BISEXUAL BUGMAN DOES STAND UP COMEDY IN TRAGEDY

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)