#Newsies One Shot

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

My Girl- Davey Jacobs

Pairing: Davey Jacobs x Reader

Characters: Davey Jacobs

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 675

Author: Charlotte

Meeting the parents seemed to be an important step in most people’s relationships but it was one that sent shudders of fear to your core. You had faced far more typically scary things but meeting Davey’s parents seemed to be the one thing that could practically bring you to tears. You understood why he wanted to introduce you to them but he could never understand why you feared the concept so much.

“I can’t,” you stated.

“They will love you,” he beamed, taking your hands within his.

You shook your head. “They ain’t gonna love me, Davey. I ain’t like you. They ain’t gonna want someone like me with you.”

He paused for a moment, not sue what you were talking about. He loved you and so did Les, so why wouldn’t his parents feel the same way about you?

“I’ve told them so much about you, they want to meet you,” he said, trying to reassure you.

“What’s you told them? I bet you didn’t mention I sleep with the rats, or ain’t seen my folks since I was Les’ age. Or hows about that I ain’t set foot in a school? They wants you to find a girl that can buy pretty dresses and talks all smart. That ain’t me.”

It had been something on your mind for so long. You had fallen for Davey as soon as you saw him but that didn’t mean you didn’t question how long this whole thing could last.

“You are smart Y/N, school doesn’t matter, and you know it. You are one of the smartest people I know.”

“Davey,” you sighed. “Think for a sec, hows long you gonna keep this up? Your dad will be back at work soon, then what? Yous ain’t gonna hang around if you don’t gotta. You don’t gotta sell papes and yous go back to school, then I’m just the newsie you once pitied. Hows we gonna last? You gonna be at your fancy school and I’m still here, selling papes for pennies and tryna not go to the refuge.”

For the first time you saw pain on Davey’s face. It hadn’t been something he had considered before. At first all he could think of was getting back into school and his life going back to normal but then he got to know you and the other newsies and the idea of not being part of your world disappeared from his mind and he hadn’t looked back.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “But I don’t know if the strike is going to work; I don’t know if I’m going to make enough money selling papers to keep our house; I don’t know a lot of things but that’s doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep trying. It’s scary and we might both be here now but we have come from very different places but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and as long as I love you then I don’t care what anyone thinks, not even my parents.”

A weak smile curled onto your lips. “You love me?”

Davey’s cheeks flushed red as he realised what he said. He had known that he loved you for a long time, but he had never thought that he could admit that to you.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“I loves you too,” you smiled. “You really want to introduce me to your folks? I ain’t the kinda girl that boys want to introduce as theirs.”

Davey squeezed your hands tightly, raising them to press his lips to the reverse of them.

“You are the only girl I want to introduce to people as mine. I hope you will be the only girl that’s mine,” he said softly. “That’s if you want to keep on being my girl.”

You nodded your head. “I’ll always be ya girl, even if the dinner with ya folks goes badly.”

His expression instantly perked up. “So, you’ll come to the dinner.”

“If it’s what will make ya happy, then it’ll make me happy.”

[livesincerely]

Jack’s hauling all six feet of Davey’s deadweight back to his car, trying to shove his lanky, drunken, noodle limbs into the passenger seat—Jesus Christ, he really is all leg, ain’t he?—when Davey kisses him.

Jack freezes. Goes perfectly still, frozen in place, as panic pierces his chest like a shot to the heart.

Because Davey is drunk, drunker than drunk, really, his mouth warm and soft and a little sloppy against his own. He tastes like salt and tequila and that last round of fireball shots Racetrack ordered for the table, tastes like everything Jack’s ever wanted and nothing he’s allowed to have.

Davey makes soft, unhappy noise in the back of his throat, then loops clumsy arms around Jack’s neck and tugs him closer: stubborn, insistent, and drunk, so fucking drunk, because Jack knows better than to think he’d ever do this sober.

But he smells so good—like coconut conditioner and the fancy fabric softener he insists on and Davey—and he fits so perfectly in Jack’s arms and he’s kissing Jack like he wants him. Right here in the parking lot, half in and half out of the passenger seat of Jack’s car, with nothing but the buzzing street lamps overhead to notice Jack’s heart cracking into tiny little pieces.

Davey sighs against his lips, his fingers curling gently around the nape of his neck, and Jack knows.

Knows he shouldn’t. Knows it’s a mistake. Knows that Davey—clever, gorgeous, wonderful Davey—won’t remember this in the morning, and Jack will never, not ever forget.

But he’s only human. He’s just a man, hopelessly in love with his best friend.

And for just a moment, he kisses him back.

00000

Jack forces himself to pull away. Davey looks up at him with big, blue pleading eyes, his mouth wet and red and perfect, his cheeks pink from the rasp of Jack’s stubble.

“Why’d you stop?” Davey mumbles, a swirly curl of hair falling over his forehead. Jack’s heart skips in his chest. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“Dave, I—“ What can he say? What can he possibly say?

He needs to apologize, needs to beg for forgiveness because Davey might be drunk off his ass but Jack absolutely is not, had a half a beer and a single shot, so there’s no excuse to fall back on. There’s no excuse for this.

Davey pats him on the shoulder with all the coordination of a wet mop head.

“‘S okay,” he says. “I don’t want to kiss you either.”

Jack’s pretty sure a baseball bat to the back of the head would hurt less.

He wants to stumble away as quickly as he can, wants to see if Kath and Sarah are still out front waiting for their Uber and if they’d take Davey home instead if he asked really, really nicely and walked away before they could ask him any questions.

Instead he sucks in a steadying breath. Carefully reaches around Davey to buckle in his seatbelt.

“There’s this guy,” Davey says, hushed like he’s sharing a secret. “I wanna kiss him all— all the time. He’s handsome and funny and way smarter than he gives himself credit for and— and he’s just the best, you know?”

Jack does not know. Jack would rather be force-fed his own liver than know any of this.

He starts manually lifting Davey’s legs into the footwells. Tucks his feet in so they don’t block the car door.

“His name’s Jack.”

Jack stops. Wonders, for just a second, if maybe someone did hit him over the head, actually, because—

Because the last ten minutes have been a fucking rollercoaster and he might have the world’s first genuine case of emotional whiplash, but—

His name is Jack.

His name is Jack, right?

[piedoesnotequalpi]

Race likes knitting sweaters but hates knitting sleeves so Spot's wardrobe ends up being like 50% hand-knitted tank tops

[loving-jack-kelly]

esther jacobs is the number one javid fan she's been trying to set jack and davey up since day one. look at this nice boy david bring him home for dinner. invite him to stay. forever.

[unofficially-racetrack]

@ethereal-bumble-bee has inspired me.

But like I’m questioning.

Should I post one-shots I come up with?

Someone help.

Seize the day just ended and Santa Fe started, this isn’t good.

It’s motivating me.

SOMEONE TELL ME IF I SHOULD WRITE THEM 😭😭

[frogmanfae]

Why are there FORTY-NINE FICS with Buttons / Elmer out of NINE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN with the word "newsies" in ANY FIELD on AO3

[galavant-song-tournament]

Bonus poll!

[ericityyy]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

Requests are allowed, choosing to stay anonymous is also allowed (although, it is your choice)

Do not be disrespectful, and always be patient

Fluff and Angst are accepted

Smut is not accepted (I am not comfortable with writing them so please do understand)

Also, please respect if I do not accept your request (but with good reason) or if I don’t write your request at a certain time. I am a busy person and sometimes do not have the motivation to update so just be patient.

wattpad // taglist

➻ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙤𝙣

requests: closed (temporarily)

➻ 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙮 & 𝙋𝙞𝙭𝙖𝙧

requests: closed (temporarily)

➻ 𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙨

requests: closed (temporarily)

➻ 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙖

requests: closed (temporarily)

➻ 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

requests: closed (temporarily)

➻ 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙤𝙪𝙨

requests: closed (temporarily)

𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 (masterlists can still be added)

[jackmkelly]

broadway flea this weekend. sunset boulevard rehearsing in shubert alley. manifesting a giuseppe and pierre sighting for my sake.

[kellyscowboy]

some hcs for wild westsies (the newsies wild west au that i'm writing a oneshot for & MIGHT write a fanfic for):

david & jack are both very feared cowboys

deadwood david

people are more scared of david than they are of jack

spot conlon owns a saloon (spot's shootin' saddle saloon)

racetrack is a saloon girl

albert is a story teller & plays guitar (he sits in the corner and just strums random notes unless someone asks him to play a specific song or tells a story)

jack is more or less friends with everyone in town, but they have a healthy fear of him

but david is only 'friends' with spot, everyone else would rather die than even look at him

sheriff crutchie, but he doesn't really want the job

so when the opportunity shows itself, he gives up the title of sheriff super quick & goes to play the piano at spot's saloon

katherine & elmer both teach at the school, elmer works w/ the younger kids & kath with the older kids

all of them were raised in santa fe, minus david who's from deadwood, south dakota

so more or less they're all good friends

finch is a ranch worker

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

guys dose anyone have a pictures of the newsies being gay

like pictures of the couples standing by one another

[roseofsherwood]

“The Jacobs & The Coronas”

CW: Minors smoking and gambling

Racetrack Higgins sat on the steps of the newsboys boarding house fiddling with his hand of cards. He glanced up at the new newsie he had roped into playing with him. This kid was probably 12 and had a look of concentration plastered on his face as he stared at his cards. But Race knew no matter how hard this kid tried, Race was about to win a cent at the end of this game. Racetrack took off his cap, fanning himself a bit. Even though the sun was disappearing behind the giant buildings, the night brought no relief from the unending heat and the smells that lingered in that heavy New York air. At this particular moment he could pick out the smells of fish, sweat, rotting food, refuse, and…smoke.

A smoke. That’s what he wish he had right now.

He’d been out of anything he could smoke for 2 days, and about the only thing that was keeping him in a good mood at the moment was watching this kid about to lay down a card (specifically a stupid choice of a card), which would secure his victory. But just before the kid had laid that card onto the stone steps, Race heard a voice shout his name from behind him.

At this startling sound, the little newsie up and bolted into the boarding house, his hand of cards fluttering through the air before landing back on the ground. Race sighed and rolled his eyes before he began to gather the cards that were now tossed across the steps.

“Well hello to you too, Davey.” He said, not even looking up.

“Racetrack! I cannot believe you gave my little brother a cigar!”

Race laughed, pausing his card pickup just long enough to look up and see the panic in David’s face. “Do what now?”

“This isn’t funny, Race! My folks are gonna kill me if they find out!”

“I didn’t give Les nothin’!” Race shoved all the cards in his pocket, before throwing up his hands in surrender, “Honest!”

“Oh yeah? Well I just found him smoking…this!” David pulled a half smoked Corona out of the pocket of his well pressed shirt.

Race jumped to his feet, snatching the cigar from Davey’s hand. “That crafty little thief!” He remarked, not yet sure if he was more angry or proud of the kid.

“Excuse me?” David snapped.

“Oh, calm down, Dave. He’ll be fine! I was smokin’ long before I was the kid’s age.”

“Well, that’s great,” mumbled David as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Race turned his attention fully to his cigar now, fumbling through every pocket on his body, in search of a match. After a minute of frenzied searching, David sighed loudly and pulled three matches out of his shirt pocket, extending them to Race.

Race’s eyes lit up and he grabbed the matches before David’s arm was fully outstretched. With the cigar in his mouth, he used one hand to steady himself on the railing of the steps, and the other hand to strike a match on the bottom of his worn leather boots.

And that was that. It was lit. He finally had his Corona. He took a few moments, savoring his cigar before looking up at David grinning. David sighed, apparently giving up on his normal speech about how Race shouldn’t be smoking and instead simply shook his head.

Race’s grin turned mischievous and he held out the cigar to his friend.

Davey looked at Race indignantly…then down at the cigar…then back to Race. Finally David crossed his arms and simply replied, “That’s disgusting.”

[livesincerely]

“Then tell me!” Jack shouts. “I mean, for fuck’s sake, Dave, you’re acting like I broke your heart!”

And Davey looks stricken, just cracked open, exposed, and raw.

Jack stops dead in his tracks. The frustration that had been swirling inside him these past few weeks, the churning froth that’s been pounding a relentless rhythm in his chest, flickers and dies like a candle being snuffed out. Icy cold seeps through every crack and crevice, down in his lungs and through his veins, right at the heart of him.

Silence. Gaping and vast and unfathomable. Then:

“I think you should go,” Davey whispers.

Jack’s throat clicks, the chamber jammed.

“…Dave,” he starts, hushed, hardly daring to breathe, suddenly and impossibly aware of just how fragile this space between them is. “Davey, did I break your heart?” he asks.

Davey swallows so hard it looks painful, as though there’s so much left unsaid that he’d rather choke on it then let it escape. “Please go.”

“Are you in love with me?”

“Jack,” Davey says, his voice utterly shattered. “Stop it.”

But Jack can’t. He doesn’t know how.

[we-are-inevitable]

guys ive officially broken ground on the first installment of the restaurant au fic

if you dont remember, here’s a list of everyone in the AU!

[mushiimune]

dialogue prompt: "Does it make you nervous when I stare?"

[unofficially-racetrack]

Newsies One-Shot (#1) JAVEY

“Jack come on!” Davey said excitedly pulling Jack by the arm outside into the snow. “It’s snowing!” He exclaims, jumping up and down a little. Jack nodded, taking in the beautiful view of his boyfriend in the snow. The slight light of the sun hitting him at the right angle making his brown eyes sparkle.

“Jack come on!” Davey called to him, laying down in the snow. Jack layed down two arm lengths away as Davey started moving his arms and legs in a sync pattern, Jack soon following.

They both stood, and looked at their beautiful work. It was a beautiful sight in their front yard. Jack rubbed his hands that were covered with black leather gloves together, shivering from the cold. Davey slightly smiled, before pulling Jack back inside, and setting him by the fireplace. Davey lit a match and carefully lit the burnt logs that sat inside the small concrete box.

“I’m going to make you some hot chocolate.” Davey says smiling and booping Jacks nose. Jack nodded, taking off his layers of jackets and his gloves and setting them on a chair nearby.

He watched the flames grow bigger, the sparks dancing together. Just like how he and Davey did a few months ago. When it didn’t snow. But there was a cool breeze blowing, even in July.

Jack truly did miss Crutchie, but he knew he was well off with Albert. They were perfect for each other.

Davey entered the small living room with a tray of two hot chocolates and a half-full bag of marshmallows. He carefully set the tray down next to Jack, and sat on the other side of the tray.

They watched the flames dance together, both occasionally looking out the window to see the snow falling, just like it had been thirty minutes before.