#jack kelly hcs

[youaintnothinbuta]

“I saw you up there, Romeo.” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: Drabble where Jack finally makes his (subtle) move on you after he’s been pining for ages in secret. He does it at Medda’s performance at the theatre, leaving you to go home smiling to yourself with excitement.

Pairing: jack kelly x reader

Word count: 614

Warnings: none!! Fluffy jack <3

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You and some of the newsies had gathered to head to theatre, Medda being kind enough to offer you any seats that weren’t sold scattered throughout the place. In the midst of Medda's performance, you caught Jack's eye. He winked at you, his mischievous grin suggesting that he had something up his sleeve. Just as you were about to mouth a questioning “What?” he subtly motioned for you to follow him.

Curiosity piqued, you exchanged a glance with Spot, who raised an eyebrow in mild amusement. With a nod, he silently encouraged you to see what Jack was up to.

Jack led you to a small side door that opened to a hidden balcony overlooking the theatre. The view was breathtaking—Medda's performance was visible from a unique vantage point, and the music filled the air in a way that felt more intimate.

"Thought you might like this," Jack said with a grin, leaning against the balcony railing. You gazed out at the stage, the beauty of the moment leaving you speechless.

"Thanks, Jack," you finally whispered, your voice tinged with genuine appreciation.

"Anytime, Y/N," he replied with a shrug, a soft smile playing on his lips.

As you watched Medda’s performance, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Jack sitting beside you. It wasn’t often, in fact, it was never, that you got any alone time with him, despite having a small under-the-radar crush on him.

The way his eyes twinkled with mischief, the warmth of his presence beside you—it all filled you with a sense of comfort and thrill. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, your knee brushed against his, a gentle gesture that seemed to convey more than words ever could. You felt your heart flutter as Jack’s knee responded in kind, pressing it purposely next to yours.

Encouraged by the subtle connection, your hands began to inch closer together. With each minute that passed, Jack’s pinky finally found its way over yours, intertwining in a silent promise of solidarity and support.

As the show progressed, you found yourselves sitting closer and closer together, the space between you shrinking until it was almost nonexistent. Jack’s arm draped casually around your shoulders, pulling you close as if to shield you from the outside world.

After the final curtain call, you and Jack exchanged a knowing glance before slipping away from the balcony and back to the others. Making up an excuse, you gave him a hug goodbye, neither of you acknowledging the recent developments that had occurred.

After you left, Jack quickly snuck backstage, Medda arching an eyebrow at Jack’s return. “I saw you up there, Romeo,” she said with a knowing smirk. “Congratulations, you finally made you move.”

Jack chuckled, his grin widening as he met her gaze. “We were just enjoying the show,” he replied nonchalantly, though the glimmer in his eyes betrayed him.

A knowing smile tugged at the corners of Medda’s lips as she studied him. “You’re a good kid, Jack,” she remarked, her tone softened by genuine fondness. “But I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t go causing a trouble, okay?”

Jack chuckled, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Who, me? Trouble? Never,” he replied with mock innocence, earning a playful swat from Medda.

“Uh-huh, sure,” she teased, though there was warmth in her laughter. “Now, run along before someone catches you sneaking around backstage. “And hey,” she said, making Jack pause his steps, “You be good to her.”

With a nod and a grin, Jack tipped an imaginary hat in Medda’s direction before disappearing into the bustling corridors of the theater. As he made his way back out into the night, a sense of contentment washed over him. Back at the lodging house, you were helping the younger girls get to bed, brushing hair, fixing sheets, the usual. Jack, on the way to his room, quickly poked his head around the corner. You looked up, your cheeks turning pink.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He spoke, his cheeky grin making an appearance.

“Goodnight, Jack.” You replied, your fingers busy braiding the youngest girl Lacey’s hair.

“Night girls,” he added, tapping the doorframe and walking away, earning a chorus of mini voices saying “night Jack” in response. He couldn’t stop smiling until well into his sleep that night, much the same as you.

Guys ending fanfics is so hard for me it’s like do I write 2000 more words or cut it off here :/

[skyblue-ringpops]

My Modern Jack Kelly HCs!

He was legally adopted by Medda.

His full name is Jack Kelly-Larkin.

He’s bisexual.

He grew up in foster care and ran away from every home he was placed in, until he moved in with Medda

He’s private about his life. He won’t talk about anything that happened prior to being adopted, he’ll only say that he practically raised himself.

He pretends to be independent, but in reality, he can’t live without his loved ones.

He’s very rebellious. He’ll go out of his way to rebel against authority.

He’s dating Katherine, which Mr. Pulitzer doesn’t approve of. Crutchie is his best friend, and they have a sibling-like bond.

He’s bored of the city, so he wants to move to Santa Fe, the most different scenery he can think of.

He isn’t popular, but compared to the rest of his friends, he is.

His mom was French, and his dad was Mexican. He’s fluent in Spanish, usually using it to insult people or when talking to himself. He speaks French as well, but doesn’t use it as often since he finds it more difficult.

He’s involved in drama club, but doesn’t go onstage. He just makes sets and props for them.

His music taste is very all over the place. He mostly listens to a mix of pop and rock, but pretty much everything his friends like, he likes too.

He collects vinyls. He’ll always have one playing, and if one gets ruined somehow, he’ll paint on it.

Always represses his emotions.

Has severe anxiety, but hides it. He usually draws or paints to help manage it.

Pinterest board (including faceclaim, clothing style, aesthetic): https://pin.it/9iXf8Fi

[nitttstdsdtoastd]

jack is the type of guy to say “gay” as a joke to classic literature when david’s reading an excerpt to him only to accidentally trigger a rant about gay subtext from david

[sntafe]

do you guys fuck with scenic and lighting designer jack kelly. like. i think he would design and paint sets. he would find it so fun to come up with insane visions for sets and find ways to execute them. he would go absolutely feral over lighting design. the color symbolism and the storytelling aspect etc. do you guys see my vision because he is living so clearly in my head.

[sinkjustlikeastone]

what if what if what if

what if (and idk much like history wise so idk if this even works but it is A Thought)

(also worth mentioning that I thought of this cause I dreamed about it-)

in 1936 the Jacobs family travels to Poland to be with family. Jack is absolutely devastated that they leave, all but Les, who stays to go to school. He refuses to return any letters from the family and just wants to forget all about them.

But he picks up a newspaper one day and reads about the war, and what’s happening to Jewish people over there, and suddenly he’s sending a letter every day, praying that by some miracle David or *someone* will answer.

He’s in the middle of writing one of these letters when there’s a knock on his door and none other than Les Jacobs stand across from him, looking like a scared cat on the street, and he just falls into Jacks arms and cries because *did you read the news today*

Headline: David Jacobs, co-leader of Newsies strike killed, along with parents and sister

Jack has never felt more torn apart.

Les moves in with him, because what is he supposed to do, leave him to fend for himself?

And Jack finds his way back to old friends who are all mourning the loss of the boy with bright blue eyes and a smart mouth.

Additionally- I want to hear from y’all if I end up writing about this I want to know what I need to do to be respectful and sensitive of this topic and everything and I want to know everything you have to say! If I’m being a dick I’m relying on y’all to call me tf out on it cause I don’t wanna be a dick

[permanentboxatsheepsheadraces]

jack kelly has claustrophobia send post

[getyourpaybackwithsomepayback]

crutchie wanted Santa Fe like Jack wanted Katherine. No I will not elaborate. (In tags yes I will)

[ill-say-anything-i-hafta]

All the shitty things Jack did to Crutchie, his best friend, his brother

-Told him to stop complaining when he wasn't even complaining

-Refused to help him when he asked for help

-Told him, without evidence, that people would treat him better if he moved somewhere else and that it would probably cure him

-Took his crutch and ran away, leaving him without a way to get around by himself

-Didn't do anything when he was getting beat up

-Called him a slur behind his back

-Quit their cause without a plan (twice)

-Decided to leave town without him instead of taking him along like he promised (also twice)

Jack is ignorant. Jack is scared. Jack has got a lot of responsibility on his shoulders. Jack is just a kid himself.

But this is a long list. And not a long play.

[i-politely-disagree]

Modern Newsies Theories Pt.3

OMG THE WINDOW

Sprace is still 17-18

Spot wasn't used to having someone care about him and he never realized how much he needed it. Some nights he'd go all dead girl walking and break Race's window lock to get in and spend time with him.

But obviously, his foster family would be concerned that he was gone most mornings so he just told them he was going to a 24-hour gym before school to help with his sports. They believed it and never woke up too early so luckily Spot's cover story stayed.

Race's mom was surprisingly chill, she understood Spot's story and why he wanted someone to hold him but the only thing she didn't understand was why he didn't use the front door. (Girl was tired of replacing the window locks every other week)

Jack....was....interesting... He wasn't a big fan of Spot and was very overprotective of the only brother he'd ever had. He'd see Spot in their kitchen in the mornings and just roll his eyes wondering why Race chose Spot Conlon. (I have a fic abt this here)

I'm so glad yall like these!!

[we-are-inevitable]

jack is the kind of guy to wake up when his alarm goes off and immediately shower, run, eat breakfast, etc. to get ready for the day bc he doesn’t really have time for anything else and it makes him feel more productive, plus he gets a good amount of sleep. he might lay in bed for a minute to wake up but then he’s on the move. davey is the kind of guy to set his alarm for an hour earlier than he needs to wake up so he can check his email and mindlessly scroll on insta/twitter/etc before having to do any sort of getting out of bed. he has to prep his brain for the daunting task of being known for the day and he needs his silly little screentime

[thecoloursoot]

When Jack's tired he acts normally but will say the stupidest shit just in a completely normal conversation. Everyone's just so used to Jack being the leader that they don't question it when he tells them to eat their papes so they can sell food.

[youaintnothinbuta]

Hi, love your writing

I would love to see more Jack Kelly images and little bulbs, fluff, smut literally anything.

Maybe one where reader and Jack just spent time cuddling in jacks penthouse, trying to hide from the other boys cus they keep tease them.

“they won't find us in here” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: you and Jack are hiding away in his room, trying to have a little cuddle, which the other boys always like to make the centre of their amusement

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 556

Warnings: none, fluff, maybe typos if so sorryyy <3

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The dingy light of the Lodging House barely reached Jack's room, casting a warm, golden glow on the worn-out furniture and scattered newspapers and clothes. You and Jack, seeking a quiet escape from the high energy of the other newsies, found solace in his bedroom. The laughter and banter of the other boys still echoed through the air, but Jack had expertly tucked the two of you away, hidden from their teasing eyes.

As you settled into the cozy space, Jack draped an extra blanket over his bed, creating a makeshift nest. The soft sounds of hushed laughter and the muffled chatter of the boys outside filtered through, creating a comforting background noise.

Jack motioned for you to join him on the bed. “They won't find us in here,” he whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but giggle, realising the absurdity of the situation. "Is this really how much effort it takes, just for us to have some cuddle time?" you teased.

Jack chuckled, a sheepish grin playing on his lips. "I wouldn’t say this is a lot of effort- they're just nosy."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you nestled into the blankets beside him. Jack pulled you into a warm embrace, the scent of newsprint and a hint of cologne enveloping you. The soft touch of Jack's fingers traced patterns on your back, a rhythmic motion that seemed to synchronise with the beat of your hearts. “This is nice,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't help but agree.

As you rested against him, the teasing banter of the boys outside became more audible. The distinctive voices of Race, Albert, and the others echoed in the hallway, their comments gradually becoming more pointed.

“Where's Jack?”

“Probably off being bottle fed!”

“Whispering sweet nothings I bet.”

“Can't believe he turns into a softie around a girl.”

Jack, his brows furrowing, shot you an apologetic look. “Sorry about them. They're relentless.”

You laughed. “Hey, I’m not the one they’re insulting. They just don't get to see this side of you often."

He smiled, the warmth in his eyes deepening. “You're right. It's our little secret.”

Jack's fingers idly played with a strand of your hair, continuing their gentle caress. The quietude of the room invited a sense of relaxation, your words slipped out almost as a murmur.

“You’re so comfy. I could just fall asleep.”

He grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You can do that, sweetheart.”

With a sigh of contentment, you allowed the gentle embrace of sleep to envelop you, feeling the rise and fall of Jack’s chest as he held you. Jack listened to the fading banter with a mix of amusement and exasperation. As the night unfolded, Jack carefully adjusted the blankets around you, ensuring your comfort. The usual mischievous glint in his eyes instead softened into a tender gaze as he watched you sleep peacefully.

The creak of the door signaled the return of the newsies, their laughter now reduced to tired murmurs. Jack, ever protective, shot a warning glance at the doorway, silently urging them to keep their distance. The boys, catching on to Jack’s mood, exchanged knowing looks and dispersed, respecting the unspoken boundary around Jack’s room. Eventually, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep too.

[jackmkelly]

i think it’s really awesome how the people jack trusts who are older than him are all women (Medda, Kath, Sarah, Spot)

[newsies-lodging-house]

GIMMICKS

oh the guy the lil stick guy I adore him

followed by the cutest patooteyest jack and Davey ever I ADORE THEM (I think they were drawn by the same person and I LOVE THEM!!!!)

[loving-jack-kelly]

i think spot admires jack very deeply and looks up to him a lot but would rather be stabbed to death than ever say that out loud. btw. i think jack respects spot and everything that he's done more than almost anybody else in the world but would rather be set on fire than admit it. also.

[joeythefrog]

everyone should totally send me newsies drawing prompts

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