Hoooooooooo boy... I never thought I would actually write something like this, but the people want what the people want and I was inspired.

So suffer.

Special thanks to @omg_im_totes_biii_ for making the best accidental comment ever and inspiring writers everywhere and to @DayDreamShimmer for helping me get over my fear of posting my writing. I've never met either of you but y'all are Newsies fans and just as weird as me so that makes us automatic family.

Prepare yourselves; this is going to be a wild ride. I'm sorry in advance. Please feel free to skip this chapter I swear the rest of them are normal.

(Davey X Reader)

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"Davey! Go get the pan of gingerbreads out of the oven before they burn!"

"But I'm comfy! Why can't Les get them?!" Davey hollered back from within his comforter cocoon on the couch.

"Because he's smol and I don't trust him around heats or sweets." You yelled back from the garage. Davey pouted, by couldn't exactly argue with the truth. Especially when it rhymed.

"Why did you have to- Oof- wrap your presents when you- hoooomph- had a pan of cookies- ahhh!- in the oven?!" Davey cried, trying to fight his way out of the blanket mound he had buried himself under. Once he finally freed himself from the blanket cave, he stood up and straightened his slightly ruffled clothes. He shivered at the sudden lack of warmth and padded to the kitchen, arms wrapped around his torso.

"Well excuuuuuse me princess! Not everyone had all their presents wrapped five weeks before Christmas."

"I like being prepared!" Davey whined like a little puppy.

"There's prepared, and then there's you!" You teased back.

Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs just looked at each other and smiled. The playful banter between the two was a common occurrence and they always sounded like an old married couple. It was adorable.

Davey grabbed the oven mitts from beside the oven and carefully put them on. Being very careful not to burn himself, he gingerly (ha ha get it? Cause it's gingerbread? Hahahahaha ha ha I'll go now) pulled out the tray and placed it on the cooling rack.

Just as Davey was turning the oven off, Las rushed in with a horrified look on his face.

"DAVEY YOU GOTTA- Wait are the cookies done?! Never mind, crisis averted." Les flipped from terrified to delighted in a millisecond. He reached for a cookie but Davey slapped his hand away.

"You have to wait for them to cool or you'll get burned. Remember the whole snickerdoodle fiasco?" Davey sternly reminded his brother. Les pouted, but still pulled his hand away from the tray.

"So why were you so alarmed when you first came in here? You were acting like the house was on fire."

"Well it-"

"Hey, Davey? Does anyone in your family ride a Harley with... um... a blood splatter pattern?" You asked as you walked in to the kitchen, your arms filled with freshly (aka badly... with old newspapers) wrapped gifts. Davey's eyes widened.

"Oh. Oh no. She wasn't supposed to come this year..."

"She? She who?" You quickly put down your gifts and rushed over to your boyfriend. He didn't respond.

"Dave, look at me. Are you ok?" You placed your hands on his cheeks.

Davey had already broken out into a cold sweat, despite the chill of December, but your touch warmed him from the inside out. He leaned into your hand and pulled you into a hug, holding you protectively and placing his head on your shoulder.

"David. You're scaring me. Tell me what's wrong." You said, pulling him closer and laying your head on top of his.

"I- I'm fine (Y/n). It's fine. I just wasn't expecting..." he paused and pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"Do you remember how I told you my family can get a little... odd sometimes?" You nodded, urging him to continue.

"Well... my great aunt Merriweather is-"

"What's UP BISHES?" A harsh voice cut off Davey's soft tone. Davey's head shot up with a glare and landed on a figure behind you.

"Language, aunt Merriweather. Les is still a child."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are. Your name is literally 'Less.' Hush now, the adults are talking."

"But I'm eleven... almost." He huffed, stomping out of the room. Davey watched him go before turning his attention back to his great aunt. She was much different than normal, and Davey was worried about what you might think. Merriweather was just about the exact opposite of Davey. She was very out there, had practically no morals to speak of, and cared for no one but herself. Her fashion choices were also questionable: skin-tight leather pants with a matching vest, a red leather crop top with rusty grommets decorating the top, thigh high lace up stiletto boots, gages, snake bites, horn implants, and tattoos that were in some ancient language. The creepiest thing about her, however, was her appearance. She was the eldest sibling, with her younger brother being Davey's Grandpa, yet she appeared no older than 35, even though she was well into her 70s. The rest of the family figured that her plastic surgeon was a miracle worker, but her youth was almost inhuman.

Upon seeing the woman, your eyes popped out of their sockets. You were speechless. You turned to Davey and the look in your eyes said everything: who the heck is this woman?!

"Who IS this sexy little thing you've got there Big D? Ooo would she look ravishing in some tight little leather shorts. Don't cha think Daaaaveey? She cooed, getting close to you and running a finger down your jaw. Davey immediately pulled you behind him and placed himself between you and his great aunt.

"That's enough, Aunt Merriweather. We don't... she doesn't... we decided..." Davey's cheeks flared up into a brilliant red.

"Hmm... you're no fun Big D. Though I should have known..." Merriweather moved with almost inhuman speed to stand right next to you.

"I could smell that you were a virgin all the way from the driveway." She whispered into your ear. You cried out a bit and backed away, clinging to Davey's sleeve.

"So pure. So... wholesome." She spat the words like they were poison.

"If I were any other woman, I'd say she's a keeper." She stated, tossing her glossy black hair over her shoulder and strutting away.

"But if ya ever change your mind..." she trailed off, tossing an ink-black box to Davey. Condoms. Holy crap. Davey dropped the box like it was a white hot coal. His gaze snapped to his aunt, livid and scorching.

"NO. Stop this NOW." He said quietly, but powerfully. He curled his arm around your waist, holding you protectively and as far from the crazy woman as possible.

"Oh honey... I'm NOTHING compared to my husband. He's even coming here today! You'll finally get to meet him. Hey! Maybe he'll... loosen you two up, if ya know what I mean." She cackled as she left the kitchen, leaving both Davey and you traumatized for life.

"Her HUSBAND?!?!" You yelled at the same time.

"(Y/n), I can't let you near her again. Especially if her husband, whoever he is, is coming here too. I... I don't like it. Let's go to a coffee shop or something. Anywhere but around them. Please." He begged, cupping one hand on your cheek. You placed your hand on top of his and nodded, turning your head to place a little kiss on his palm. Davey sighed in relief and pulled you into a hug.

"Let's get-"

BOOM

"..."

"What was that?" You nervously asked. The temperature suddenly increased tenfold, making you bake in your fluffy blue sweater. Then you heard voices from the other room.

"Honey! You made it!"

"Anything for you my little demon."

The two of you rushed into the living room to see Great Aunt Merriweather making out with an ethereally attractive, yet evil-looking, fiery, horned man. The rest of Davey's family was standing there, shocked and terrified to so much as blink. Mrs. Jacob's hands were over Les' eyes and for once, he wasn't trying to fight it. Merriweather turned to Davey and you.

"Davey, meet your Gruncle Satan!"

"Dszahdh-"

And you thought your politically radical family members were bad...

"C'mere and give your great uncle a hug!" The demon said.

"Oh HECK no." Said Davey emphatically, pushing you behind him and backing away. You heartily agreed.

"Boy, you can say Hell. It is my home after all." Apparently just being behind him was no longer enough, because Davey pulled you into his arms and started backing away faster. Satan began prowling closer.

"Is that a pure maiden I see in your arms there, boy? Oh, what I could do with her blood... I'll give you anything in the world if you'll give her to me. Fame, fortune, eternal safety for your entire family, for little Les. Whaddaya say? Do we have a deal?" The demon held his hand out for Davey to shake, Merriweather urging him on from behind her husband and the rest of the Jacobs pulling Les further away from the Devil.

"Oh, dear Jesus!" You cried, clutching Davey's shirt and shrinking away from the demon.

"OH $#%@!" Satan shrieked, crumpling in pain and clawing at his face. Aunt Merriweather was not in much better shape, writhing on the ground in agony. Your eyes widened. Oooh, he's the devil. Of course.

Davey's eyes lit up with hope. He looked into your eyes for just a moment, then stepped forward, taking your hand in his. He stared down at his demonic aunt and uncle.

"I would never, ever, ever give you my girl. Not even for the entire world, because she is my entire world. Be gone from this place, Devils. The power of Christ compels you." Davey spoke with power, grabbing a pipe cleaner cross from the Christmas decorations and holding it out in front of him.

"NOOOOO!" The two evil ones screamed, disappearing into smoke and ash, setting fire to a few things around the house, including the Christmas tree. Everyone stood in shock for a moment, trying to process what exactly had just gone down. It was quite the picture, a whole family standing around a burning room after they just witnessed a visit from the Devil himself. The trance was broken by Les' shrill voice.

"GUYS, MY PRESENTS ARE ON FIRE!" The urgency of the situation distracted the Jacobs family from the... unique situation that had just occurred. Once the Christmas tree was successfully put out and the presents were ensured to be safe, the entire family plopped down on the couches, chairs, pillows, or just straight up on the floor.

"The power of Christ compels you? Really David?" You asked Davey, breaking the hour-long silence.

That single comment started an uproar of laughter. Everyone was tired, their nerves frayed, and were so thankful that everyone was alright and that they would never have to deal with Graunt Merriweather or Gruncle Satan ever again.

Once the boisterous laughter died down, the presents were opened, and the incredible story retold a million times by Les (even though he didn't see any of it), the family was settled down and watching Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. In the darkness, you turned to Davey to find him already staring at you with a soft smile on his face.

"What? Is there some ginger bread on my face?" You asked him, bopping his nose.

"No. No, it's just... you... you're..." his cheeks dusted with a light pink. You smiled and hugged him. He placed his arms around you as well.

"Did you mean it? When you said I was your whole world?" You asked, looking down. Could he have actually meant that?

Davey pulled away from the hug and gently placed his hand under your chin so that you were looking directly into his eyes.

"Of course I did. I love you, (Y/n). With all my heart."

"I love you too, you big dork." You whispered. You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a short, but very sweet kiss. Even though the two of you had kissed many times before, kissing your Davey never failed to make your heart flutter and your stomach do backflips.

You pulled away and just stared into his eyes, the dim light from the television making his eyes glow.

It was then, at that exact moment when you knew.

He was the one.