#davey x crutchie

[military-newsboys]

Albert: ‘They’ll never find the body’ is such a boring threat, a better threat would be ‘they’ll never stop finding the body’

Crutchie, bored: Or just say ‘they’ll be finding parts of you for at least 4 months, and you’ll still be alive for 3 of them’

Race: Now that’s a threat!

Davey, covering Les’s ears: *horrified silence*

[reaganroo]

hi guys

i was told to put my au here so

tell me if you want more because i have some locked and loaded

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[bwaybby09]

During a Tornado Warning:

Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?

Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!

Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.

Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.

Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.

Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.

Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.

Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?

Jack: I don’t know…

Spot: That’s what I thought.

Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.

Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.

*bonus*

Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!

(Race grabs onto Spot)

Spot: Oh, get off me! No!

Race: Hold on to me!

Spot: Get off me!

Race: I am saving your life!

Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

JAVEY HEADCANNONS

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pre-relationship:

literally obsessed with each other.

like, Davey can’t shut up about Jack to Les

and Les is js like “okay? 🤨”

and Jack can’t stop drawing at Davey.

it gives him an excuse to stare at him.

he tells everyone that Davey is just fun to draw.

and then everyone’s looking at him like “sure buddy, suuureeeee”

a lot of ‘accidental’ hand brushes.

and other acts of ‘accidental affection’ like shoulder brushes and thighs touching when they sit next to each other.

Davey was the first person Jack cried in front of (other than Crutchie, of course)

Crutchie, Race, and Albert have a bet going over who’s gonna confess to who.

“Racer- psst- Race!” “what?” “twenty bucks says Jack confesses to Davey.” “you’re on!”

every single one of the newsies understood what was going on between them before they did.

Crutchie was their biggest shipper.

overall it’s a lot of them being blushing, oblivious, idiots.

confession:

I feel like it could go one of two ways.

option 1: Jack plans a romantic confession on the rooftop and gives Davey a whole romantic speech before saying, “so, what do ya say, Dave?” and kissing him.

ORRRR

option 2: Davey sees Jack’s collection of drawings of him while he and Jack are on the rooftop.

and Davey’s like “so… what are these?”

and Jack gets all blushy and starts stuttering like “I-I- well… uhm… so, ya see… y’know… uhm….”

then Davey just grabs his collar and kisses him.

anyways, choose whichever one you like better.

when Jack tells Crutchie, he either goes “oh, hell yes! RACER!! YOU OWE ME TWENTY!!” or “GODDAMNIT!! YOU COULDN’T’VE JUST PLUCKED UP THE CORAGE TO DO IT YOURSELF!? DAMNIT, JACK! I’M DOWN TWENTY DOLLARS!”

either way, he’s super happy for them.

post-confession (boyfriends):

tried to hide it from the newsies at first cause they were scared they wouldn’t be supportive.

then, one day Race found them kissing and was kinda just like 😐 before yelling for the other newsies. (I might write this as a oneshot)

obviously all of them are supportive.

even the Delancey’s were when they found out.

they’d tease the fuck out of them but not in a homophobic way, just a more light hearted way.

Jack always has his arm around Davey’s shoulders/waist when they’re walking.

pulled Davey down to kiss him by the tie one time and Davey couldn’t stop blushing.

sometimes Jack stands on boxes/stairs or sits on a bunk when him and Davey kiss cause he likes to feel taller.

Davey always makes sure that Jack is fed.

even if it means he gives up his food for him.

like, Ethster packs lunches for Davey and Les.

but most of the time Davey just gives his to Jack to make sure he gets at least one good meal.

Davey always lies about eating a lot at breakfast so Jack won’t feel bad.

Davey holds Jack against his chest when they cuddle.

if they’re spooning, they argue over who’s the small spoon.

Jack wins most of the time.

Jack likes to kiss Davey’s nose, cheek, or forehead in public, but kisses on the lips are only in private.

Davey reads out loud to Jack while Jack draws.

Jack’s love language is definitely physical affection or words of affirmation and Davey’s is quality time followed closely by physical affection.

they’re incredibly domestic.

Crutchie will make gagging sounds whenever they’re being really coupley.

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in conclusion: Jack and Davey are perfect and if anyone disagrees they can fuck right off my page. ❤️❤️❤️

[newsiesficchallenges]

Day Three of Crutchie Supremacy!

Happy Day Three! We are celebrating today with an incorrect quotes!

davey, sprinting into the room: CRUTCHIE CRUTCHIE

crutchie, nearly falling off of his bed in surprise: WHAT

davey, stopping right in front of him: JACK LIKES ME BACK. HE LIKES LIKES ME TOO

crutchie:

crutchie, over this shit: you come into MY room, screaming at ME, for THIS BULLSHIT. ARE YOU STUPID, MAN? WE ALREADY KNEW THAT. I TOLD YOU THAT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU-

[inkwell-illustrations]

Jack: *drunk* If you water water, it grows.  Davey: ...What.   Crutchie: He’s got a point

[knockoff-conlon]

80's newsies!!

and it's your typical shitty coming of age story. it follows jack and his group of friends (race, albert, crutchie, finch, tommy boy, and katherine) in high school. they get a new kid at their school and race immediately asks him to go to the arcade with their friend group. race introduces him to everyone.

davey meets jack. is a little enamored by him. tries to hide it because being gay in the 80s in high school was interesting. jack doesn't understand that he's allowed to be gay/bi and doesn't realize that's what he feels for davey. they fall in love through the course of the story. but they have a huge falling out when davey kisses him for the first time cause jack freaks the fuck out and shoves him away, yelling that's he's not a fag. they get back together though after race punches jack in the face and makes him go after davey again. then they're gay together.

race meanwhile meets a jock, spot, who looks all bitchy and mean but is really nice and doesn't mind the fact that race shoves a camera in everyone's face, no matter who they are. race hangs out with spot a lot and learns all about him and his life. race will sometimes blow off his friends to go to spot's house. they fall in love too but they only get together at the very end when race invites spot to his and his friends' grad party they're holding for themselves. they kiss there and the story is pretty much over at that point.

albert is already with finch at the beginning of the story. that's a large part of the reason jack realizes he's gay. they're publicly out at school and albert has multiple times beat the shit out of people for going after him or finch.

katherine is a year older than everyone and already in uni. she gets an open ending. she moves in with sarah as friends for her second year of university and sarah's third. they have lots of tension but they don't get together during the course of the story itself.

crutchie stays the ho we all know bro is and he goes to uni as a fuck boy. he's very respectful toward women, he just likes sex. (get it crutchie, living his best life out there, isn't he???)

tommy boy moves away for university at the end and gives crutchie a little kiss on the cheek as he leaves. crutchie has a gay awakening but he does not in fact make a move on tommy boy before the story ends.

[gaydenjiirl]

Personal Newsie Headcannon

Davey is so adamant on getting Crutchie back because he knows he’s something super important to Jack. Davey was already head over heels for Jack while for Jack (as he sings “Someone Like You”) realizes that Davey is someone who he wants to be with.

That’s also why I think Jack mentions how much more smart David is while talking to Katherine. I heavily believe that Jack and David fell in love during the show.

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Jack: I'm so tired. I can't do this. 

Crutchie: Quick, get the emergency supply!

Race: *drags Davey in and pushes him infront of Jack*

Davey: *smiles*

Jack: AND I AM BACK, BABY, LET'S GOOOO

[newsiesautismfrfr]

I’m slowly becoming a spot conlon x davey supporter

The more I think about it the more I’m like ‘hmmmm…it’s kinda cute…’ ya know what I mean?? I dunno, comment your spot x David stuff below to convert me /hj

[dragonflydrivein]

For all my newsies fans who just want Jack to leave Katherine for David, here you go. I promise it’s fun. We can all be delulu together. And there’s a Spot and Race moment. Plus, if you’re a swiftie, every chapter is based on a different Taylor Swift lyric, so that’s a thing. But y’all should give it a chance. Please I beg of you.

Currently 21 chapters out of 24. Like a little under 60,000 words at the moment? Something like that idk.

[military-newsboys]

Air horn sound Second air horn sound Sleep deprived Jack: This isn’t deodorant.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

how to get better at acknowledge and being okay with saying you’re disabled via projection, a guide by me

[newsies-are-the-new-best-thing]

A pair of shears, a gift of life

Part 1 of my trans Davey series, 'my courage, found'

Next >

Dedicated to @orcaofmyheart99 thanks for getting me into newsies ☺️

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This is bad. Very bad. Hair lays scattered around Davey’s feet, long, dark, locks strewn on the dirty wooden planks. Davey’s heart beats loudly inside, an overwhelming pounding that drowns out the sound of the evening crowd rushing around. It’s dark in the cramped room Davey’s in, a small oil lamp casting a warm glow, enough for Davey to see a reflection in the small mirror. Davey swallows down the hysterical laugh that threatens to spill out, shaking hands grip the cold sewing shears, reaching up and snipping off another long strand of hair. An excitement that Davey has never felt before begins to stir inside, mixing with the lingering fear, growing with each cut. Davey finishes cropping the hair, short, shorter than it’s ever been, a few inches at most, roughly shaped into some sort of style, it doesn’t matter if it’s a mess, to Davey it’s perfect.

Looking up into the mirror Davey stares and it’s as if Davey’s underwater. Everything except the reflection in the mirror, is worlds away. Every noise except the hammering heartbeats and shallow, panicked breathing, fades. Carefully Davey reaches up and runs a hand through the hair. A smile creeps onto the reflection and the excitement, joy, the indescribable feeling that convinced Davey to partake in such an act bubbles up and overflows. So, the grin grows, giggles nearly jumping out, and Davey pushes the other hand through the hair, again and again. Each time the joy gets so much larger, spilling out in dizzying breaths as Davey frantically rakes through the hair. With a deep breath Davey looks directly into the mirror and whispers the words that have been locked inside.

“Hello, I’m David” He murmurs quietly “I am a man. I am a brother, a son.” His heartbeats wildly and he continues.

“Hello, this is David, he’s my friend, this is his sister and his brother. He lives with his parents and goes to school.” His grin has morphed into something near crazy and he lets loose a muffled giggle. The excitement inside is full force and he turns to the other items he gathered, held in a tight bundle of fabric. Unwrapping the contents with shaky hands, he carefully lays out each item, hands catching on the thick wool of the vest and smooth satin tie. Hastily Davey pulls off the skirts and shirt he was wearing, undoing the corset he so violently hated and reached for the shears once again. A quick idea spurring him to slice through his underskirt, thin fabric pooling into long ribbons which he wound tightly around his chest. He takes a sharp breath in when he glances in the mirror, hand jumping to his chest which is now flattened near completely. Heartbeat speeding up, he turns and pulls on the clothes, relieved that the boots he normally wore don’t standout against his outfit. Shoving the cap, he swiped from his father, onto his head he turns to the mirror and chokes back the lump in his throat. A pain sweet and aching fills his heart, and he quickly wipes the tears that have gathered in his eyes. Shoving the cut hair, shears, and his old clothes into the fabric, he bundles it together and stashes it inside a dresser drawer.

His heart is soaring as he climbs down the fire escape, finally grateful for his room having an easy access outside. He finds himself wandering down the street like a newborn foal. His limbs feel awkward and heavy, and he trips a few times before he turns and leans on the side of a building, catching his breath and mind. The night air has settled in around the city, stagnant and heavy, holding a heady sort of promise. People stroll up and down the street, talking loudly amongst themselves, rushing around in their own world. The excitement that had fueled him so far seems to have faded into a swirl of worry and Davey tries to rally himself. No one knows what he is, no one can tell. He looks like a boy, short hair and dressed as one. As long as he doesn’t speak, he’ll be fine, he will get to live the life he’s always wanted, even if only for this evening. So, he squares his shoulders and sets his jaw, imitating the other men that are milling around and prances out into the world as his true self.

Davey tries not to spend too much time in the same area he lives, paranoia eating at him as he hurries toward the bowery. His heartbeat is still frantic and his breathes still too shallow, but he feels lighter once he is far enough away. Everything is still busy, if not more so, and Davey finds himself wandering into a theater, intrigued by the lit sign above signaling that there was a free show being held tonight. Entering the theater turns out to get him into some sort of trouble as he is gruffly steered toward backstage the moment an old, balding man spies him. He thinks about protesting but snaps his mouth shut once he remembers the sound of his voice, reluctantly letting the man push him into a large back room. When he looks around, he sees that it’s full of different set pieces and theater props, paint cans are haphazardly stacked in the corners, and most surprisingly that the room is occupied. A few boys around his age are sitting grouped around a large canvas talking while another boy paints.

“Reminds ‘em ta enter through da alley, Jack. We don’t needa infestation a’ newsies in the theater” The man grunts out and then somehow disappears. Before Davey can even begin to try and escape, the boys look over and see him.

“He ain’t a newsie” One of the boys says around a cigar, that oddly looks unlit.

“Yeah, who’se the hell are yea?” Another one asks.

Davey’s heart is beating much too fast, and he swallows down the shaky fear that’s starting to grow. He can figure a way out of this, he has to. So, he pulls himself up and stares directly at them, unafraid, unyielding, and gestures to his mouth in an attempt to show he can’t speak.

“Can you’se speak?” The painter questions. Davey shakes his head.

“Well, how’s the hells are we ‘sposed ta figa out who’se ya is?”

“Race shuddup!” the boy on the ground whispers harshly to the one with the cigar, Race. The painter steps around the others and approaches Davey where he is still standing, awkwardly.

“Sorry ‘bouts that guy, he can’t see nothin’ well and us newsies always endup meetin’ here. I’m Jack, that there is Crutchie” the blond boy gins and waves “an’ Race.” The other boy gestures a greeting with his cigar and sticks it back in his mouth.

Jack reaches out his hand and Davey takes it. His heart is tripping over itself, but a small sliver of satisfaction curls up inside when he shakes Jack’s hand as if he has been doing so his whole life.

“You’se welcome ‘ta stay with us, I’m just abouts to finish up the scene” Jack says gesturing toward the others and Davey feels himself nod before he can realize what he just agreed to.

“Are’s ya from the Bowery?” Crutchie asks when Davey settles himself on the cloth next to the other boys. He shakes his head. Jack has gone back to painting, but Davey can feel him stealing glances every so often.

“Whaddabouts Brooklyn?” says Race. Davey shakes his head again.

“Race here ‘ll do anythin’ ta go ta Brooklyn, won’t he Jack?” Davey sees Jack grin.

“How’s that goin’ for you’se, Race? Have ya heard back from Spot yet?” Jack inquires, Davey can feel a smile starting to grow on his own face and he looks at Race.

“Shuddup Jack! It ain’t like that, he’s gots his own life, unlike you’se” Race exclaims loudly, Crutchie and Jack laugh and Davey relaxes into the teasing, enjoying the casual, brotherly way they were treating each other.

“Ohs c’mon. You says it ain’t like that but who’se spents alls last Sataday with Spot instead a’ sellin’ papes?” Crutchie pesters and Race blushes and ducks his head, scowling around his cigar. Davey looks up and catches Jack looking at him. Jack grins and gestures in a way to imply something very lewd and Davey blushes and must force himself not to actually laugh at the action.

“I was sellin’ with Spot” comes Race’s meek reply

“Oh, so’s he lets you’se sell there but no one else?” Jack asks. Race gives up on his friends and turns to face Davey, ignoring the other boys’ laughter.

“Can you’se spell with ya fingers? I knows a bit but nothin’ good” he asks. Davey shakes his head, feeling a bit bad for lying about being mute but this evening is going so much better than he would have ever thought possible, so he bites his tongue.

“How’se come? Are you’se able to speak an’ just won’t?” Davey nods at that, twisting slightly to undo the pressure on his chest.

“Aw mans, I’d love ta here ‘bouts who you’se is” Jack says sitting down next to Davey, having finished whatever he was painting.

“It’s fine if ya don’t wanna, we don’ts care too much” Crutchie assures him. Davey shakes his head, and they leave it at that.

And so, for that evening Davey lets his whole life and other identity fade away. He grins wildly at the boys’ banter and teasing, letting himself be jostled and good-naturedly slapped. Finds himself playing some sort of game with the others that involves hand smacking and bets. The earlier excitement, the one that began with cutting his hair, wholly returns as he finds himself being backed by both Jack and Race when he attempts to play against Crutchie. And his heart leaps when he wins and they throw their arms around him, cheering and laughing as they parade him around the room. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and more.

Eventually he waves goodbye after being told that he can find the others there every Thursday, and he makes his way back home. Cursing how late it is, he carefully climbs back up the fire escape and rolls himself into bed, smile firmly affixed to his face. With a sigh he undresses and unbinds himself, fear rolling back into his gut, mixing with the happiness he’s feeling. He runs his hand through his hair, the thing that started this whole adventure, something he had wanted to cut, to change, for so long until he had finally broken and gave in. Wanting to be a boy at least for just one night, to live the world as one for just a moment, had lived in Davey’s mind for so long. And for so long he had run his mind around, wondering what name he would use and what he would look like. Nothing he imagined came close to tonight and dread sinks deep, deep, into his bones at the thought of returning to his old life.

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as potential song titles part two (the sequel nobody asked for)

[newsiesficchallenges]

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