#Jack kelly fanfiction

[lovingmusicalmen]

"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...

[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

[ya-what--ya-erster]

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

[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

[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."

[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 :)

[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.”

[more-sonorous]

tipsy cuddles (sun, moon, stars)— jatherid

this is just a little piece of some seriously extensive writing I’ve done for these three— I think I’ve probably written like 10k words for them that I’ve yet to share!

they are sort of tipsy in this scene, but all of these characters are 21+ (actually close to their thirties), so the alcohol consumption is totally legal.

the characters aren’t totally wasted and the alcohol is barely mentioned in this little section, but I figured I’d leave a warning!

anyways please enjoy these few words! I don’t have anything new to post today so I figured I’d share some writing I enjoyed doing.

(for context, davey did not confess feelings for them. he just ranted about how he’s attempted dating and it just hasn’t worked for him. the end of that rant is where the scenelet starts.)

…..

“It’s not that I don’t love people. I do. I know I do. Fuck, I’m almost positive that I’m bi. And I know I want— I want to be with people. I wanna date and all of that stuff, I really do. But I think something’s wrong with me. I’m too— I’m too weird, or something.”

By that point, Davey was gesticulating wildly as he spoke, face flushed and eyes bright with passion. He’d shifted positions in his chair and was leaning towards them, one leg tucked beneath himself and the other still tossed over the armrest. She’d seen him frustrated like this on multiple occasions, with tears shimmering in his expressive eyes and movements sharp and angry, but she’d never seen him vibrating with such a mix of shame and relief before. She wanted to hug him and hide him from the world forever. She wanted to tug her hands through his hair and call him hers and tell him he’d never have to worry about assholes who didn’t listen to him again. Because she’d listen. She knew she would.

Instead she settled with something simple: “Davey, that’s ridiculous. It’s absolutely not your fault. You just haven’t found the right person yet.”

“What if there isn’t a right person?” Then he frowned, and Kath felt her heart shatter in a million different ways.

“Oh, don’t say that. I know you’re gonna find someone.” She held a hand out and after a moment, he stretched his own arm across the gap to take it.

Kath tugged until he was stumbling to his feet, and from there, she pulled him down onto the couch where she and Jack were already curled together. He fell on top of her with a soft ‘oof’, which made all three of them laugh. Davey’s weight was a welcome blanket and she threw one arm around his waist, using the other to guide his face into the curve of Jack’s neck. Davey’s shoulder had landed just beneath her chin and she pressed her nose and lips against it, breathing in the smell of his laundry detergent and the unique notes of papery books and vanilla shampoo. How anyone could take someone like Davey for granted baffled Kath. He was a wonderful human.

She watched Jack’s hand find its way to Davey’s curls and the taller boy relaxed nearly immediately, feeling almost boneless against them. After about a moment in the embrace, Jack smiled slightly and tilted his head to press against Davey’s hair. “Can I take your glasses off, Dave?”

Davey gave a grunt of affirmation, so Jack carefully extracted the glasses from their tangle of limbs and carefully set them on the coffee table. Kath couldn’t hide her pleased smile. Somehow she’d landed two of the cuddliest men she knew as her boyfriend and best friend, and she absolutely wasn’t complaining.

“You smell good, Jack.” Davey’s voice vibrated his chest, words slightly slurred (he wouldn’t have said something so honest if he was sober). Kath watched as Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Davey. You too, man.”

Davey laughed a slightly drunken giggle and one of his hands slid down to Kath’s wrist, tangling with her fingers. She immediately took his hand in hers and closed her eyes, savoring the contact.

Soon Davey’s breaths began to even out and Kath and Jack followed suit, relaxing to the tune of the soft country music playing behind them. She was actually starting to enjoy the deep, crooning voices, but she’d never tell Jack that. She’d never hear the end of it and he’d be begging to blast his country favorites every day. Lowered inhibitions led her to gently nudge Jack. “Hey, Davey likes head scratches.”

“Kath, don’t—“ David whined, but his protest shut down the moment Jack’s fingertips disappeared into his hair and dragged carefully against his scalp. He made a very un-Davey-like noise and closed his eyes, which forced Katherine to suppress a giggle.

Jack laughed softly. “I think I found your factory reset, Davey.”

“Mmph, hush.” He muttered gruffly, and the other two shared a quiet laugh, because Jack was absolutely right. “You’re just weirdly good at this.”

Jack smiled slightly and wrapped his other arm securely around Kath’s waist, sandwiched between her body and the fabric of Davey’s t-shirt. “I’m a man of many talents. Now you just shut your eyes and nap, Dave. Stop thinkin’ so hard— I can hear your brain goin’ a mile a minute.”

“Yeah.” Kath gave his hand a squeeze. “Thanks for being honest with us, by the way. About the dating stuff. I know that took a lot.”

“I… I guess I should’ve told you sooner.” He gave the smallest shrug, just barely shifting on top of her. Kath rubbed her thumb in a small circle against his palm.

“No, you were waiting until you were ready. I had no right to be offended. Let’s just— let’s just leave it be for now. I’m comfy.”

“Okay—“

He started pushing himself up out of their little pile and earned noises of protest from both Jack and Kath, who pulled him back down with whatever hold they had on him. David burst into drunken giggles, his chest shaking against Kath. She scoffed. “I said I was comfy!”

“But I’m crushing you!”

“I like being crushed. Now, shhh.”

Jack copied her shushing and once Davey’s fit of giggles died, Jack resumed his head scratches and Kath curled up between her boys, feeling more at home than she’d felt in a long time. Davey started drifting off, and he fell asleep long before Jack or Kath came close. The last movement she remembered was Jack sleepily reaching for their remote to turn off the music.

After that it was just warmth and sleep, and waking up sweaty and tangled and content in the morning with a hangover to boot.

[orangesand-lemons-234]

Albert running into his art studio wasn't something Jack expected on a random Wednesday evening, but there he was.

He had a tattered notebook in his hands, and his fingers were stained splatters of different colours with what looked to be water colour paints. His face was red and puffy, showing that he must've been crying before he'd came over.

"Al? What's wrong with ya?"

"I need you to teach me how to draw and paint... right now."

Jack snickered, only to be met with Albert's face. "Oh, you're serious?"

Albert raised an eyebrow at him. "Why wouldn't I be? I'm serious as a heart attack."

"Albert, you can't just learn how to paint overnight." He explained. "It takes years to learn- I've been doing it for ages, and I'm still learning."

"Well then, teach me the basics! Please!" Albert exclaimed. "Show me how to draw a person- it doesn't even have to be everything! Show me the easiest of the easiest skills you know!"

Jack stared at him for a moment before speaking again. "Right, Albert, where is this coming from?"

Albert huffed and slid the notebook towards Jack. "I saw you drawin' Davey, and I wanted to try it out myself and draw Race, but I couldn't- I didn't understand how to do it. Every time i did it, it just didn't look like Race."

Jack flipped through the pages and saw the countless drawings of Racetrack on each page. Some were just plain pencil doodles, while others were coloured or painted in.

They actually weren't half bad. Some were definitely a little rushed, while others looked to have genuine time put into them. But on every page, you could read Albert's aggravated annotations in the corner.

"doesn’t look like race."

"too shape-y."

"wtf am i even doing here"

"sketch looked so much better"

"too stiff"

"who even is that"

"why can't i draw my boyfriend???"

"Okay, are you stressed out over this?" Jack asked, holding the notebook up.

Albert nodded slowly, scratching at the skin around his fingernails. At this, Jack threw the book into a drawer and shut it. He got up and walked over to a shelf, pulling a plain sketchbook off of it.

"Right, c'mere." Jack said, signalling to Albert to sit on the seat at his desk. He then grabbed a stool from the corner and sat it next to him. "We're gonna forget about your other sketchbook, and we're gonna start a different one, 'kay? I got this one off of Denton a while ago, but I'monly halfway through my current one, so this can be yours."

Albert nodded again, rubbing at his eyes. Jack reached over into a small basket on the corner of the desk and pulled out a sticker. It was of Simba from the Lion King. He peeled off the back and quickly stuck it onto the front cover.

"There. Now it's really all yours. Got your favourite character and all."

This got a laugh out of Albert, which told Jack that they were free to carry on.

"So something you should know about drawing is that sometimes you just can't draw the people you love. It's odd- some sorta science behind it, I think, but I don't know the real cause." Jack explained. "For me? I think it's because you love that person so much that you don't know how to draw them in a way that does that admiration for them justice."

"But you drew Davey for his birthday?" Albert questioned.

"Albo, when's David's birthday?"

"May 18th?"

"I began plannin' that painting in December. It took me half a year to plan that and practice that and draft that properly."

"Oh."

Jack patted his shoulder and smiled a little. "You don't have to do all that, though, but I can teach you bit by bit how to get to a point where you'd maybe like to try that out?"

"Okay then." Albert smiled back. He wasn't picking at his skin now, and he looked excited to begin.

"So, first step: pick up a pencil. Seems pretty simple, but you wouldn't believe how many times I've accidentally picked up a paintbrush instead."

-

That night, Albert fell asleep the second his head reached the pillow. He'd left the sketchbook out on his bedside table, alongside his bracelet and his black stud earrings.

Race leaned over to give him a kiss before he fell asleep himself, only to notice the book, which he didn't recognise.

He picked it up and went to open it. If it's a diary or something, he'll put it right down, but he did wanna see what it might be.

On the first page, he saw a sketch of himself. There were a few notes in Jack's handwriting littering the page, but that's not what he was focused on.

He didn't care if it wasn't perfect or anything.

Albert had drawn him. And he loved it.

[youaintnothinbuta]

A jack kelly x fem! Reader hanging out with the newsies then Les randomly blurts out “their kinda like mom and dad” Jack get really embarrassed and every bursts out laughing while agreeing

“They’re kinda like mom and dad.” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: see request^^

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 375

Warnings: none!! Fluff <3

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You sat with Jack and the other newsies in your usual spot, on the rooftop of a building near the lodge. You lean back against the edge, listening to the others converse, while Jack sat beside you, holding you close, his smile lighting up his face as he jokes with the others.

“Hey, Finch, back up from the edge.” Jack calls out to him, reaching over to tap Specs to tell him to grab onto Finch’s shirt.

Les, the youngest of the newsies, pipes up from across the circle. “You know,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Jack and Y/N are kinda like mom and dad.”

There's a moment of silence as his words sink in, and then the group erupts into giggles and agreement. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you exchange a glance with Jack. Jack's expression is a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and he rubs the back of his neck as all the boys start nudging him, calling him daddy.

“Come on, Les, don't be ridiculous,” he argues, but his protest is met with more rowdiness from the Newsies.

“It’s true!” Race chimes in, grinning. "Making sure we're fed and safe, more parents than mine ever were.”

“Yeah, consider us practice until you start making your own.” Elmer added, Jack punching him lightly in the arm in response.

Jack shot you a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “They’re not wrong,” you say, your tone teasing. He playfully nudges you with his elbow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I guess,” Jack surrenders, the group continues to tease and joke, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Despite Jack's initial embarrassment, you can see the fondness in his eyes as he looks around at the ragtag family you've all become. Les and Davey had their parents to go home to, yes, but Les considered you just as much of a parental figure. He crawled over to Jack, curling up in his lap, Jack still with one arm wrapped around your waist, listening as the others continued their chatter. Jack takes your hand in his, squeezing it three times, one of the many ways he wordlessly tells you he loves you.

[local-theatre-is-best-theatre]

Yes I know I did this before, but I lost motivation for the option that won ok? I’ll try to make sure that that doesn’t happen this time

Further plot explanations:

Crutchie coming out as nonbinary-exactly what is says on the tin, Crutchie and Jack about to go to bed in the penthouse when Crutchie comes out as nonbinary to Jack, then maybe a short scene of the morning after where Crutchie comes out to all the newsies, everyone is supportive

Jack coming out as trans to Medda-again, pretty much what it says, Jack is a trans man and through either binder mishaps or him getting his period he has to tell Medda, she’s supportive

Canon era Sprace marriage-this is a fun one, Spot and Race want to get married but gay marriage is illegal so they hold a “newsie wedding” in Medda’s theatre with Katherine as the officiant and a bunch of wacky queer shit

The consequences of Pulitzer’s polycule- go to my incorrect quotes blog @faefox9s-incorrect-quotes to learn what Pulitzer’s polycule entails, basically a crack fic where Pulitzer is a trans man while all the other polycule members are cis, and whenever he has a kid he just throws it out into the world so it can become a newsie, Katherine was the exception but then she learns that she’s siblings/half siblings with a large number of the newsies and she invites them all to family dinner and it’s chaos

[somedayonbroadway]

The Annual Christmas Party 2024

Halloween Last Year

Last Year

Halloween

Jack Kelly - The Abominable Snowman

Jack is trying to get past the last party he threw. He debated whether or not to even throw this party, because of how the last has ended. But he does, to try to prove he’s fine. He dresses up as the Abominable Snowman, wearing all white, a furry white coat with matching boots and white antlers with icicles hanging from them. He uses makeup to make his skin look frost bitten. He decorated his apartment as a sort of snowy cave and all the cocktails are frosty and blue and full of a lot of alcohol. He ends up actually having fun and David and him end up pulling an all nighter in his bed, doing everything but sleeping.

Year Previous: Santa Claus

David Jacobs - A Christmas Angel

David fears Jack is angry with him and asks Race for help in a costume because he wants to have a serious talk with Jack tonight about having a long term, serious relationship. Race makes him into a Christmas Angel, letting David wear a lot of his own jewelry, all white, with large wings and feathers glued to him. David pulls Jack aside at the party to talk to him, starting to apologize and they just end up making out in the kitchen for most of the night. David invites Jack to Hanukkah with his family. Sarah approves.

Year Previous: Conductor of the Polar Express

Racetrack Higgins - A Slutty Christmas Present

Race is the first person to show up at his brother’s apartment in almost no clothing, much to Jack’s horror. Race is dressed as a Christmas gift for Spot, using mostly Christmas ribbon to conceal himself. He’s only wearing a tight pair of boxers. He’s crafted a crown of gift wrapping bows and uses wrapping paper and ribbon to wrap around his nipples and thighs, as well as his hips and over his boxers to make it look like he’s truly wearing nothing. Jack and him get into a heated argument over Race’s costume choice and Jack tries to force him to wear one of his own old costumes. Race refuses and Spot gives Race his jacket to try to cover him up. Jack is not happy about it.

Year Previous: Cousin Eddie

Spot Conlon - John McClane

True to the last few years, Spot is good old John. It is the only costume he ever wears to this party and he’s not about to change that now. He ends up asking Jack if he can ask Race to marry him.

Year Previous: John McClane

Crutchie Morris - Tally the Elf

Crutchie is the newest Christmas sensation, Tally. He is a bit anxious to be around everyone because of the tension going on, but is ultimately able to have a good time and is everyone’s favorite bartender this year.

Year Previous: Hermey the Elf

Katherine Plumber - Harry

Katherine goes with Sarah as the Wet Bandits. She is Harry. She and Jack talk and make up and Katherine tells Jack that he needs to accept that he loves David and get over his fear of commitment fast.

Year Previous: Heat Miser

Sarah Jacobs - Marv

Sarah is Marv and she is here to have a good time. She get wildly drunk and then tells Katherine to put a baby in her.

Year Previous: Snow Miser

Albert DaSilva - An Eloise Christmas

Albert is an Eloise Christmas, everything is pink. His gifts, his outfit, everything, and he confesses his love for his new coworker, Finch.

Year Previous: Christmas Tree

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has anyone written cowboy jack kelly. like rodeo barrel racing jack kelly. because i just really need to read that