a/n: when it's a longer story I will be writing it first person bcos I hate writing in second person
jack:
I'd just got off work. Tired, yes, but also satisfied with the money I made that day. I gathered up my belongings and walked outside, only to be stopped by Jack, a regular and also my personal favorite customer.
"Look," he said, shoving his hands in his pocket. "I know I flirt with you sometimes."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sometimes?"
"Fine. A lot of the time. But I wanted you to know that it's- it's genuine. I actually really, really like you. You're so nice, and beautiful, and the way you carry yourself even when you can see it in your face that you're exhausted, it's admirable."
I glanced away, trying to avoid eye contact so you wouldn't blush.
"But the point is that I want to be close to you. I want to be yours, and you could be mine. Only if that's okay with you."
I stared at him for a moment. Slowly, a smile formed on my lips.
"I would love that," I finally said.
He surprised you by enveloping you in a big hug, which you returned with a grin.
davey:
I reached up to shelve a book. Only I couldn't quite reach it, not even on my tiptoes. I try jumping, but it's no use.
"Do you need any help?" someone asked behind me, placing their hand on my shoulder.
I whirled around, nearly hitting Davey in the face with the book in my hand.
"Davey! I am so sorry I almost hit you," I apologized.
"You're good. Here, let me take this for you."
He took the book I was attempting to shelve and placed it where it needed to be.
"Thank you," I laughed, scratching the back of my neck.
"No problem!"
I smoothed down my dress. Davey brushed a stray hair behind my ear. I stiffened up and blushed.
"My bad. It fell out of your bun and was in your face. I had to fix it." he explained.
I nodded. "Actually, Davey, there's something I need to tell you."
I froze. Why would you say that now? You didn't think you were ready. Were you?
"What is it, y/n?"
"I, uh, I kind of.. kind of..." I trailed off.
"What?"
"I've had a really big crush on you for a while now."
"You do?" Davey echoed, looking mystified.
I nodded, trying not to embarrass myself further.
"Well, y/n, I think I've had one on you for longer."
"Really?"
"I used to see you shelving books and stuff all the time. I would always try to see if I could find you whenever I came to the library. When you first started talking to me, I was thrilled. And now that you actually like me, I mean, that's great!" he spluttered, blushing.
"David Jacobs, would you be my boyfriend?" I asked.
"Absolutely."
I kissed him on the cheek, leaving him blushing harder.
spot:
I was so incredibly proud of myself. I'd just performed in my first vaudeville, and the crowd had loved it. I went backstage to take makeup off and change. In my dressing room, there stood a mirror, a stool, and a clothing rack. Tonight, there was also a Spot. A Spot? Why was he there?
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Fanfiction-i'll gladly take requests! -writing for: -jack -davey -spot -skittery -bumlets -I might add more characters later on! and lastly, enjoy!