#javey come home come home javey

[real-odark]

just realized i never looked at jack in this photo. he wants him so bad

[loving-jack-kelly]

something something jack and davey both thinking they were acts of service love language types because they were both so deeply insecure in themselves that they needed to feel useful to feel loved. and something something both of them finding for the first time with each other that they don't need to provide utility to be loved. and something something this spilling out into the rest of their lives as they make each other better and push each other to grow.

[loiteringandlurking]

javey. dave is performing with an orchestra and has like 3 massive solos, jacks come to support bc why wouldn't he come watch his crush best friend perform the performance of his LIFE.

the performance goes REALLY well, davey absolutely eats it up, and finds jack after the concert and they walk home tgt to their shared dorm. along the walk, davey complains and complains how hot his concert blacks are and then as soon as their dorm door closes, the tie and the shirt and the shoes all come off at once. davey is a master at taking clothes off fast, and now all he's in are a pair of pants fitted very nicely around the waist.

jack falls over dave goes jack what happened are you feeling lightheaded, jack tries to remain suave as this Hot Ass Man is helping him up and rubbing his back consolingly .... then they kiss or whatever

[yandereaffections]

Javier Adolfo (YA’s Oc) Masterlist

The Man Himself

Character Description

S/o being bullied at work

Charming his Darling

Confident S/o

S/o who loves Skirts

Cute S/o who sucks at their Job

Avoiding him to make a gift

Home cooked meals for a Date

S/o who is pressured to do their best 24/7

Affectionate S/o

Exhausted Doctor S/o

S/o Binding her Chest cause of office harassment

S/o being black mailed for sex

House wife S/o

S/o who has Insomnia

S/o trying to fight a Racist

S/o confessing they want a big family

S/o who lives a double life

Spoiling Javier

Another yandere kidnapping S/o

Naga S/o that knows nothing of Human Culture

Not a morning person S/o

Sitting on Javiers lap

S/o who is apart of a huge Crime Organization

Nuclear Apocalypse

Naga Javier

Vampire S/o cautious of taking Javiers blood

S/o whose both cutesy and extreme

Filthy rich S/o

Jokingly calling Javier “Sugar Daddy”

Poor Underweight S/o refusing to bother for help

CEO Crush already married

Comforting Chubby S/o after being sexually Harassed TW

S/o who runs up to hug Javier everytime she sees him

Going to Disney

S/o getting hit on by their boss

“Have my babies”

Drunk S/o unknowingly confessing they love javier

Babysitting with S/o

Punk Rocker Darling

Making S/o wait for marriage as tease play

S/o constantly buying make up palettes

Hitman S/o warning for him not to go to work

S/o who cuddles him during work

Surprising javier with your intelligence

S/o Introducing ‘javey wavey’ to their friends

Trying to cook for his s/o

Accident prone s/o

S/o whose constantly wondering

COVID quarantine comfort

Cosplayer S/o

Homeless S/o asking him for cash

Figuring out S/o is pregnant

Yandere s/o

Making him cry HC

S/o whos only seen eating when they steal his meal

Shy S/o who loves affection

holding and playing with his S/os hair

S/os family fat shames them when they eat

Darling packs him lunch everyday

S/o whos easily scared

Stealing your clothes

S/o who slams their foot against the wall anytime it falls asleep

S/o who cant cook

Manipulation HC

S/o who refuses to go to stop smoking TW

Arguing HC

Incubus Javier w/ a s/o who looks down on themselves

Vampire Javier/ Halloween date

Vampire

Poltergeist

Decorating the office building for halloween

Bratty S/o

Halloween Date

Werewolf

S/o who cries during the emotional parts of movies

Motivating S/o to study

Javier Fluff

Top energy S/o 

Meeting Javiers Grandmother

Sub energy S/o

S/o who wants to travel alot

Comforting a stressed S/o

S/o who doesnt want kids

Depressed Darling

More Fluff

Seeing S/o without makeup for the first time

Darling playing with his hair

Taking stressed S/o away from their struggles

Sugar Daddy HC

Boba tea date

Diabetic S/o

Making him a Surprise Valentines homemade gifts

Finally meeting his online lover

S/o trying to treat their own stab wound

Javier vs Aiden

Coming over to S/os apartment for a dinner date

Autistic S/o who struggles to get a job

Finding out crush is dating his brother

Only dating him for money

S/o going on a vacation to gain Javiers attention

Foreign S/o having to suddenly return home

Darling having shit friends who use them for work

S/o whos terrified of horror movies and clings to him

Darling w/ Social anxiety 

Crybaby reader

How good he is with responsible adult stuff

Corrupt official male S/o

Darlings something like robin hood

Robin hood like S/o trying to steal from him

S/o who likes to cook for him

Darling has commitment issues

Very short S/o

S/o who age regresses 

Adoring darling when they Hyperfixate

Depressed S/o that has a hard time taking care of themselves

Author S/o

S/o who is constantly sewing

Leaning against him saying “love me” when Javiers busy

S/o has odd vocal tics

Comforting S/o w/ night terrors

S/o falls asleep on his lap during a meeting

Co-worker beating him to asking S/o out

s/o recently finding out they have adhd

Falling for the elder care worker taking care of his grandma

“It’s okay, I know you’re just not used to being cared for so much.”

S/O showing him matching outfits that they sewed themselves

Werecat S/o

Cuddlebug S/o

pressing their boobs against his back slightly 

Pegging Javier 

Chubby S/o sitting on his face 

S/o with a high sex drive 

squeezing him inbetween your thighs 

Cockwarm HC 

Kinky shit 

Praise Kink 

Catching him jerking to a picture of you 

Poltergeist cockwarming 

Mirror Kink & Sugar Daddy

Someone walking in on you / Public Sex w/ Dom male S/o 

Kinks Headcannons 

Foreplay Headcannons 

Male S/o railing Javier over his desk 

Sex Toys Javier loves the most 

Sucking him off underneath his office desk

[kellyscowboy]

oh oh you put out new prompts! May I humbly suggest “Come here, let me hold you.” for Javey (specifically livesies)?

"Come here, let me hold you." || the prompts sorry for the late response! i was super busy this week </3 cw: violence & blood!

"Mama's gonna kill me." David said and looked down at his shaking hands. "She's gonna kill me. Pa's gonna kill me. Sarah's gonna be so upset. I was supposed to protect him, Jack. I'm supposed to keep him safe."

"Dave, ya did keep him safe-"

He looked at the stains on his shirt and looked up at Jack with wide eyes. His hands continued to shake violently as he helplessly wiped at his undershirt. "I got- I got blood on my shirt. It's gonna stain, Mama isn't gonna know how to get a blood stain out of my shirt-"

"Dave. It'll wash right off. Stop worrying about stupid stuff. Are you-"

"I could've killed him, Jack. He was sputtering underneath me and I thought he was gonna die, and I didn't stop. I would've killed him," David's voice was caught in his throat. "I think I might throw up."

Jack sighed and sat across from the boy. "You ain't gonna throw up, Davey. It's gonna be alright. You know we wouldn't let you kill anyone. Ya family need's ya too much for us to let you get locked up."

David held his shaking, raw, bloody fists up to his chest. "I was supposed to keep him safe."

"Les is okay, David. He was downstairs playing pirates with the other boys just a couple of minutes ago. You did good, Dave. Ya kept him safe," Jack said.

"It wouldn't have happened if I had just sold with him like he had asked me too."

Jack sighed again, deeply. He waved the other boy over. "Come here, let me hold you." David got up, his entire body continued to shake as he fell into Jack's arms.

"Look," Jack said as he took David's hands into his own. "Ya hand's all dirty, all bloody." He spit into his shirt—which made David wince—and wiped at the other boy's knuckles. The blood came off and stained his white shirt. "But underneath it's still all nice and clean. Ya know why? Cuz ya ain't dirty, or mean, or cruel. You've got good intentions. Any one of us woulda reacted the same way if we had gotten to the guy first."

David took a deep, shaky, breath and nodded his head. "Can you walk us home? You can stay the night, so you don't have to walk back so late."

"I'd walk anywhere for ya, Dave. Ya know that."

[blurglesmurfklaine]

hello/goodbye hugs that linger for javey 💙

Number 18 comin right up!

edit: oops, this got away from me because I don't know the definition of concise apparently

******

"It's just another three weeks, and then I'm home for the entire summer," Davey assures.

"It's too long," Jack whines. "I hate Yale. I hate stupid Boston and their stupid red-sox and their stupid Ivy League schools that have ya away for nine months of the year."

As much as Davey wants to pretend that Jack being all sorts of clingy is a major inconvenience, he can't dismiss the fact that he loves the way Jack always refuses to release them from their final hugs before Davey heads back to school.

It's become a tradition of sorts. They hug goodbye, and Davey makes some comment about being late for his train, and Jack tightens his grip while Davey rolls his eyes and lets his arms go limp at his side.

There's something different this time around, though, and Davey can't quite put his finger on it. The soft, ragged breath Jack takes when he buries his face into the crook of Davey's neck. The way his smile isn't entirely reaching his eyes.

"Hey," Davey's hands settle on Jack's shoulders as he puts enough space between them to get a good look at his best friend. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Jack mutters. Davey can tell by the dimness of his eyes that he's lying. " 'm'fine."

"You don't seem fine."

"I guess," Jack sighs, "In the past year, with you bein' gone and all... I didn't realize how much I was gonna miss ya. I didn't realize a lot of things."

Before Davey can even open his mouth to reply, he's being hauled in again for another bone-crushing hug. Davey's arms dangle by his side in shock as Jack's come up behind his back, gripping the back of Davey's shirt with such force.

Davey blinks himself out of his stupor and slowly brings his arms to clasp around Jack's waist.

"I love you, Dave."

"Love you, too, Jackie."

Davey's on the train, his mind running through their last encounter the way a needle runs over vinyl, when his phone buzzes.

Jackie: i need to tell you something. Jackie: shoulda said it before you left Jackie: i mean, i said it, but i didn't really SAY it ykwim?? Jackie: fuck. i hope you don't have signal rn and we can just wait til u get back for summer

Me: Bad news Me: I have signal

Jackie: well shit

Me: You were saying?

The three dots indicating someone on the other side is texting pop up. They disappear for a moment and return, sending anxiety that rises like the tide shooting through Davey's veins. This is where Jack admits what's been bothering him. This is where Jack says they've grown apart, that keeping up with Davey when he's so far away isn't worth the effort, that their friendship of nearly six years isn't worth the effo--

Jackie: I love you.

Davey squints at the screen.

All that fuss for Jack to tell Davey something he already knows?

Me: That's nice, Jackie. I love you, too!

Jackie: ffs Jackie: you go to an ivy league school Jackie: ain't no way ur really this dense

Me: ??? uncalled for??

Jackie: Dave. Jackie: I'm IN LOVE with you.

Oh. Well. Davey certainly wasn't expecting that.

Jackie: and i feel stupid sayin that over a damn text message but i was too scared to say it earlier and i feel like it'll eat me alive if i don't say anything Jackie: if you don't feel the same i TOTALLY understand btw Jackie: we can also just. pretend this never happened when you come back and it'll be just like old times

He blinks dumbly at the phone, heart hammering in his chest as more frantic messages come in.

Jackie: OR you could continue to ignore me Jackie: you have your read receipts on, you know that?

Jackie: oh my god i'm gonna block you. Jackie: hi hey hello, davey jacobs? jack kelly here, your best friend who just confessed his love for you? yeah it'd be great if you could SAY SOMETHING

Me: That certainly was a sentence.

Jackie: I hate you.

Me: Pretty sure you love me. Source: you.

Jackie: no fr how am *i* the one who gets a rep for being annoying?

Jackie: really though. are we gonna talk about this?

Me: Look who's being dense now.

Jackie: DAVE

Davey laughs at his screen and decides to put Jack out of his misery, chest feeling like it's exploding into a million stars.

Me: JACK Me: Good news. Me: I love you, too.

Jackie: see, was that so hard? Jackie: holy shit, so... Jackie: we're like. properly in love huh? Jackie: whaddya wanna do about that?

Me: We could call when I get back to my dorm? Have a real conversation about it? Me: And maybe talk about it when I get home in May?

Jackie: yeah. i like the sound of both those things

When Davey comes home for summer break, Jack runs to him as soon as he steps off the train, arms so tight around his torso and heart so full that Davey can't imagine either of them ever letting go.

[the-woild-is-y-erster]

newsiestober day 2 submission!!! catching up on these today, i'll have day 2 and 3 out pretty close together, i have 3 done but i wanted to post this first to keep it chronological

@newsiestober2023

prompt: apples

javey, modern au

word count: 820 (whoops this ended up being a lot longer than it was sposed to<3)

jack swung open the door and stepped inside, shutting it behind him as he kicked off his shoes.

"honey, i'm home!" he sang, walking into the living room and plopping his bag on the couch. "smells good davey-bear, whatcha cookin?" jack said, not turning around yet. he dug through his bag, looking for his check.

"good news darlin', i-" he stopped, realizing he hadn't gotten an answer from davey. "dave?" he called, looking towards the door.

jack heard footsteps moving in the kitchen, and a faint humming. he smiled, creeping towards the door, careful not to make too much noise. he stood in the doorway for a moment, watching as his husband puttered around their little kitchen, cleaning the counters and putting the dishes in the sink, headphones over his ears, head nodding along to his music.

the tall man wiped his hands on a dish towel, and turned to put the rag in the laundry, and jumped when he saw jack leaning in the doorway. a warm smile spread across his face as he took his headphones off and hung them around his neck.

"hey jackie!" he opened his arms and jack sunk into his embrace, tucking his head into his husband's neck.

"you smell good." jack murmured. david laughed at the tickling feeling of his lips on his neck, and pulled back to plant a kiss on the shorter man's lips. "been bakin'," he said, brushing hand across jack's cheek.

they had been married three years, and he still couldn't believe this beautiful man was his husband. "hi." he said breathlessly, studying jack's brown eyes, that always seemed to pull him in and not want to let him go.

jack leaned into his hand, an adoring smile on his face. "heya dave." he caught david's hand and kissed his fingertips. "you gonna tell me what smells so good, or do i have to dig 'round 'n find out for m'self?" he said, mouth still pressed to the other's hand.

david pulled his hand out of jack's grasp as a timer went off conveniently at that moment. jack gasped dramatically as his husband pulled the dish out of the oven.

"is that pie!" he cried, rushing over to look at the pie plate david had set on the oven top. "is that apple pie?" he grinned, turning excitedly to his smiling husband. david nodded.

"i know it's your favourite, and our neighbor jazzy brought us some apples, so i-" his sentence cut off with an oomf! as jack flung himself into his chest.

"you're the best husband ever and i love you so much and you're amazing and incredible and pretty and perfect and i love you." jack gushed into his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around the smaller man and swayed them back and forth. "you're welcome, jackie." davey smiled into jack's hair. after three hours of battling the finicky pie crust, he was immensely pleased that jack was so happy.

"when can i eat it?" came the muffled reply from beneath his chin. david chuckled and let go of his lover as he turned to grab plates from the cabinet. "grab the ice cream, yeah?" he said over his shoulder.

when he put the knife on the perfectly browned crust of the pie, jack was physically bouncing with excitement. davey cut a big slice and put it on his husband's plate, and with a kiss to is cheek, jack was racing to the table to start eating. as he cut his own slice, david heard a delighted groan come from their kitchen table.

"dave. baby. please, i think i have literally ascended into heaven. this tastes like god herself shat out a holy poop and you somehow made it into a perfect pie. oh my god i love you so much please come over here so i can kiss you." jack's mouth was full of pie and ice cream as he showed davey grabby hands. david flushed and set his own plate down on the table.

"you aren't getting any kisses with a mouth full of food, my love. swallow, please." he sat down at the place across from his husband.

jack grinned messily. "that's what he-" david slid jack's plate over to his side of the table. "you know i love you, but if you finish that joke you don't get any more pie and i'm filing for divorce." jack let out a cry of anguish as he swallowed his gargantuan mouthful. "but who would bake me the best pies on planet earth!" he mourned, reaching for his plate.

"me, because i love you." david said as he pushed jack's own plate towards him and leaned across to kiss him.

his lips were cold from eating the ice cream, and he could feel jack's smile in the kiss.

it was a crisp fall day, and they had jack's favourite kind of pie, and they were happy.

[noxexistant]

📂 JAVEY

jack’s the one who remembers everything. he treasures good times so much, it’s impossible for him not to. he remembers every date they’ve ever been on, where it was, what davey ate and whether he liked it, what time it was when he walked davey back to his apartment and left him at the fire escape.

he remembers littler things too, like if davey mentions having a song stuck in his head or that he’s looking for a book, jack’ll remember and keep it tucked in his head until he can find it for davey. davey’s usually totally forgotten about it when jack gets back to him, but it comes back in a wave of delight when jack recounts all the specific details of davey mentioning it - including exactly how davey described what he couldn’t remember.

ask jack anything else, though - ranging from what he ate yesterday to what he and race were just talking about - and you’re out of luck.

(also, in modern au, this absolutely translates to davey being the one coming home from class or work to jack getting ready in the bathroom, already dressed, shaving his stubble.

“‘ey, you’re late. we got that dinner with sarah and kath, remember?”

“we’ve got that what? god dammit.”

“shower quick. boiler’s already warmed up.”

davey tosses his bag to the floor and starts climbing into the shower while still actively undressing. when they finally get to the restaurant, only slightly late, katherine’s already ordered their food because jack remembered davey’s favourite at this particular place and texted her to put their orders in.)

send me a 📂 + a newsies character/ship for a random useless headcanon <3

[shsl-fander]

Through Your Window

Pairing: Javey (Jack Kelly/Davey Jacobs)

Fandom: Newsies (2017) Broadway

Au: Modern Era

Word Count: 1026

Davey hummed to himself, flipping through the pages of the book sat in his lap. In all honesty, while he typically loved reading to himself, right now it was such a drag. He wanted to hang with the other newsies, but he was stuck alone in his room. He drummed his fingers against the spine, puffing his lips in boredom.

"Aye! Whats a handsome boy like you doin alone on a Saturday night?"

Davey jumped, yelping as he jolted up out of his seat, rushing towards the window where the noise came from where he met the gaze of noneother than Jack Kelly. He gasped, a ratted giggle escaping him, "Jackie?!" he exclaimed.

Jack clicked his tounge, gripping tight onto the edge of the window. "Nah, its ya landlord," he sneered sarcastically, grinning ear to ear. "Hey Davey," he smiles, waving at him with his free hand.

Davey stammered, shaking his head in disbelief as a giddy smile crept onto his face. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Jack leaned against his arm, admiring the beaming smile spread across Davey's face. "What'd ya think? Here to see you, now will ya let me in?"

Davey intertwined his fingers with Jack's,tugging him inside his room before swiftly shutting his window. "Do you realize my entire family is home and don't know you're here?" he reminds him lightly.

Jack threw his hands up in disbelief, "Fine, you want me to leave Dave?" he began with a smirk.

Davey frantically shook his head rushing towards the window to block Jack's entrance, "No No No No!" he blurted out, "Of course I'm happy to see you Jack. But I'm not out to my parents, or Les for that matter. I don't think he knows what being gay is." The omly people Davey was out to were Jack and Sarah.

Jack chuckled softly, plopping down onto Davey's bed,"We've been friends since I met ya and you boldly stood up to Weasal, " he comments,"me being here doesn't have to be seen as strictly romantic. "

Davey flopped down next to jack, tracing circles on the blanket. "I know that of course," he began, "but if you're here just the two of us I'm gonna want," his words trailed off as usual, he wasn't very good at this. "I'm just sayin I don't want to get us caught."

Jack felt a smirk tug on the corners of his lips, "Who said anything 'bout gettin caught?" he snickered, "come on, I escaped the god damn refuge, I can be sneaky in my boyfriend's room."

Davey's breath hitched, he still couldn't believe Jack considered him his boyfriend. Just hearing it was enough to make his heart skip a beat, pounding against his chest, sending a thunder in his ears.

"Ah, theres that smile Dave," Jack snickered, watching Davey smile like an idiot upon calling him his boyfriend. He bit his lip, tilting his head. "Ya still didn't answer my question, what the hell are you doin alone on a Saturday night?"

Davey rolled his eyes, picking up the book that he had tossed aside the minute he recognized Jack, "Readin" he replies simply with a shrug.

Jack laughed under his breath, "You never fail to be the brains of the group, Dave," he expressed. "But seriously? Yous inside, nose in some pages?"

Davey sighed, "What else am I gonna do Jack? I help out alot around here yknow? I can't just go out as much as I please," he huffs."Trust me, I wanted to see you, " he admits, blush rising to the apples ot his cheeks.

Jack's gaze trailed down to the other boy's lips before he quickly glanced back up to his eyes."Well good thing I know how to climb up to windows huh?" he cooed, scooting himself closer.

Davey gently caressed Jack's jaw before tilting his head up ever so slightly,"Good thing indeed," he hummed in agreement. He held his gaze there for a moment, staring into Jack's eyes, which glistened in his room's light.

Jack suddenly surged forward, pressing his lips against Davey's and pulling him into a kiss, to which Davey clumsily responded. Jack's arms winded around Dave's neck, and davey hummed into the kiss.

Suddenly, Davey pulled away, gasping for air. He panted, wiping a trial of spit from his lips. "You never fail to impress me with your boldness, Jack Kelly."

Jack's arms remained drapped around Davey's neck, though they now rested on his shoulders. "Hey what can I say, thats kinda my thing."

Davey glanced towards the ground, face tinted a light pink color. "I know, you were our leader. Thats honestly when I fell for you," he admitted, "When you stepped up to protect all the other boys."

Jack ruffled the other's hair,"Awh Dave had a little crush on me, " he cooed triumphantly. And suddenly Jack was gently slapped in his face.

"Shut upppp," Davey snorted, the blush on his face darkening even further. "Obviously I did, how could I not? I don't understand how you didn't know, I was embarrassingly obvious."

Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head,"I was trying to force a relationship with Katherine, remember?"

Of course Davey remembered,how could he forget? He had seen Jack kiss Katherine and for the remainder of the night his head felt dizzy and he had been choking back the lump in his throat. Eventually he'd cried at home, which is when Sarah practically forced him to come out to her.

However, to both Jacobs' twins relief, Jack and Katherine quickly realized the sparks between them were practically nonexistent. Which led them to today, Davey still mesmorized by the fact Jack liked him back.

"Im sorry it took me so long to notice you, Davey," Jack mumbled, sending him a tender smile. "I love ya."

"I love you too, Jackie."

And so maybe Davey let Jack stay longer than he probably should, and maybe Sarah had to come in to tell them to be quiet and be careful so they wouldn't get caught. But Dave didn't mind, he just wanted to be in Jack's company.

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

gimme ur javey headcanons or i’ll make your kneecaps into soup <333

-🦡

do it you wont-

jk anyways

uuhhhh, so werid thing but not bc there the same people (kinda) I mostly ship Javid bc 1992sies is my life rn, and ONES JUST AN ARTIST AND THE OTHER IS A COWBOY

so if everything seems weird or anything, stab me

1992sies-

David finds Jack extra cute with his cowboy hat on

Their first kiss happened on David's fire escape while Jack was walking him home

Sarah saw it happen while she was looking for David to see if he was close to home

Sarah is so happy for them and gossip to Blink and Spot about this they lowkey girlboss and have tea parties

David is a blushing mess when coming in and Sarah smiles at him

Les asked if David was alright and all David could do was blush harder

When they have birthdays Jack always gets David a book or a new shirt (BECAUSE THIS BITCH WILL SAVE EVERY PENNY)

David would get him more dime novels and even a well-illustrated poster of cowboys (Sarah and Les chipped in even if David didn't want them too)

On a snowy day in New York everyone is playing but David is there looking at each Newsie UNTIL JACK CHUCKS A SNOWBALL AT DAVID and they have a snowball fight

Tumbler looks to Skittery and says " Skits, mom and dad are fighting again"

It's now like a playful civil war, UNTIL SPOT COLON COMES IN AND HELPS RACE WHO IS ON DAVIDS SIDE, JACK TEAM DIES

Jack learns about Hanukkah and ask questions

David's mom and Sarah all make the Newsies quilts each with something resembling the newsie its given too

All the newsies try to find something for them, they all pitch in to get Sarah and Ester a new dress, Myer a new razor, and Les a stuffed dog

Jack and David stay up all night talking while the windows open, either in the lodge or at David's house

On thanksgiving the whole Jacobs family makes a meal for all them AND the Newsies

David sometimes has to stay at home while his parents take Les to see their grandparents so he invites Jack over while Sarah goes spend time with Katherine

If his parents are out more than 1 day Sarah and him each get a day for the house all to themselves with their partners

OK NOW FOR JAVEY BC IDK WHAT IM DOING

Jack ofc draws Davey all the time

He even drew the whole family once

Sometimes they skip an hour or two to walk in the park

Once Jack dared Davey to climb a tree and he did,,,but he fell after word

Jack wouldn't stop apologizing Davey just kissed him to shut him up

Jack would invite Davey to see Medda and drink tea with her

Davey would discuss different scenes that Jack could paint while at this

They first kissed up on Jacks penthouse

Crutchie walked/climbed in on them the first time and called to Race who owed him a quarter because he was right to bet that Davey would kiss first

Jack found out how to make flower crowns

Davey was taught by Sarah how to press them in a notebook

He looks at said notebook when he misses Jack (mostly at night when he can't sleep)

Davey tries to teach Jack how to dance

He fails a lot but at least he can dip Davey and kiss him

He also tries to teach Jack how to read better

Well he dose to most of the Newsies but like Albert and Elmer they need extra time to learn

Jack has many issues so dose Davey so they both help each other

And they have new ways to help each other all the time

[fluffyzoey]

Approval (Javey drabble)

I took inspiration for this from Heartstopper by Alice Oseman, I think the panel was in book 3? I can’t remember :/

“Davey! You know what tomorrow is?” Jack took both of his boyfriend’s hands and leaned close to him, his lips not even an inch from Davey’s ear. 

“Our anniversary.” Davey blushed. “We’ve been together for an entire year, Jackie.” He cupped Jack’s face in his hands, stroking a pair of fingers down the shorter male’s head. Davey’s own face reddened as he took in all of Jack’s features; his deep brown eyes, his soft skin and very slight stubble (newly grown, Jack didn’t like it, but Davey thought it made him look cute). 

“How should we celebrate?” Jack scooped Davey up and spun him around, setting him down again. 

Davey smiled brightly. “I dunno! What did you have in mind?” He leaned up against Jack and kissed him gently. “Anything special?”

“I was thinking I’d take you out for dinner, then we could watch the stars up on the rooftop.” Jack admitted, his face flushing. Davey beamed and placed a kiss on Jack’s forehead. “That sounds amazing, Jackie. I don’t deserve you…”

Jack frowned and pulled Davey in for a kiss. “You deserve all the love I have to give.” He assured him, “You’re perfect.”

Davey chuckled. “Oh. Thanks, Jackie.” He seemed to brighten up a bit. Jack put an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Anything for you, honey. And I hate to break it to ya, but it’s getting late. My place?”

He hesitated. “I’ll call my mum. You know she thinks we’re…too close for comfort.” 

“I know.” Jack breathed. “But we’re 18, now. We can make our own choices, and I want to be with you. Tell her we’ll stay in seperate rooms tonight.”

“We never stay in seperate rooms.” Davey raised an eyebrow. 

“I never said that would be the truth.” Jack smirked. “C’mon, Davey, you know we’re allowed to cuddle and stuff at my place!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He giggled as he pulled out his phone, went into his contacts, and called his mother. 

She picked up immediatly. “Hello, sweetie! You on your way home?”

He sighed. “Well, actually, I’m gonna spend the night at Jack’s. Is that okay?”

Davey could practically see his mother’s smile droop over the phone. “Oh.”

“That’s okay, then?” He asked pleadingly. 

She went from being upset and surprised to sounding angry. “David! Your life can’t just be taken over by that boyfriend of yours! I don’t care if you’re gay, but you can’t just spend all your time with him. I see the way you look at him. I hear the things you say to him. You’re too young to be sleeping with him.”

“Mom! I’m a legal adult. And besides, we’re not…we never…we don’t…I’ll sleep in the guest room, okay?!” 

She sighed audibly. “Fine! Fine! Go ahead!” She hung up, exasperated. Davey sighed and turned to Jack. 

“So can you come?” Jack asked, concerned when he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face. 

“Jack.” Davey grasped onto Jack’s shoulders. “My mom thinks we’re…y’know…”

Jack’s face went red. “No! Did you tell her?”

“I don’t think she believes me.” He leaned into Jack. 

Jack took Davey’s hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s just get home, then we can talk about it.”

They stepped through the door, were greeted by Jack’s guardian, Medda, then went upstairs to Jack’s bedroom. Jack pulled Davey down onto the bed, smothering his face in kisses. When Davey didn’t perk up, Jack pulled him in for a tight hug, then met his eyes. 

“Are you going to be in trouble?” He whispered. 

“I don’t know.” Davey snapped. “Probably. My mother’s convinced we’ve done more than just cuddle and stuff at these sleepovers. I’m sorry, Jack, I just—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Davey. She’s your mom. Moms do these things, I guess.” He pulled Davey down onto his back. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go talk to her.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Davey whispered back. “Are you sure you want to come?”

”You’re my boyfriend, Davey.” Jack laughed. “I need to be sure you’re comfortable, and if it means having me there with you, I’ll go.”

”Thanks, Jackie.” Davey closed his eyes and rested his weary head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Jack pulled the blankets up around the both of them. 

“I love you, Davey.”

”I love you too, Jack.”

The next morning, Davey awoke to the pleasant sound of Jack whispering into his ear. Little things. ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re amazing’ and ‘my little boy’, stuff that Jack knew his boyfriend loved to hear. 

Davey’s stomach churned at the thought of what he was meant to do today. He shook himself awake, curled up in Jack’s arms.

”Happy anniversary, baby!” Jack cheered, pulling his Davey in for a long, soft kiss. 

Davey pulled away. “Thanks, Jackie. Are we still gonna…?”

”Talk to your mom? Yeah. Call her.”

He pulled out his phone, tapping into his ‘recent callers’ list. 

It rang for a few seconds before she picked up. “David.” She simply said. “Do you need a ride home?”

”No thanks. I—we—uhm, wanted to talk to you.”

”We?”

”Me and Jack.” He said, his voice trembling. 

“You and…him.”

Jack took hold of the phone. “Hi, Mrs. Jacobs.”

”Hello, Jack.”

Jack gulped. Davey could tell he was a little nervous. 

“I just wanted to…thank you, for approving of my relationship with your son. I really love him. I would die for him. I’m grateful I met him, and that he had feelings for me, just like I did, and still do for him.”

Either Davey was crazy, or he could hear his mother’s voice sound just a bit more happy. “I’m…happy to hear that.”Jack continued. “And I wanted to assure you that he and I are completely safe when we’re together. I would never do anything to him without his consent, and my guardian is always here to make sure we’re safe.”

”That’s quite the relief!” She laughed, actually laughed. Had it been she was really just worried about her son’s safety, that she wasn’t trying to keep him from Jack?

“One more thing,” Jack added, “I really, really do love him. So uhm…thanks for letting him come today. You’re a good mom, right Davey?”

Davey grinned and nodded. “The best mom. I love you.”

His mother’s voice turned loving and soft. “Thank you, David. I love you too, sweetie, and I’m so proud you’ve found someone you can be so safe and happy with. Have fun, baby. Happy anniversary.”

She hung up. Davey tackled Jack in a hug and kissed the tip of his nose. “She remembered our special day.”

Jack wrapped his arms around Davey. “Every bit of what I said back there was true. I love you more than I think you realize.”

Davey pressed a kiss to Jack’s lips. “I love you too, Jackie. I love you too.”

[loiteringandlurking]

tell me soft javey thinks….

in exchange for a picture of a jemlyfish

TEEHEEEEEE TY FOR THE JEMLYFISH! here r your javey thinks .......

jack cold at night, and davey's working late at a bar :( jack can't sleep, Davey n him aren't dating yet .... but davey comes home bone tired, he sees jack shivering .... he snuggles up .... they sleep .... jack is all giggly and davey is too tired to notice or care ...

and also consider jack leaning on davey and slowly falling asleep on his shoulder while he reads davey's book ....

and also consider jack biting davey because he has no other way to externalise affection .....

[daveysjackie]

hey hi hello ok im so sorry if you dont want me talking abt this for some reason which is totally fine

but i just finished Even in Silence

and i am BAWLING

your writing style is IMMACULATE GESU CHRISTO

and then i come over here to tumblr to send you a 'oh my lordy this fic was so good im crying' ask and i find out you wrote My New Dream?????? one of my other favorite javey fics?????????? hello????? you're literally so talented????? i ADORE your work i ahhdjdhshajxh/pos

ok anywhizzle just wanted to say you are an incredible author and i adore your work!!!! you have no presh to answer this ask, i just wanted you to know how much i appreciate you<3

-eel, of @the-woild-is-y-erster

I SAW THIS ASK AND ISTG IT MADE MY DAYY

(this happening two days after someone went through my fanfic.net stories and left hate comments kinda gives me whiplash)

It’s so nice to see someone who loves My New Dream. It was mostly for me as a way to kinda save my memories of my baby sister before i left home but to see someone love it so much makes me so ridiculously happy you have no idea

and also. i always try to answer any comments/asks. praise or otherwise bc it’s the least i can do after you take the time to read and then leave the comment <3

my ask box is always open @the-woild-is-y-erster. feel free to ask questions about anything. even if its not related to the fics (and if it is about the fics, as long as it doesnt spoil the plot of a WIP, ill pretty much answer anything)

[kellyscowboy]

”are you asleep?” “…no.” 

either javey or karah pls?

hi! i just wanted to say that i have nothing against karah, i just feel like i'd butcher them so bad and i dont wanna do that to my girls </3 || the prompts

Jack Kelly had always dreamed of being domestic. He had dreamed of a small apartment for him and his lover, maybe a dog or cat that would sleep at the bottom of his feet. Not a child—unless he had taken someone in off the streets like Medda had done for him—but he figured he could be domestic enough without one.

But it was his first night in a new apartment, his first night away from his boys. The boys that he had raised and protected, the boys he had known for practically his whole life. He had put Racetrack in charge, and he knew the young gambler would take care of his boys, but he still felt uneasy.

It all felt unfamiliar to him. Jack wasn't used to sleeping in a nice bed, in his own room, next to a boy he loved, and without any kids to come crying to him about a nightmare. It wasn't that it was bad, just new and quite frankly, a little unsettling.

David was sound asleep beside him, his arm over Jack's torso. All Jack could do was stare at the ceiling. He tried to enjoy his new bed that was just for him and Dave, but he couldn't.

It had only been a day, and Jack had decided he didn't like being domestic. He liked where he had been the day before. With his boys, selling false headlines. And while he wasn't getting sales as much anymore, his boyish charm now gone due to his age, he still got to go home to his family. Dave was his family too, don't get Jack wrong, but it was different.

Jack felt himself tense as his boyfriend stretched. David paused mid-stretch, and tilted his head toward Jack. "Are you asleep?" He whispered.

"... No," Jack admitted, his voice booming in the quiet night.

Dave sat up and lit the lamp beside their bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dave." Jack fake a smile and tucked David's hand into his chest. "It's alright. Go back to sleep."

His boyfriend shrugged and cuddled into Jack's shoulder. "I wasn't asleep, anyway. I can't sleep. I'm not used to being away from my folks, not sharing a bed with a 12 year old."

"Me neither."

"They'll be okay without you, Jack." David said. "Racetrack's got them. He's matured a lot these past two years. Besides, he was always serious when he needed to be."

"I know, I know." Jack looked down at his feet. "I just... It feels weird to know they don't need me anymore."

David was quite for a second. He grabbed at Jack's chin and forced the boy to look at them. "Just because they don't need you anymore doesn't mean they don't want you anymore. Those boy's would've killed to keep you at the lodging house till you died." Another pause. "They don't need you anymore, because they've grown. But I still need you, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Jack smiled and leaned down to give David a kiss. "Yeah, I'm glad I'm here too."

Maybe the domestic life ain't too bad, Jack thought.

[blurglesmurfklaine]

omg I need to hear your thoughts on teachers!Javey because that makes my brain go BRRRRRRR

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. I can already tell this is going to be long winded so. apologies.

To understand why Teachers!Javey has a grip on my two brain cells like a dog has on his chew toy, we must first understand the types of students they are.

---

Jack Kelly is never really the stereotypical "good" student. He's a ward of the state, probably has some sort of undiagnosed learning disability that all his teachers attributed to him being a poor student with lousy attendance. Reading and writing is difficult for him from an early age, and he's okay with math until they introduce fucking word problems--what is that about? Why are they putting reading in math?

Every teacher from first to fifth grade he has can see that when Jack speaks to his peers, he's intelligent. He's a natural born leader and trend setter amongst the students. It's such a shame he's wasting his potential. It's such a shame that he never finishes his exams on time, and chooses to waste time doodling in the margins instead. It's such a shame he's only ever at school half the time, the other half out and about doing God knows what.

It's such a shame that every single teacher he had for the first eleven years of his life just assumed his failure was a deliberate choice.

But he finds solace in arts and craft time in elementary, and then is delighted to find out he can have art class every single day, for an entire period in middle school.

Teachers get meaner in middle school. Jack's smart mouth gets smarter--or dumber, according to his seventh grade History teacher, who loudly announces that Jack has the lowest grade out of everyone in his class. Jack stops showing up to History after that, but manages to scrape by with a C by convincing this girl, Katherine, to do his work for him, and he'll finish her art project she needs to get her Fine Arts credit.

(They date for a while and ofc decide they're better off as friends)

He meets Miss Medda his freshman year of high school, because the counselors screwed up his schedule and put him in Theatre instead of Art for his elective class. He needs remedial English Language Arts and Reading classes, both of which are during the only Art classes his stupid school offers. But Miss Medda is kind, treats him with respect, and after Jack accidentally leaves his sketchbook behind, offers to let him do backdrops for her plays instead of having to act in them.

Jack really can't afford to make time for this kind of long-term project--he's got to walk his little brothers (who aren't... legally his brothers, but... it's easier to just call them his brothers) home from their school, and then helps them with their homework best he can because he's not going to let them struggle the way he does and Tony is starting to get in fights, which is really, really stressing Charlie out and--

Miss Medda offers to let them stay in the theatre while the younger kids work on their schoolwork and Jack on his paintings.

It's an excuse to stay away from the Refuge an hour longer. It's an offer Jack can't refuse.

It's Miss Medda who first suggests to Jack he might be dyslexic. Jack's never even heard that word before, but it sparks a light of hope in him. He's not stupid. He's just--wired differently.

A diagnosis is not easy to come by. Jack has no legal guardians who can request testing from the school on his behalf, and Mr. Snyder sure as hell isn't going to shell out the money to do it third party. Miss Medda says she's doing it to streamline the testing, but when Snyder calls him in to say she's requested to foster him, Race, and Charlie, it takes every ounce of Jack's willpower not to cry right then and there.

School was never easy for Jack, and it still isn't, but it's amazing how much easier it becomes when he's got something that resembles a home. A soft bed, with clean sheets. A diagnosis. A family.

College is a possibility. It becomes a reality when Medda helps him submit his application to NYU.

Even though he's an art major, he's got to take basics. A computer that can read his assignments to him helps get him through with flying colors.

Medda assures him he doesn't have to do this for her. He's not. He's doing it for the fourteen year old Jack who needed a teacher like Miss Medda--and now, one like him.

---

David Jacobs is the stereotypical "good" student. Math, Science, History--it all comes incredibly easy to him from a young age. But especially Reading and Writing.

He finishes assignments early for the sole purpose of having more free time in class that he uses to read. Six years in a row, he's the top reader in his entire district, even beating out kids in high school starting from the seventh grade.

Students adore him, teachers love him, and his parents are proud as they could be.

Most kids are impressed. Some think he's doing it to show off, but he does it because there's nothing else he'd rather be doing. No amount of parties or dances can measure up to the way the ending to Of Mice and Men broke his heart, or the way Jodi Picoult's Leaving Time put it back together.

He loves analyzing the worlds he's being sucked into, highlighting passages that make him feel a certain type of way, and analyzing them to understand what makes them so powerful. He loves the power authors give their readers--to escape this world, to find meaning in theirs.

When he gets accepted to Colombia, it just makes sense for him to be an English major.

And he loves every second of it.

He loves writing papers and sticking to the most outlandish interpretations of Kafka, joining the campus newspaper club--even all the terrible peer reviews he has to do. He adores it all.

And then he graduates.

Magna Cum Laude, of course.

And David's not really sure what to do.

And a few months of crashing on friends' couches until he can get something published turns into a year turns into eighteen months turns into "Don't sweat it, you'll find something," and "Hey, I know a guy at The World who'd love to have you write columns," and if one more person tells him about the twelve publishers who rejected Harry Potter, he is going to pop a vein.

And then he's working for a Tax Attorney's office as a secretary and he hates every stupid minute of it, but it pays the bills for about a year before the office downsizes due to an actual fucking pandemic and decides he's the first to go.

He crashes with Sarah until quarantine is over. Then he spends another year working odds-and-ends jobs to help her with rent because he is not a freeloader with an English degree, for fuck's sake.

Sarah sends him a listing for a teaching position at a district in Brooklyn. Alternative Certification paid for by the campus. Eleventh Grade English.

It's a steady income, and he has an entire year to get his teaching certificate.

David applies for the position, not expecting to even really be considered, but in this teacher shortage--all the school is looking for, really, is a warm body.

David accepts the job.

He's always been good at school.

---

There's a weird, lanky looking guy who comes into Jack's class unannounced, accompanied by the academic dean, who informs Jack (with absolutely no heads up) that Mr. Jacobs is their newest English teacher and needs three more hours of live Observations before he's allowed to begin his classes.

Jack is less than thrilled at being observed for the last half of the day, but Mr. Jacobs smiles awkwardly and waves and that’s the end of that. Jack is instantly endeared by this guy who is way in over his head.

The academic Dean leaves, and Mr. Jacobs retrieves a binder and notebook from his messenger bag. As Jack resumes his lesson, the newest teacher takes fastidious notes throughout.

Jack has to actively try not to smile when one of his students goes to Mr. Jacobs for help with a guided practice warm up sketch. Mr. Jacobs seems surprised, but easily answers the questions best he can.

At least this new guy seems to care.

---

At the end of the day, David gathers his things into his bag and heads towards Mr. Kelly, extending his hand. “Thanks so much for this, Mr. Kelly. I really appreciate it.”

“Call me Jack.” He takes David’s hand.

“David.”

“Nice to meet you, Davey.” David’s stomach does a funny little flip at the nickname. It rolls off of Jack’s tongue so casually, so easily, that David doesn’t even feel the need to correct him. “If ya have any other questions, lemme know.”

David digs a pen out of his front pocket and extends it to Jack. “No questions, but could I get your signature on my observations sheet?”

“‘Course.”

The pen passes between their hands and with it, a bolt of electricity David wonders if he’s imagining, but hopes he isn’t.

He is not ogling the muscles of Jack’s hands as they sign the papers, and he’s definitely not noticing the way Jack’s smock hugs his waist where it’s tied behind his back, or the way his rolled up sleeves seem to broaden his shoulders.

“I noticed you have pictures detailing the steps on each of your assignment packets,” David says, redirecting his train of thought towards something work-appropriate.

“Reading ain’t so easy for all kids.”

Jack says it like it’s the simplest explanation in the world, with a shrug and an inherent understanding of this demographic that David lacks.

He hands the pen back to David, along with the paperwork, now donning his signature is messy script letters.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m down the hall.” David has never been particularly boy crazy, but even he is not immune to the charms of Jack’s radiant smile. “If you ever need anything, Davey.”

It’s an offer for mentorship, not a marriage proposal. And still, color rises to David’s cheeks, despite his best efforts to remain cool.

“I’ll uh, see you around.” The words come out high and strangled in his throat, eliciting the widening of Jack’s already knee-weakening, cocky, shit eating grin, but David still hopes there’s truth to them.

It’s clear he has a lot to learn from Jack.

---

Jack pops in to Davey’s room once during his own lunch, and is delighted to find out Pulitzer High’s newest addition has the same period off.

The rest, as they say, is history.

Davey is smart as a whip, he’s passionate, he’s organized (which comes in handy on a Teacher Work Day. Davey spends some time helping Jack organize supplies, and Jack hangs up art and decorations he’d made for Davey’s room).

He finds out that teaching wasn’t always in the plan for Davey, it was just something he sort of fell into. And still, Jack can see the effort he puts into his lesson plans, the quick way he’s learning the ropes and never makes the same mistake twice.

Jack knows teachers who’ve been doing this for years, and don’t have the dedication to self-improvement that Davey has.

And not that Jack is into the habit of checking out his coworkers, but Davey sure as hell ain’t ugly.

He's got a smile that makes you feel like a winner, if you've earned one from him, and he's surprisingly strong (as Jack found out on the aforementioned Teacher Work Day, his mind sputtering and stalling like a dying car when he saw Davey haul out three huge boxes of art supplies from his closet).

Lunch together becomes a regular thing. Which means Davey has words to say about Jack's typical lunch--or lack thereof. One day, Davey unceremoniously presents Jack with a Tupperware of latkes.

“Eat,” he orders.

Jack side eyes him. “I got lunch right here.”

“Cup-O-Noodles is not a meal.”

“Lunch doesn't have to be a meal.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"Oh, so you've never heard yourself speak?"

"Shut up and take the damn potatoes."

They're heavenly and damn delicious.

In return, Jack brings him a tub of spaghetti the next week.

"Eat," he mimics. Davey gives him a withering glance and Jack clarifies. "It's my ma's recipe. You won't regret it."

"Ah, so you can be a functioning adult," Davey teases. "You just choose not to."

Because Jack's got exactly two brain cells, and both of them are focused on Davey taking an uncharacteristically messy bite of the meal Jack's prepared for them, he says, offhandedly, "I choose to, for you."

Davey nearly coughs up his spaghetti, but doesn't mention it again.

Other than that, things at Pulitzer High are great. Quiet, even. Easy.

And then they get The Memo.

---

“I honestly don’t see what’s so bad about becoming a charter school.”

“Davey,” Jack hisses. Even though Jack seems upset, it doesn't stop the warmth in his stomach at hearing the nickname. “Davey, Davey, Davey. Charter schools get public funding, but they get to decide which kids stay and which kids go. Those signs that say 100% passing rates of standardized testing? It’s because they kick out anyone who can’t meet it. Including kids with LDs and 504 plans. It ain’t right.”

“Shit, I didn't know that. That's fuckin' awful."

"On top of that, you don't have to be certified to be hired."

"I'm not certified," Davey points out.

"Yeah, but you enrolled in one of them ACPs--so you will be. Charter schools don't require the year grace period because they don't require certification. Look, I'm not saying that every teacher in this country is perfect, or hell, even at this school. But it takes a lot of effort to get certified--even if it's not a perfect system--and I don't think it's something we should bypass. If Pulitzer goes Charter, Admin determines your hours, not the board. And kids with lower income households and undiagnosed LDs are gonna bear the brunt of these so-called higher standards. They'll fall right through the cracks, and ain't nothing we can do about it."

A tense silence falls between them, and Davey isn't quite sure how to respond. He doesn't disagree with anything Jack's said, now that he's informed, but he's at a loss regardless.

"I... Sorry, this sorta shit just gets me all worked up. I feel so... so stupidly helpless."

"No, no," Davey says quickly, reaching across the table to clasp Jack's hand in his. It comes automatically, before his brain has the good sense to cross it. Jack looks down at their twined hands, lips parted in what Davey thinks (hopes) might be a breathless gasp. "I get it."

Clearing his throat, he tears his hands away and tucks them beneath the table. He faces away, training his gaze to the creepy portrait of their school's namesake that's hung in the Teacher's Lounge and--

Shit.

Davey has an idea.

A big, stupid, risky idea.

A big, stupid, risky idea that might just be big and stupid and risky enough to impress Jack Kelly, who almost prides himself on being all those things.

"You know about Joseph Pulitzer?" Davey finally asks.

“Yeah, wasn’t he some big time publisher or something?”

“He was. He also tried raising newspaper prices for kids who made a living selling them.”

“Sounds like a real sweetie. Taking advantage of a buncha kids like that.”

“I mean, they did fight back. Gotta give them that credit.”

“They fought back? Against a giant like Pulitzer? How’d they manage that?”

“Well.” Davey turns to meet Jack’s gaze. “They went on strike.”

[we-are-inevitable]

i'm a sucker for the "jack goes to santa fe but it's nothing like his dreams" trope