are you sure? Because you know I will figure it out later on and coming back to you with questions.”

Although silent, Jack Sparrow knew you were right and that’s when he needed to be honest because tomorrow never holds promises, tomorrow could even be too late. Jack spits the truth and rushed his words you barely picked up on enough to understand it was a love confession, that putting a smile on your face.

“Alright! Alright, I’ll tell ya! I like you a whole lot, in fact… I… love you.”

Looking back at him, you smile before leaning in to softly peck his cheek before confessing your own feelings.

“That’s good to hear because I love you too, Jack Sparrow.”

Once it was all out in open air, you both stood your ground as if you were frozen to it and just smiled at each other before Jack Sparrow leaning in close up to until your lips met, kissing felt like you were glued, not wanting to pull away from your first shared kiss.

Kissing you was the kiss Jack Sparrow has always wanted.

Just like that, you were now his property.

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@savvythepirate

Requests: OPEN

Tags: @princessofthornsandroses @justafairytailofinnocence @marsswann

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dave-me0wstaine · 7 months

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could you write subby Dave x reader?and like the reader is teasing him and he got tired and yk, like stops being subby and the reader now is the subby?if you want add kinks for Dave, like idk, spitt kink?spanking?hair pulling?and all that 🤭

hi anon!! firstly i'm so so sorry that it's taken me a while to reach your request, my inbox was a little full and it got buried :(

but i absolutely love this idea! something about this feels very... accurate?? idk how to describe it but it feels like something that would actually happen with dave lol.

like he'd be underneath you, wriggling around, biting his lips as you work a light hand over his cock. he keeps whining and pleading for you to touch him properly, to put it inside you, but you only shush him and tell him to " be a good boy" and take whatever you give him. the more he begs the more teasing, more cruel you become. you hover over his cock, barely pushing the head of his cock in before you pull yourself away from him again.

this goes on for only a few minutes, but it seems like forever to dave, but he finally feels you begin to sink yourself lower on his cock and he's almost howling in pleasure, feeling delirious from the lack of proper stimulation. the sounds of pleasure quickly turn into growls of frustration, as you teasingly rise off of his cock once more.

dave's actions are so quick that you don't realize that your face is pressed into the mattress until you're struggling to breathe. in an instant, he's manhandled you until your face is shoved into the damp, sweat-soaked sheets and your ass is high up in the air, with your legs spread for him.

"i'm sick and tired of your shit," dave growls out between gritted teeth. you try to turn to face him, to try and say something to regain dominance, but before you can, dave spits in your open mouth and slams his cock into you.

as you wriggle in his grasp, dave drills into your heat, delivering heavy-handed spanks to your ass, making the skin feel hot under his touch.

"s'too much," you whine, and subconsciously try to inch yourself away from his powerful thrusts.

dave yanks you back onto his dick by your hair, and sneers in a condescending tone, "it hurts? aw, that's too bad, hun. now be a good girl and take what i give you."

#i <3 mean davey #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #asks

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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year

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May I request a blurb for the prompt “Do you want me to carry you?” with Davey Jacobs x Reader? Or Jack Kelly x Reader, whichever you prefer.

I hope you enjoy!! This is my first time writing for Davey so let me know what you think!

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 17 - "Do you want me to carry you?"

Les was fast asleep, head resting on Y/N's knees as she idly combed through the kid's hair, talking to the other Newsies.

Davey, Jack and Les had finished up selling early that day and so had headed back to the lodging house to kill time, and go over future plans for the union. One by one, as more Newsies had returned from their days exploits, the conversation had gone from work-orientated to just chatting among each other.

Davey seemed more at ease than Y/N had seen him... well, ever, if she was going to be honest. Since she had met him, Davey had been stressed out and nervous about the future of his family, the strike, the union and now his newly acquainted brothers. So it was nice to see him relaxing with the other sellers. Cracking jokes with Crutchie and teasing Race over his latest gambling loss.

Les, however, had not quite kept up. He had come over to Y/N almost the moment she had returned to the lodging house and sat down to join her friends and demanded her attention. The kid was inexplicably fond of her - Y/N suspected it had something to do with her teaching him to tie his laces, and agreeing not to tell the other boys he hadn't known how to do it up until then in case they teased him.

Davey had confided in her that Les' admiration more than likely actually stemmed from the strike itself. She had stuck by his side through the whole ordeal, taking a couple of blows on his behalf when the bulls had arrived and she had been desperate to get him as far away from the fighting as possible.

(Davey had also admitted, rather shyly, with flushed pink cheeks that he, too, had been touched by the attention shown to his younger brother. Grateful to her that she had been looking out for him. Y/N had wondered then if she was naive for wanting to read into his words, to try and convince herself that he returned her affections)

Les had grown sleepy quickly, though. And had passed out across Y/N's lap with the quiet murmurings of the Newsies to keep him company. Davey had met her eyes a couple of times across the room, since seeing his younger brother fast asleep on her lap. And there was an undeniable apology in his expression, which Y/N was quick to dismiss each time with a grin and shake of her head.

She didn't mind it at all.

(And no, that had nothing to do with the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw Davey looking over towards her and Les with such gentle affection)

The evening had, in short, been close to perfect.

Davey stood from where he had been resting on Crutchie's bed, leaning against the wall as he chatted idly with Race and Albert, and he stretched out his arms. Y/N could have sworn that she heard his back give a crack at the movement.

"I should probably get home - our folks will be worrying about us," Davey offered by way of explanation. There were nods and farewells called to him from around the room and Davey picked his way across the floor to reach Y/N and Les.

He offered her the shy smile she was used to seeing him wear and he reached up to ruffle his hair a little under his cap.

"Figure I should collect your limpet," he said, a teasing edge to his voice. "Sorry about him."

"Don't apologise - he's a sweet kid," Y/N paused before adding: "and you're a real good brother to him, Dave."

A pink hue sprinkled across the apples of Davey's cheeks, but Y/N forced herself to look away from it, gently shaking the kid on her lap.

Les groaned and swatted at her hand.

"Leave me alone," he grumbled. Y/N shared an amused glance with Davey, who crouched down.

"Come on - we've gotta get home, Les."

"I'm comfortable," he complained again, opening his eyes just enough to shoot his brother a glare. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Davey caught the action though, rolling his eyes at her in exasperation.

"I can't imagine it's all that comfortable for Y/N, though. Come on, get up."

Les opened his eyes again, this time directed up at Y/N in the same puppy-dog expression she knew Jack had been training him in to sell his papers.

"Y/N" he whined. Y/N chuckled and pinched his arm lightly.

"What do you want me to do, kid? Do you want me to carry you home?" She joked. Les looked contemplative though, and then nodded.

"That would work," he agreed.

Y/N burst out laughing, and Davey sighed again, letting his head fall down onto the mattress beside his brother.

"I told mum and dad you were a heathen," he complained. "I said they should've just stuck with me and Sarah."

"This is why I like Y/N," Les huffed, aiming a kick at Davey. "She's nice to me."

"Alright, kid - come on, your parents will be worried," Y/N cut in, laughing quietly. She pushed him off of her lap and stood up. "How does a piggy back ride sound?"

Ten minutes later, the three of them were walking the route back to Davey's family home. Les had fallen back asleep, resting on Y/N's lap, and Davey hadn't stopped spewing apologies for his brother's actions.

"Dave - I mean it, you don't need to apologise," she said with a gentle laugh. "Manhatten's nice to walk through at this time of night, anyway." She shot a teasing look at him from the corner of her eye. "Besides, the company's not all too bad, either."

Davey went bright pink, mouth gaping open slightly as he processed her... rather forward words.

"I mean - I'd never complain at the chance to spend more time with you," he managed to get out, smiling awkwardly at her.

"Such a charmer, Jacobs."

"You started it!"

The two of them lapsed into quiet laughter for a moment. Just as the two of them turned the corner down into Davey's street, he spoke again.

"Well... would I be able to take you out some time? To make up for this?" He gestured at the sleeping kid. "Without my brother, and the other's, I mean. Since we... like spending time together, and all," he added awkwardly.

"You asking me on a date, Jacobs?"

"That.... depends on your answer?" Davey tried weakly and Y/N laughed.

"And if my answer's a yes?" She asked as they came to a stop outside of the Jacobs' front door. Davey stepped forwards to scoop Les into his arms instead.

"Then yeah - definitely a date," Davey confirmed, far more confidently.

Y/N offered a crooked grin and stepped up to press a kiss to his cheek, marvelling in the stunned expression the action left behind.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Dave."

(Can confirm, Les was 100% not asleep, just sick of Davey's pining and decided to take matters into his own hands)

#davey jacobs x reader #davey jacobs #Davey jacobs imagine #Davey jacobs fanfiction #newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #newsies x reader

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sl-newsie · 4 months

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Run Your Mouth (David Jacobs x Fem Brooklyn Newsie)

Request: While David and Jack are in Brooklyn trying to convince Spot to join the strike, Davey sees a girl in the corner of his eye.

Davey’s POV

“So is this Spot Colon a big deal?”

“Just wait and see.”

It’s funny how fast a person’s life can change in a day. First I’m selling newspapers, the next I’m being taken to Brooklyn. I’ll admit I’m really anxious to be in such an unfamiliar atmosphere, especially with the tough Brooklyn newsies watching our every move.

“Where is he?” I whisper to Jack, trying to stick as close a possible. Meanwhile Boots keeps looking around with a laid-back smile.

“Be patient,” the cowboy mutters.

“Well if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”

We both look up and literally spot the one I think is the Brooklyn leader named Spot Colon.

“See you moved up in the woild, Spot. Got a river view and everything,” Jack comments.

‘Spot’ hops down and I see he’s hold’n a cane. Him and Jack do tha spit handshake and grin at each odda.

“Is that Jack?” A distant voice asks. It’s a girl’s voice.

Just then, in the corner of my eye I see a tall figure step out from behind the crates, and my heart stops. If it weren’t for her voice, one might say she’s a boy from this distance. A few strands of blonde hair poke out from under her newsie cap. She’s wearing faded gray overalls and a messy, oversized blue shirt that’s left with two undone buttons, leaving part of her chest exposed. As the Brooklyn newsie steps closer, it only highlights her feminine charms even more. It’s the eyes. Her eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that I’m drowning in- Get a grip, David!

She twirls a walking stick as she struts forward to meet us, appearing to size me up. “Who’s the geek?”

“I, uh-” For once in my life I dunno what to say!

Lucy’s POV

Spot likes to keep things simple in Brooklyn. We’s the toughest there is, therefore there’s little threats. But that also means we don’t get too much action ‘round here. I thought the highlight-a the week was gonna be when Bucky threw Scab into the river, but I was proved wrong when Jack came by for a visit. I’s one-a Spot’s lookouts, so I’d overhoid earlier about ‘Hattan’s strike business. I just never believed they’d have the guts to come here and ask for help. Jack’s here, and he brought company. I recognized Boots immediately, but then see an unfamiliar face. A cute one at that. I know Spot will club me for think’n like a lovestruck dumb blonde, but just ‘cause I’s a Brooklyn newsie don’t mean my goilish instincts are shut off.

Now the guy keeps look’n at me, his piercing blue eyes analyzing me as if I’m a museum art piece.

“Who’s the geek?” I ask, both curious and as a flirt.

“I, uh-” the blue-eyed newsie stutters.

I can tell Spot already knows what game I’m playing ‘cause he keeps try’n to block me from get’n closer.

“Jack, tell the mouth he’s got no chance with Pickens. You know the rules.”

Cowboy looks back and forth between us, then accepts defeat as he pulls the ‘mouth’ away.

Now Spot turn to Boots. “How’s it hang’n?”

“Got some nice shooters for ya!”

Boots hands him a few smooth rocks. Spot then takes out a slingshot, loads it, and aims at a nearby bottle. “So Jackie boy, I’s been hear’n things from little boidies.” He shoots, caus’n the bottle ta shatter poifectly. “Things from Queens… Harlem. They been chirp’n in my ear, tell’n me Jackie’s boys are plann’n on a strike.”

“Well, we are,” the new guy says assurin’ly.

I’ll give him credit for spunk. Most folks don’t even got the cahonies to look at Spot, let alone talk back to him.

“Oh yeah? Yeah?” Spot gets up in his face, try’n to intimidate him. “Whis is this Jackie boy, some kind-a walk’n mouth?”

Jack looks out from under his cowboy hat. “Yeah, it’s a mouth with brains. And you’ll here what he’s gotta say.”

Spot considers this, then agrees by lean’n against the crates and wait’n for their explanation. “So Jack, are all the odda boroughs pitch’n in?”

“They is wait’n for what Spot Colon is do’n.”

Now the new guy jumps in. “They say that Spot Colon- you’re the key. That Spot Colon’s the most famous newsie in all of New York. And if you join, we’ll be unstoppable. You just gotta join!”

Spot seems to think it over, and I can tell it’s really got him think’n.

“You were right, Jack. Brains. But I got brains too. How do I know you got what it takes? How do I know you’s won’t go run’n the first time some goon comes at ya with a club?”

“‘Cause I’m tell’n ya, Spot.” Jack replies.

Spot sighs impatiently and begins to walk away towards me. “That ain’t good enough, Jackie boy. You gotta show me.”

That’s Brooklyn talk for “no,” which don’t seem to please Jack. He nods respectfully and gestures for the two boys to follow him out. Deep down, I’d be lying if I said I weren’t disappointed to see the mouth go. He must feel the same, because he keeps looking back at me and is hesitant to follow. So much that Jack has to grab his arm to lead him outta his trance.

“Sorry, Davey. Rules state that goils don’t get involved with business.”

Davey? Ah, so the geek has a name.

I saunter forward and go to stand next to Davey, give’n Spot a sassy look. “Who says this is business? I’m go’n for a walk, and you can’t say no.”

Just like that, the King ‘o Brooklyn is reduced to a speechless mess. “Wait- You can’t- You seriously- Him?”

I laugh at his scatterbrained speech and point to Davey. “Yes, him. Be back in an hour!”

Quickly, I grab Davey’s arm and pull him through the crowd-a Brooklyn newsies towards the bridge. Once we’s alone, I relax and set a leisurely stride. All the while Davey looks as if he’s seen a ghost.

“You ok?”

He nods slowly, still stare’n at me.

“Can ya still talk?”

Davey flashes a noivous smile and licks his lips. “Hehe, maybe. Depends if you’re gonna stop being too gorgeous to look at.”

His woids make me suspect a joke, but his face don’t say that. He ain’t kidding.

“You… think I’s gorgeous?” I tilt my head in consideration. “Yeah, just like every guy in Brooklyn. Look’n at me like a piece-a meat.”

This seems to erase all-a Davey’s worried nerves, because he’s got a different look on his face. One more determined, like a debate leader.

“I don’t think you are. Why would they think that?”

I scoff. “Everyone does! Like I’s just a dumb blonde who don’t know squat! Just anodda pretty face. No offense Davey, but I was hope’n you’d be a break from those guys.”

Davey halts in his tracks and grips my shoulders, and I have to resist my fight response to punch his adorable face.

“You’re not just a pretty face. I don’t know much about Brooklyn, but I do know that Spot Colon is a big deal. I admire how you’re confident enough to dominate over him, but don’t have an intense ego. If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind having an intellectual conversation with you instead of gushing about how you’re making my heart melt.”

He takes a deep breath, have’n just spilled his guts to me. This, in turn, has left me speechless. Never once has any newsie in Brooklyn been smart enough to carry on an educated conversation odda than what’s in the papes. Heck, some of ‘em can’t even read!

Davey must take my silence as rejection, because he’s get’n noivous again.

“Sorry if I upset you. I… have the tendency to talk too much.”

“I like that.”

His eyes go crazy, almost try’n to double think what I said. “Y-You like it? It’s not annoying?”

A smile grows on my face and I nod. “Go right ahead, Davey. Run your mouth. I don’t mind.”

Something gets triggered in Davey, because he immediately starts lecturing about social issues. Part of it I understand, but some is a bit too complicated.

“Wait, wait. How do you know all this?”

Davey gets a cute blush on his cheeks. “I used to be in school, before my father had an accident that took him out of work. Now I gotta sell papers to earn money.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. You got family, yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you?” Davey rethinks this and quickly adds: “I’m sorry, that’s a personal subject. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“No no, ‘s alright. It ain’t new to me. I never knew my folks. They threw me in an orphanage as soon as I could talk, and I’s been a newsie since I was five. So, you was say’n ‘bout the problem of over-achieving?”

Davey gets back on track and continues. “I believe that success should be celebrated but to an extent. We shouldn't let our praise go to politicians and business men's heads. After all, living a healthy and free life is its own reward. What's wrong is that our economy has made it appear that being rich and important is better than being content with the little things in life.”

“Ain’t that a fact,” I scoff. “They don’t know what real wealth is.”

“By the way, we never got a real introduction.” Davey stands up straight and holds out a hand to shake. “My real name is David. David Jacobs. I- I know we literally just met, but- Are you familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet?”

The name washes over me. “No?”

Davey shakes his head and tries again. “There’s something called love at first sight. Maybe you'd know about that, Miss…? Gosh, I don’t even know your real name!” He chuckles. “Some romantic I must be. They call you Pickens, right?”

His innocent smile makes me soften up, bringing a hand over to grip his. “It’s Lucy. My real name’s Lucy, in case you wanted to know.”

“I- I did want to know. But I gotta ask- why me? You didn’t even know me, yet you’re so open to talking with me.”

“Because-a you, genius. You’s actually got brains in that pretty head-a yours, unlike most guys here who got cement for brains. And if at any time you’s ever feel like talk’n, come visit me. Or bedda yet, ya could ask me out?”

Davey stops dead in his tracks, blabbering on like a drunk squirrel. “Ask you- Like- Like a date?”

“No, like an interview. Of course a date, genius!” I laugh.

Davey still ain’t convinced. “But I’m me. I’m not like most guys-”

“All the more reason I’d luv to go on a date with you, David Jacobs.”

He laughs out loud and foist I think he’s make’n fun-a me, but then he gets a bewildered look on his face. “I was just thinking earlier about how fast a person’s life can change in a day. Now my life’s changed even more!” Davey smiles and gently takes my hand. “Thank you, Lucy! Thank you so much! I- I’ll be good to you, I promise. And you can choose the date location, of course.”

“Always a gentleman, I see.” Look’n into his kind eyes, I lean up and give a quick peck to his cheek. “Thanks, Davey.”

By now Jack and Boots have caught up, both give’n us funny looks.

“Hey, um, David. Spot instructed very clearly for us to tell you to send Pickens back. I suggest you do it before something intense happens.”

Davey nods in response, still dazed by my kiss, then turns to me to give me a quick handshake. “See you soon?”

“I’ll count the minutes, genius.”

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ackermanbitch · 1 year

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david shaw x sick!angel blurb

i woke up horribly sick yesterday and i did not even know abt the video until halfway thru this LMAO also this is like pretty far into their relationship, hence davey not being a jerk

warnings: sickness, fluff, like one innuendo cus its angel guys, also angel likes chai because i dont believe theres anyone who doesnt like chai so im sorry if u dont like chai and cant relate hjbasvgbx

Angel was awoken by their own pounding headache, keeping their eyes closed as they blindly reached out for the duvet to pull it over their head with a groan. They so badly wanted to get up and pull the curtains closed, rather than rely on the blanket to shut out the light that was only worsening their quickly growing headache, but alas, their sore muscles screamed in protest when they tried to sit up, ultimately failing and falling back onto the excessive amount of pillows with a soft thump.

They reached for David but he was too far on the other side of the bed, as they usually ended up after a night of cuddling, when the warmth became uncomfortable. Now all they really needed was warmth, sudden chills breaking out across their body.

"Davey.." They called out, the hoarseness of their own voice startling them.

He wasn't exactly a heavy sleeper, grumbling in response.

"Can you please close the curtains?" They groaned, shifting closer to him.

He hummed, taking a second or two before finally climbing out of bed and strolling to the window, pulling the curtains closed the rest of the way.

"Migraine?" He questioned softly, not bothering to pull the blanket from over their head as he sat back down, knowing the general drill for this sort of thing.

"So much worse." Angel rasped a bit dramatically, following it up with a drawn out whimper. David sighed, bringing a hand to rest on what he assumed was their head hidden under the duvet, "Isn't the flu going around your office right now? I told you to be careful."

Angel gasped, slowly pulling the blanket down. "How dare you chastise me when I'm so vulnerable." They accused, the creases between their brows deepening.

David chuckled, "I'm just saying, I warned you. Every time you get sick, it hits you like a train." He teased, moving his hand to their a face, his thumb pressing gently against the space between their brow.

"Thank god it's the weekend." They whispered, closing their sore eyes, David humming in reply.

"And if it wasn't, I wouldn't let you go to work like this, even if it meant chaining you to this bed."

"You know, I'd probably be-"

"-into that, yeah I know you would, you perv." He laughed, pulling the blanket back up over their head before standing from the bed with a yawn. "I'll get you some tea."

"Chai, please." They requested almost inaudibly but David didn't need to hear them to know exactly what they wanted, headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on.

Angel rolled over, bringing their hands up to cover their eyes as if they weren't already under a blanket. They'd curl into a ball if their back wasn't too sore to do so, every little movement triggering a flare of pain up and down their back. Since when did the flu become so brutal?

"David! Please bring tylenol too!" Angel shouted, momentarily peeking out from under the blanket and immediately regretting the volume they used as it made them painfully aware of how sore their throat really was. They groaned for the umpteenth time that morning, opting for pulling a pillow over their head instead of a blanket.

David came back a few minutes later, a steaming mug of tea in one hand and two pills in the other. "We're out of tylenol but I brought ibuprofen." He explained quietly, setting the cup and meds on the table. All he got in return were soft snores, a small smile breaking across his face as he lifted the pillow.

"Angel," He whispered, "C'mon, you gotta drink something."

They awoke with yet another groan, slowly sitting up. They winced as they leaned against the headboard, holding out both hands. "Feels like someone took to my back with a hammer."

"Well leaning over a laptop all night isn't gonna help with the muscle aches." David lightly scolded, handing them the mug and the two pills.

After downing the ibuprofen and some gulps of what they thought was the best cup of tea they ever had, they moved to lay back down.

David sighed, placing the tea onto the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing a hand to Angel's arm. "I could draw you a bath," He suggested, "Would really help with the aches."

Angel huffed, "Only if it feels like I'm bathing in lava."

He let out a genuine laugh, standing to make his way to the master bathroom.

"And if you carry me!"

"You are so dramatic."

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the-sugar-crash · 2 years

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David, watching Angel make bad choices: I want a divorce.

Angel with their mouth full of fake fruit that they accidentally bit into: You gotta put a ring on it first, coward.

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darlinsam · 2 years

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autumn leaves are falling down

david shaw x angel. lots of fluff & slightly suggestive.

david doesn’t call you angel for no reason, it’s not just some random pet name he picked from a book. he calls you angel because he is sure, with everything in his body, that you were sculpted by the gods. that you really are an angel.

a half empty bottle of red wine and two empty glasses stand on the small round dining table of yours and david’s home. the end result of an evening of homemade cooking, which mostly consisted of you sat upon the kitchen counter and david preparing the food, while you share small talk and conversations about nothing in particular. the candles in the middle of the table are still alight and flicker gently, the warm golden glow reflects upon both your features, contrasted by the silver moonlight which has started to pour through from outside the window.

the clock has gone way past midnight, but at this point neither of your care. too busy tangled in each other’s arms, standing together in the kitchen, swaying slightly to the sounds of the autumn night; the rustling of wind and leaves falling outside, and the crackling wood coming from the small cosy fireplace in the corner of the room. however, the sound of david’s heartbeat is your main focus, the rhythm is calming against your ear where you have you head pressed against his chest. his arms are securely wrapped around your waist, and every now and again you feel his hands wander and dance along your back under the plaid shirt you’re wearing. one that you stole from him earlier in the day, claiming it was far better than any of your own clothes as it smelt like him. david huffed about it at the time, but there’s no denying the glint in his eye seeing you in his clothes. the shirt finishes just above your knees and the sleeves fall way past your hands. and truth be told, david has never thought you looked more ethereal than you do now.

“angel?”

his voice is soft. it always has a deep and husky tone to it, but it’s always softer when he talks to you. he lifts a hand, two fingers coming to rest under your chin to lift your head making your eyes meet his. you hum in response, tilting you head to the side ever so slightly. the eye contact is intense, the both of you taking in each and every detail of one another’s features. your eyes wander from the curl of david’s eyelashes, to the slight tint of pink on his cheeks. there’s stands of hair that have fallen out of place which now lay astray against his forehead, while the rest of his hair is still slightly slicked back from where he previously ran his fingers through it.

“kiss me.”

he whispers in a hushed out breath, and you pick up on the hint desperation in his voice, something that only you would notice as a result of the years you’ve been together. you’re one of the only people who knows the real david shaw. underneath the strong alpha of the shaw pack, is the davey you know.

he leans down slightly, pressing his nose against yours gently as if to remind you of his previous request. and so, you grant him his wish and stand of the tip of your toes to press your lips against his, moulding into him like a perfect fit. a mixture of shared breaths and quiet moans against your lips every so often makes your body feel like it’s on fire. your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling slightly at the strands making low growls escape his lips. his larger hands come to hold your face, fingers softly smoothing over your cheeks. the both of you know you’re completely lost in the atmosphere of being so close, yet you’re still longing to be even closer.

after a few more shared moments of gripping hands and quiet whines, david pulls back ever so slightly. your wide eye gaze follows him as he leaves a trail of kisses against your skin, down from your cheek to your neck and shoulders, before pulling away to press his tinted red lips to your forehead. you lift your hand to his, pressing your palm against his one before he locks your fingers together and brings your knuckles closer so he can lay kisses against each one. he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, wanting to watch the affect he has on you.

david smooths down your hair gently, taking in how it falls into place perfectly. it’s a little messy, mostly his own fault for tangling his hands through it a few moments ago. his eyes trace over the mixture of pink and light purple marks painting your skin from where his mouth had been, and your slightly swollen red lips that he’ll never get tired of kissing. his shirt your wearing is hanging off one shoulder, the first few buttons undone to frame your collarbones and neck perfectly. david thinks you look so effortlessly perfect, and he wishes he could freeze time in this moment wanting nothing more than to spend every day of his life dancing around the kitchen with you in his arms.

“i love you, angel.”

and when you press a single kiss against the adam’s apple in his throat and snake your arms up around his neck bringing his head to rest against your shoulder, he knows your actions speak louder than words.

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justafairytailofinnocence · 2 years

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Potc headcanon🏴‍☠️:

Having your first kiss with the characters 👄

Jack sparrow:

One night Jack was drunk wandering the pearl's main deck.

He was singing out loud: a pirate's life for me yo-ho.

You were sitting against the railing, hearing sparrow sing drunk.

"Drunk again sparrow eh" you smiled.

Sparrow turned to be nearly jumped by seeing you in the dark "bugger!".

You laughed, indeed it was rather dark but light candles had illuminated the wooden decks.

Jack walked up to you relaxed it wasn't that blasted monkey "Aye love, after all you can't never have too many".

You were close to him, Jack sparrow the infamous pirate was the one who saved your life and you wished to repay him.

"I am thankful sparrow you saved me" you placed your lips against the drunken captains rough face.

Jack's hands stood out as you were kissing him, something he didn't expect.

He didn't complain though, a pretty lass and rum, how could he resist.

Jack slowly leaned into it, he knew the movements to one's lips.

You stopped, leaning back sparrow smiled with his golden teeth shining.

"Seem to be a natural eh savvy".

You laughed and the rest of the night was spent with stories and singing.

Hector barbossa:

Barbossa was locked away in his cabin, refusing for anyone to disturb him.

Observing his gold and treasure, he heard a knock on the door.

"Aye I be busy" he growled, but that didn't stop the door knocking.

"Are ye deaf, I said I be bus-" barbossa pulled a sword to the uninvited guest, however he settled when he saw y/n.

"Y/n, lass what didcha want" he hoisted his sword back into his holster.

You smiled "sorry captain, thought you could use some company, I know how much you hate to be disturbed".

Barbossa walked back inside to his cabin, he sat back down with the table full of food and gold surrounding his side.

"Nay, I just be inspectin' treasure" he picked up the gold coin.

You hopped yourself onto the table, papers of treasure maps spreaded across everywhere.

"Don't worry this won't take long" you slightly went red.

You had feelings for the captain but never persude it; the thought of the captain in a romance must've never been something that crossed his mind.

The captain looked at you confused, he expected you to sit down and eat but instead another surprise sent him speechless.

"Listen missy, I appreciate yer" without any second thought your emotions took over and your lips gently touched the captains rough exterior.

Barbossas eyes widened, he never expected such an action. His hands went out wide.

You blush "s-sorry I don't know what came over me".

Barbossa was speechless, he didn't know how to react but he didn't nessarcily want to scare you away.

"Oi, listen ere' missy, ya be me treasure, somethin I truly hold ta' heart" he grinned softly.

"I order ye, ta' ave' a dinin' with tha' captain less ya want one alone" he held out his rough hand.

You smiled and took it, for the rest of the night you talked about treasure and eachothers company.

Will turner:

Will was walking along the sore line, a perfect sunrise had just emerged.

You skipped along the line between the ocean and sand.

Will held your hand in his, you were finally glad he was free from the dutchman.

Will smiled, he had for once finally got to be by your side "imagine sailing into the sun, the perfect moment".

You gazed back at will, the perfect moment was now, you lean into wills soft lips.

Will smiled and passionately held you, the sun rose in the distance.

After the kiss, will held your hand in his and the two walked down further through the sore line.

James norrington:

You were preparing to catch a chance to see him after he becomes commondore.

He was talking to a lot of people and you thought you would never have a chance.

Luckily he had just caught you in time, he greeted you with a formal smile.

"My lady, quite a admirale day isn't it" he smiled softly.

You nodded "indeed, I wanted to ask you something admiral".

Slowly you moved him to the side, your nerves were kicking in.

He was quite confused "is everything alright my lady, you seem nervous".

You gently pushed your lips against the commondores. He in response was nearly caught off guard.

However he didn't seem to push you away, gently he leaned into you.

After, the two of you walked along the lines of Port royal.

Henry turner:

You were sailing across the ocean, you were helping henry track down his father.

Henry was checking out on the horizon on board the pearl.

You smiled and came close to check on him "Hey henry, found anything yet".

Henry turned when you showed up "no, not yet but we will get close, surely with jack by our side it will end smoothly".

You smiled and asked "perhaps, everyone seems busy but me".

Henry smiled and thanked you "to be honest, I'm glad you came along, someone I'm lucky enough to get close with".

Slightly in the heat of the moment, you leaned in and kissed henry.

Aboard the pearl, Jack was looking through his telescope "that's it lad, go get em".

Afterwards you spent the rest of the day, helping henry and sharing stories about eachothers lives.

Davey Jones:

Davey was locked in his cabin playing the organ, you softly knocked on the door.

"I beh' occapied-ah" he shouts out, the sound of the song played louder.

You bravely stepped in, knowing davey probably wouldn't answer over the pipe organ.

"Ah-must ya come in now" he grouchly rambled.

"I brought food for you captain" you smiled, on the table was food that wasn't ridden with nasty barnacles.

"Why thank-ya" his tentacles curled at the sight.

You slowly leaned forward "I, thank you davey for saving my life".

Davey softly looked over toward you, without a second thought you placed your lips upon his slimy feature.

He twitched and pulled back "what-ah do ya thin' your doin".

You looked down "I, I don't know perhaps it was the moment, I like you jones and I'm thankful someone saved my life".

Daveys eyes softened and asked "I can teach ya, how ta play this-ah".

The rest of the day was spent with you playing the organ with davey.

Phillip swift:

You were kidnapped along with Phillip, while walking through the jungle you took a quick breather.

"Come on y/n, we have to keep going" he reached an arm to your back.

You felt like dying of breath, you had been away from your sisters for so long.

You were a mermaid that was forced to come along.

Phillip wrapped his coat around you, he wanted to be sure you were alright.

Phillip smiled "your alright, your gods greatest gift".

You look into Phillips genuine eyes, you smiled and leaned into kiss him.

The two of you layed next to a tree kissing before one of the crewmates asked you to keep going.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

Headcanon requests: open

Oneshots: open

Imagines: open

Commissions: open

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rivthejellyfish · 2 years

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Not Scared Anymore

Word count: 1685

Hurt/Comfort

Platonic!Newsies x reader

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“Y/N! We’ve missed you, where’ve you been?” Y/N groaned internally. They had seen the Delancey twins this morning, and the day before, and the day before that, and every single time they say the same thing. The two knew it annoyed them, so they took advantage of it. Y/N turned away from the direction they were walking in, holding up a newspaper and calling out a fake headline.

“No need to be so cold, ya know,” Oscar said. Y/N continued to ignore them, not looking back at the two as an older man exchanged a paper for a penny. Y/N thanked him as he walked away and he only grunted in return.

“Look at you go, selling those papes so quickly. We’re so proud of you.” One of the two put his hand on top of their head, shaking their hat around before taking it off and tossing it over to the other. Y/N sighed.

“Just give me back my damn hat, Delancey,” They said once they had turned around. Morris shrugged, spinning the hat with his finger.

“If ya want it back so bad, you’re gonna have to fight for it,” He said. The two brothers shared a laugh as Y/N tried to grab the hat, only for it to be tossed to the other.

“You heard him, Y/N. Can’t make any exceptions, even for you,” Oscar said. Y/N huffed, turning around and walking away. They didn’t need their hat to sell the paper, they’d be just fine without it. And they did. They sold two papers in the next twenty minutes, glad to see the twins hadn’t followed them. However, the second they felt the relief, an annoying voice came from down the road.

“Could you imagine walking away from a fight, Morris? I think that if someone does it says quite awful lot about them, what about you?”

“Oh, I completely agree. I think it means that they’re a wimp, and they know they can’t win.” Y/N turned to tell them to screw off, only for Oscar to pull the papers out from underneath their arm and throw them to the side. They tried to go after them, but the two brothers blocked their path. Right as they exchanged a sinister glance, someone else butted in.

“Delancey!” Jack called. The three looked over to see Jack storming over, David behind him with an obvious look of ‘I have to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone’. Further proving the theory of what the look meant, he grabbed Jack’s arm once they had got there and pulled him back slightly, not having the slightest trust in him. “Get the hell away from dem.”

“When will you learn to mind your own damn business, Kelly?”

“Once you two piss off.” Oscar scoffed, shaking his head. Morris rolled his eyes. He turned back to Y/N as Oscar started walking away.

“Times gonna come when he doesn’t get here in time, and trust me when I say that both of us are looking forward to it.” He shoved the hat to Y/N’s chest, taking a final chance to glare at Jack before catching up with Oscar. As Y/N put the hat back on, Jack turned to David.

“No, Jack.”

“Yous saying those dicks don’t deserve it?”

“I’m not-”

“Let’s not argue about this,” Y/N spoke up before anything could escalate. Of course, it wouldn’t escalate too badly, but Y/N didn’t feel like hearing the two bitter back and forth while trying to sell the rest of their papers. They bent down, picking up the papers the Delancey’s had thrown to the ground. They groaned once realizing that none of the papers hadn’t fallen into the puddle, meaning they couldn’t sell any of them. No one wanted wet papers.

“Dammit, Y/N, sorry we couldn’t get here any sooner,” Jack said as he and Davey helped pick up the soaking paper. Y/N shrugged.

“It’s whatever. There’s always tomorrow.” Of course, both Jack and David knew that it wasn’t whatever, considering the money Y/N just lost and the small bit of dignity, but they didn’t say anything. The three walked back to the lodge house, Jack and Davey having already sold all their papers, throwing the wet papers away along the way. They walked in to see a few others had already returned, including Crutchie, Race, Specs, and Romeo.

“You three have already sold all your papers?” Jack said, skeptical of all of them aside from Crutchie. Race placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

“Course we did, Jack, what do yous think of us?”

“I don’t think you’d want to hear that answer,” Crutchie said, laughing at Jack’s nod to agree with his statement.

“Hey, Y/N, what is yous doing back so early? Thought you liked to go watch the fishes or something?” Specs asked.

“Yeah, Y/N, what’s up?” Romeo asked, not seeing the glare that Jack had sent Specs. Race, however, did.

“It was them Delancey’s again wasn’t it?” He said, standing up as he rolled up his sleeves. “Two need to learn a lesson.” David grabbed Race’s bicep as he walked by him.

“Go sit down.” Race groaned, turning around.

“This is why no one likes you, Davey,” Race said as he fell back into the chair.

“That ain’t true!” Crutchie said. “I like you, Davey, you’re a cool guy.”

“Ok, everyone shut up,” Y/N said, making sure not to look at Crutchie when she said it, considering it was directed towards everyone aside from him. “Yeah, I had a run-in with the Delancey's, wasn’t a big deal. Got out of it without a scratch, no need to make a big deal over it.”

“Y/N, the only reason you did was because Davey and I showed up at the right time.” Before Y/N could protest, David had to interrupt.

“He’s right, Y/N.” Y/N sent a glare toward David, who sent an apologetic look back.

“Hows about we teach you some tricks to help yous out when those pricks are around, might help you out a bit?” Specs suggested. Race lit up at the idea.

“Oh, please say yes, I’ve been dying for an excuse to beat Romeo’s ass after he stole my customers from me last week.”

“I didn’t steal shit, you’re just a lousy newsie.”

“Oh really? Y/N, watch this.”

“Shut your traps, both of yous,” Jack interrupted. He turned to Y/N. “That ain’t too bad of an idea, though, you wanna try it?” Y/N shrugged.

“Don’t got anything better to do.” The second after they said it, Race jumped onto Romeo, calling for Y/N to watch and see how it was done. Jack groaned, pulling Race back.

“Dumbasses.”

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Y/N had finished selling their papers for the day, walking back to the lodge house to meet with Crutchie for a game of War. As they walked, they got the sense that someone was following them, but decided it’d be better to just ignore it. So they did. Until someone grabbed them by their arm, pulling them into one of the many alleyways in Manhattan. Y/N quickly regained their balance to turn to see the Delancey brothers standing there, smirks on their faces.

“Think you’ve been avoiding us, haven’t you?” Morris said, stepping forward. Y/N rolled their eyes, going to push past the two. Right as they tried, a punch was given to their right cheek, leaving a stinging pain that Y/N could only assume was from the ring Oscar was wearing.

“You don’t get to leave after you’ve been so disrespectful. It’s time for you to pay up.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble, ok? I just want to get back to the lodge house and go to sleep.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you changed your selling spot without us knowing.” Before Y/N could respond, the two stepped forward, swinging hits at them as they backed up. Once they hit a wall, fear struck them knowing they had nowhere else to go. Another punch landed on their stomach as well as their jaw. They ducked down as the next one was sent their way, kicking Oscar in the stomach causing him to fall back. Morris tried to take the chance to grab Y/N’s leg, but Y/N lowered it quickly enough and pushed him away. Seeing as both of them were now on the ground, Y/N went to run away before they could get up. However, Oscar grabbed their foot, causing them to fall to the ground, scraping their knees and elbows. They flipped over onto their back, kicking back at Oscar as he tried to grab them again. They threw a punch at Morris, who hadn’t been expecting it, and he stumbled back. Getting back on their feet, Y/N turned and sprinted the next few blocks. They got to the lodge house, where Jack was outside. Jack saw them coming and his expression changed, turning away from David and coming over.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” He said, putting his hands on their biceps. Y/N was breathing heavily, shaking their head. “Y/N, are you alright?” Y/N nodded, and it sounded as though they were crying. “Y/N, talk to us, come on.” Y/N looked up, showing the cuts on their face, along with a smile.

“You should’ve been there!” Y/N exclaimed. Jack looked back at David, confused. “They had cornered me in an alley but I fought back! I kicked them and hit them and got away!”

“Are you talking about the Delancey’s?” David asked. Y/N nodded, jumping slightly at their excitement.

“You should’ve seen their faces! They were so confused, they didn’t know what hit ‘em!” Jack chuckled.

“Hell yeah, Y/N, wish I could see them now,” Jack said, smiling down at them.

“Yeah, but are you ok, Y/N? You’re bleeding,” David said, reaching up to assess the cut on their cheek. Y/N rolled their eyes, pushing his hand away.

“I’m fine, Davey, never been better!”

“How about we goes inside and tell everyone about how you beat their asses?” Jack said. Y/N nodded.

“Hell yeah!” As Jack and Y/N turned and ran inside, David rolled his eyes, laughing himself before following behind them.

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albertsbootayyy · 2 years

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“His cheeks went redder than his hair” I love how this line is just in almost every Albert fanfiction it’s so adorable I just love it

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savvythepirate · 1 year

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How they react when you die

Jack Sparrow:

• Just like everyone else, he feels himself putting the blame for it on top of his own head

• He can’t help but deny and continue to deny the fact you had suddenly passed

• He felt like this was a slap to the face, in which the was something Jack Sparrow had the right to feel. It’s known more to be blindsiding, it was very sudden

• Some days ahead, he can’t help but feel to be the one responsible for it, as he wasn’t there to protect you from harm when he should have been

• When alone, he will let a tear or two shed, while trying to focus on the good memories, the most beautiful he cherished

• The most remembered the time you spent together

Hector Barbossa:

• In the beginning, Barbossa had captured himself in deep blame, that he started losing the sleep in order to survive whatever was left of final days of his life

• Although dead, he sometimes will talk to you as if you were standing in the room you once shared together, but that was depending on how strongly he felt your presence, you’re always with him

• He doubted to ever finding love again

• You’d be the only thing and someone Barbossa had ever truly cared about and loved so much

• Most nights if not all, Barbossa would secretly record the most loneliness days in a journal, which would later be discovered by none other then Jack Sparrow

• Jack would actually talk him through it, trying to convince him that he could move on without you

• “Do you think (Y/n) would want this for you?”

• Thinking if it like that got him to clean himself up a little

Davy Jones:

• Davy denied it almost instantly, hoping this was some sick joke that anyone, let alone you, would even dare to play on him

• Davy would vow vengeance in your honor, he will get the justice and peace you very clearly deserve

• Though Davy gets tired of being alone, he doesn’t go looking for someone new, you were truly the one who his heart belonged to

• Even the crew mourner over your loss, stating that you were pretty much the only one who was ever really kind to them

• Just like anyone would, Davy felt empty and drained without you. He was hoping that this was all a nightmare he was due to wake from any minute now

Will Turner:

• Will would definitely need a shoulder to lean on, he would continue to walk with a brave and straight face masked by a fountain of hurt and grief

• He wouldn’t let anyone in, or open to anyone at all of his feelings. Will felt that he was doomed a miserable life without you there to be a part of it

• It takes a while for Will to grieve, what he has lost. But everyone should be able to grieve for as long as they need to as long g as it meant they would choose to move on

• When Will does move on, he is still heartbroken and thinks about you every day without fail

• Will becomes stronger each and every passing days, while thinking of you in the meantime

• He honors you and your memory in the very best way he possibly can

• He will tell you that he loves you every day as if you were still there with him, in a way you are there

• Forever you will be

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rex-corvus · 2 years

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Who Needs A Wolf When You Have A Dino

David comes home a night early from his work trip but when he finds Angel asleep in their bed, there's an intruder in their arms: A small stuffed dinosaur.

Aka Angel needs to sleep with a stuffed animal when David is away, David finds out and fluff ensues.

Pairing: David/Angel

Content: fluff, slight angst, nb!Angel, use of they/them for Angel

A/N: Is this entire fic based on the fact that I actually own a dino plush I hug when listening to Redacted, specifically David's audios? Maybe. Shout out to Toby though, his neck is so floppy with how much I squeeze him whenever David does something cute.

David was not one for surprises, either giving or receiving them. But when the job he was working a few towns over suddenly canceled, he thought he would try to surprise his mate by coming home from his work trip a night early. He quietly opened the door to their house and placed his keys in the bowl by the door before making his way to the bedroom. It was close to midnight, which meant there was a 50/50 chance his insomniac of a mate was still awake.

“Angel?” he asked softly, not wanting to scare them if they were still awake as he gently pushed the bedroom door open. The room was dark and as his eyes adjusted, the image of his sleeping mate came into view. He felt a slight smile dance across his lips as he walked closer to them before sitting on the end of the bed and resting a hand carefully on their blanketed leg.

It was then he noticed the intruder in their bed. Held tightly in Angel’s arms was something David had never seen before: a small stuffed dinosaur. He didn’t have long to think about it though as it was clear his movements on the bed had roused Angel slightly.

“Davey?” They asked in a sleep-soaked voice and David’s heart fluttered slightly. He could say he hated that nickname all he wanted but he couldn’t deny the feeling it left in his chest every time they said it.

“Yeah Angel, it’s me.” He replied, slowly rubbing their leg until they flipped over to face him, unknowingly bringing the dinosaur in their arms with them.

“You’re home early.” They mused, a sleepy smile plastered across their face.

“Not early enough though, seeing as I’ve been replaced.” He motioned toward the dinosaur and the smile on Angel’s face dropped immediately. The sudden change in expression didn't go unnoticed as David realized how awake and nervous they suddenly seemed.

“O-oh. Uh…” They quickly unwrapped their arms from around the stuffed animal and placed it on the floor next to the bed. “Y-yeah. Sorry. Look, I know it’s kind of childish, well, not kind of childish, really childish, but it’s just, it’s really hard to sleep without you. I’m sorry, I know that makes me sound really clingy but-” Their speech was picking up speed with every word, a telltale sign of nerves in them that David knew all too well.

“Woah Woah, Angel, it’s ok. That wasn’t an accusation or anything.” He smiled slightly and they let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding.

“Oh.” Was all they could say before the room went silent for a moment.

“I don’t think it’s childish. I had just… never seen you with it before.” He tried and they sighed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hide him from you. It’s just-”

“You don’t have to explain Angel, I’m not mad,” he added and the room was left in silence again, but he could tell the nerves had begun to build in Angel again. “What’s his name?” He asked earnestly, and Angel looked confused.

“What?” They asked and he picked up the dinosaur from the floor.

“His name. Does he have one?” He asked, and David saw the tension leave their shoulders slightly.

“Oh. Uh, Dino.” They replied and David scoffed.

“Dino?” He asked incredulously, and Angel sat up slightly.

“Look, I was really little when I named him, ok?” They replied, a smile finally returning to their face.

“Alright, I guess that makes up for it. Still a pretty bad name though.” That earned him a chuckle, and with the now lighter atmosphere in the room, he added, “How come I’ve never seen him before?” He asked as he stood and made his way to the dresser, ready to take off his work clothes and get into something comfier, leaving the dinosaur on the bed next to his mate.

“I was kind of… hiding him from you.” They reached over and snuggled the stuffed animal to their chest.

“Why? What, did you think I’d think less of you for having a stuffed animal?” He asked, but once he was met with silence, he realized that was exactly what they had thought. “Angel?”

“I mean, not really... It’s just… every time I’ve tried to show him to a partner of mine, the reaction hasn’t always been great. I even had an ex try to throw him out once!” They finished with a slight laugh, but David could tell it wasn’t genuine. There was still a level of hurt there.

“That's awful,” He said somberly before making his way back over to the bed and laying down next to them.

“It’s ok. I broke up with them not long after that so… And now I have you, so it all worked out.” They smiled, and David leaned over to place a kiss on their forehead.

“What you said earlier, is it really that hard to sleep without me?” He asked, and Angel sighed.

“Yeah? I thought I had gotten over it actually. Just being in our bed was enough for a while but after the inversion… He just always helps me sleep without you.” They finished and David took hold of Dino, lifting him in front of his face.

“Well then, thank you Dino for taking care of my Angel.” He could hear Angel’s chuckle from beside him and it filled his chest with warmth. “But I’m here now. Your services aren’t needed for tonight.” He said as he gently placed him on the nightstand next to him. He turned back toward Angel and wrapped an arm around them, fully enveloping them and letting them bury themself in his chest. They must have showered before he got home because he could smell their shampoo as he held them close.

“Thank you, David.” They said and he hummed.

“Of course, Angel. I know I can be nasty at times but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide anything for fear of being made fun of. Not from me.” He finished and he felt them nod into his chest before the sleep he had interrupted took its hold on them again, and eventually, it took David too.

As usual, David woke up before Angel, and as he was sure they had nothing but microwave meals while he was gone, he was going to treat them to homemade breakfast in bed. He carefully peeled them off of him without waking them and as he got dressed and ready to leave the room, he realized how empty their arms looked. He glanced over to the cartoony dinosaur that was still on the nightstand before picking it up and gently placing it in their arms. Instinctively, their arms tightened around it and David swore he could see a slight smile cross their sleeping face as he left the room.

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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year

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I had an idea for a Davey x reader (could interpret as either livesies or UKsies Davey) with the prompt "Wh- so you did remember my birthday!" || "Of course I did. How could I ever forget?"

maybe where they are a classmate of his (could already be in a relationship or platonic whatever you want to do) from before he had to drop out of school to be a newsie, and they surprise him at the lodging house for his birthday and Davey introduces them to the boys?

I love your writing so much keep up the amazing work🤩

omg I need more davey fics in my life I can't lie - I loveeee him

Fluff 21: "Wh- so you did remember my birthday!" || "Of course I did. How could I ever forget?"

Blurb requests still open!

Y/N had to admit, it was more than a little terrifying to walk into the lodging house known for homing the newsboys of Manhatten to be immediately scrutinised by the eyes of multiple teenage boys.

Y/N shifted awkwardly from foot-to-foot, holding the wrapped package in front of her. She caught the eye of a couple of newspaper girls standing at the back of the room, chatting.

"Hey - you looking for someone?" Asked a girl, walking over with a smile, her boots causing her footsteps to sound loud even in the crowded room.

"Uh - David? David Jacobs? He said I'd be able to find him here?" Y/N said awkwardly.

"Oh my god! You're Davey's girl!" Another, shorter, girl exclaimed, bounding over excitedly.

"Davey's girl? She's here?" A boy sitting nearby asked. His blond hair was covered with a newsboy hat, a cigar hanging from his lips and he was holding a hand of cards playing poker with a couple of the other guys, all of whom perked up at his loud voice.

"No chance that's Davey's girl!" A boy with bright red hair denied, shaking his head with a scoff.

"Hey - Romeo, didn't you try and sell her a pape yesterday?" Another one of the boys playing poker questioned, nudging a smaller boy, who was laying on the ground, looking as though he was caught up in some kind of daydream.

"Is there a girl in New York who hasn't been rejected by Romeo?" Drily questioned a boy in glasses, earning laughter from the congregated boys.

"I take it this is the right place?" Y/N asked a little awkwardly.

"Yeah - he, Les and Jack just went upstairs to split their earnings," a blond boy said, shooting her a sweet smile. "Jojo will go let them know you're here - but you're welcome to join us in the meantime."

"Oh, I'll go get them, will I?" The boy next to him questioned, rolling his eyes.

The first boy shot Y/N another charming smile, before picking up a crutch from beside him that Y/N hadn't noticed before, and using it to strike Jojo across the knees.

The newsie let out a yelp of pain and jumped to his feet, glaring at his friend, who just gave an innocent shrug of his shoulders.

"The hell's going on here?"

"Y/N!"

Relief washed over her at the familiar voice coming from the top of their stairs.

"Hey, Dave," she said with a smile.

Her boyfriend pushed past his brother and friend who stood on their steps, rushing over to wrap her in a hug.

"What're you doing here?" David asked.

"Well - happy birthday," she said, pulling out of the embrace to hand over his gift. "And I also wanted to meet your friends," she added in a quieter, more embarrassed tone.

"How's that worked out for you?" David teased, sharing a knowing grin with her. He ducked down to press a kiss to her lips, raising a cheerful 'whoop' from the boys surrounding them. When they pulled away, Y/N buried her face into Davids chest. "But you - so you did remember my birthday?"

"Of course I did. How could I ever forget just because you weren't in school," Y/N said with a laugh.

Davey ducked down to kiss her again, earning yet more jeers.

"I love you," he whispered. "And that's why I'm going to say that we should go get dinner somewhere away from my friends."

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