#me being like i don't always hurt davey!!

[fluffydavey]

my writing:

prompts:

davey and jack hiding from the world at medda’s not wanting to leave each other’s embrace

davey and jack get drunk and have their first kiss, and a kiss goodbye the next morning to start their relationship

davey gets a girlfriend (assumed unrequited love)

davey and jack share a hug after the strike

jack defends davey when the newsies first discuss him

davey and jack have their first kiss set directly after the musical || ‘please say it’

davey and jack have their first kiss before a union meeting, scared that it will change everything

davey gets beat up at school and jack helps him out

davey gets scarlet fever

the newsies have a bet on when jack and davey will tell them they’re dating

crutchie and davey have a heart to heart about crutchie feeling left out 

davey and jack dance in the dance

jack confesses his feelings while davey is asleep

davey fixes jack’s tie

davey gets beat up by other newsies and jack is there to patch him up || ‘don’t move, i’ll be there in ten minutes’

davey has a bad mental health day but jack is there for him - modern au

after spending the night at the lodgings, jack accidentally wears davey’s waistcoat || ‘keep it, it looks better on you’ 

davey asking jack about moving to sante fe || ‘you feel like home to me’

jack gives davey flowers - modern au

davey goes on a date and jack is jealous - modern au

jack watches davey teaching the younger newsies and realises he’s in love

crutchie and albert catch jack and davey asleep

davey talks jack down from a panic attack || ‘i can’t do this anymore’

jack finds out davey’s going back to school || ‘i would pretty much trust you with my life’ & ‘i’m not going anywhere’

davey can’t sleep so jack cuddles him to help him fall asleep || ‘do you trust me?’ ‘yes’

jack and davey find crutchie beaten up and help him

davey watching jack paint || ‘i love how your brain works’

jack and davey have a date in london

ao3:

you fill my lungs with sweetness (you fill my head with you) || fake dating au

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” Jack says, his words almost coming out as one.

Davey nearly laughs right there and then, because it’s one of the funniest things he’s heard Jack say. But then he looks at Jack, who is bright red and clearly waiting for his answer. He doesn’t quite know what to think now he realises it’s not actually a joke. “No way.”

or the one where davey pretends to be jack’s boyfriend, and pretends that he isn’t head over heels in love with his best friend.

[deardiary1899]

king of new york is a catchy af song but i like to think it emphasizes something about race

i always found it as something that represented their wants and are somewhat expressions of them internally--

Race: A pair o' new shoes with matchin' laces <- Race wants something practical? I mean, in some productions, his socks don't even match!!!!!

Romeo: A permanent box at the sheepshead races <- Surprisingly, Race was supposed to have this line but was changed in the Broadway production. It's one of the main things I found interesting in the lyrics.

and, honorable mention to Davey:

Davey: A regular beat for the star reporter!

Davey's kindness is shown here. He prefers to move the attention to Katherine, and what he wants is never really mentioned

Anyhow, Ive read from another post that the boys are sharing these things according to what the other person likes, and that, is very cute and i love it, but I unfortunately cannot see it that way myself when it's with Race. Romeo may have said that line for Race, but, the lines Race sings in Carrying the Banner sort of correlates with his lines in KofNY. The said Race's lines in CtB are as follows:

Curdled Coffee / Concrete Donuts / Sprinkled with mold / Homemade / Biscuits / Just two years old

I am a true believer that the lines characters are chosen to sing are important to who they are, and I will find it endlessly curious as to why these are the specific things Race would list out, when most of the newsies at this part, something they want/that's currently happening/general observations or whatever. It's just so,,, curious to me how he speaks of THOSE things?? they're definitely not something they want, and it's poetic as FUCK??? like WHO hurt you mr higgins

It makes me think of Race as someone who is somewhat practical. I mean, outside of being sort of rowdy, excitable and the like, he's, without a doubt, smart af and like his historical counterpart, quite aware.

Race: Am-scray, punk / She's the king of New York!

Katherine: Whod'a thunk! I'm the king of New York!

Newsies: We was sunk, pale and pitiful

Katherine: Bunch'a wet noodles

Katherine & Newsies: Pulitzer's poodles!

Les: Almost about to drown in the drink

Buttons: When she fished us out

Race: And drowned us in ink!

Am-scray is one of my favourite parts here. Maybe because it was sung by Race but It’s Pig Latin.

I have NO Idea how common it is to learn that in the 19th century– but considering in Newsies (not as historically accurate) the boys don’t get a proper education other than Davey (but in a more historical perspective, they did. somewhat.), It’s EXTREMELY important to me how he knows such words like ‘Hoi-polloi’ (GREEK!!!), Am-scray and Gratis (LOOK i dont know how common words like that are, because im not a native english speaker and DAMN i don't know the usual 19th century lingo, but to me, it was a big big word)

Even more, his wit is shown well in the line ‘and drowned us in ink’. I’ve been obsessed with that since I heard it, and I’ll never get over how it is a BEAT that you can skip to in writing. It’s such a smooth and witty way to say that Katherine’s writing had helped them, and that ‘drowning in them in ink’ led them to get the fame they got (front page of the papers).

It’s also bitterly sweet to note that seeing their faces on the front page was more than enough to have them all tap-dancing, and although they may be forgotten the next day, it was all the worth.

this is all over the place, and moreso a ramble, but I REALLY wish we got more of Race because these specific things keep repeating in my mind ALL the time. I would ALSO like to state that Race was a HUGE driving force in this. I could write a WHOLE essay about him but kiss his ass and slap it because after getting hit around by oppressors and police, he knew they needed at least a moment of relief !!!!!!

TL;DR: I have a crush on Race Higgins and I need him real NOW

[thewritersofdeceased]

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

MISS MEDDA + NEWSIES || COMFORT ||

"Medda?!" A voice called out aloud, a figure passed out in this voice's arms. A boy with blonde hair was being carried by one with red. Well, ginger red, specifically. The blonde in his arms was a boy by the name of Antonio, or Racer to the others Newsies. The one carrying him and Miss Medda were the only ones to know his true name. Antonio had a couple cuts and bad bruises, shiners, as he'd call them. "We had a run in! Might need some bandages!" Thankfully, all the shows for the night were complete, so nobody would overhear them.

Medda Larkin, the woman who the boy was calling, poked her head out from where she'd been cleaning, her eyes widening upon noticing the boy being carried. "What happened!? Who did you have a run in with!? Was it them Delancy's!?" She'd ask quickly, dropping whatever had been in her hands and going over to take the practically passed out boy from the redheads arms. "They wouldn't stop, Miss Medda! I's tellin' you, true! They's don't like us for no reason! We ain' do nothin to 'em but sell our papes and get 'em sold! Then they's decide to always mess with us!"

The boy explained as Medda took Racer into her arms, her eyes filled with worry. "Did the hurt the other boys? Where are they?! Albert, please, I need answers!" Of course Medda would be worrying. These boys were her kids. Going to place Racer down somewhere comfortable, in her dressing room with a rather comfortable couch. Albert merely followed as he tried to explain. "Jack took it at the sign of the bulls. That's what the Dalancy's are makin' up.. He'll be here soon enough, I know it." Albert explained quickly before hearing the sound of the backdoors open, then slam shut right after.

"Speak of the devil." Albert spoke before turning to Medda and looking back to the slamming doors echoing. "Do you want me to-?" He went to speak, but Medda only waved him off with her hand. It took a couple seconds for the famous Jack Kelly to appear in her line sight, being followed by two others. "Miss Medda! Did- did you see-!?" Jack was out of breath, that could be seen just by how his chest rose and fell rather quickly.

Medda, having placed Race down, went to where Jack was, her arms already held out as Jack had quickly ran into her arms, tightly hugging her. "They almost got crutchie, Medda.." Jack whispered in Medda's arms, his body trembling as the woman held him close.

"Shh.. Shhh... you're okay.. it's okay.. Davey, is Crutchie on his way?" Medda asked, looking to David, who nodded his head. "Most of the boys are, yes Miss." David would reply, letting out a sigh after as the doors behind him opened and closed again. "Speaking of them.. I'll take care of the other boys, okay, Miss? Take care of Jack and Race." Davey explained softly as he began to walk away. Medda nodded her head, having gone off to tend for her boys.

___________________

As the boys got taken care of, Medda's mind had slowly began to overfill with much more worry. The stress, the way she had to keep the theater running, everything of the sort. But that wasn't the worse of these all. As the boys were out on the stage, messing about and sitting together, Medda sat in her dressing room, hands in her hair as she tried to keep her breathing at ease.

These boys deserved to be safe and happy. Of course they did. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, before feeling them begin to slide down her face. The stress bubble at finally popped, resulting in these tears to fall. All the stress was finally being let out. Her eyes were shut, her face hidden in her arms before the sound of footsteps had snapped her head up.

No, no, no. Do not come in, please, please, please-

Her eyes were shut tightly as the voice of one of the boys rang through the air, just outside of the door. "Medda? Can I come in? It's Jack." Oh, Medda could never deny Jack. She wiped her eyes with a makeup wipe just in front of her, trying to push away the flushed red color that had been on her cheeks due to the tears. "Come on in, Jack." Jack, after a couple of seconds, pushed open the door that had separated him from his mother figure.

Medda remained quiet before hearing the soft click of the door closing behind Jack. Though the boy didn't move forward before he had noticed the red on her cheeks. "Medda? Were you.. crying?" He'd ask, his eyes widening slightly and frowning right after. It took a few seconds for Medda to truly answer before she attempted to cover her shaky tone. "No, dear. Why would I be crying?" She'd ask the brunette, her voice shaking as she spoke. Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest.

"Your face is flushed red. And you're voice." Jack would explain, taking cautious steps towards his mother figure and standing beside her. "What's got ya' feelin' like cryin'? Did we boys do somethin' to upset ya?" He'd then ask, resulting in Medda shaking her head almost automatically. "No, no, no. Not at all. It's just-" She had to take a breath in, standing to her feet.

Walking over to one of her drawers, she would kneel down to take out a paper. The Newspaper Katherine had published about the strike. The photo on it covered all the boys. She held a small frown on her face, taking in a shaky breath before beginning to explain her reasoning.

"You boys, all of you boys, deserve peace. Deserve to feel happy... Deserve to feel safe. And happy. I am only one woman, it's difficult for me to make sure you all are happy, mainly with the Delancy brothers and even Pulitzer. I practically adopted all of you boys into my arms. I just wish you could all be happy."

Medda began to explain, taking a shaky breath in. What she hadn't known was the other boys remaining outside the room, just silently listening in. Race had been leaning against Albert, his ankle a bit busted up, David was quiet, and Crutchie remained where he was, leaning slightly on the wall with his crutch.

Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest as he gently took Medda's hand and pulled her into a hug. "Medda, youse' don't realize how much we appreciate you, do ya?" He'd ask,looking to Medda, who continued to hold a frown on her face. Medda avoided eye contact before hearing yet another one of the boys voice.

"Youse' is the reason majority of us boys stay alive." Race commented, having now entered the room fully with the help of Albert. Between the two, the blonde continued to talk. "Youse' let us use the theater for the rally. Youse' helped us when we were all bloodied and bruised from the Delancy's."

The ginger he was leaning against only smiled at this, nodded in return. "Racer's right. Youse' treat us like your kids, Medda. Even if we's ain't biological. Is that the right word, Davey?" He'd ask the brunette by the door, earning a nod of approval.

Davey kept quiet however, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't know Medda as well as the others, so he stuck to remaining quiet. Though Crutchie spoke with a smile on his face. A smile that spreads like butter, as he'd say. "Youse' the best we could eva' have! All of us boys appreciate it." He'd explain happily, making his way over to Medda, who was now quiet as she looked between all of the boys.

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world. You boys are my children. It's my job to make sure you're all safe and sound."

[stargazer-sims]

The More Things Change...

... the more they stay the same.

Victor and Yuri have grown a lot since their early days together, but no matter how much time passes, some things remain as consistent as ever.

Yuri matured significantly and managed to conquer his paralyzing self-doubt. He runs his own successful communications firm now and is well respected in the business community. But, he still dissolves into a sad little puddle and demands all the attention when he's not feeling well.

As for Victor, he's still working at the hospital and he continues feeling fulfilled by his profession. He likes caring for all his patients and makes their comfort his priority, but the patient who'll always be first on his list of priorities is the clingy and still impossibly cute one he has at home.

Yuri: I’m sorry I’m ruining your day off. I know you wanted to go biking with Davey and Lindsey, but now you’re stuck with me instead.

Victor: I’d rather be stuck with you than with anybody else.

Yuri: Not when I’m ill.

Victor: Any time, no matter what. You know that.

Yuri: I feel bad that you’re missing your adventure because of me.

Victor: It’s okay. The mountain bike trails aren’t about to disappear, and the weather will probably be warm enough for a few more weeks. I’ll have other chances to go.

Yuri: I wish I wasn’t so anxious about being alone. Otherwise, you could’ve gone anyway.

Victor: Honestly, I’m anxious about you being alone when you’re sick, too. Even if you didn’t mind, I don’t think I could’ve just left you.

Yuri: I need you.

Victor: I know.

Yuri: You make it better. I know that probably sounds like a silly thing to say since you can't actually make it hurt less, but you just... make it better. I don't know how to explain it.

Victor: It’s all right. You don’t have to explain anything.

Yuri: Stay close to me. Please.

Victor: I'm here.

Yuri: I was doing so well for so long, but I suppose this was inevitable. They don't call it a chronic illness for no reason, do they?

Victor: I'll take care of you. Don't worry.

Yuri: I know you will, but that doesn't stop me from wishing this wasn't happening.

Victor: Do you think you’d be more comfortable in bed? I can go upstairs with you and we can cuddle for a while if you want. Maybe I could give you a belly rub.

Yuri: I’d really like a belly rub, but I’m not certain I can move. Not until the painkillers start to work.

Victor: That bad?

Yuri: Yes. It's that awful cramping pain, like someone's twisting my insides.

Victor: Do you feel nauseous too?

Yuri: Mm-hmm. I've been feeling uncomfortable for the past few days, but it's gotten quite a lot worse since this morning.

Victor: You didn’t say anything.

Yuri: The pain was manageable, and I've been busy. But I'm worried this might be the start of a new flare-up, and I don't have time for my body to betray me like that right now. I've got too much work to do.

Victor: I don't think your body understands your work schedule, love.

Yuri: *grumbling* Stupid body.

Victor: *laughing* Would it be inappropriate for me to say how ridiculously adorable you are?

Yuri: Probably, but I won't complain.

Victor: Let me know when you feel like you can move. I'll help you upstairs, and I'll take your temperature.

Yuri: Do I feel warm?

Victor: A little.

Yuri: Oh... brilliant. This had better not be another infection, or I'll—

Victor: What?

Yuri: I'll cry. I'll quite literally cry.

Victor: It might not be as bad as you think.

Yuri: What if it is?

Victor: If you have a fever or if you're still in a lot of pain tomorrow, I'll take you to the urgent care clinic. In the meantime, try to rest, okay?

Yuri: Maybe we should go now. I mean, not this minute, but when Caroline gets back from shopping with your mother.

Victor: Do you want me to text Mom and let her know what's up? I'm sure Caroline can have dinner with her and Julian, and hang out there for the evening.

Yuri: No, it's fine. I can wait until she gets back at least, and I think she's old enough to stay by herself while we're gone.

Victor: I don't like the idea of her staying alone, and I'm not sure I can handle being worried about both of you.

Yuri: If anything happens, your parents are across the street.

Victor: You're not concerned at all?

Yuri: Of course, but she's seventeen years old. She needs to be independent at some point.

Victor: I know, but maybe not at this specific point. Maybe we can let her stay on her own for a few hours when you're feeling better, when we can both be available if she needs anything.

Yuri: You know you're being overprotective, don't you?

Victor: You say that like it's bad.

Yuri: It's not necessarily bad. You can overprotect me all you want, but Caroline has a much different temperament than me, and she might not always appreciate being protected as much as I do. I think you need to let go, just a little.

Victor: I don't know. I don't like it.

Yuri: What do you want to do, then?

Victor: I still think she should stay with Mom and Julian.

Yuri: Okay.

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Caroline: I'm back from shopping! I can't wait to show you the cute... Oh! Papa, what's wrong?

Yuri: It's all right, Caroline.

Caroline: How is it all right? Are you sick? You were fine when I left. Was it something you ate, or...?

Victor: Papa hasn't been feeling good for the past few days. It seems it finally caught up with him.

Caroline: You're going to take him to the doctor, right?

Victor: We were just talking about that, as a matter of fact. We decided we're going to urgent care.

Caroline: Urgent care? But that's like, for when it's really serious. Papa, you haven't needed to go there in ages. Not since just after we got back from Sulani last time. That's like, almost two years. This isn't going to be like the times you've had to be in the hospital for weeks, is it? 'Cause those are terrifying.

Yuri: That's what I'm hoping to avoid.

Caroline: Well, if you're going to the urgent care clinic, I'm coming with you. I'll hold your hand while we're waiting, and I'll do whatever you need me to.

Yuri: Well, I guess that's your dilemma sorted, Victor.

Caroline: What dilemma?

Yuri: He didn't want you to stay here by yourself.

Caroline: What are you even talking about? There's no way I'd stay here by myself in this situation. LIke, I'm already freaking out, so can you imagine how much worse it'd be if I was here worrying about you all alone?

Yuri: I thought you might like to have the house to yourself.

Caroline: Maybe if it was just a normal day and I had a few hours to myself to do something fun, but not right now. Maybe you can let me have the house to myself some other time. You know, like when you're feeling better and I'm not losing my mind over all the worst-case scenarios and stuff.

Victor: There's not going to be a worst-case scenario.

Caroline: I'm coming with you so I can hear the doctor say that.

Victor: Because I'm totally not a fully-qualified registered nurse.

Caroline: Victor, that's not what I mean! You totally are, but you know there's a hierarchy or whatever. Husband first, then nurse. And you can't say there isn't, because I've seen you acting even more panicked than me when Yuri's sick, and I know for sure you'd never be like that with your patients.

Victor: I do not panic. I'm one hundred percent calm. Trust me, I'm a professional.

Yuri: I don't think you're convincing her, love.

Caroline: You're not. Now, stop pretending to be a tough guy, 'cause we all know the truth. And don't tell me I'm not allowed to come with you because this is one time I'm not gonna do as I'm told.

Yuri: Oh? Just this one time?

Caroline: Ugh! You guys are so infuriating! How can I even love you so much when you're so annoying?

Victor: We're not going to tell you not to come. I'd like it if you did.

Yuri: I would too. I certainly wouldn't turn down the offer of you holding my hand while we're waiting.

Caroline: I know that's not much. It's not going to fix anything, but I also know you really don't like going to the doctor, so hopefully it'll make the whole thing a bit easier.

Yuri: Don't say it's not much. You might be surprised how much it truly can fix when you know you're with somebody who loves you.

[wren-is-a-wreck]

As promised: pt 2 of my Javey fic (I put a bit more than last time!) part 1 is here

David woke up in his bed to the sounds of knocking on his window. It was storming wildly outside, huge bolts of lighting and claps of thunder that lit the whole bedroom. Davey rubbed his eyes awake, checking if Les was awake. It seemed he’d already gone to stay with their parents for the night. It wasn't the loud thunder Les was afraid of. It was the sheer force of the wind and rain against the house. Davey didn’t blame him. The storm was the worst they’d seen for a while, especially in the city. He just hoped it stopped by tomorrow, so the newsies didn’t have to worry about being electrocuted or drowned on land.

That’s when he heard it again, frantic knocking coming from his window, followed by a muffled voice saying something he couldn't hear over the water pouring down. He rushed over to his window just as another bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the familiar silhouette of a hat. Jack? Here? At this hour? Davey hurriedly forced the window open, letting a soaked Jack tumble through the window to splat on the floor in a cold, wet heap.

“What are you doing? Running around New York at this hour of night? And in this storm-Jack what were you thinking?”

“I try not ta think too hard about most things, but I was mostly focused on tryin not ta drown while runnin.”

“Are you okay? I know you live with Crutchie. Is everything okay with him? He's not hurt?”

“Nah. Crutchie’s fine. His damn leg told him it was gonna storm, so he beat me to the lodging house, along with every otha’ newsie in Manhattan.”

Davey held out hand to the soggy Jack, who was still laying on the floor shivering from the cold. Jack looked at his hand questioningly for a moment, then accepted the other boy’s offer.

“Look Davey, I'm real sorry I came to your house in the middle of the night. It was a real stupid idea, and I can leave if you want me gone. I was hopin that you were awake, with all this thunder and all, but I can tell you weren't. Im sorry”

Davey looked up into Jack’s face, shocked. “Jack, you know you're always welcome here, middle of the night or otherwise!” He looked Jack up and down, then tapped his chin in thought. “Let's get you something dry to wear, and then find you somewhere to sleep, yeah?”

Jack was in the Jacobs bathroom, changing out of his soaked clothes into a shirt of Davey’s, and some thick socks. He was much warmer now than he was when he fell through the window. He still felt terrible for waking Davey up, however surprised he was that Les was still sleeping. Jack opened the door, and padded back to the boy’s bedroom. Davey was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. When Jack stood in the doorway awkwardly, he beckoned him into the room.

"Where's Les?” Jack asked, as he looked around the room taking in the coziness of it all. There were stacks of books everywhere, most likely Davey's doing, along with stuffed animals and small shirts, which was definitely all Les.

“He's sleeping with my parents for the night. He doesn't like the sound of the wind.”

Jack nodded, and sat down next to the blue-eyed boy. Davey looked absolutely exhausted, and his usually tidy curls were a mess.

“Alright, Dave, what's the plan? I don't want to keep you up any longer. No offense, you look like death.”

Davey shoved Jack’s shoulder playfully, then looked at the floor nervously. “I don't know how my folks would take knowing you came here in the middle of the night, so I think the only place my parents won't find you before either of us wakes up is here. You can take Les’ side of the bed. If you want.”

Jack was too tired to argue. And besides, newsies shared beds all the time. It was one of the problems with not having enough room in a small building for a bunch of rowdy teen boys.

“Sounds great, Dave,” Jack said as he rested his head on the other boy’s shoulder. He seemed to tense, then relax under Jack’s cheek.

“You do need to get off of me if we're going to get any sleep, you know.”

Jack groaned, then lifted himself shakily off of his friend. The two boys settled into bed next to each other, both staring at Davey’s ceiling.

I’m so sorry if this one was a bit long… but there’s more! Again let me know if you want to read it

[sunsetseason8910]

Healing That Brooklyn Boy

Ok so here is the ptsd fic that is a spinoff of Them Brooklyn Boys is Big

TW: mentions of violence, PTSD, language, hurt with comfort

"Hey babe," Race said as he walked over to the bed where Spot, his boyfriend, who had been beaten to a pulp a few days prior, sat.

"Hey," Spot grumbled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before wincing, forgetting about his bruises.

"Hey what's wrong?" Race said as he raised his hand to comfort Spot.

He flinched.

The King of Brooklyn flinched. He never flinches.

Race drew his hand back, at a loss for words.

"Sorry," Spot mumbled, looking down.

"Don't be sorry. You were held down and practically tortured less than a week ago. Sure Davey got hit a few times but you..." Race droned off.

"Don't remind me," Spot scoffed, managing a smirk.

"There's my boy," Race said, before slowly bringing his arms around Spot. "You'll get through this. You always do," Race said as he held the shorter boy to his side.

"Damn right I do," Spot mumbled, causing Race to laugh.

"I love you so much," Race whispered into Spot's hair.

"Like, how much?" Spot teased.

"So fucking much. I barely survived without you for five hours that night," Race laughed.

"The world would crumble without me," Spot joked. Although was he wrong?

"damn right it would," Race said, in a sodr voice as to not spook Spot.

"Well how cute is it?" They turned their heads slightly to the door, only to see the starving artist known as Jack Kelly.

"The fuck do you want?" Spot mumbled.

"You love me snd you know it," Jack said as he hung his hat up on a hook.

"Define love," Spot shot back beford they both snickered. "How's Davey?" Spot asked. Davey and Spot were both really good friends despite their differences. Davey was a stressed writer and Spot was a stressed leader. Best friends.

"Oh, still a little shaken up, but not too bad," Jack said to Spot.

Race mouthed above Spot's head, "Same here, its kind of bad,"

Jack's eyes flickered down to the bruised boy on Race's side with a look of pity.

"Don't look at me like that," Spot said. For as long as anyone has known him, he has hated being seen as weak.

"I'l look at you however i want," Jack sneered jokingly.

"I'll kick your ass," Spot threatened.

"Can't wait," Jack joked, before coming over and sitting on the bed in front of the two.

"If I have to look at your face one more second I might just jump off a bridge," Spot joked to his frenemy in front of him.

"I'd like a front row seat, please?"

"Or maybe I'll push you off instead,"

"Whatever you say Spotty," the taller boy teased.

Spot and Jack as frenemies might be my favorite thing ever

[we-are-inevitable]

what anon said!!! putting davey in Situations, gotta be one of my favorite tropes do you always do it excellently.

I wanted to ask; would you ever write something of our favorite guy and a major depressive low? What I find so beautiful about a lot of your work is your portrayal of Jack and the way he loves in light of the things Davey struggles with and I think that the world could use a lot more of seeing that kind of love when it comes to depressive episodes. I think people struggle with that being-present love and it often turns into, like, “i can fix you” type love. It’s difficult to navigate for partners (or even just friends) in the real world and there’s always solace in the ol’ hurt/comfort tag and especially in your writing :,)

hi what if i cry right now. what if i cry

this is so sweet thank you!! i love love LOVE writing davey with major depressive episodes- it's such a juxtaposition to his character, someone who has righteous anger that fuels positivity and progress, and i think that seeing davey- energetic and hopeful- experience such awful lows is devastating. there's this stigma that if you have a pretty negative mental health low, that's your baseline "always," but i think it's so important for people to see that you can go through the can't-get-out-of-bed depression, the can't-brush-my-teeth-for-a-week depression, the i-feel-empty-and-hollow-but-life-has-been-good-to-me depression, and still be positive and hopeful and caring and community-minded and THAT is my davey. that is how i hope to always portray my davey. knowing that even if you can't see a good end, it's there, and it's reachable, even if you can't make it there just yet.

i would love to write more within this davey mindset! my last two fics explore it pretty well- davey not loving himself but liking himself enough to try with jack's support, and davey going through an extreme low that results in an unsuccessful attempt, but with a hopeful end- and i hope that they accurately portray the nuances between hope and hopelessness in a way that is so very davey.

i've always been a big mental health advocate, and if six years of therapy has taught me anything, it's taught me that even if you feel like you're breakable, even if you feel like you can't make it, there's always going to be someone to meet you where you're at. they won't fix you because you don't need to be fixed. but they'll help you through the hard times and celebrate the little wins, and sometimes that's all you need, and that is THEEEE javid dynamic.

thank you for this, anon <33

[muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux]

Ok buckle up cos I'm about to tell you why 92sies Santa Fe hits HARDER than Livesies and Uksies

Not to say that JeJor's Santa Fe doesn't hit hard, it does but for different reasons

First of all, in Livesies we have a Santa Fe (prologue) so we know that it's something Jack dreams of and wants to go there because he's feeling suffocated in New York. And I kind of always read that as a companion song to Carrying the Banner because that one puts Jack in the position of a leader right off the bat. He's feeling responsible for the newsies or at least the ones that live in the lodging house. It also makes sense because viewing those songs together it's clear that while Jack loves the newsies he's feeling like he's got no options no future in the city. He wants a breather, where he is not responsible for others, he's not being chased and put in jail for helping and protecting others. He wants to be the one who is protected. When Crutchie asks him "You got folks there?" He bitterly says "I got no folks, nowhere" and even though he's so defensive about it deep down he wants that. He might not had parents or had abusive parents and ran away from home we don't know that's but it's interesting that even though he says he doesn't need them he still created in his head that image of loving and welcoming comunity. That's why he's so SURE saying "Folks walk up right and say, welcome home son, welcome home to Santa Fe". For me it's incredibly important that he says "son" and "home". That is clear indication that deep down he is yearning for someone to take care of him, take this incredibly heavy burden of his shoulders and let him just be.

And in Santa Fe, he's even more frustrated with not being able to protect others. He lead them to think strike was a good idea and they got hurt. Crutchie is in the Refuge. And it's all. His. Fault. And later on that's why he decides to 'betray' the others because if Jack can protect others, if there is a way to ensure they will be safe he will take it, no matter the cost. And listen Jack isn't stupid, he knows he can never go there because there is no way that a homeless kid selling papers can get himself to Santa Fe but he needs this dream, because his family is here and he needs them to be safe but at the same time he's a KID and he needs to be safe too. And if noone is going to provide for him, well then he'll make up a city made of clay where he'll be free to play, to mess around, where he will be welcome and taken care of.

And in the end he stays in New York because he feels like he doesn't need to be the ONLY one that is responsible for the newsies and is the only one protecting them because the newsies, Davey and Katherine have his back and would do everything for him as well. He's still looked up to but he has definite help now in dealing with everything. He learns to rely on other people to help him and take care of him. That Santa Fe can be people if he lets them.

Now 92sies

Now in 92sies Santa Fe is placed after Carrying the Banner and we only have few comments in between how Jack wants to go to Santa Fe. Also, so far Jack is shown as someone who's looked up to, but mainly because he sells most papers and kind of just is? He's escaped the Refuge and that made him famous but so far in the movie there is nothing to indicate that he's the leader or feel somewhat responsible for the other newsies.

What is important what Jack says in those few comments about Santa Fe that precede the song is that he's got folks there. We can see that David thinks it bullshit and frankly so did I because why would his folks be in New Mexico and he was living in NYC hawking papers? But I say it's important he talks about his parents because the following scene, at the Jacobs is absolutely heartbreaking. Seeing a happy family, that little interactions they have during supper is like a punch in a gut for Jack. That's why he starts with (what always makes my heart twist):

"So that's what they call a family. Mother, daughter, father son. Guess that everything you heard about is true.

So you ain't got any family. Well who said you needed one? Ain't you glad, nobody's waiting up for you?"

And later on he finishes with

"So that's what they call a family. Ain't you glad that you ain't that way. Ain't you glad you got a dream called Santa Fe"

92sies Jack dream is not Santa Fe (neither is Livesies!Jack rather what it represents but it's different for them. Livesies!Jack wants safety and security for himself. He might think it's a little selfish that's why instead of saying it he just makes a whole ass place) it's family. Now you might say that, well Jack had, has and will have the newsies.

Well the thing is, that Livesies!Jack does, he treats them as family and sees himself responsible for them. 92sies!Jack doesn't.

First he's shown as just another kid, the camera focuses on him more of course because he's the protagonist but other than that he isn't much talkative with other boys. At the beginning only Mush asks him "How'd you sleep Jack?" But the others just do their thing and so does Jack.

In the evening when he returns to the Lodging he exchanges greetings with Race, and they are similar in a way. They just do their things. Other newsies either returned to their families or to the Lodging much earlier so it seems and they are the two independent ones who come and go and they please.

Even as a leader I questioned why the hell he's in charge. He seems to know as much about what he's doing as the next guy and he doesn't seem that component doing it. Why not give this role to Kid Blink? Or Mush or Crutchie or Race? (Missed opportunity to make it actually historically accurate but ok) Jack is popular, yes but why? He sells most papers. He escaped the Refuge, sure. (Although if I remember correctly it's not stated explicitly why he was there? Not like Livesies!Jack who was stealing for the kids there) I might be wrong so let me know.

But he's just there. He is part of the group but does not consider newsies his family. He's constantly looking for one and he thinks Santa Fe is the answer. He says "I'm alone but I ain't lonely. For a dreamer nights the only time of day" Santa Fe is security. It's "a feelings that time can never take away".

But 92sies Jack is not so sure that's it's going to be all unicorns and rainbows when he gets there. Unlike Livesies!Jack who is convinced that's the place, or trying to convince himself and Crutchie, Bale says:

"Santa Fe, are you there? Do you swear you won't forget me? If I found you would you let me come and stay?"

Will he also fit in there? Will he find his family? Will he have what the Jacobs have? He had this perfect picture in his head. He and his family, happy and then he's brutally faced with reality, well with Davey's reality and finally see that what he thinks is a pipe dream is normal for others.

+ West Endsies

I think that Michael!Jack intentions are much like JerJors although his Santa Fe is more like a fever dream, he barely makes it up that fire escape and it's not that just he's angry or resigned it's almost as if he can see Santa Fe right there and wants it to take him in into safety but I've only seen Uksies twice and it was a hot minute so if anyone wants to add to that please do

[thecoloursoot]

Hi! Will you tell us your Spot hc's please?

Hey!! Of course I will!! Thanks for the ask :) didn't know what exactly you wanted so you get ramblings, enjoy!!

(So I'm talking about uksies Spot here, in the show they're referred to as they, probably just for Surprise! Its girls! factor but i will be honoring it anyway)

In my mind, Spot came to power by accident, I like to think the Brooklyn girls were a subset of a massive group of Brooklyn newsies but Spot had such a reputation for looking after everyone in little ways that they were just naturally recognised as a leader. Tie someone's shoes here, make sure that one eats there, plait the little one's hair, cover for the sick kids etc. I'm imagining someone asking to speak to the leader of Brooklyn and everyone looks at Spot who's like 'What? Who me???' And that was that.

Spot has a reputation of being scary but honestly when you talk to them you realise they're just extremely chill and extremely protective. They've been hurt in life so their way of protecting is to set their girls on whoever seems like a threat. They're definitely one of those people who everyone is afraid of but if you ask their newspaper regulars they're like 'oh yes Spot, what a sweet kid, always saves me an evening edition'. The epitome of 'don't judge a book by its cover'.

After the strike Spot comes around to visit Manhattan quite a lot and the two boroughs become quite close, they develop a hilarious friendship with Davey who remains terrified of them bc that's just Davey but they also just chat shit together in fluent sarcasm.

Spot does the little ones' hair and then lets them do theirs. Its messy, occasionally painful, but adorble. Thats it thats the hc.

Spot and Race were childhood friends and he thinks it's hilarious that people are scared of them, he pretends to cower every time they meet and Spot acts annoyed but secretly loves it bc they know Race is one of the only people that really knows them.

Middle child vibes. Idk why. The kind that teams up with the eldest to look after the youngest.

Refuses to wear a skirt, ever. If they are given a skirt it will be chopped up.

Spot is angry but not as much as people think, they can't stand it when things are unjust and they have a short temper, but angry is not their default mood.

Uhh I'll post some more as I think of them but,, hope you like these anon!! They're a bit random but I hope you like them 🥰

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Okay so unrequited Javey and Katherine time, it's a bit long but I promise I'm going somewhere with it-

I'm assuming you're familiar with The Truth About The Moon (if not go listen, it's a banger). Ik it was set to be Sarah's song in the movie but bc both Dan and Joey sung it I can only ever envisage it as a duet.

Personally I've always been indifferent to the romance subplot (hence why I vastly prefer Then I See You Again to Something To Believe In), so I would love The Truth About The Moon instead of the eleventh hour song.

A duet between Davey and Katherine, bonding over and coming to terms with their shared feelings for Jack.

They're not entirely unrequited feelings. Jack certainly has some attraction to them both, but he can't quite come to terms with them. Smart schoolboys like Davey and rich working girls like Kath don't wind up with guys like him. When the strike's over and when Mayer's leg is healed and he's got his job back, Jack'll never see them again, that's what he tells himself. He's scared of committing to someone like that because it's so so painful losing one of his brothers, how could he handle someone he loves romantically leaving too?

So Davey and Katherine sing their duet after the rally, before going up to the penthouse together to convince Jack of the Children's Crusade. They know he can't -or won't- love either of them, at least not now, and whilst that's painful they can accept it. Because they'll be there for him regardless, and he'll be there for them

IVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SONG LIKE THAT OH MY GOD

the most I’ve thought is definitely davey singing it solo about jack but this context is killing me. knowing him so well that they know there’s no point, not because they don’t think he could love them back but because they know he won’t, not yet at least. that he’s so complicated and it isn’t that simple and won’t be for a long time and they both see that sort of vain hope in each other and have to come to terms with it together. and they love and care about jack so much that (even if it hurts) its alright that it won’t go anywhere. because they know he has experiences that affect him in ways they can’t begin to understand yet. and just being near him is enough

[frogmanfae]

Okay so I'm currently working on a college au Newsies fic (Javid) inspired by this post in which Davey is married to Oscar Delancey, Oscar is (predictably) abusive, and Davey ends up cheating on him with his best good friend Jack Kelly. I recently finished writing a scene that just feels far too chaotic to properly mesh with the rest of the story and there is no making it any less chaotic, so here it is as a stand alone drabble. I might try to salvage bits and pieces of it, but it just doesn't work as it's written. This is before Davey cheats and he is currently trying to convince himself and everyone else that he is happy in his relationship.

THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEDITED

IT HAS NOT BEEN CHECKED FOR SPELLING, GRAMMAR, WORD CHOICE, OR ANYTHING ELSE

THIS IS JUST ME TYPING AWAY WITH THE SOLE INTENTION OF JUST GETTING SOMETHING STARTED FOR LATER REVIEW

PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND AND DO NOT BASE YOUR EXPECTATIONS OF MY WRITING ON THIS IT IS FAR FROM MY BEST WORK

Below the cut

Ping

Davy stiffens. He didn't tell Oscar he wouldn't be home because he thought he would be back and asleep before Oscar came back. This couldn't be him, it's only seven thirty. No way is he home-

"Oh, it's my sister." Relief washes through him. "My little brother wants to video chat." He glances over at Jack. "You in?"

"In what?" Jack pushes himself to a sitting position.

"Do you want to call my siblings? If not I can always call them tomorrow-"

"No way man I'm so in!" He smiles and takes the blanket he was laying on and wraps it around his upper body. "You wanna go inside for better lighting?"

"Nah, I like it up here." Davey smiles, typing a quick response to Sarah. "They can see fine enough... Probably." He moves so he's sitting next to Jack and nudges him so he can fit under the blanket he has wrapped around his shoulders. They're really close, but it's just for warmth. Of course it is. Warmth and nothing else. So what if the way Jack's body presses against his own makes his head swim just a little bit? He's on a rooftop of a building in New York City, of course he's bound to get a little bit of vertigo. The blanket is small and Jack is warm. It only makes sense to be so close together in the chill of late November after dark.

Davey hesitates for a moment before pressing the call button. "Please don't flirt with my sister."

"What do you take me for, a strumpet?"

Davey blinks. "Yes."

"Yeah that's fair." Jack nods. "You have my word, I don't wanna make 'er uncomfortable or nothin."

"Thank you." Davey smiles as he hits the call button, almost immediately being connected to his siblings.

"Hi David!" Sarah smiles into the camera.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Leshem!" Davey scolds. "Sarah what have you been teaching him?"

"It's not me! I promise!" Sarah holds her hands up. "He asked a good question, though. Where are you? It's so dark that it looks like there are two of you."

"Oh there are two of us." Davey leans closer into Jack's body. For warmth. "This is Jack."

"Howdy!"

"He likes cowboys."

"Love me some wild wild west!" Jack fakes a country accent, making Davey snort.

"Oh so that's the guy who's totally upped your mood?" Sarah teases.

"Shut up he has not!" Davey barks, thankful for the darkness concealing the pink dusting on his face.

"Ouch!" Jack leans away from Davey, effectively taking away both the heat of his body and the blanket.

"Oh my god no!" Davey whines. "No come back! It's too cold!"

"Well clearly if I don't mean nothin to ya-" Jack smirks, barely visible in the lack of illumination.

"No! No you mean the world to me! I take it back!" He laughs, reaching put to grab the blanket.

Jack moves it out of the way. "I'm deeply hurt, Dave."

"Jackie!" He pouts, still smiling. "Come on! I'm sorry! I'm gonna freeze to death!"

"Ugh you're so dramatic." Jack lifts the blanket to wrap it around Davey's shoulders and pull him closer to him anyway. "You're lucky I have a heart."

Davey just about melts into Jack's side, smiling up at him. "Yeah, I am." He focuses back on the screen in his hand. "How have you guys been?"

"Oh my god Sarah has been such a bitch lately!" Les whines.

"Leshem! She's taking care of you! Be nice!" Davey scolds.

"No, he's right I've definitely been a bitch." Sarah nods. "I'm just really tired with midterms and finals and cooking and-"

"And Katherine!" Les shouts.

"Katherine?" Davey raises his eyebrow, though not visible.

"Yeah you remember that girl that she-" Sarah puts her hand over Les's mouth.

"Oh my god, Sarah! You have to tell me these things! I'm your twin! It's like-" Davey hesitates, looking for the right term. "I don't know! The law! Or something!"

"Nothing has happened!" Sarah assures.

Les breaks free from her grasp. "That's not true! I saw them kissing!"

Davey gasps, Sarah waves her hands around. "No no it's not like that! I mean- okay yeah we kissed like one time!"

"I told you about every single time I did anything with Oscar in high school!"

"That's different- I... No that's totally different! Jack do you have a twin?"

"Uhh... Kinda? I got a brother the same age as me but-"

"Good enough. You can agree that kissing someone and not saying anything to your brother is different than having sex and not saying anything?"

"Oh that's not even fair!" Davey gasps. "I told you about our first like twenty kisses too!"

"Gross!" Les exclaims, earning a small shove from Sarah.

"You can go into the other room until we switch topics." She steers him away, knowing full well he'll still listen in.

"I don't tell Crutch when I have sex." Jack contributes. "Just for the record."

"Okay but the first time you have sex with someone you've been crushing on for a while?"

"Nah. That hasn't ever happened to me. My only serious relationship was with this girl in ninth grade and we never made it that far. The only people I've actually really liked since then have been unavailable in some way."

"What about your first first time then?"

"I didn't even know my brother yet. We didn't meet til two or three years after I lost the card."

"You guys are talking about this way too comfortably for two people who have never met." Davey comments.

"Well you hear all about my experiences nowadays, she looks a little too much like you, I guess." Jack smiles.

"Yeah I hear about way more than I'd prefer." Davey shudders.

"Oh, Davey! You don't mean that! You love hearin about when I-"

"Ahhh I'm not listening! I can't hear you!" He curls further into Jack's side in an attempt to muffle the sound since he can't cover his ears and hold the phone at the same time.

"Davey!" Jack laughs.

"Davey?" Sarah arches an eyebrow. "What happened to only letting people call you David or else?"

"Uh..."

"Oh?" Jack gasps. "Ooh! Am I special? Do I get special nickname privileges, Dave?"

"No! You just wouldn't stop calling me that when I told you not to!"

"Oh but you introduced yourself to Buttons as Davey!" Jack bellows, way too excited about this. "Oh this is great."

"Sarah why did you have to say anything?" Davey groans.

"You didn't even let Oscar call you Dave that's why!"

"Oh!" Jack gasps. "Oh I've got privileges even the husband don't got!"

"Your grammar makes me want to jump off of this roof."

"You're on a roof?" Les nearly explodes. Davey isn't sure how long he's been there.

"Why are you on a roof?" Sarah questions.

"Because it's fun?" Davey says.

"That's it? Just because it's fun?" Davey can't quite find the words to describe her expression.

"Since when do you do anything just for fun?" Les asks so seriously that it almost hurts.

"Hey!" Davey frowns. "I'm fun!"

"Yeah and Les is allowed to stay up past ten." Sarah rolls her eyes.

"Ouch!" He leans into Jack's chest. "I'm fun, aren't I, Jackie?"

"Sure are, I don't know what they're talkin about." He smiles down at Davey.

Davey frowns more. "The sarcastic tone you're using wounds me."

[ya9amicide]

The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter eight

♡ newsies masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

The orange glow of a sunrise is reflected in the window. David appears inside, in a modest nightgown. He opens the window and breathes in the morning air. Then he sees Jack hunched against the wall on the fire escape, shivering.

“Did you sleep there?” He asks, waking Jack up. “Why didn't you wake us up?”

“Didn't wanna disturb nobody…anyway, it's like the Waldorf out here…great view, cool air.”

David glances back into his home, thinking. “Go up on the roof.” He pops back inside and she shrugs, climbing onto the roof. 

Jack stretches and something crackles in her pocket–the rally leaflet. She's looking at it thoughtfully as David climbs up behind her, spotting the leaflet. “It’s crazy, you know? It's all getting so big. The family's very worried about me and the boys. And you, too.”

Jack looks surprised. “Your mom and pop are worried about me?”

“The whole family…,” David murmurs. He unfolds a bundle of cloth to reveal a breakfast of bread and milk. He offers it to Jack and she digs in hungrily. “You always say you're moving away when the strike's over. To Santa Fe. I've never been out of the city. What’s it like?”

“You'd like it out there,” she says, talking around the food in her mouth. “They got this big yellow desert and the air's real blue, see, from the sky, and the sun, it's bigger out there.”

David smiles teasingly. “It's the same sun as here.”

Jack swallows the bite. “Yeah, well…it looks bigger.” She chuckles but then pauses. “Not that I been there or nothin'.”

“Guess your parents wrote you about it. Bet you can't wait to see them again.”

She looks away from him to hide what she’s really feeling. “Sure…big family reunion. Soon's I get the dough for the train fare.”

David’s gentle smile quickly turns into a frown. “But…you spent all your money to rent the theater.”

“Yeah, well. Some things is more important than Santa Fe. The strike can’t wait…the boys can’t wait.”

The night of the rally, the place is packed. The band plays and a thundering cheer goes up as Jack, David, and Spot leap on the stage. Jack raises her hand and the noise subsides, the band stops. Everybody looks at Jack in expectant silence. She lets it build for a moment, then– “Carryin' the banner!”

“Carryin' the banner!” The Newsies echo.

The noise subsides and Jack speaks. “We come a long way but we ain't there yet–and maybe it's only gonna get tougher from now on! That means we get tougher too.” The Newsies cheer. “It also means we get smarter! That's why we're gonna listen to my pal David and stop soakin' the scabs-.” They start yelling, cutting her off.

“Whatta we s'pose to do? Kiss 'em?” Racetrack asks.

“I personally wouldn't go that far, Race.”

Spot steps forward, punching his fist into an open palm. “Any scab I see, I soak 'em–period!”

“That's just what they want you to do,” Davis says. “So they can say we're just thugs.”

“I don't care what they say. Some of us ain't made to just take it! I say anybody hurts us, we hurts them worse! Who's with me?”

A large faction roars in agreement; arguments break out as Denton and Kloppman stand by the entrance doors. Behind them, the door creaks, and in slides Snyder. Kloppman sees him and whispers urgently to Denton, who starts moving after him.

Jack starts getting annoyed, wishing her boys would behave better but knowing it’s difficult with so many boroughs in one place. “That's right, start fightin' each other! Prove what the big shots say is true–we're street rats with no brains and no respect for nothin', includin' ourselves!” They start to quiet down. “Here's how it is: we don't stick together, we're nothin'. We don't trust each other, we're nothin'. We don't act together, we're nothin', and we might as well go back to the streets where we belong. What's it gonna be?” She turns her attention to Spot. “Whattaya say, Spot?”

“I say-,” he looks out at the crowd; the expectant faces, waiting, afraid it's all going to fall apart. Then back at Jack. “I say... that what you say... is what I say!” He spits in his palm and they shake. A huge roar goes up and the boys thrust their hands up in triumph. However, the applause isn't for them but for the curtain rising behind them revealing the dazzling vision of Medda, who walks smiling downstage and begins singing.

The song fills the hall as Jack, happy and proud, sees David smiling at her before she gets pulled away. David is watching her until Denton signals him, pointing his finger at Snyder who’s edging closer to Jack, checking the time on his pocket watch. He has a police whistle clutched in his hand. He puts it to his lips  and is about to blow it when Denton moves up behind him to distract him.

David tries to move to Jack to warn her but Race and the others have formed a chorus line and drag him into it. David shouts over the song. “ Jack! You've gotta get out of here! Snyder!” Jack cups her ear to hear him better. “Snyder!”

On the other side of the room, Snyder has had enough and blows the police whistle. Instantly police burst in from every door, all converging on Jack. Immediately she leaps off the stage into the arms of several boys below, then fights her way out the front door.

Jack rushes out and slides to a stop the mounted police form a half-circle cutting her off. From behind them, Weasel, the Delanceys, and a handful of thugs move through the horses towards her. Jack has no choice and she turns and races back into the theater. She darts past the cops back down the aisle where Snyder is waiting for her at the foot of the stage, crouched like a football player. As he starts to pounce on Jack David flies off the stage onto his back.

Snyder stumbles around as David hangs on in a wild piggyback ride. A cop pulls him off and hurls him to the floor. Weasel and his thugs burst in the doors, clubs swinging. The Newsies scatter, trying to escape, but at each exit door more cops are moving in.

Denton, horrified, shouts at the cops to stop when a thug cracks him on the head and he staggers, bloodied. Spot, Race, Boots dart into the wings and start working the pull ropes.

Cops converge on Jack at the foot of the stage, backing away, she leaps on stage desperately looking around when she hears Snyder behind her. “Show's over, Cowboy.”

She turns to see Weasel and the Delanceys grinning at her, clubs in their hands. They start toward her and suddenly disappear straight down the trap door that's suddenly opened beneath their feet. Jack sees Spot at a lever in the wings.

“Curtain goin' up, Jack!” Race yells. Race and Boots jerk the ropes of the fire curtain and Jack leaps for it as it starts to rise.

“Try to reach the skylight!” Boots tells her.

Cops leap for Jack's legs as she rises above them heading up into the flies. She hangs on, thrusts one fist into the air and shouts, “Carryin' the banner!”

In the theater, the battered Newsies cheer, heartened. Cops are trying to herd them out. David cheers for Jack as he watches her rise while Officer MacSwain maintains his grip on David’s arm.

Suddenly, Weasel climbs out of the trap and hurls his cudgel. It sails end over end and hits Jack in the side. Losing her grip, she plummets into the mass of cops and is engulfed in blue uniforms.

[zarkishere]

alright, here it is :

Why deaths matter in stories, a Zark Rant ™ (With spoilers, obviously)

(I always value opinions, so feel free to rb or comment!)

I think it shouldn't need to be said that I LOVE the Callander brothers, so of course I wish we had more content on them, given my pinned, but... I'll say it anyway.

I'd love to know where they're really from, personality, looks, etc. Although I think we can gather a little bit from the few interactions we have about them, like Mac being someone quick to anger and Davey being very prone to addictions; gambling and alcohol as an example. Jenny having a 'spark' which I think means she was sassy and quick-witted, but that's just my opinion. I still WISH we knew more about the three of them, but their deaths (and the rest of the deaths in the game) MATTERED. EVERY death in EVERY piece of media SHOULD matter. You can't kill a character just because.

The thing is, I've seen a few people say (Unironically, let me add) that their deaths meant nothing...which....what??? Did we play the same game?

Let's start by stating the obvious; if nothing happens in a story, as in, no characters die or someone gets hurt or ANYTHING happens...you don't have a story. A good story has a good conflict, it needs tension, it needs something to move the plot. In rdr2...there's a lot of shit going on....the law are after the gang, the wapiti's problems, problems WITHIN the gang, etc...

Given some interactions, it could be theorized that issues with Dutch being a little 'erratic' per se has happened before. Arthur seems to think it'll just go back to normal, that they just have to wait for Dutch to go back to 'normal' (Which is a little scary ngl. One of your surrogate parents getting mood-swings that end in people dying being 'normal'...god bless you Arthur Morgan <3)

I won't talk about it further, cause there's enough people talking about it, but Dutch probably has BPD or another sort of personality disorder that makes him like that...

Why am I talking about this? well, by the time we're playing as Arthur, Dutch is slowly going deeper and deeper into this 'manic' state (I'm using that word in quotes because I'm unsure of what other word to use, I apologize if I'm using it incorrectly.)

Why? Well, there's a good few reasons, but one of them is the ferry job.

It's the Callanders and Jenny's death. It's the fact that it went SO DAMN WRONG that they were cornered, and he nearly lost everything. We don't know exactly what happened, but it ended in him listening to Micah AGAIN (Even after all that shit going wrong. And he continues to listen to Micah again and again...) and killing a young girl in what was, apparently, a 'bad way'. He didn't listen to Hosea and Arthur, and it almost cost him his own life. It costed him much more, too.

You may say whatever you want about Dutch, but at the start of the game, he at least SEEMED to truly care about his gang members. Sure, he was already a little paranoid, but he even saved Sadie. He could've left her. He left John and Arthur at the end, his own sons, so why not leave her back then? Because he wasn't down spiraling just yet. He was his more 'normal' self, the caring and sweet leader everyone followed. The man that they all praised. Later on in the story the ferry job, his friends deaths, his best friend's (if not more) death and just all the stress put on his shoulders weighed him down to his knees, and all he could look up to was Micah, the one person praising him so much his ego inflated into a balloon he THOUGHT would bring him up again. It did not. Their death were a sign the gang was gonna start to fall apart. It was a sign that listening to Micah would only end in pain and suffering...and Dutch didn't listen. He never does. He cared. Their deaths struck him. And then more people died, and more shit went wrong, and MORE shit went wrong and--

In the words of someone I talked this with : " There's an entire story for a reason. The plot exists for a reason. If you want to create a fix-it, that's fine. You want to revive characters, that's fine! But never forgot the true point of the game. Their time was very short, but their deaths had an impact, and to so bluntly go "It meant nothing" ouhh. ..Ouhhh.. OuhhohjgI WILL FIND UOU "

( they suffered LOL ) ( ly Sye <3 )

So...yes, their deaths mattered. Not only Dutch suffers from it, too. Arthur always tries to stay calm around Jack, dimming down situations to keep him happy (Which is admirable, given the amount of shit that poor kid sees.), yet he is visibly FUMING when the agents talk about Mac's death, he even throws his rod to the sand. Arthur solemnly mentions Davey while they're playing poker. Bill talks about Mac with obvious care. Sean says it's a shame they died, Lenny misses Jenny and Hosea talks about her fondly, Karen mentions her to Javier.... You get my point? To these characters, they weren't just fictional, they were people they lived with for who knows how long, people they eat together with, people they shared emotional moments with...and even though it's clear the Callanders weren't the best of people, they were missed. After so much shit happens, the gang has barely any time to grieve their companions. Yet they do. Mostly silently, perhaps, just a chat or two to not break down completely. But no one is forgotten. Everyone is buried. Everyone is talked about. I'm unsure how to end this...so....uhm...thanks for coming to my ted-talk LOL.

might go on a rant about the Callanders and their importance cause ive seen too many people be like " oh i wish they were more than just oops dead characters " like please lets put on our thinking caps

[davidshawswife]

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Part 3!!!!!!! IT'S DONE! I didn't think I would actually finish it. Ngl I feel very proud of myself. my commitment issues ran out the door when I started this series. I hope you all enjoy the final part! thank you for reading! also shout out to @gavinsdeviant for always being there if I needed any help Love you hun.

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Angels pov

Angel woke up with a killer headache. Groaning as they opened their eyes. To say they felt like shit would be an understatement. They drank more than they would like to admit. Yesterday was the exact date Angel and David broke up. Three months ago.

Their memory hazy. Fog filling their mind. Deciding to get out of bed and get a glass of water. Angel looked to their side. Seeing the bed David less. It still felt weird. After 3 months they thought they would get used to the feeling of always missing him. But they hadn't.

Angel needed to here David's voice. Deciding they would call him. Desperate. They were desperate to talk to him.

They held the phone to their ear waiting for him to pick up. Angel looked at the time realizing he was probably asleep. But unable to just hang up they left a message.

Angel dragged in a deep breath before starting.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...'' they had gotten mostly used to always seeing memories of them with David. They never left. The memories always ran in their mind unable to stop.

''reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore..''

They let out a shaky breath. ''and I wonder if I ever cross your mind." chuckling they whispered. "for me it happens all the time.''

They were going to let it out. Everything that Angel had been bottling up for the past few months. They were going to say it.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-'' they sniffed "I need you.. now. I need you now Davey. I told myself I wouldn't call but I lost all control and.... I really, really need you." Angel sobbed.

David's pov

David laid on his bed. staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. Last night Did not go as planned. He had a whole speech he was going to say. He was going to win his Angel back. And then everything would be fixed and his heart would be put back together. But he had that fucking meeting to attend and by the time it finished they would have already been asleep.

He sighed when his phone started ringing. Deciding to just leave it to ring. Who would call him at-

"Hi Davey-''

No. No. No. There was no possibility that Angel would be calling him. But fuck he couldn't forget that voice. He sat up straight. Staring at his phone like it was holding an axe.

He heard their shaky breathing. His heart galloping at the sound. They sounded like they were about to cry.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...''

What?

"reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.."

I'm always here Angel, always.

"and I wonder if I ever cross your mind..."

All the damn time baby.

He heard them chuckle. But not of humor.

"for me it happens all the time.'' they said in a low whisper. He almost didn't register it.

Why were they calling? Were they in trouble? Were they hurt?

The thought alone had his breathing shallow.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-" he heard them sniff "I need you-''

That was all it took. 3 simple words and David was on his feet frantic searching for his clothes. If they needed him he was there no questions asked.

Sprinting toward his car. Phone in hand. Call unanswered. As they went on about needing him. And he knew. Right then. He would always be there. With whatever they needed.

He was driving like a maniac. But desperation filled his soul with the need to get back to Angel.

"I can't stop looking at the door. I keep waiting for you to burst through and hold me. God, I want to be back in your arms..."

I want you back in them.

"I need you... Please, please. Come here please-" they sobbed.

No. Don't cry baby. Not over me. Never over me.

''I'm sorry, that I'm a burden to you... But I really fucking need you, Davey please."

Never. You could never be a burden.

"I still love you. Always have, always will..."

I love you more than you can imagine Angel.

The car came to an abrupt halt as David reached Babe and Asher's apartment. Sprinting. Taking two steps at a time he was beyond desperate to get to angel. Nothing could stop him.

Angels pov

They dropped their phone at the sudden sound of banging against the apartment door. They slowly made their way over to the door. Who would be here at one-forty five in the morning.

They gasped at the realization. No. It couldn't be David. He didn't answer their call so he had to be asleep. There was no way. Still there was a little spark of hope brewing inside them.

Angel opened the door with hesitation. Gasping as they saw David standing there. His chest heaving. Like he had just been running.

"Come here.'' He whispered. Pulling them tightly to his chest. He buried his face in their hair.

Angel reveled in the feeling of David's arms around their waist. Their face pressed up against his chest. It felt good. They felt good. They felt.... Home.

David took their face in his hands. Wiping away the tears that escaped.

Angel whispered. Lost in the moment. "Davey-"

"No. wait.... Let me-" he took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. "Let me say this first.... It has been a long 3 months... I'm sorry, Angel..." he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Fuck, you have no idea how sorry. I never should, I-"

"I know... It's okay-''

His voice hoarse and raspy as he whispered "It's not. I don't know what happened to me.... But baby I'm back. Your David is back... He's not going anywhere. I promise. And I vow to you never to break that promise again..''

Angel nodded gripping David's t-shirt pulling him closer. His arms sinking to their waist pulling them closer.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked aching to join their lips.

Angel nodded. "Do you really have to ask?''

The shifter chuckled. "I suppose not...''

David slowly tipped his head down. bringing Angel in for a soft and slow kiss. Sparks flying between them as He pressed their body against his deepening the kiss.

They broke apart gasping for air.

"I want you angel for worse or for better... And I know after everything you might not be ready... But I would wait... For you I would wait forever...."

Angel grinned "where did 'David no mushy bullshit Shaw' go?" pulling out their best mimicking of David's voice.

He let out a hefty chuckle. "Just let me do this you little snot.... I lost my mind and I hurt you. I'm beyond sorry.... But I am better now, Angel. Give me another chance. Please, baby, I can be the man you want me to be..."

"I love you, Angel. That will never change. I am yours for as long as I breath. And I can only hope that-" he let out a shaky breath "-you will be mine in return.''

"I have and will always be yours David Shaw." Angel whispered brushing their lips against David's.

They grabbed the back of his neck. Pulling him down for a deep hungry kiss. The kind that makes you see stars. The kind that draws you into a trance. The kind you never want to stop. Like they had been deprived of each others taste for months. They had.

But now they were back. They were hom-

Asher sighed a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Took you long enough.''

That's it the series is done. I love you all. I send blessings. If you have any requests feel free to message me. I promise I'm a nice person. lol anyway. I really hope everyone enjoyed this series. good day or good night.

[sunsetseason8910]

Them Brooklyn Boys Is Big Pt. 3

Here we go! its currently too late for me to be mentally stable, therefore please do not hold mentally stable me (if she exists) accountable for whatever I do to these characters in this series. I love you all!

don't worry I'll (probably) give this a happy ending

TW: Violence and Language, as usual, it's gonna get really graphic in this one, so if violence isn't your cup of tea, don't drink this. seriously don't. I'm not mentally ok. :)))

"I would hate for you to end up like this one," The man pointed to Spot. "It's a shame, I had always liked him when I was the Manhattan leader, although back then, Spot was only second in command. But that's besides the point. If you want to ever see your lover boy again, then he's gonna have to hand Manhattan over to me. And if that doesn't work," He pointed something at Spot, " I'll get in as second in command through him," The man added.

It took a moment for Spot to notice, but the man was pointing a gun at him. Davey must have noticed seconds later, because he said, "If you shoot him, you'll be creating a war with the biggest borough of newsies," Davey said through his fear.

"Oh, I won't shoot, I just need to make it look like I will. He walked over to Spot and Davey, before hitting both of them in the head with the butt of his gun. And once again, they were unconscious.

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Jack and Race had both been waiting for their boyfriends to show up at the deli for two hours now. "Spot should have gotten here by now," Race said worriedly. "I mean he lives in Brooklyn, It's a lot more dangerous there, he could have gotten hurt or killed," Race rambled.

"Hey, I'm sure they're both fine. Let's round up all the boys to go looking for them. I'm sure they're in the same place in Brooklyn and just lost track of time," Jack replied, trying to calm his best friend down, despite the worry he had himself.

"Why would Davey be in Brooklyn?" Race asked, not convinced with Jack's excuse for their missing lovers.

"Spot gave him clearance to sell there ever since they became friends after the strike," Jack was right. Spot and Davey had become friend after the strike. They were both stressed out teenagers with a major case of burnout, of course they took a liking to each other.

"You're right. Let's round oup the boys, we won't leave Brooklyn untill we find them. I'm sure the Brooklyn newsies are already looking for Spot, so we'll have to find them before it's too late, right?' Race asked, praying they would find Spot and Davey.

"Them Brooklyn boys is big, they've probably got a newsie on every neighborhood. We'll find them," Jack replied. Jack was trying so hard to be the rock that Race needed, because that rock was usually Spot. And there was no Spot in sight.

Jack and Race rounded up the Manhattan boys, and they all fled into Brooklyn. They found the Brooklyn newsies searching as well, every corner and alley being searched. there was no way they couldn't find them, right?

Omg I poured my blood sweat and tears into this part, hope you liked it. I will tag part four down below once I have it posted.

pt. 4 T.B.B.I.B

[we-are-inevitable]

Being the self-proclaimed Davey expert that you are do you have any Parent!Javey headcanons?

ohohoho do i EVER not have parent javey headcanons

okay so my FAVORITE trope: single dad Jack meeting and falling for Davey, who has no children.

i like it when they're pretty young; teen dad!Jack is also a personal favorite, so jack having a 5 year old at the age of 22/23 is standard for me.

ive also talked about this EXTENSIVELY with @tarantulas4davey; love you chandler <33

anyway, regardless of the backstory, i feel like the usual thing is Jack being the goofy fun dad and Davey being the serious one, but personally i just ,, think it would be the opposite? kind of?

hear me out: Jack had a rough childhood. this is canon, and i like to play around with reasons for it- family death, parent in prison, death of both parents, jack in juvie, etc.- but i feel like no matter what, his own shitty childhood would make him hypervigilant about his parenting style.

he WANTS to be the "fun dad", but he's paranoid that he's either not good enough or that his child will get hurt, and sometimes- not all the time- this manifests into a somewhat overbearing attitude.

Davey, on the other hand, is a product of an overbearing attitude like that. he adores his family, he really does, and his parents are the kindest people on the planet, but they can be a lot sometimes. they don't really get the balance between being friends with your kids and actually parenting; they stick to the strictly "parents" side and, because of this, david doesn't have the best relationship with them until he's an adult himself. their relationship isn't bad by any means growing up, though; it's just hard to relate to them.

therefore: Davey makes a conscious decision to be the "fun" parent. it's a lot of work, because he's naturally more introverted, but Dad!Davey is spontaneous and exciting and down for anything, really. not to day he can't be serious, because he can, but he grew up with seriousness 24/7 and wants his (step)children to have a fun, happy childhood.

basically, Jack and David want one thing: to give their child the childhood they never had. Jack never had a stable, serious environment, and David never had the chance to be a kid, make mistakes, and have fun. they balance each other our perfectly.

some more miscellaneous thoughts:

neither of them are "dad"! my hc for Jack is that he's latino, so he's either Papá or Papí- either one works for him. Davey is Aba, bc it's Hebrew for father (at least, that's what it sounds like orally; the Jewish members of my family always call their father Aba, so this might not be a universal thing, but i digress)!!

they're very frank and upfront about everything: medical history, mental health issues they struggle with, financial things; all in a very age appropriate manner, of course, but as their kid grows older, theres a shift from:

"Papí's just feeling sad today. Sometimes being sad can feel really big, okay? Big sad days like this don't really last long. I'll be okay, mija."

to:

"My doctor put me on medication for my depression last week. I'm okay, but, baby, if you ever feel like medication is something you want to consider, don't hesitate to tell me or Aba, okay? There's nothing shameful about it. We're both here for you, mi vida. Promise."

they're just so open about Everything bc they know that it's a surefire way to teach 1) open communication 2) healthy boundaries and 3) bodily autonomy

they really are the best dads they can be. they may not be perfect, but their children are loved. they really do raise emotionally intelligent little humans !! it's crazy !!

thank you so much for this ask !!!