#Jack kelly fanfiction

[hearts4court]

i wanna eat him

"Wh- so you did remember my birthday!" || "Of course I did. How could I ever forget?" with Jack Kelly?

This one's lowkey v cute! I hope you enjoy!

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 21 - "Wh- so you did remember my birthday!" || "Of course I did. How could I ever forget?"

If you were to ask Crutchie, he would say that Jack was moping.

A claim that Jack himself would vehemently deny. Jack Kelly did not mope, though that didn't mean that he didn't occasionally feel a tad bit disappointed. Especially when his girlfriend avoided him at every turn and gave absolutely zero inclination that she knew his birthday had been coming up.

And, yes, perhaps that mild upset was showing through Jack isolating himself on the roof of the lodging house with only his sketchbook for company. If you were to ask Jack, that was the ideal way for anyone to spend their birthday.

So no, of course he was not moping, no matter what Crutchie and Race and whoever else had to say about it.

"Jackie? You up here? The guys said they saw you head up here."

Jack tensed up at the familiar voice floating up to where he sat sketching from his penthouse.

"Oh so you actually want to talk to me now?" Jack bit out before he could think better of it.

Okay, so maybe Jack was a little more upset than he wanted to let on.

"Jackie?"

He let out a long sigh, snapping his sketchbook shut and turning around to face his girlfriend.

Y/N stood at the edge of the penthouse, her arms behind her back. There was a nervous smile on her face, and she was bouncing up and down a little on her heels. Her clothes were surprisingly clean considering that Jack knew she had been working far harder than usual lately.

"Yeah?"

"I have something for you," she said, smile widening.

Jack raised a single eyebrow at her, refusing to let her words raise his hopes.

Y/N crossed over to him, moving her hands to her front to present him with two small parcels and a piece of card.

"It's not much - but happy birthday, Jackie."

Jack blinked at her, staring between his girlfriend and the gifts she was presenting him with.

"Wh- so you did remember my birthday?" Jack asked in mild disbelief. Y/N let out a quiet laugh, biting her lip as she nodded.

"Of course I did. How could I ever forget?" Y/N asked, her voice soft.

"But you've been avoiding me."

"I wanted it to be a surprise. And I've been taking a couple of extra jobs to try and save up for what I wanted to get for you."

"You didn't have to do that!" Jack hadn't realised he had stood up until he had already crossed over to her. He clasped his hands ever-so gently on her arms.

"Of course I did - I love you, Jackie! Happy birthday!"

Jack learned and pecked her cheek before accepting the objects in her arms. He couldn't help but laugh at the card - two crudely drawn figures on the front holding what Jack presumed were meant to be newspapers.

"Yeah, okay - we can't all be artistic geniuses, Kelly," Y/N huffed, pouting.

"It's beautiful. I'll treasure it forever, baby," Jack promised, swallowing back any further laughter that threatened to bubble up.

True to his word, he strode over to where he had tacked up several of his own drawings to the railings, adding the birthday card to the mix.

"Crutchie is going to think your artistic talent took a serious hit," Y/N snorted, and Jack turned around just in time to see her flop down onto the piles of old clothes and blankets which served as Jack's bed.

Jack just grinned at her, joining her on the bed and carefully peeling away the newspaper which wrapped the two parcels.

A single cupcake was revealed in the first box and Jack's mouth watered at just the sight of it.

"This must've cost a fortune,"

"You deserve a birthday cake, Jackie - not every day you turn 18," Y/N murmured, grabbing hold of his hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

"I love you," he said, tightening his hold on her when she tried to pull away and instead tugging her closer to peck her lips.

"Yeah, yeah," Y/N waved it off. "Open the other one. That's the real present."

"The real present?" Jack repeated incredulously. Y/N just nodded eagerly, eyes fixed on the scruffy parcel. Jack picked it apart carefully, his eyes widening as he revealed a brand new set of paints for him to use. "How the fuck did you buy these?" He whispered.

"I told you - I've been taking a lot of extra work," Y/N shrugged bashfully.

Jack didn't think twice before lunging towards her to pull her into a long, deep kiss.

[lithuaniaseye]

last night I dreamed that Davey and Spot had a duet singing about how they yearned for Jack and Race respectively... I woke up laughing from the idea of Tommy Bracco and Ben Fankhauser's height difference.

[upside-down-sock-drawer]

I think Jack and David should have kissed, and my feeling about that is... how do you know they didn't?

[hazeystar]

is the newsies fandom alive over here? because I might be working on a little gay fic...

[more-sonorous]

asking you to stop and wait and stay

some javey angst for you on this fine friday!

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There were many nights when Jack felt like his family’s home was too big. 

It was a problem he’d never dreamed he’d encounter as a boy. Not when he lived in a cruddy matchbox apartment with his parents, not when he was crammed into one shitty lodging house with twenty other boys, and not in the brief few months he spent working at the shipyards, learning to weld steel with unforgiving sun beating down on his skin. His life was rough cotton, sleeping in beds too small with too little room. 

Katherine’s world was strange and empty and new, and Jack was finding that he almost preferred the uncomfortable comfort of bodies pressed against him out of necessity. Not he and Kath’s too-large bed, not the too-long hallways or the too-far distance between their too-big bedroom and his son’s, which seemed miles away when the boy was having a nightmare, cries splitting the too-quiet night. The household staff moved about like mice and the entire massive country estate seemed to drown in silence every night. It was different. No snoring newsboys, no gentle humming from his mamá, nothing but Katherine’s soft breathing and the occasional groaning of wood. 

They’d been living here for five years and Jack still hadn’t quite grown used to it– the decadence of it all, the looming quiet, the heavy weight of responsibility. Maybe the halls were empty in an attempt to encourage them to fill it with family. That’s what the Kellys were doing, after all– they  had their first darling son Micheal and Kath was with child (they’d found that out recently and Jack was beyond elated), and he was positive there were more children to come. Happy about it, too. He’d always wanted a family.

They were young, though. Micheal was almost five and their little family was as small as he was, with his little hands and feet and his precious youth. Jack’s boy. When he slept well, the quiet never went away. 

Jack found himself unable to rest when he felt truly suffocated by the empty air. He’d travel through endless hallways and wander into the sunroom he’d claimed as his art studio, sit and bask in the moonlight that streamed in from the massive paneled windows. Paint a thing or two. Kath and Micheal, Davey at his precious piano, Race with a cigar, Charlie sitting in the penthouse. It was one of those restless nights, with rain gently pattering around the window, when the Kelly family’s stuffy butler poked his head into the studio and murmured something or other about Jack having a visitor.

He thought disdainfully about unnecessarily long hallways as he made his way to the front of the house, following the flickering candle of the man ahead of him, dressed in nightgown and cap. Jack was still in his clothes from the day– he hadn’t even bothered sleeping. In one of his moods.

Guilt for joining the ‘upper echelon’ as Davey so furiously called it during his rants, maybe. Jack never stopped feeling guilt about it. The money, the clothes, the house. 

Think of the man and he shall appear, apparently, because behind the door stood a rain-soaked Davey Jacobs. Wet curls clung to his forehead and his green eyes were bright and wild as he stared at Jack, flushed and breathless with his chest heaving beneath his soaked clothes. Jack realized, with slightly muted horror, that his best friend rode here on horseback all the way from the city in the middle of a rainstorm. He could see the miserable pony pawing at the mud in the lawn, somewhere in the distance as thunder rumbled. 

��Dave. Jesus. Jesus, Davey, you gotta get inside–”

“No, no. No. Not necessary. I just– I’ve got to head straight back home as soon as possible, really, but I had to talk to you, Jackie. Just had to.” He breathed, running a freckled hand through that curly hair of his. It was black with rainwater, and Jack realized that at some point his butler had disappeared into the night. “We’ll talk on the porch?”

He felt his own lips ticking down into a frown. This was very un-Davey like behavior. Davey never did impulsive things. Something was wrong. “Sure.”

The ornately carved door clicked shut behind Jack, and they stood alone in the lamplight of the porch. A storm sang around them, and dim moonlight saved the rain-soaked lawn from the depths of the shadows. Davey’s face was half-blue and half-orange, a strange mix of lighting that Jack was almost certainly going to paint later. Though he couldn’t quite focus on thoughts of paint and color when his friend’s face was taut with worry. 

“Jackie.”

“Everythin’ okay?” Jack asked carefully, feeling tension begin to coil up in his spine. 

He received a terse nod in response, and David buried his probably-freezing hands in his pockets. “Yes Of course. I’m… I’m perfectly alright.”

“Good. That… uh… that’s great.”

Davey nodded, awkward and stilting just like he’d been recently. For some reason, the man had been acting strange. Long silences, bouts of intense staring, a lingering melancholy sadness that seemed to bubble up when nobody was speaking– Jack wanted to understand. Wanted to shake Dave up a bit– figure out what was going on in his curly head.

With a little bit of horror rising in his chest, Jack noted that Davey’s wide green eyes were growing glossy with tears. 

“In short, I’m moving to France. Paris, specifically.”

Jack blinked. Mulled the words over in his head. Considered the actual possibility of Dave Jacobs moving to Paris. Felt his own chest shaking with a laugh as his eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, alright. Good joke, Dave.”

“No. I– I really am. Next week.” Earnestly, his voice rose in pitch. Jack almost frantically scanned his best friend’s face for any sign of lying but he found none– he’d known this man for six long years, and Davey was an awful liar. He was decidedly not lying about this Paris thing, and Jack was so baffled that he could scarcely form a logical thought. Davey drove his point forward with more rambling, elegant fingers fidgeting with the hem of his dripping coat, which was still dripping onto Jack’s porch. “I didn’t— I haven’t told you because I kept thinking I’d change my mind. I kept thinking it was too impulsive or too unlike me, and that I’d back out at the last second, but now I’m really seeing the deadline and I know I have to go. I know it’s what I need.”

“What you– what you need?”

Jack stared in disbelief, sort of feeling like the floor of the porch had dropped out beneath him. He felt like he was falling, like the air had been knocked from his chest, like he’d received a particularly nasty kick from his toddler. Davey was leaving. Davey was moving to another continent. 

He forced himself to breathe. Calm down. Katherine would be telling him to count each breath, make his way to ten– he wasn’t patient enough for that. “How long? A month?”

“Well– no. It lasts until I… um… learn everything. Or until my mentor thinks I’ve learned everything which– well, that… uh– that could be years, Jackie, I’ll be honest.” He looked away, rife with guilt from face to feet.

And Jack wanted to explode. Years. Years of Davey being fucking unreachable, years without his best friend and closest confidant by his side? Jack couldn’t do that. Davey was his person. Davey was who he went to when Kath wasn’t around. Davey was the first person he’d invite over for a casual drink or a night in. He ranted about his problems to this man. Told him absolutely everything. How was he supposed to function for years without Davey? And how could Davey choose to leave him?

He’d stayed for Davey all of those years ago when the call to Santa Fe had been so strong it nearly killed him. Kath firstly, of course, but Davey was amongst the long list of reasons. Davey was supposed to ignore this Paris call. He was supposed to stay in New York with Jack. They were happy. They had good lives. 

“How could you– I don’t understand how you could need to be so far away from everyone you love, Dave? You don’t need that!” 

Davey winced, looking smaller than Jack had seen him in years. He almost looked seventeen again, which thrust Jack back into memories of a much simpler time. This man did not look like a twenty-three year old, confident maestro that played piano in Irving Hall and chatted pleasantly with all of New York City’s wealthy folk whilst talking shit about them right behind their backs. This didn’t look like Jack’s best friend. He wasn’t sweet and funny Uncle Day. This was David. Jack was looking at David and he scarcely knew him, because Davey would never up and leave him like this.

“Jackie, you don’t– you don’t get it.” He seemed to plead, lurching forward like a wooden toy sprung into action. Rigid and frantic. “I got accepted for an apprenticeship in Paris. I’m going to study under some of my favorite composers, Jack, I’m learning from Debussy himself. I know– I know it’s going to be difficult to be away from home, but I need to leave–”

He saw red and felt his hands curling into fists as unrestrained anger coursed through him. “You’re abandoning everybody that cares about you, Davey!”

“I’m not abandoning you or anybody, Jack, I still– I’m going to be a part of your life! I’ll write you letters every week and I’ll come back as soon as I can. And I’m not just leaving for the sake of leaving, I– I have my reasons and that– that’s actually why I’m here. I needed to talk to you alone. I need to tell you something. I can’t leave without telling you.”

“Telling me what?” Jack scoffed bitterly, still stuck between unbridled fury and disbelief. 

“I–” Rigidly, he met Jack’s eyes. Davey looked almost like a frightened fawn, frozen like a statue with droplets of water slipping down the sides of his face from his damp hair. “You have to promise me that you won’t let this ruin our friendship.”

“Like movin’ to another country ain’t gonna ruin our friendship anyways?” He spat, almost bitterly, though there was a thick undercurrent of sadness beginning to roar beneath his mighty anger. Davey was right in front of him and Jack was already missing him like a lost limb. 

His friend’s lips pressed into a thin line. Jack could see him biting back a sarcastic retort and almost wished he’d let it out, but Davey seemed seconds away from tears and miles away from considering anger at Jack. “It won’t. But that’s beside the point. I just– I need you to tell me that what I’m about to say won’t change the way you see me in your mind.”

“What the hell, Dave?” growing fed up with the cryptic bullshit, Jack groaned and pushed a hand through his hair. Dave just blinked at him and Jack clamped his jaw shut tightly. “Okay, Davey, I promise.”

“Good.”

The other man sucked in a breath, chest swelling with it. His clothes– every layer from overcoat to waistcoat, were clinging to him. He was soaked through to the bone and his curly hair was only just stopping it’s dripping. Jack could see the nerves in the way his fingers were fidgeting nonstop, feet rocking forward onto tiptoe and back onto heel repeatedly. Whatever this was, it was tearing him up. It had led him to ride into the countryside through a thunderstorm. It was making him speechless, green eyes staring up at the flickering lamp to the right of the ornate door. He took another deep breath. A third one after that. Lashes fluttered. Jack was beginning to grow incredibly anxious– what the hell was his problem?

Then, Davey turned to face Jack and met his eyes with an almost searing intensity, a single tear slipping from his left eye as he opened his mouth. “I’m in love with you.”

Huh.

Jack considered, briefly, that he might’ve been joking, but after the events of the night, that was doubtful. Something about the way Davey was looking at him… he felt his own heart dropping to his feet, chest clenching tightly. “Davey…”

“Don’t– just– don’t say anything, Jackie, please.” He begged, lurching backwards. “Don’t. I– I’ve been feeling this way for so long, and it… it’s been making me miserable. Ruining my life. I see you every day and I know I can’t have you, but all I fucking feel is love love love and it’s driven me insane.”

He ran his hands through those wet curls and pressed his hands to his scalp, somehow still fighting tears. Davey cried often; it was remarkable how well he was holding himself together because Jack was closer to crying than he was. There was no way Davey was in love with him. He could scarcely believe it– until he began to actually think about it, examining the signs and realizing all of the little details he’d missed. 

Since they were seventeen, Davey had always had a particular soft spot for him, hadn’t he? Suddenly memories were flooding Jack’s mind. The private smiles Davey saved just for him, the way he looked at him with those owlish green eyes, the compositions he wrote just for Jack. The way he’d refused to be Jack’s best man and sequestered himself behind the piano all evening. The inexplicable tightness of his smile when he met Jack’s son for the first time. The awkward tension that never seemed to relax from his body when he found himself in Jack and Katherine’s home. The moments of sorrow when no one was looking, every single fucking time Jack caught him staring– oh, God. Davey had been feeling like this for years and Jack hadn’t noticed once.

His own throat was feeling tight with dismay as why why why ran through his mind.

He’d known about Davey’s homosexuality since they were eighteen or nineteen and Dave drunkenly confessed to kissing a boy. Jack had never cared about who he loved– Davey was his best friend and Jack knew plenty of other homosexuals. But Davey– Davey should’ve been in love with someone better.

Someone that could love him back, someone without a family of their own. 

Jesus. That explained Paris, too. Davey had been bottling this up for six years. Of course he was finally snapping and running away. Lined right up with the announcement of Kath’s second pregnancy. Oh, this was bad. Jack was driving him away. 

“Davey–” Desperate to comfort, he reached out his hand. Davey flinched away. “Dave, c’mon, I ain’t mad at’cha.”

“I– I’m glad about that but I just–” he turned to face the rainstorm and a bolt of lightning crashed across the sky, illuminating the picturesque lawn, bathed in darkness and soaked through and through. “I… I know you could never really love me back, but there was always part of me that hoped that maybe– it’s stupid. I’m looking at you now and all I see is pity.”

“I do love ya’.” Jack insisted, feeling his own voice warbling with unshed emotion. 

Davey’s bottom lip trembled and Jack felt like his heart was being shattered. He wanted to return Davey’s affections. To give him everything he’d ever wanted. To wipe the slow-rolling tears away. He couldn’t give him any of that. “Not like I want you to.”

And if that wasn’t a painful truth… Jack sucked in a breath. “Nah… but I still– I care so much–”

“I know you do, Jackie, that’s– that’s part of the problem.” He hiccuped a watery laugh and dragged his damp sleeves over his eyes, only making his face wetter. “Sometimes it feels like you’re st-stringing me along with all of your flirting and touching.”

“Oh, God. I never– shit, Dave, I really never meant for you to feel like that. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Jack was itching to do something. Hug him or just place a hand on his shoulder, Jack didn’t care. His fingers were burning with it.

Davey offered him a sad little smile and shook his head. “Not your fault. They’re my stupid feelings, anyways.”

“Not– not stupid. Y’can’t help it, man.” Jack swallowed around the lump in his throat as the air thickened with awkwardness. “I just– I wish you’d’ve told me sooner before ya’ decided to just run away from me.”

“I’m not running.” He insisted firmly, though Jack privately disagreed despite the force of his friend’s conviction. “I’m just putting a bit of distance between us for both of our sakes. I’ll write you letters and focus on my music and by the time I return, I won’t be in love with you at all and I’ll be everything you need me to be. Best friend, godfather, uncle– I’ll do it all perfectly and we won’t ever have problems again.”

Jack, once notorious for running without the notion of ever settling, was feeling pity. It hurt, sweltering with all of the other emotions within him. “That ain’t healthy, Dave. You oughta deal with it here.”

“I’ve tried dealing with it, Jackie. Six years. I’ve been in love with you for six years. That’s more than half a decade. It– it’s not fair for you to ask me to stay and wallow in it.”

Like always, he had a point. Unable to stand still a moment longer, Jack turned on his heel and paced the length of the porch. His mind was racing with incoherent thoughts, a jumble of panic and sadness and pity. If he’d have just known sooner, if someone would’ve told him, if Davey wasn’t going to Paris… and when he turned around, Davey was right there waiting, hands in his pockets. Jesus. Davey was in love with him and he was moving to another continent. 

“Am I… am I gonna see you again? ‘Fore you go.”

“Sure. I’ll have a little get together so we can all swap stories and have a drink before I set off.” He stared at his feet, at the black boots he so enjoyed to wear. Said they made pressing down on piano pedals easier. Fuck. Jack was going to miss his strange Davey-isms. “You and Kathy and the guys. My siblings.” 

He sounded hollow. Defeated. Jack felt sick. 

“We’ll make time.”

All he earned was a little smile. Davey’s eyes raked over him– hair to shoes– like he was committing the image of Jack to memory. Jack wondered if he was really ever going to come back from Paris, what with all of the raw hurt in those eyes, posture bent like he’d just been stabbed. What if he never came back? What if this was the last time he’d ever see Davey alone? “Well, guess I’d better–”

Without thinking, Jack lurched forward and tugged him into a tight embrace. Dave made a squeak of a soft sound, but he hugged him back after just a moment of hesitation. It was damp and cold and an awful hug– Jack’s cheek was frigid just from the contact with Davey’s shoulder– but he held tightly because this amazing, intelligent person was leaving his life and it was partially his fault. He’d been oblivious and he’d been a bad friend for not questioning the sadness he knew was there; for brushing it off as a part of Davey that wouldn’t go away. Even if he didn’t want to believe it, this was partially his fault. He really didn’t want Davey to go. He didn’t want to watch another loved one slip through his fingers, and he hugged the man like that might convince him to stay. Like maybe if he gripped Davey’s coat hard enough, he’d pull back and ask to go sit by the fire and warm up. They’d talk about Paris and Jack would talk and talk and talk until he’d convince Dave to just fall out of love with him and stay around, normal like things had been before.

But their normal obviously was never as good for Dave as it was for Jack, and that hurt too. It hurt when Davey sobbed quietly and it hurt because Jack was sobbing, too.

Davey was leaving. No question about it. No embrace could stop that.

And the embrace didn’t stop it. When Davey finally pulled away, minutes or hours later, he smiled a small, broken little smile. “Well. I’d best be off now.”

“Be safe.” Jack whispered, voice breaking.

And Davey nodded. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and made his way down the stairs, walking right into the unforgiving embrace of the storm. Climbed onto that horse and snapped the reins with vigor, disappearing into the night without leaving a trace behind. 

Gone. Probably never coming back, despite his promises. 

Jack retched. He threw up off the side of the porch and gripped the wood like a lifeline as the grief hit him in full force. Davey was leaving. Just like his parents had, just like everyone seemed to do eventually. Somehow Davey had gone and fallen in love with him, and Jack wanted to hate him for it. He wanted to throttle him for not choosing someone else. Wanted to throttle him for not saying something before Kath got pregnant, before the whirlwind of a wedding, before Pulitzer practically banished them to this stupid, too-big house in the too-empty countryside. 

Davey hadn’t even truly left yet. Hadn’t climbed onto a ship with his belongings stuffed into a suitcase. Still, Jack felt the loss. He figured he was going to feel it forever.

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

characters calling their bf/gf/love interest nicknames is one of my favorite things ever.

Like, for newsies, like Jack calling David 'Davey' and 'Dave' and Davey calling him 'Jackie' is just so cuteee

or like Race being one of the only people who call spot 'spottie' or something, because he finds it funny that it makes him so flustered.

Or for tbom AUs where connor and kevin are together, them just shortening each others names into 'con' and 'kev' like awwww i just can't contain how happy it makes me feel.

one more example cause i gotta include my main three musical fixations...

in act two whizzvin calling eachother 'marv' and 'baby'

and i can just imagine the lesbians having so many adorable nicknames for each other like omggg

[packleaderbriggan]

"I can't write a Refuge fic, there's too many of them, I'd just be restating things other people have already said, I can't-"

DO IT, I BEG OF YOU. FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS. PLEASE, I NEED MORE NEWSIES ANGST IN MY LIFE 😭🙏

[sky-neverending]

newsies play hockey oneshot coming soon

[skylathescholarly]

Okay so like, this might be slightly controversial. But I have a couple fic ideas that I'm not sure I wanna write right now, and I want to take some surveys to see what'll happen with them if I do.

Now, I definitely do write for me, don't get me wrong. Either way, both these ideas are getting written. However, right now I have a ton going on, and I know if I start something that doesn't pick up at least a couple of readers, I'll get discouraged and never finish it due to everything else I have going on. So this is just kind of a poll on what's gonna happen if I write these.

So the first thing: A Newsies/Batfam no capes AU. There's a lot of detail, but basically Jack is Jason, Tim is Crutchie, Dick is Davey, and Damian is Les. It's based on both the 92 movie and the live production. I love this project but it is hard and I know the audience would be small. Please hear me, I am going to write this at some point!! I just don't know if now is the time.

The second thing is based off this fic but with Steph and Bruce. Writing Steph is wayyyyy out of my comfort zone, so this would also be slightly a challenge. Essentially, a metahuman villain kidnaps Bruce and Steph and forces them to sort of play house with her until they're rescued. Very angsty, very hurt/comfort, very "figuring out our relationship because you're not my dad but you're not my boss but you're something I just don't know what". Very nice.

Anyway! Vote pleaseeeeeee

[take-it-on-the-run]

Jack Kline Playlist

"I'll be in every drop of falling rain."

Jack Kline Masterlist | Supernatural Masterlist | Main Page Masterlist

A/N: Could also be interpreted as 'Falling for Jack Kline' . I love Jack sm. He could ask me to get him some water or to kill someone and I would react just the same.

Human // Daughter

Buried deep within; there's a human; and despite everything; I'm still human; but I think I'm dying here

I Gave You All // Mumford & Sons

If only I had an enemy; bigger than my apathy; I could've won

Achilles Come Down // Gang of Youths

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone; engage with the pain as a motive

Way Down We Go // KALEO

Oh, father tell me; do we get what we deserve?

Arsonist's Lullabye // Hozier

When I knew loves perfect ache; but my peace has always depended; on all the ashes in my way; all you have is your fire; and the place you need to reach

Back to the Old House // The Smiths

The saddest thing I've ever seen; and you never knew how much I really liked you; because I never even told you; oh, and I meant to

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

Take me back to the night we met; and then I can tell myself; what the hell I'm supposed to do; and then I can tell myself; not to ride along with you

Rosyln // Bon Iver, St. Vincent

Wings wouldn't help you; wings wouldn't help you down

Chemtrails Over The Country Club // Lana del Rey

You're in the wind, I'm in the water; nobody's son; nobody's daughter

Fade Into You // Mazzy Star

You put your hands into your head; and then smiles cover your heart

Take Me To Church // Hozier

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you; I was born sick, but I love it

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene // Hozier

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh; I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet

[sinkjustlikeastone]

I thought I’d share

I’ve been putting together an AU where Jack Kelly grows up to be Jay Gatsby who if you want here’s some key points

Nick is replaced with Davey

Recognized from war changes to recognized from the strike

They probably still both fought in the war but it will stay slightly insignificant until the end

Jay Gatsby was once Jack Kelly

Became rich for Katherine �� because after the strike obvs Jack had to go to war and Katherine thought he had died!! Some years after the war ended Jack became Jay and built his mansion across the bay from Katherine and one of the Delancey brothers because why not (he needs to be a jerk like Tom so it works)

Davey's POV just like it’s Nicks in the book

Probably leave Jordan as Jordan

Medda to replace the one old guy who Gatsby called an old best friend

Instead of an empty funeral, Davey tracks down all the old newsies that survived the war and they all collectively mourn the loss of their cowboy and the loss of all the other newsies lost in the war

[puppethistoryhive]

can't help falling in love

relationship: jack kelly/david jacobs

rating: teen

word count: 1,168

summary: David catches Jack crying at their spot, which leads to some rooftop confessions.

read on ao3 or below the cut

On this particular night, when David had arrived at their spot, Jack had been facing away from him. That didnt mean he didn't catch the slight shaking of his body, or the muffled sniffles. This struck David as odd, because it was a warm summer night, the sun having only set less than an hour ago despite how late it was. He was quiet as he approached Jack, like he was trying to not scare away a small, frightened animal. It was only once he was a few feet from the other man that he realized Jack must have been crying. This was also odd, because while Jack was an expressive man who wasn't afraid to show emotion, he had only cried in front of David twice before. Jack Kelly didn't cry.

“Jack?” David's voice was barely above a whisper, but it pierced through the air and startled both boys. Jack immediately froze where he was, and David could see him quickly reach to do what he assumed was wipe his face dry. He turned to David a moment later and had a grin plastered on his face. It didn't reach his eyes.

“Davey! Funny seeing youse here,” He tried to keep his voice strong and steady, but it still broke in the middle. Jack just barely winced at it.

“Drop the act, Jackie. What's wrong?” His tone was soft, so soft. It was a voice he reserved only for Jack, and both boys knew it. They both avoided thinking about the implications of such facts though. He settled on the ground next to Jack. Up close he could see the dried tears and the way his eyes were bloodshot. It broke Davey's heart to see his best friend like this, and he really wanted to know what had caused it so he could make sure it wouldn't happen again.

“Ah, nothing to worry your pretty little head over, Davey. Don't stress it,”

“Jack, we both know that's a lie. You can be honest with me, you know that right? I'm here for you, man.”

“Yea, I knows Davey. I appreciates it, I really do- but I really don't want you to have to worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

That broke David's heart even more. Jack said it with such conviction, but also like it broke him. He didn't want to burden David, he would never. He shared most things, but this just felt different. He genuinely didn't want David to worry about this, he worried about everything else too much anyways. What was another one of Jack's problems? He knew he could deal with it on his own, he always did. The feelings would pass, and he would act like it never happened, until the feelings and worries resurfaced. He didn't want to have to always take care of himself though.

“I know you can Jackie, but that doesn't mean you have to.”

And God did that break Jack. Before he knew what was happening, tears blurred his vision once again.

“Hey, Jackie, it's okay. Can I touch you?” All it took was one small nod from Jack before David was wrapping the taller man in his arms.

“I'm so scared Davey,”

“Can you tell me about it, Jack?”

“I keep having these- these feelings. Ones I'm not s'posed to have,”

David had no idea what Jack could be talking about, and it made him nervous. There is no way Jack could be talking about- no, David needed to get that out of his head and focus on his friend. He removed his arms from around Jack and settled down sitting beside him.

"Jack, you can trust me. You're my best friend. There's nothing you could say that would make me hate you, or whatever worst case scenario you have running through that noggin of yours," He bumped Jack's shoulder in a playful manner, earning a halfhearted chuckle from the other boy.

"Davey, this- this is different. I couldn't stand to lose you." David took his hand.

"Jack, you won't."

"David," he took a long pause, and struggled to get out the next words, "I think I like boys?" David's breath caught in his throat. Jack was like him. That doesn't mean Jack has the same feelings though. He felt Jack tense next to him, and David realized he hadn't said anything back yet. He seemed ready to bolt. David squeezed his hand gently.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thank you for telling me, Jackie. I appreciate it. I don't want to steal your spotlight, but uh.. me too?"

"Really? But you're so.. normal? I didn't think you liked boys,"

"Jack, it's not 'unnormal' to like boys. Sure, in America it's frowned upon, but we both know that doesn't mean anything. It isn't something anyone can control more than their class or gender or skin color. Actually, in Ancient Greece-" he was cut off by the sweet sound of Jack's laughter, "what?"

"Nothing, it's just.."

"Just what?"

"It's cute when you're all passionate and youse talk a lot," David was taken aback, barely able to process what Jack had just said, "I hope that's not weird to say now that you know about the whole boy thing."

"No!" David replied embarrassingly quickly, "it's, uh- it's nice, actually," he was increasingly glad for the night sky, his skin becoming incredibly flushed as the conversation progressed.

"Really?"

"Of course, Jack,"

"Hey Davey?"

"Yes, Jack?"

"Can I kiss you?" David didn't bother answering as he leaned forward. Before Jack, he was never spontaneous or confident. The boy changed him. He was the best guy Davey's ever known. Turns out he's also the best kisser too. He approaches kissing like he does the rest of his life. Passionate and without holding back. David may have started it, but Jack led it. Eventually though, they had to pull away to breathe.

"That was... wow." David murmured, pulling away from Jack.

"Wow, huh?" Jack had a cocky look on his face, but his eyes betrayed him. They were as soft as Davey imagined his own were.

"Shut up and kiss me, Cowboy."

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Hired guns surround my town & Careful not to say too much (or look straight at the light)

I have not one but two new fics! The first one is from David's perspective and the second is from Jack's perspective and they are basically a retread of the post-rally part of 92sies (plus bonus scenes)!

I've had a lot of writing energy recently so I might even end up with a third fic to post today (famous last words). Happy Valentine's day!

[no-i-wanna-go-down]

The desperate search for good, finished Newsies fics that aren’t modern aus or just aus in general because MY GOD there’s so many :( no hate to anybody who writes modern aus it’s just that part of the charm of Newsies for me is the time period if that makes any sense actually at all

Anyways if anybody has fic recommendations that take place in the canon time period please gimme. Preferably a decent mix of angst and fluff, just all around good fics :)

[more-sonorous]

gay gay homosexual gay

(aka— Jack Kelly is in love with his best friend and in denial about it)

((aka next chapter of I’ll paint you is currently in the works))

[mushiimune]

“I could name a thing or two that doesn’t do you any favors,” says David.

“Oh, yeah? Go on, then.”

David shakes his head. “You’re not gonna listen to me anyway. What’s the point of giving you good, honest advice if you’re not going to take it?”

“If that’s really what you thought, Dave, you’d never speak a word to me again.”

David rolls his eyes, unable to bite back a smile.

“If you REALLY want to know, I think you could dress a little more according to the temperature.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” Jack’s brow creases and he looks down at himself.

“Nothing,” David corrects quickly. “It’s just… here, stop for a second.”