#Flashback: Jacob Kelley

[sims4royalsandimperials]

Bumpass Residence - 12:40am

W: Nudity, Naughty Language TW: R*pe, handcuffs MTW: Captivity If this bothers you, please do not read under the cut. If you want, DM me so I can summarize the post. Thank you.

*Branson brings Jose-Luis and Astrid back home from the strip club*

Jose-Luis: So, I get a crack at her when you’re done? Branson: That’s what she’s here for. Ain’t Brooklynne gonna pissed at you if she finds out you fucked a stripper, though?

Jose-Luis: Bruh, she’s been a massive bitch the last few weeks. A change of pussy will be refreshing for me. Branson: I’m pounding this piece of ass on camera! Whoo! Astrid: *thinking* He’s gonna record himself r*ping me?! I gotta get out of here! Where are you, Dad? ________________________________________________________________

-Ten Minutes Later -

*The camera Branson mentioned is set to record*

Branson: *grunts* *Astrid can only flash back to that day at home, while trying not to actively pay attention to what Branson is doing to her*

???: Hands up, Anderssen… or your daughter gets it! PM Anderssen: Kelley! Please, put the gun down, and let my daughter go.

Agent Jacob Kelley: Ay, fuck you! You and the Imperial Family put a lot of pressure on me to reveal Giacono’s deception! You’re the cause of it, so, you’re going to die! Astrid: Please, don’t shoot my dad! He didn’t do anything to you! Agent Kelley: Shut up! Here’s what’s gonna happen, Anderssen. I’m taking your daughter… and you’ll never hear from her again.

Agent Kelley: There’s nothing more to talk about. You asked too many questions, Anderssen. Now, it’s time to repay your meddling with bullets. Astrid: Daddy, run!

PM Anderssen: Look, Agent Kelley. Just put the gun down, let go of my daughter, and we can discuss this. Please.

Agent Kelley: Hejdå, Anderssen! Astrid: DAD!! *BANG*

Branson: *groaning* Oh! Fuck, Tawny! Oh, that feels so good! *Branson climbs off Astrid and gets his boxers on*

Branson: I’ll be back down in a few minutes to take you to Luis. Stay there.

*Astrid, who’s now in complete and utter shock over what just happened to her, stares at the glass door, then sinks her head down and begins to cry*

Astrid: *sobbing* Where are you, Mom and Dad? Why aren’t you looking for me?

[practically-writes-itself]

Volatile - Part One

“He should have been mad at Jack — should have been angry with him for leaving without so much as a goodbye. But David Jacobs could never stay mad at Jack Kelley, no matter how many times he lied, closed himself off, or broke Davey’s heart. The facts of the matter were plain and simple — Davey could not be mad at Jack, because Davey was hopelessly, desperately in love with him. And, of course, that was not simple at all.”

re: kind of a combination of 1992sies and the stage production. takes place during the last scene of the movie, with the next part continuing in a post-canon, more broadway-version sort of setting. plus a flashback to the iconic alley scene. katherine exists here, and she’ll play a bigger part later in the story. enjoy!

TWs: period-typical homophobia, internalized homophobia

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Part Two Part Three

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The strike was over, the headline stunk, and Davey was finally back on the job.

He shuffled through the crowd of Newsies, grinning sheepishly at the boys who clapped his back or cheered for him. He tried to seem the part of triumphant Union leader, but in reality, all he could really focus on was the absence of a certain smug presence beside him as he reached the clerk and laid down his dime.

Davey counted his papes quietly, ignoring the continued uproar of the boys surrounding him. Groaning quietly, he picked his head up.

Barreling through the gates was the Governor’s Carriage, and riding inside was Jack Kelley.

Davey’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.

He should have been mad at Jack — should have been angry with him for leaving without so much as a goodbye. But David Jacobs could never stay mad at Jack Kelley, no matter how many times he lied, closed himself off, or broke Davey’s heart. The facts of the matter were plain and simple — Davey could not be mad at Jack, because Davey was hopelessly, desperately in love with him.

And, of course, that was not simple at all.

It was one thing to be in love with your best friend — it was another story altogether when your best friend happened to be another boy. Another boy in a world where loving other boys was unheard of, where loving other boys was forbidden and dirty. Another boy who practically glowed like the Santa Fe sun on a gloomy New York day. Another boy who, no matter how hard Davey tried to suppress it, kept sneaking up on him at the worst possible moments — when he was studying, when he was hawking, when he was laying in bed trying with all his might to just stop thinking, to go to sleep and wake up and feel the way he knew he should feel towards this boy. But trying to ignore them only made the feelings worse, and as Davey watched Jack hop out of the carriage, he decided a few unclean thoughts never hurt anybody.

Smothering the grin slowly spreading across his face in spite of himself, Davey propped his papers on his shoulder and sauntered down the stairs and into the throng of the crowd. The Newsies parted for him, allowing him his first good look of Jack since the end of the strike. He was standing tall, almost cocky, with his chest puffed out and his signature smirk dancing across his lips. He watched as Jack ruffled Les’s hair fondly, and as he gave Crutchie a light shove, and as he pulled Katherine into a quick hug. And then Davey watched as Jack’s eyes — those piercing grey eyes — turned to meet his. He could’ve sworn he saw them soften, but Davey quickly chalked that up to his own hopeless romanticism.

And then Jack was talking, and to him: “So, Dave, how’s the headline?”

Davey chuckled quietly. He pulled his hat out of his back pocket and stuffed it onto his head. “Headlines don’t sell papes, Jack,” he said, “Newsies sell papes.”

Jack’s grin widened, and the crowd let out another roar. Davey closed the distance between the two, handing his papers to Crutchie. Jack stuck his hand out, never taking his eyes off Davey’s. Davey remembered that first day they had met — when Jack had practically demanded he and Les shadow him. Davey bit his lip to keep from smiling, and spat into his palm before taking Jack’s into his own.

The boys hollered, and Jack raised an eyebrow, his amused smirk betraying his facade of coolness. Their hands stayed clasped for a moment too long — Davey must have been imagining it, but Jack seemed to be grappling to say something. His mouth opened and closed, and he kept shifting his eyes, as if he wished he was somewhere else.

Just when it seemed Jack could hold it in no longer, Sarah pushed her way between the two. Their hands broke apart, and Davey felt his cheeks grow warm — from the Jack’s touch or animosity towards his sister, Davey couldn’t decide.

Davey met Jack’s eyes one more time, and then Jack turned away and promptly stuck his lips onto Sarah’s.

The world fell away. It was just Davey, and next to Davey, in a completely different dimension, was Jack and Sarah, an entity unto itself. Davey was alone, apart, and it struck him suddenly — this was the way it would always be. He hadn’t considered it before, had been so clueless as to believe that, even if Jack didn’t feel the same way, it would still be he and Dave against the world, no complications.

Love truly made Davey a fool.

He played along, laughing and smiling and allowing Jack to pull him into the group hug that was forming. He rolled his eyes playfully as Jack stuck his hat onto Les’ head, and he took Sarah’s hand when she held it out to him. He let Jack wind an arm around his shoulder.

All the while Davey felt like he was going to be sick.

The group marched out of the World premises, Les skipping ahead as Jack, Davey, and Sarah led the Newsies into the Square. Directly behind them, Katherine was firing questions, pen in hand, at the Governor himself, having weaseled herself, Spot, and Racetrack into a ride in the carriage to Brooklyn.

Jack still had an arm around Davey, and Davey was painfully aware of that fact. The bare skin of his neck where Jack touched was prickling, sending chills down his spine every time they shifted a bit — which, unfortunately, was every time they took a step.

Jack was talking to Sarah, and when Davey turned his head slightly, he could just see Jack’s profile: dimpled cheeks and a crooked smile. He blushed, and immediately turned away, refusing to let his eyes stray any further than a millimeter into his peripheral.

As they were passing the looming statue of Horace Greeley, Jack’s personal role model, Davey felt Jack’s arm shift and heard his voice in his ear. Two simple words were whispered:

‘Rooftop. Tonight.’

Davey’s heart dropped. He knew what this meant. Jack had taken notice of Davey’s infatuation, had detected Davey’s long glances and longing stares. He was going to take Davey up to his penthouse and do God knows what — soak him, probably.

A sour taste in his mouth, Davey recalled the moment he had realized his feelings for Jack went deeper than friendship.

Jack’s hand was on his chest, keeping him pinned against the wall. The front of his shirt was bunched in Jack’s fist, and Davey had the faraway thought that his mother would be angry with him for wrinkling it.

“Jail, Dave,” Jack was saying. His eyes were wide, and though Davey knew he was trying to threaten him, there was more fear in them than anything. “You don’t know a thing about jail.”

“I don’t understand,” Davey said.

Jack paused. His grey eyes searched Davey’s blue, and he looked vulnerable, as if the conversation was volatile, ready to explode at any moment. Behind his irises lie indecision and anxiety, and a rush of emotion Davey couldn’t quite identify washed over him.

“I don’t understand either, but you’ve gotta go!” Jack let go of Davey suddenly, and Davey slumped forward, catching himself before he went crashing to the ground.

Davey quickly straightened, rubbing his chest against the change in pressure. He looked up, but Jack was refusing to look at him.

It took Davey a moment to realize that he wasn’t angry at Jack — no, quite the opposite. He wanted more than anything to reach out and touch him, to quell some of the darkness he knew was swirling around his head.

But those feelings terrified Davey, so he turned and ran before he did something he would regret.

Davey tried his hardest to forget the encounter, but it haunted him. There was something inside him that confused him; he had never felt like this before. All clammy hands and a pained chest, like he had been running a race that just wouldn’t end.

He was laying awake in the middle of the night when he realized with sudden certainty that he was so far gone for Jack Kelley that he would be willing to go to jail for him, even if it meant hurting his family. Because that’s how important Jack was to him.

Shaking himself out of his reminiscence, Davey managed to slather on a closed-lipped smile and nodded.

He swallowed down the bile rising in his throat and kept stomping forward.

~

part two will be posted soon! let me know what y’all think!

[sims4royalsandimperials]

Flashback; November 2017 - Over a year after Susanna’s disappearance

*Eric and Katrina are about to receive a visit from NBI’s Chief Investigating Agent Jack Giacono and then-Officer Jacob Kelley.*

Eric: No matter what happens tonight, Min Älskling, we’ll continue to keep up the search.  Katrina: I don’t understand something, Min Kärlek. I thought she would have been home with us by now. It’s been over a year and nothing... not a single trace of Sue, except for her glasses, jewelry, and Imperial orders. 

Eric: I agree, Reena. Someone’s got to have answers. We need to know where our baby girl is... if she’s okay... whether or not any harm has come to her. We need to know.

Footman: Agent Giacono and Officer Kelley have arrived, Your Majesties. Eric: Thank you, Gustav. You’re dismissed.

Eric: Thank you for seeing us, Agent. Katrina: We trust that you’ve continued to maintain contact with King Vincent and Lunarian authorities to help us find Susanna. Is this still correct?

Agent Giacono: That would be correct, Your Majesty... until tonight. Eric: What? What do you mean “until tonight”? Agent, is there something we should know? Agent Giacono: Would you like to tell them, Officer Kelley?

Officer Kelley: The HoL in Lunaria and the National Congress think it’s pointless to continue the search. We wanted to let you know beforehand, so that Your Majesties could further deliberate on whether or not continue the search for Princess Susanna.  Eric: Are they insane? They want us to decide whether we want to keep finding our daughter? What do they want to do? Agent Giacono: They expressed the desire to declare your daughter dead-in-absentia.

Eric: What the...? Holy watcher. Thank goodness Parliament will be opening in March. I’ve got to do something about this dead-in-absentia nonsense. Tomorrow morning, I must make a call to King Vincent and figure out where to go from there. Thank you gentlemen, for these new developments. Gustav will see you out. Agent Giacono: Of course, Your Majesty.

Katrina: “Dead-in-absentia”? Eric, this investigation is going the wrong direction. Eric: Looks like we have got a lot more work to do if we want to see Susanna again. This new update is frustrating, indeed, Reena.