Dszahdh - A Newsies Oneshot Book

Chocolate Chip - Davey X Reader

A little, random oneshot partially inspired by my escapades in making my mom's birthday cake.

See DaydreamShimmer? I'm not a complete failure!

This was originally written in Evelyn's POV in the near or far future of the Icicles story, but then I realized that it could easily be converted to a X reader and also I don't know how Jules is gonna write that story so I also didn't want to write something that wasn't going to be canon so yeah. This is a thing now. I don't know how I feel about this one tbh.

So yeah. A freepin update that's actually a oneshot for once. Enjoy!

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"MOM!!!"

Davey sighed and set down the book he had been engrossed in.

"What do you want now, Race?" The man child in question peeked his head over the arm of the couch, fully displaying his best attempt at puppy eyes.

"Can we make some food?"

"There's food in the fridge."

"No, like, good food."

"There's leftover meatloaf, some spaghetti that you called a disgrace to your marinara blood, all the ingredients for a salad or a sandwich, some hard boiled eggs, and a single Pringle. I think you can find something there."

You glanced over at Davey, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not in the fridge; I'm sitting right here."

"(Y/n), you are most certainly not a single Pringle. And you know what I meant anyway." He snipped at you. Huh. He must really want to get back to his book if he was this annoyed at being ripped away from it.

"To be fair, that spaghetti was pretty bad." Al said as he appeared next to Race. Jojo popped his head into the room and glared at the leprecha- I mean Clurichaun... I mean Albert.

"Hey, I worked hard on that spaghet!"

"Would you all just be quiet so I can finish this chapter?! Go eat an apple or something."

A third head popped up next to Race and Al, startling both you and Davey.

"But mooooooommm we want sugar."

"Jack, don't stoop to their leve— wait did you say cookies?"

"No?"

Davey stood so fast that the armchair nearly toppled over backwards.

"Change of plans kids," he announced, "we're making cookies!"

Immediately after this declaration, Race, Jack, Albert, Jojo, Elmer, Specs, Smalls, Spot, Les and Fonch all jumped up and/or dove into the room through doorways, windows, or vents (how Les even got up there was a mystery that no one seemed keen to acknowledge).

The idiot children trapped in adult bodies all sprinted to the kitchen, shouting and cheering.

"Huzzah! Mom still loves us!"

"Yeah, after the whole chewing gum debacle I thought he would hate us forever..."

"But suddenly... PINEAPPLES!"

"We're making cookies, Les, not quoting asdf movie."

"Same difference."

You cringed and called after them.

"Please don't make a mess!"

"Yes dad!" They chorused back.

Not a second later, a loud clattering was heard from the kitchen, followed by a very soft, yet distinct