#thanks davey ily!!!!

[pigeonwit]

rbr questions!!

What’re your favourite parts :0? Anything you’re excited for?

literally any fun facts about florence i love her :0

ough excellent questions davey ty!!

1. i am EXCEPTIONALLY proud of the 'stillborn' passage. the whole 'aging backwards' idea is one thats always lived in my head since i was a kid and it felt so good to finally put it to paper. the passage about how davey stores words for people is also a favourite, though heavily inspired by alys conrans 'pigeon'. im also quite fond of the group scene at jacobis before jack shows up - i wasnt previously, but the response to it has made me appreciate it a lot more. and i really love all of florences scenes, she is SO fun to write. as for what im looking forward to, there is obviously going to be a conversation between florence and davey about what happened, and im very excited for yall to see it - pairing florences absolute no-nonsense, say-it-like-it-is mentality with daveys avoidant tendencies makes for a very fun dynamic that doesnt let davey run away from the problem anymore. im also very excited for the inevitable conversation between jack and davey, and - no spoilers - a few domestic scenes that come after in the epilogue. its comforting to write davey as a person again.

2. fun facts about florence! her parents are middle-class progressives who are readying her to take a position in her fathers publishing business, hence why florence doesnt see any problems in a potential courtship with davey; neither she nor her parents think it necessary for her to marry a wealthy, providing man, just one with good intentions. she has a cat named Chief Mouser Percival (or just sir percy for short, but you must remember the sir or he gets quite upset); when she was a little girl though, she had a worm-heap in the garden who she considered her pets. her favourite book is jane eyre, and while she finds mr rochester far too byronic for her tastes, she is eager to find the benedick to her beatrice, someone who is able to challenge her with intellectual argument. while she is in the privileged position of not being pressured to marry, and while she does know that a relationship is not the be-all-end-all for her, she does have a lot of insecurity around being just a bit too off for anyone to really like her - she knows shes right, she knows shes allowed to demand a good life for herself and advocate for her wants and wishes, she knows being a girl doesnt make her property, but it gets quite lonely when everyone around you acts like thats ridiculous. given that davey was more on her wavelength than anyone she'd met before, she's taking the whole situation quite hard. they will discuss things and bury the hatchet and florence will get her appreciation! just. not quite yet. everyone's suffering at this point.

[jack-kellys]

OOUGHGHHHH CAN U MAYBE DO ,, WHO DID THIS TO YOU ,,,, W JAVEY ,,, PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC WHATEVER FITS THE VIBE IDK ,,,,

also unrelated sidenote i accidentally misread "soup for the sick" and thought it said "soup for the dick" and i was like yknow what? yeah sure. before i reread it and realized what it actually said LMFAO

soup for the dick as a bad things happen event.. hmm

ao3 series is here, and u can request a trope from these. let's get into it.

David isn’t one to stay over at the lodge. It’s not a simple thing to head all the way to his family’s small apartment, give them the news, and head all the way back afterward. Usually it’s rather late when he gets the chance to, and consequently hard to prove to his parents why he should stay out instead.

So this time, he doesn’t tell his parents.

Today marks the last day of Jack’s first week as an artist at the World. Sometimes he gets out early enough to sell the evening, or sometimes he goes in late enough to sell the morning. Today was a morning sell day, so David hasn’t seen the boy all day, and he should be seeing him… about thirty minutes ago, approximately. 

David sits on the lodge’s steps inside, feeling like an overgrown weed as other kids tumble up and down past him as they come down for or finish up their suppers. Maybe it’s childish to wait up for the other, and Jack could have easily gotten caught up with something at a place like that with all these fancy people. Maybe Katherine is simply introducing him to some people, or something. 

“I ain’t like it either,” snaps David from his thoughts, and he glances up and behind him at the stairs’ landing. Crutchie’s pulling himself out of the window there, so he must have been up on the roof. He gives David a small smile. “You’re waiting for him, right?”

“Yeah,” David half-grumbles. At this point he and Jack’s…tendencies toward each other were quite apparent with the Lower Manhattan newsies, so he supposes he shouldn’t be too embarrassed about being obvious. “He’s not usually this late, not after office stuff.”

Crutchie bends down with a balance and strength David can only wish he had, pushing his crutch toward David. David crawls up a stair or to and takes it leaving Crutchie free to hop down with the railing. 

“I know,” Crutchie agrees. “And, I mean. He knows this’s the one time to see you today?”

David bites lip, giving a slight nod.

“Then I really ain’t like it,” Crutchie chuckles, though his eyebrows furrow. David smiles his nervous appreciation at the other. “Look, Dave, I’m sure he’ll be here soon. He’s probably thinkin’ all about how you’re sitting here sighin’ to yourself as you stare out the front window.”

“Crutchie,” David mumbles, feeling his face heat up. He’s not as much sighing and batting his eyes as he is gripping the fabric of his slacks and trying to slow his mind down from the top speed it wants to run at. “I’m worried.” 

“Me too,” C assures, tossing an arm over David’s shoulders once he sits himself down. David leans into the other, frowning to himself but glad to no longer wait alone.  

‘Alone’ quickly becomes a luxury as another twenty minutes slips by. The volume in the building has reached its exponential climax upstairs- most of the kids have washed up after dinner and plenty of them will be heading downstairs to the supper tables again to play cards and other games before lights out. 

“Move, Davey!” is demanded of him by 14-year-old JoJo, and David looks up to see her hands on her hips, expectant. Crutchie remains seated, also giving David an expectant look. David does as told. 

Children bounce down the stairs, followed up by Racer, Specs, and Albert, who pause when they see David and Crutchie. 

“Jack ain’t show?” Albert sighs, shaking his head. “Jeez.” 

“I haven’t heard anything from anybody, either,” Specs supplies. “No one’s seen him since the morning edition- not enough to know where he’s at now.” 

So a longer length of time than David had thought. His mind starts running at the speed it wanted to, gaze sliding to Racer’s. They had to start searching.

Racer nods, thankfully reading David’s mind as he heads down the rest of the stairs. “Let’s go, come on.” 

David jumps up instantly, feet wanting to move by now after far too much waiting, but movement outside of the front door stops both of them. 

“Great timing as always, Jackie,” Racer mutters to himself, but the door opens, and it’s Katherine, eyes shockingly wide, door still concealing most of her body.

“Kath?” David says, coming up to the door to open it for her. “You okay? Where’s-”

And then he opens it all the way. 

Jack Kelly is pressed desperately into her side, his arm slung over Katherine’s shoulder as she clearly holds most of his weight. Both his eyes are half closed, one clearly by someone’s hard fist as the bruise around it purples part of his wide nose, smearing half the boy’s face in the color. His lip’s busted, blood only starting to congeal as past drippings of it still line his chin. His cheek’s split, the knuckles David can see are bruised and open, who knows what’s under his shirt, someone's touched his hair. 

David’s stiffened, he realizes, as he knows everyone’s gaze on him. His eyes are only on Jack, blindingly on Jack, edges turning red, especially when Jack grins. 

“Davey…” he says, smiley, too smiley for David’s liking, “you’re still here, ‘s good, good. Wanted to see you, so Kath- Kath go’me here.” 

“Kath,” David says, steely, softly.

“Yep,” she replies, and David takes Jack’s other side, the both of them carrying Jack through the door together in silence, save for Jack’s sharp intakes of air every few steps. 

The thing about the main floor is that it is small and filled with tables. The thing about nearly every bed in the building is that they’re up a flight of stairs. Long ago, David figures, this problem was recognized and a couple mattresses were tossed down the stairs to live in the back of the main floor. This also means David and Katherine are forced to drag Jack’s corpse-looking figure to said mattress, and the last person to occupy it had been Splasher after the strikebreaking.

Every single kid in the building watches as David and Katherine move Jack to the back, eyes huge. Race, Specs, and Albert speed ahead to start pulling tables back and out of the way, and Crutchie follows, speaking softly to a few more vocal newsies to calm them down. It’s more quiet than David’s ever experienced in the usual madhouse of noise the lodge is. 

Slowly, he and Katherine lay Jack down on his back, and Kath immediately turns to him. 

“I just found him like this, right outside the main building,” she says, words hurried and brows crumpled into a deep crease. “I don’t know if someone tossed him there or- or if it happened right out in the open and I had no idea- I- I was working late and I’m- his ribs are busted up too, I checked. I didn’t know how else to- where else to go.”

“Right place,” Race says with a curt nod. “I’m gonna grab Mush, this’s… a whole operation.” 

He zips off, leaving still too many bodies around David and Jack when Jack is hurt and David’s chest is about to fucking burst with the fact. 

“Uh,” he lets out quickly, suddenly, his mouth motoring without his permission. Crutchie, Kath, Albert, Specs, everyone in the room looks at him. “Can you-” David stops himself. He won’t get anywhere if he asks. “Move, guys. Move, for a minute.”

It’s callous, he knows, and demanding, and maybe even unfair. They’re all worried, just like David.

They move. Katherine squeezes his shoulder, and Crutchie gives himself one last look at Jack, but they all move. It’s just Davey and Jack. 

David looks down at the other again, gaze withering. Carefully, his fingers touch the safest parts of Jack’s face, and Jack just barely turns toward him. 

“Who did this to you,” David demands, clear, enunciated, burning.

Jack watches him as much as he’s able, but he deliberately looks away after a few moments, delirious smile dimmed.

“Y’know those’m, those… friends I said I made? At the World?” he mumbles out. His lip quirks, since he’s about to admit something, and David finds a kerchief in his pocket to wipe the boy’s lip quickly. “They.. ain’t my friends, ‘s f’sure, Davey.”

“No they would not be,” David tries to agree softly, but it comes out of his mouth argumentative, maybe. Jack gives him a smile, covering a wince- David catches his hand trying to find his ribs. 

“You look like you’re gonna do something stupid,” Jack hums. 

“I don’t- have.. a look that indicates that,” David spits out. 

“If you’re gonna do it,” Jack continues, and there’s this look in his eye that tells David that Jack is just as angry as he is, “bring someone.”

David brings Race. 

He gets a general description from Jack as the night goes on, Mush having peeled back Jack’s shirt to ice his ribs and stitch up the cut in Jack’s cheek, and Kath points the two boys out to Race and David the next day. It’s kind of a team effort, sure, but to David the effort isn’t done until his fist is in someone’s gut. 

Things have made him feel ugly inside before, it isn’t that unusual for him, but this ugliness is hot and flaming and demanding action. And in the name of the boy David thinks he loves, he’ll let it the hell out. Race’s dark smirk only encourages it. 

He and Race surprise the boys, catching them on their way home. David hasn’t been in many fights since the strike, in all honesty, but he’s had to fend for himself at school as the new resident working boy in his classes. 

David doesn’t let himself think. If he thinks, he’ll stop, and that’s probably the better option, so David has to ignore it. He’s doing the stupid thing, he brought someone, and they screwed up one of Jack’s braids and beat his face in and–

He forgot how much it hurt to hit someone…

David shoves one of the guys into the alley as Race does, and his knuckles find his guy’s nose- once, twice. He earns one to his jaw, and he tries not to reel in surprise, because Race isn’t- Race takes his punch to the ribs he receives and hits back two times quicker as if to erase the action as a whole. 

David isn’t fast in that way, but he’s damn tall, and he takes his target’s shoulders and drives him against the wall, nailing him in the gut while he holds him there. The boy tries to rip David’s grip away, but David practically slams him back as a knee-jerk reaction. His eyes widen at himself, but it’s fine, it’s an opening. He runs his fist into the boy’s cheek. 

“David,” Race hisses after what must be a while, and David’s attention snaps up and over at the other. He nods, and they both drop what they’re doing and scram.

They slow to a quick walk after a few blocks, and Race grins, slapping David’s chest. The boy’s sporting a bruise by his temple, and David thinks he remembers Racer’s head hitting the brick wall.

“You gotta tell Jack! Davey, I never seen you fight like that,” Racer says, beaming at David- proud of him. David can’t help sending a tiny smile back.

“I know that was- uh- well, very reckless, and unbelievably stupid, so,” David sighs out, “thank you.” 

“Yeah, man, I got you,” Race nods. “For Jack, yeah?”

David finds himself nodding, vigorously, not thinking. Not needing to think.

“For Jack,” he echoes. 

The lodge welcomes them back heartily, and David can see Jack sitting up on the mattress in the back, which he should not be fucking doing. He ignores the cheers and rushes over to him.

“What are you doing?” he hisses. “Didn’t Mush say you shouldn’t sit up on your-”

Dark, cherry-colored lips press to his, sudden and silencing. David can feel the cut on Jack’s bottom one with his tongue when he pulls away. 

“You’re nose’s bleedin’” Jack whispers, smirking. David wipes it quickly.

“Uh, sorry,” he lets out, blinking at the other. 

“Did you get ‘em good?” Jack asks, looking up at him, a little differently. Jack’s gaze keeps slipping downward just a tick. David nods slowly.

“I think we did, yeah,” he confirms. “Race was a great help.”

He sits himself next to Jack, even though the boy should really lay down. Instead, Jack shifts himself against David, making himself comfortable. David’s arm slips around his waist.

“You really…care, about me,” Jack says softly. 

“Of course I do,” David nearly scoffs. “Jack. I-”

“This’s something else, Davey, yeah? Somethin’ new?”

David thinks about the burning, and the ugliness- how Jack’s pain had made him feel ugly inside, not just Jack. How he didn’t even think.

“Yeah,” David says. “You okay with it?”

Jack gazes at him again. One of his eyes is officially swollen shut, but the other is wide open, burning with something beautiful.

“Yeah,” Jack smiles. David returns it, without a thought. 

[the-penguinspy]

MUSIC ASK MUSIC ASK MUSIC ASK: 1, 6, 17 (this is targeted), 28, 30

1. A song you like with a color in the title

was gonna say colors by halsey but alas i will stay within the parameters of the question - blu by jon bellion :)

6. A song that makes you want to dance

[chad from high school musical voice]: i don't dance.

it's more like, i can't really dance? i don't have a good sense of rhythm when dancing so i'm a shy and bit self-conscious of where my flailing limbs go. but at home when im by myself, i'm dancing along to feels like i'm in love by kelly marie. the dance dance revolution scene in imagine you & me cemented that song as a Certified Dance Song™ for me, and it always makes me feel happy because i remember how much fun luce and rachel were having 🥰

17. A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke

there's only ONE correct answer to this question and it's summer nights from grease. Obviously. sang exactly like in the video :)

28. A song by an artist with a voice that you love

i recently discovered laufey and i am absolutely in looooove with her voice my god. so velvety and smooth and round, and man what a lovely timbre she has. give her song from the start a listen - i love how she enunciates her words, it goes very well with the percussive beats of the song.

30. A song that reminds you of yourself

answered here! but hmmm another song... i miss you by mamamoo. the cover art for the video on youtube looked super gay and it was in black and white too. pair that with the yearning in the singer's voice and whammo! you've got a sad, emotional (breakup?) song that was very formative to babygay!Penguin. i hadn't dated anyone yet at that time but that song was just so well-executed that it felt like i was yearning for my non-existent ex lmao

[we-are-inevitable]

Your ask box is my kingdom, I am taking it over

But anyway I so badly want your thoughts on Jack and Davey in my college prof au please please please I know I haven't spoken about it on tumblr yet except from a little bit but I love your Javid so yeah

-has watched high school musical thank you very much

ok ok @roideny obvi this is your au but here are my Very Important thoughts bc i love them Very Much ugh. in love w them

David Jacobs-Kelly:

44 years old, born in ‘79

Undergrad: majored in English, minored in Creative Writing

Masters: Poetics and Theory AdvC- NYU

Doctorate: English and American Literature, thesis is over gender and sexuality in Shakespeare

he’s been Dr. Jacobs-Kelly for about seventeen years by the time the story takes place!

as a prof, he teaches a comp class, an honors comp (Critical Analysis and Writing), and some creative writing/poetry courses! he’s a very busy man.

he meets Race, Albert, and Finch because they’re students in his comp class!

when he’s not teaching, he’s really involved in the local queer scene. i feel like he’s a staple at drag brunches and pride celebrations; he’s not a huge club fan anymore but he still loves being Involved. growing up during the aids crisis is traumatizing at the least, and im sure he lost a few friends, so he stays up to date in the queer stuff to sort of honor them.

he marries jack in 2011 when gay marriage is legalized in new york!

he’s a huge shakespeare fan, as seen by his phd studies. he has a hamlet-inspired tattoo because he’s gay

tbh he probably has a cat named after shakespeare (they have two cats im calling it now. shakespeare and bryan, name courtesy of jack)

he and jack don’t have any kids, but he’s a loving fun uncle for Les and Sarah’s respective kids!

Jack Jacobs-Kelly:

45 years old, born in ‘78

Undergrad: Studio Art! but he dropped out after a semester <33

he just decided that college wasn’t for him. why pay money for something he doesn’t need?

he goes straight into a set design apprenticeship that medda helps him get! medda is his adoptive mom, so he’s been around queer spaces and theatre since he was around 15. he loves it, it’s his home

that being said he probably sells his own paintings and maybe does mural work on the side, he likes to keep busy and is invested in the art scene, and he meets davey when davey moves to New York for his masters! he’s the reason davey stays in NYC <33

he’s very eccentric, and very much doesn’t give a fuck. he’s a black queer man- the universe already nerfed him, so why worry about anything else? i can see him being the really go-with-the-flow husband to davey’s more tight-strung academic vibe. they really balance each other out

again, they don’t have kids, but i feel like this jack is very much For The Youths? i can see him volunteering a lot, working for organizations that help troubled kids get into the arts— i feel like it’s his passion project that makes him feel better when davey is busy at the university all day. in another life he’s a foster parent, but he and davey just don’t have the lifestyle to foster, so he focuses his energy elsewhere!

whenever davey “adopts” some freshmen he’s always on board. he really hits it off with Albert!

not as involved in the queer scene as davey, but his career is literally in musical theatre set design, so even if he’s not in the queer scene he’s In The Queer Scene

i don’t wanna talk about him losing medda but i can see him eventually inheriting the theater!

he loves his nieces and nephews! he’s a big family guy

Extra Thoughts:

jack and davey are a pair. they rarely go anywhere outside of work without each other, and they’re so, SO in love.

jack pretty regularly comes to see Davey while he’s at work; he’ll bring him lunch to office hours and pop in to watch him lecture from time to time.

davey attends the opening night of every show jack works on <33

their apartment is always a mess LMAO. davey has papers and books everywhere, there’s paint on the floor, brushes all over the place— it’s what happens when you cross a tired academic and an adhd creative. shit happens.

they actually stay pretty hip and on-trend? idk how it happens but jack is rlly good with youth culture and davey is on top of gay culture so like. yeah they work.

over summers and breaks, they travel a lot! not anything crazy expensive— they love international travel, but they’re also a big fan of road trips and rental cars!

they are my FAVORITES and i love them so much

[loving-jack-kelly]

003 for davey!! i love your interest of him

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

answering for davey for the davey stan i hope I do him justice :P @we-are-inevitable

Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I love! love!! Davey Jacobs! I love him! I love his role in the story as a foil and motivator for Jack, I love his growth and character development, I love that he's smart and kind and sassy and funny, I love the way he slowly slots into place and finds himself as he joins the newsies. i think he's so fun and interesting, and I love putting him in Situations and seeing what happens because I love the way he bends with whatever comes and always seems to think he way out of trouble.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: we all know I'm a javid supremacist I love the way they balance each other out. I just think that they are opposites and the same in the most perfect ways possible, and they bring out the best in each other because they both see so much more in the other than they're capable of seeing in themselves. i am also one of like. i think I've literally interacted with like six other people. who ships spavid I think that they are also such good complements to each other. spot is so smart and analytical in this calculated, purposeful way while davey moves much more on instinct but fills a very similar role, and I think that's interesting! i think they'd get along and enjoy each other's company.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: davey, crutchie, and race are besties and you can't change my mind. trio of kings who deal with the highest concentration of jack's bullshit on any given day. also spot and davey are best friends who enjoy getting to sit back and say "I told you so" when somebody else's (jack and/or race) schemes go awry.

My unpopular opinion about this character: acting like his most important role is "mom friend" is so stupid and misses the point of his character and character development. is he kind and caring and loyal? yes, but he's also a kid just like the rest of them who has had to step up into a parental role in his family out of duty, he's not doing it for fun or because it comes naturally to him. he's just a kid and he likes getting to be a kid with his friends who are also kids.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: davey solo song when???? truth about the moon davey on stage when????

Favorite friendship for this character: him and all the boys tbh! i love that you get to see him become more and more comfortable with the rest of the newsies as the show goes on, he deserves to have friends that he has no obligations towards, just friendship!

My crossover ship: hmm. you know what? davey and milo thatch from atlantis would be about the same age and I think they'd be great for each other actually

[ethereal-bumble-bee]

SPRINTS INTO YOUR ASK BOX, doubles over panting .

javey oneshot in a storm at night, jack stays the night at davey's and they're both exhausted so emotions come to the forefront a little faster than usual .......

PLEASE . PLEASE .... I would cry ..... bee ily so much ... bonus points if jack gets a shower for the first time since Davey has met him and he's all clean and pretty ...

bee I would cry ... no pressure tho !!!! I love ur writing so much ...

(Note: I’m super sorry that this was so late, but I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for requesting something! 😁)

Jack watched Davey from the doorway as the taller boy turned the next page of his book, humming softly to himself and methodically tapping the cover of the book, almost perfectly in time with the rain pummeling the ground outside.

It was darker than it should have been, thanks to the storm, but Jack didn’t mind one bit. Davey’s face looked warm and soft in the candlelight, a far cry from the expression the world usually knew, the one framed by lines of worry and tired eyes.

He seemed so peaceful that Jack felt as if he was watching a moment more private than it was, his friend’s outer shell stripped away and leaving him vulnerable.

Davey glanced up, smiling when he saw Jack in the doorway, and a blush spread across the other newsie’s face as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling quite small.

“Hey, Jackie,” Davey greeted him, scooting over and patting the ground beside him, not noticing Jack’s face getting warmer as he sat down. He nodded at a small bead of water on Jack’s arm, left from where he didn’t dry it. “Feel better?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Jack replied, running a hand through his damp hair. “Thanks for lettin’ me stay, by the way.” He shot him a smile. “Means a lot.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble.” Davey yawned softly, and Jack felt a pang of longing shoot through him, one which he tried to ignore. There’s no way he feels the same, Jack, he scolded himself.

Gaining a tiny bit of courage, Jack threw a relaxed arm around Davey, nearly nodding off in the combined warmth of both the wool coat he’d borrowed and Davey’s form next to him.

He was exhausted. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this tired- maybe the strike? No matter how long it had been, Jack’s mind was in shambles.

He felt Davey shift, wrapping his arms around him, snuggling into his neck. Jack fought back the urge to kiss him right then and there, opting instead to reach over and tangle their hands together, chuckling softly as Davey glanced up at him with a lazy smile.

“You’re amazing. You know that, right?” Davey whispered, closing his eyes and leaning into Jack’s arms. “I can see why Kath likes you so much.”

“Really?” Jack asked, wondering if he’d heard him correctly. “What does that mean?”

Davey looked up at him, a peculiar look in his eyes- one that Jack had never seen before, one that told him all he needed to know. You know what it means.

Perhaps it was that look, or maybe the drunken tiredness they both felt, but Jack leaned forward and kissed him, pulling him closer. Davey’s lips were soft, just like he’d imagined, and he tasted like cinnamon and warmth. Davey smiled into the kiss, and Jack gave him a final peck before pulling back, still holding him tight.

“It’s late,” Davey muttered, laying his head on Jack’s shoulder and closing his eyes. Jack rubbed small circles into his back, his heart full to the brim with love.

“G’night, Dave,” he whispered. “Sleep well.”

From then until the sun rose, there was no sound save for the rain pattering lightly on the window, soothing the two boys to sleep in each other’s embrace.

[poorguysheadisdoingwhatnow]

Kiss in the moonlight with dot? Thanks man we stan

it’s been idk even how many years since you sent this ask originally (at least a billion); here’s the latest gift you’ve ever received bestie ily

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1900

They meet on the Manhattan side of the bridge, this time. Spot is standing down by the riverfront, staring at the reflection of the moon on the water. It’s nice out tonight, still warm, the last vestiges of summer beginning to give way to fall. It’s late, almost midnight, but Spot doesn’t mind. He’s always been a night owl despite his job requiring an early start, and there’s something about the night, a certain calm that’s different than that of the dawn. It’s difficult for him to be alone in the mornings, anyway, with the bustle of the other newsies, and his walks across the bridge on certain evenings allow him to sink into his own thoughts, if only for an hour or so.

He’s lost in thought now, still staring out at the water, when a hand on his shoulder startles him. He spins to see Davey, who looks surprised but is already smiling.

“Sorry. I scare you?”

Spot scoffs. “Hardly,” he retorts, but there’s no heat in it. He smiles back at Davey and puts a hand on his upper arm, giving it a fond squeeze. “Good to see ya, Mouth. Been a while, huh?”

“Yeah, too long. Sorry,” Davey says again. “It’s just… it’s been hectic lately.” He doesn’t have to say anything else; Spot knows him well enough. Davey’s dad started working again a couple months after the newsies strike ended the previous year, which meant his mother wanted him and his little brother back in school. Davey and Les still sell papers in the mornings, though, and Sarah works full time as a seamstress. And Davey has been studying much more lately, preparing for…

“So when do you start?” Spot asks.

“In a couple of weeks.” Davey sighs. “Still not even sure if I’m gonna go.”“Of course you’re gonna go,” Spot says, more roughly than he intended. “You’d be stupid not to, Dave. You’re booksmart, it’s part of your charm. Now you get to use it.”

“It’s gonna be so different,” Davey says, staring out at the river like Spot was earlier, a wistful expression on his face. “I mean, it’s college, Spot. I won’t be able to hawk papers anymore, and I won’t get to see… well, see anyone, ya know? And my folks, and Les and Sarah, what if something happens again, and—”

“You’re babblin’,” Spot says, and he places his hands on Davey’s shoulders. “Look at me, Dave.” Davey does, tearing his gaze from the water. “Your dad’s workin’ again, so is Sarah, so is Les, even. And it’s not like you’re gonna be gonna be a thousand miles away. It’s what, an hour, hour and a half walk from your folks’ place? Hell, get a job down there near the college, bring money back to ‘em, and when you get your fancy reporter job, you’ll be makin’ more than you even know what to do with.”

Davey doesn’t say anything, and Spot gives him a gentle shake. “You hearin’ me? Change is hard, Dave, I get it, but you’re gonna get yourself a good life this way.”

At this, Davey cracks a smile. “You sound so wise, Spot. You sure you don’t wanna come with me?”

Spot drops his hands from Davey’s shoulders. “Like they even would.”

“You’re plenty smart, you know that.”

“College ain’t for me, I don’t think,” Spot says. “And I still got kids to look after.”

“Yeah.” Davey takes one of Spot’s hands and holds it in his own. “You ever think about the future, Spot?”

“I do,” Spot admits, “but it’s not here yet, is it?”

“I guess not.”

Davey looks downtrodden. Spot squeezes his hand. “We’re all gonna be alright, Dave. You know that. Hey, how’s Jack, by the way? Still goin’ for that art school he’s been talkin’ about?”

Katherine finally convinced Jack to pursue an art career beyond political cartoons, and Governor (or Vice President now, rather) Roosevelt had put in a good word for him at one of the new private schools, practically ensuring him an acceptance letter and a scholarship.

“He’s excited,” Davey says. His smile hasn’t returned. “He won’t be selling papers for much longer either, I guess.”

“Race and Crutchie and them got those kids well in hand, though, I bet.”

“Yeah. And Jack says he wants to propose to Kath after he gets out of school.”

This surprises Spot, only a little. “Her dad gonna go for that?”

Davey snorts. “Like Katherine would care. Or Jack, for that matter. Anyway, that means they’ll probably take off in a couple years, too. Jack never did stop thinking about Santa Fe, ya know?”

They’re all growing up. It’s a sobering thought, but growing up isn’t that bad, Spot thinks, especially since there was a time when he wasn’t sure he’d get the chance.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad,” Davey says. “College, I mean. Getting older. It’s exciting.” He pauses, like he’s thinking about something. “You’ll… you’ll come visit, right? I mean, like you said, I won’t be far away at all, ‘specially with all the walking we do anyway, but what if I can’t get to Brooklyn, or I want to—”

This time, Spot shuts him up by leaning forward and pressing his lips to Davey’s, soft and quick. When he pulls back, Davey is blushing so fiercely Spot can see it in the dark.

“‘Course I’m gonna visit, Dave,” Spot says. “See you at your fancy college, readin’ your fancy college books and everything? It’ll be like finally seeing you in your natural habitat.”

Davey finally smiles again. “Then it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, it will.”

They stand in comfortable silence for a long time after that, holding hands and watching the moonlight dance on the water.—1905

The room is thick with cigarette smoke, and Davey feels slightly embarrassed as he suppresses the urge to cough; many of his classmates in college smoked, and most of his coworkers do as well, but he has never understood the appeal. He had tried it once, his first year at school, and immediately coughed so hard he thought he might vomit. Spot had teased him for weeks.

Davey stares into his drink, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the memory.

“Amazin’ you haven’t hacked up a lung yet, Dave.”

“...Shut up, Spot.” Davey clears his throat again in an attempt to get rid of the persistent tickle and hands the cigarette back. “Don’t know how you do it.”

“What, this?” Spot takes a long drag, smirks, and blows the smoke up into the air. “Brooklyn boys was practically raised on the stuff.”

“So that’s why you all smell so bad.” That earns Davey a punch in the arm, but he just laughs.

“Just full’a jokes, aren’t you, Mouth?” Spot flicks a bit of ash off the end of the cigarette. “Hey, wanna see me blow a smoke ring?”

“Thinking hard there, David?” Bryan Denton, editor at The Sun and Davey’s new boss, lays a hand on Davey’s shoulders and startles him out of his reverie.

“Just, uh… thinking about old friends, Mr. Denton.”

“No need for the ‘mister,’ David, I’ve told you that,” Denton says. “Old friends, you say?”

“Yeah, a kid I knew back when I was in school.” Davey doesn’t quite know how to quantify his relationship with Spot, and he certainly won’t talk about it to his boss, anyway. “We actually sold papers together for a bit before that. You remember when I told you about the strike?”

“Oh, yes.” Denton takes a sip of his own drink. “Quite an affair, wasn’t it? Shame I was overseas at the time, but that Plumber—I read her articles, you know, once I returned. Fantastic stuff. It’s no wonder she moved up into investigative journalism so quickly. At her age, and as a woman—it’s something to really admire.”

Davey smiles. “It is.” He knows Katherine travels now, selling her stories to newspapers all across the country, really making a name for herself. Jack always sounds so happy in his letters, so proud of Kath’s accomplishments.

“And how are you faring?” Denton asks. “I know sometimes everything feels like it’s moving far too quickly, but that’s the beauty of the news. It’s always moving, and it’s up to us to capture it and give it to the people who need to hear it.”

“It’s fantastic.” And Davey doesn’t have to fake the enthusiasm in his voice. It’s so strange to think that once he was just hawking the news, and now he’s writing it. And with more assignments coming his way every day, he has ample opportunities to make sure he tells people’s stories right.

“I’m glad,” Denton says. “You know, I see a lot of myself in you, David. You’re going to go far. Just make sure to keep your head up and your words honest.”

David feels heat rising in his face and takes another sip of his drink, hoping Denton will think it’s just the alcohol. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good lad.” Denton reaches over and gives Davey’s shoulder a warm, brief squeeze. “I will see you tomorrow. Early day and all that—the news never sleeps.”

“The news never sleeps,” Davey agrees. Denton gives him a nod before rising from the table. Davey watches him gather his coat and hat and leave the building. He should leave, too, he thinks, even as he orders another drink and sits back in his seat, watching other patrons come and go.

Some time later, Davey has finished his second drink, and the smell of smoke is beginning to make his head pound. He gathers his things and is headed for the front door when it opens again, and another group of men floods in.

Dockworkers, probably, Davey thinks, noting the smell of seawater wafting into the room as well. He waits for the crowd to thin so he can leave, and when it doesn’t—surely, the saloon is not large enough for all these people—he resorts to pushing his way through. He is nearly to the door when someone bumps his shoulder and he staggers.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” the man says, and Davey is about to wave him off when he realizes he knows that voice.

“Spot?”

They stare at each other for a moment; Spot looks as surprised as Davey feels. But then Spot’s shock quickly melts and he gives Davey a grin and a hearty clap on the shoulder.

“Dave! How are ya? It’s been…”

Too long, Davey thinks. He and Spot had lost touch somewhere in Davey’s second year of college, after Spot got a job at the docks and Davey got busy with the school paper.

“It’s been ages, huh?” he says. “It’s good to see you, Spot.”

“Wow, I haven’t heard that name in a while,” Spot says, taking his hand from Davey’s shoulder. Davey pretends he doesn’t miss the warmth. “Mostly Sean now, down at the docks.”

“You know, I didn’t know your real name for months after the strike,” Davey says. Spot laughs, and it’s a wonderful sound.

“I was probably the one who told ya, wasn’t I?”

“I think so. I asked Jack once, but he said, ‘he’ll soak me good if I let it slip, Mouth.’”

“And he was right,” Spot says, but his voice is light.

“Hey, Conlon!” a burly man close to the bar interrupts, waving toward them. “You gonna order?”

The spell of the moment is broken. Davey suddenly feels like an intruder; he’s not in Spot’s life anymore, they’ve both moved on.

“I should go, Spot,” he says, turning back toward the door. “It was, uh, it was good seeing you.”

Before he can change his mind, he gives Spot’s arm a subtle, fleeting squeeze and pushes through the crowd.

He opens the door and escapes into the crisp evening air. Winter hasn’t tightened its grip on the city yet, and the night is cool but comfortable. Davey takes a moment to breathe, pushing away the guilt that has begun to encroach upon his thoughts. But he’s only taken a few steps when the door opens behind him.

“Dave, wait.” Spot’s voice is enough to make Davey hesitate for a moment, then Spot’s hand is on his shoulder again.

When Davey turns, Spot looks sadder than he’s ever seen him, his eyes suspiciously shiny under the dim light of the waning moon. To Davey’s embarrassment, his own eyes prickle almost painfully. He glances around; for the moment, they’re alone in the street. But before he can gather his courage, Spot surprises him by leaning forward first. Their lips graze each other tentatively, and Spot starts to pull back, but now Davey is ready. He tangles his fingers in the front of Spot’s sweater and drags him closer, and this time their lips crash together. The kiss is deep and hot, desperate and soul-crushing and perfect.

When they finally separate, Davey can see the tears on Spot’s cheeks. He realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen Spot cry, but he doesn’t mention it; his own face feels damp and there’s a lump in his throat.

“I can’t lose you again, Dave,” Spot croaks.

Davey laughs, raspy and relieved. He had forgotten what this felt like—what Spot felt like. He closes his eyes and leans forward until their foreheads are touching. His hand finds the back of Spot’s neck and stays there, squeezing gently.

“You won’t.”—1910

Sean walks briskly down the street, straightening his cap for what feels like the hundredth time as he dodges another pair of people walking too damn slow. It’s his first night of shore leave, and the moon is full and high in the sky. The weather is perfect, a warm breeze carrying the promise of summer drifting between the buildings, but Sean barely notices it; he just wants to get home. He tries to resist the urge to jog, but once his apartment building comes into view, he can’t help it. He runs the last couple blocks and wrenches open the front door, nearly bowling down his elderly neighbor.

“I am so sorry, Miss Leary,” he says, taking off his cap and nodding his head in apology. But she just laughs.

“That is quite all right, son.” She gives him a wink. “I saw your friend get back just about two hours ago; he looked just as excited as you do. Better get upstairs.”

Sean feels his cheeks heat. He grins and nods again, then holds the door open for Miss Leary as she leaves. Then he’s hurrying up the stairs two at a time until he reaches the seventh floor.

He passes Miss Leary’s apartment and then he’s standing in front of the door at the end of the hall. He turns the knob and enters the small but well-organized living room, places his cap on a nearby wall hook, drinks in the sight of home. And there, in one of the armchairs that faces the large windows overlooking the rest of the neighborhood, sits David, scribbling away in one of his many notebooks. A small pile of the things has already accumulated on the floor beside his chair.

“Still working?” Sean can’t suppress his smile as David jumps, obviously startled. “I thought this was supposed to be a break.”

David recovers quickly and jumps up from his chair, dropping his notebook carelessly on a nearby end table as he crosses the living room. Sean meets him halfway, his fingers tangling in David’s hair as he presses his lips to David’s own. They take a moment like that, then David pulls away just enough to smile at Sean.

“Hello, sailor,” he says cheekily.

Sean rolls his eyes. “Hello yerself. How’s life on the front lines?” He tries to keep his voice light, but he can tell by David’s falling expression that he didn’t quite succeed. David knows his job as a war correspondent for The Sun worries Sean, and Sean’s naval duties aren’t much better at the moment. But there will be time to talk about that later, Sean decides.

“Never mind,” he says, pulling David close again. “But you gotta stop workin’ so hard; I’m sure the news can survive a couple nights with you, huh? I only got a few days on shore, after all.”

“Yeah, it can wait.” David toys with Sean’s neckerchief. “I’ve missed you, Spot.”Sean laughs at the old nickname, but it warms his heart to hear it again. “I’ve missed you too, Mouth.”

Now it’s David’s turn to laugh, and it’s the best thing Spot’s heard in months. This is the first time they’ve seen each other since their jobs took them to opposite sides of the world near the beginning of the year, and Sean is going to enjoy every moment of it. He pulls David toward the windows and they stand together, staring out into the darkness. The city looks better at night, Sean decides, when it’s lit up only by the streetlamps and the light of the moon.

“I’ve always liked this time of night,” David says, as if reading Sean’s mind. “Especially when the moon is full.” It illuminates his face and reflects off his eyes until they almost seem to glow.

“Me too.” Sean leans over and kisses David’s cheek. If he had his way, they would stand here forever, under the moonlight. “Me too, Dave.”

[jacedified]

SUMMIT PT 2 LIVE REACTION

wdym u can explain eventually

TELL HIM VINCE- i-

WILLIAM ORDERED U but like why tho

ok porter i love u MWAH

SOLAIRES STAND AS ONE NATION UNDER GOD INDIVISIBLE whatever whatever

ALEXIS GET UR SHIT TOGETHER

period alexis

i would love a game of clue rn

shes not wrong abt the wrinkles

LEX??? WTF AYE Lex VINCENT WTF DO U MEAN LEX

sweethearts safe and sound BLESS 😭

GIRL ATP I NEED U TO SPEAK IM TO ANXIOUS FOR SILENCE

milo bby its ok OUR POOKIE IS OK

asher smooch MWAH ily be safe

yea davey king dead happened while u were in negotiations

PUSH THEM AWAY???

DAYYYUMM ofc they didnt get to see who did the murder DAAAMMNIT

idky but evacuate the dance floor is playing in my head

(EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR DOO DOO DOO DOO IM ADDICTED TO THE SOUND) ((i forgot the lyrics))

aww another trusting moment between the men

PORTER CMERE BABES

yeah tell him asher

GET HIS ASS

PORTERR ill-

GET HIM ASHEERRRR

im crying i have tears in me eyeballs yall i cant

SPEAK SIR

ok thats true but like why did u send SH in there right before u knew he was gonna die????

DID I HEAR HEARSAY

true i cant handle a war rn and lovely shouldnt be spending their first year fighting on behalf of a clan they just became a part of

porter if ur not spinning then why do u look like a ballerina rn?? hmm?? EXPLAIN

YEA BUT THE NUDGE WAS DONE KNOWING SOMETHING WOULD HAPPEN A LITTLE HEADS UP WOULDVE BEEN FUCKING NICE

lets go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun

the department is right there.. in sweetheart form

BLOOD FIRST??? oh yeah vampire clan rules blah blah i remember this being mentioned during quinns little moment

WHO TF IS SPEAKING?? alexis? GIRL THATS NOT U SPEAK LIKE NORMAL

OH THE MONARCH IS SPEAKING i was lost

baas? bahs? someone spell this for me i wanna kiss her SORRY yall

BOYS JUST KEEP UR WOLFY HANDS DOWN

. . . yeah shes not wrong solaire and friends should probably sit out

MILO ASKING THE REAL QUESTIONS

as if you care princely pop..

OH- TELL HIM ALEXIS clock him

oooooh???

alexa play ash by seventeen

well william aint here rn hes got other rich people duties

i hope SH is like stupidly staring at alexis the way i would be

so ur saying u left him alone before he died

HE DIDNT SAY? mf u were pestering abt funding just say he was annoyed w u

LEAVE WILLIAM ALONE HES BUSY (this is my sticking up for my 500 something yr old bby daddy)

well thats just hearsay princely poo

oh- AYE ADAM DESERVED IT CUNT!! (no he didnt i love him but yes he did)

YEAAAA TELL HIM

thank u porter poo

yea … christopher

they were fighting vincent for the most part so alibi CHECK

sorry monarch we didnt mean to kil- i mean let the king die without notice.. ill let u know next time

THEY FOUND SOMETHING YAALL

MORE TO THE STORY??? omg OH SHIT demon blood on a letter opener is crazy

so someone stabbed my other future husband with a letter opener

SHE CALLED ASHER PUP i love the monarch

OK MONARCH I WAS JUST COMPLIMENTING U GOD DAMN IT BE NICE

ok maybe david was a little silly asking that question but u cant expect him to know everything

so basically what im hearing is a demon was involved only ppl who closely align with empowered and demons would the house of bennett and their relationship with closeknit

CHRISTOPHER U LYING SACK OF SHIT WE CAUGHT U

ONE OF U OLD BAGS CALL ANOTHER SHAW PACK BOYS A DOG AND YOULL BE ON THE NEXT BEHEADING LIST

exactly someone got caught lacking after killing the king and didnt think to fuckin check themselves before letting the king be found

period porter.

i would retype all of this but shes just speaking fact so i dont need to take note of any of it

YOU GAVE HER THE POWER TO DO SO DUMBASS

ANOTHER DEATH??? damn both kings dead during the summit is wild

yeah milo my mind is kinda blown

NO MORE MONEY FOR CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT NO MORE MONEY CLOSEKNIT WOOT WOOT

vincent im too mentally unstable for an “are you alright lovely”

I REMEMBER IT BEING SPELLED BAAS so monarch baas is very right

NO HES JUST A BBYGIRL HE DONT KNOW NOTHIN

help “with any luck it wont be the last” shes so real for that

YES MAAM THIS WILL BE REPEATED TO KNOW ONE LOVE U HAVE A WONDERFUL REST OF UR SUMMIT *bow bow*

vincent listen i love u but like shes right we just have to keep it pushing

PORTER VINCENT TALK TIME lets gooo

IM EXCITED FOR PT 3

[ruiviart]

A davey sketch on my precious whiteboard :)) ALSO

MY ART REQUEST IS OPEN PLEASE REQUEST MY ARTBLOCK IS KILLING ME!!! ILY THANK YOU

[birgittesilverbae]

emmmmmm phone off but i llve you goo dluck tomorro wyou got this your'e mazing emzing emazing. If em has a million fans, then I am one of them. If em has ten fans, then I am one of them. If e mhas only one fan then that is me. If em has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against em, then I am against the world. yuog ot this you're amazing you're incredible i love you so mch

thanks davey the ball of anxiety has not lessened but ily

[capitalisticveins]

OK I THINK I HAVE IT BUT I MIGHTVE MISSED A FEW PPL ITS OK THO BC IM GOING OFF OF 2 DAYS OF NO SLEEP

Sun ; lasky, daimen, lovely, morgan, morgans listener, cutie, 

Moon ; davey, asher, mile low, all of the shaw pack tbh, huxley, laskos listener, kody (BOOO👎), sam, vincent, elliot, blake??? Maybe??? but he was revealed to be a seer so sun?? 

Free ; freelancer (duh), starlight? i think?

Not bound ; gavin, avior, caelum (all demons lol)

-🥐 now forgive for im going to go into a coma

THANK TOU CROSISISANT ANON ILY

[sednonamoris]

"A family. John’s family."

GODDDDDD

really shows Ghost's helplessness and discontent at the whole situation they're in, but you did tell us this story will be (a painful) slow burn

+ love the attention you gave Davey's horse

amazing work !!! 🫶🏼

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS COMMENT ILY 😭💘

so often I feel like this when I write ghost story

so thank you thank you thank you for following my little red threads and enjoying it!!! it’s a terrible situation ghost has got themself into, and it will only get worse as the embers of their relationship with john start to catch fire ❤️‍🔥

[jack-kellys]

David and Les for the Barbie drawing prompt I beg you

@endlesslesbianabyss and @scattered-winter and also another anon pls get ur bag

send me barbie and ken pairs that are NOT: spot+race, davey+les, oscar+morris <3

something akin to this happened

[readyandnot]

let’s do this :)) thanks for the tag @morgansplace ily so much <333

OKAY-

Freelancer & Huxley- Like Real People Do by Hozier: THIS SONG IS SO GOOD and i saw someone use this for a fic and everytime i think of fl and huxley i think of this song, especially when they go to their spot together, i love them in any relationship, platonic or romantic <333 “Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips” “We could just kiss like real people do”

D.A.M.N. Polycule- You Right by Doja Cat and The Weeknd: I IMAGINE THIS SONG IS LIKE RIGHT BEFORE THEY ALL GET TOGETHER- like in a club or something AND COME ON THE LYRICS- “I got a man but I want you”, “I can’t stop and look the other way” “Don’t believe in fairy tales, but we got our fantasies” JUST UGGGGGH

Lovely (& Surge Listener)- Ceilings by Lizzie Mcalpine: YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS ISN’T LOVELYS SONG, (especially if you have the hc that they were reincarnated after surge) “It feels like the start/end of a movie I’ve seen before” “But it’s not real and you don’t exist” “Lovely to just lay here with you,”. no further explanation.

Sam & Alexis- Reckless Driving by Lizzie Mcalpine: IMAGINE THE VOCALS ARE REVERSED, so that sam is singing lizzie’s part and ITS PERFECT; “Cause I don’t love you like that I’m a careful driver” “And then it’s over in a second, crashed the car into the tree” “Do you love me like that? Would you hold me when we crash or would you let me go?” again, no further explanation.

Sam & Darlin’: Darlin’ I’d Wait For You by Delaney Bailey: no explanation needed. “I’d give you the sun if you’d ask me to,” “You could have mine.”

Darlin’- Kill Bill by SZA: do i need to say anything??? “I might kill my ex, not the best idea, his new girlfriend’s next, how’d I get here?” “I still love him though,”

Freelancer & Gavin- Older by 5SOS: this is so sad but i love it :(( just the fact that unless freelancer is turned into a vamp, they will die before gavin. “I don’t wanna get older, without your head on my shoulder.” “On the day that you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding love”

Angel & Davey- If I Could Fly by One Direction: THIS IS THEIR SLOW DANCE SONG NO QUESTION. “For your eyes only, I’ll show you my heart, for when you’re lonely and forget who you are” “I’m missing half of me when we’re apart” COME ON ITS THEM <333

i’ll do more if i feel like it or if morgan wants to make this a series lol

i’ll tag @clover-46 @mar-the-magician @milos-boytoy @romeo-the-homeo and @sri-rachaa !!!

HOLY SHIT I WAS TAGGED BY @konnorhasapen AND IM SO HAPPY I WANTED TO DO THIS GAME SO BAD

Songs that remind me of certain redacted couples! (Rant under the cut!!)

Freelancer/Lasko 1. Talk Too Much by COIN Do i have to explain? i mean, the song literally talks about their dynamic as a couple??? 2. First Sight by Adiescar Chase I cant really explain? it´s only because Lasko said he had a crush on them for as long as he´d known them. 3. Glue Song by Beabadoobee The cutest song for the cutest couple!!! This song is sweet and so beautiful, i can only think about Lasko´s crush on Freelancer, and how he felt before confessing, and being in disbelief after they reciprocated that crush, too!!

David/Angel 1. Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson shut up it´s not only because my angel is french, i swear 2. Angel Baby by Troye Sivan I´m not gonna lie, i didn´t associate them with this song too much until i realized the pronouns used for the person he´s talking about were he/him pronouns. Until then, i always thought the song was cute, but personally, it wasn´t the vibe i had for them in mind. now, after months listening to it, i fucking adore it, and i cançt agree more about the fact that it´s THEIR song.

Gavin/Freelancer 1. die first by Nessa Barrett I always think about the fact that Gavin will outlive Freelancer, and thanks to that thought, i feel like this song somehow explains how Freelancer feels about it, even though they never say it. 2. sex by EDEN im inviting people to listen to this song because its amazing and personally, i associate this one with gavin the most, especially about how he felt for freelancer once he realized he had feelings for them.

Sam/Darlin´ - j´s lullaby (darlin´ i´d wait for you) - Delaney Bailey i dont have to explain this one. this is their song.

Asher/Babe - Stupid for You by Waterparks I found this song in a spotify asher playlist and i fell in love with it. it´s so ashercore!!!

D.A.M.N Polycule - Nobody Loves You by Similar Kind This is probably the sweetest song i´ve ever heard and i can only think about the polycule with it. For me, their love is as pure as this song and i love it <3

Vincent/Lovely - Overdrive by Conan Gray This song talks about catching feelings too fast and going all the way in in a relationship, and i think it fits them a lot.

Asher/David (Imperium) - Sparks by Coldplay "And i know, I was wrong But i won´t let you down"

Vincent/Stranger - You´re Haunting Me by Blackbriar This song gives me the chills in the best way, specially if we take in consideration the hc about Lovely being the surge stranger´s reincarnation. i guess this also counts as Vincent/Lovely???

I´m gonna end this here and tag @readyandnot, @sealriously-sealrious, @friendlyfaded, @epsi-l0n, @thesunandmoons-blog and @milophiliac !!! feel free to say i tagged you if you want to participate as well <3

[adrasthee]

Sausages (not the ones for hotdog, those like chorizo, that's dry and all; in French we call them saussisson), a loaf of bread and cheese. It's not exactly a meal, but it's food.

As a naga they tend to prefer meaty stuff and as someone that grew up in South France's heat, they also tend to favour smaller, lighter meals. Throughout the centuries, bread, cheese and dry sausages have kind of been their go too. It's familiar, actually can be pretty varied and tastes like home.

[write-bout-idiots]

Tell Him (Javid)

Anon: can i get uhhh this prompt for javid getting together: "if you love him, let him know, idiot!" - sincerely, the anon in desperate need of more javid content

Summary: Crutchie is tired of listening to Davey talk about how in love he is with Jack. 

Word count: 1225

A/N: I loved writing this, my teacher hated it because I did it on class oops.I hope you like it anon!  I’ve got this written for a while but my queen editor Nina is super busy and we couldn’t get any time to edit. Feel free to correct me! 

Crutchie always thought that the teachers were obsessed with Jack.

Some talked about how messy he was, or that he never stays quiet and starts arguments in class, the art teachers love to show everyone his pieces, the drama department always tells the story of that time he broke every prop for the school play three days before opening night, close minded teachers complained about how affectionate he was with his friends and everyone had to mention the study group he and his friends created to help anyone who needed it.

But Davey had made a new record in the “talking about Jack Kelly” department.

It was probably Crutchie’s fault for letting him vent that first time. But Davey looked… So miserable?

Miss Medda adopted Crutchie and Jack when they were 8 and 9, and they had been friends with Davey for a long time (after some years Race, Albert, Specs, Smalls and a huge group of other kids joined them).

Sometimes Davey did show a preference for Jack. He enjoyed being alone with him and it was understandable, sometimes three were too many. Of course that Crutchie didn’t act so defensive every time Jack flirted with a girl.

And after Jack came out as bisexual (and Davey almost choked on his food) it was obvious what was happening. Crutchie asked him what was going on and in no time Davey was talking about the huge crush he has on his other best friend. And he kept doing it anytime he could.

“… so now he’s out there with this dude I introduced to him and I can’t do anything about it”

Davey had been walking around Crutchie’s room complaining about how he accidentally hooked up Jack with a friend.

“Let me correct you, you don’t WANT to do anything about It.” said Crutchie, scrolling on his phone while lying on his bed.

“What?” Davey stopped walking. “Of course I do! I like him a lot, you know it!”

Crutch locked his phone and looked up “Listen, remember when Specs had that momentary crush on Jack and they dated for like half a day?”

Davey belly flopped on the bed “Why would you remind me of that?”

“They dated because Specs asked him out instead of complaining.”

“He wouldn’t date me.” He answered with his head deep in a pillow. “I’m annoying and he likes different people”

“That, my friend,” said Crutchie “is the stupidest shit you’ve ever said.”

They stayed in silence for a few minutes.

“Do you love him?” Crutchie asked, his voice sounded more serious than before.

“I think love is a complex thing that takes time and two or more people and-” he was interrupted by a crutch hitting his knee. He sat down “ouch?”

“Davey, do you love him?”

“… Sorta” he whispered.

“Well, if you love him, let him know, idiot!” Crutchie smiled at his friend as he looked at the floor unsure. “Don’t give me any excuse. The worst thing that could happen is that he doesn’t like you back and even then you can still be friends like happened with Specs.”

Davey stood up and walked to the door. “Yeah, I will tell him. I’ll ask him out and– wait.”

“What?!”

“Why did you give me the whole “if it doesn’t work out” speech? He doesn’t like me? Maybe I shouldn’t.“ The sound of Crutchie’s phone interrupted them. He read the text and smiled at Davey.

“He just came back from an awful date with your friend and wants to talk” Crutchie grinned.

“It’s really not the moment, then. He needs a friend, a brother not a –”

“For fucks sake, just go or I’ll tell him by text right now” he shouted, showing the open conversation on his phone.

Davey knocked on the door four times and kicked once. Jack had made up that secret knock years ago at Davey’s, he did it to let him now it was him and not Les or Sarah. Jack opened in a second.

“I didn’t know you were here.” Jack gave him a short hug

“I was with Crutch, I thought you’ll be out till late.”

“You wanted the house for yourselves, ey? I thought we had something” Jack laughed loudly. He loved to make jokes about dating Davey. If he only meant it for real…

Davey scratched the back of his neck “To be fair you were on a date with my friend.”

“Your friend is a dick, by the way” Jack snorted, rolling his eyes.

Davey laughed it off as they sat on Jack’s bed "I wanted to talk with you”

Jack looked at him holding a laugh “About my date with your friend”

“No, about another friend.”

Jack’s eyebrows curved “Are you finding me a boyfriend, Davey?”

“I like someone, Jack” he spat out.

Jack’s expression changed to something Davey couldn’t quite figure out. Partially surprised and… Sad?

“Oh, that’s weird. You never like people, who is it?”

“Crutchie thinks this friend could like me back and that I should tell him because I’ve liked him for a long time and it’s killing me” he started talking fast, almost tripping on his words.

“Him?” Jack’s voice sounded far away. Davey didn’t have time to think it through.

“I’m not finished. I think he wouldn’t like me back because we’ve been friends for years and everyone likes him. He would never think of me that way. He goes on dates with people all the time and I’m so stupid that I end up arranging his dates.”

“Who are you talking about?!” Jack stood up.

Davey felt confused looking into his eyes. Was he sad? Why is he sad? Is it really that upsetting to know that he likes him?

“Can I kiss you?” 

Good Davey, as if you couldn’t fuck up more.

He stood up too, now looking at Jack from the other side of the room.

“Oh my god” Jack’s voice drowned in his throat, his cheeks turning bright red.

“No?” at this point, begging for a kiss wasn’t the worst thing he did for Jack.

"I… I’m the friend?” Davey laughed and walked closer. Jack covered his face “Oh, don’t be a dick. You know I want to kiss you.”

“You do?” Davey couldn’t stop smiling.

Jack’s breathe got shakier with every step Davey took. “I thought you were the one thirsty for a kiss”

Davey giggled, “I’m pretty sure that’s not the right use of thirsty”

“Could you shut up now? “ Jack pushed his shoulder "I already said yes to the kiss. You’re just teasing me.”

In one movement Davey moved his hands to the back of Jack’s head and they were kissing. Jack pushed their bodies closer together.

When Davey introduced him to his friend, he thought that he lost all hope with him but there they were. Feeling the most they have ever felt for someone in their entire lives.

They separated a second to breathe and as soon as they got back to the kiss, a sound came from the door.

"Shit, I thought the video didn’t make sound!” Said Crutchie, looking at them with his phone on his hand. “I’m not even going to apologize, I’m the one that has been suffering both of you talking about how in love you’re with each other.”

Jack gasped “You knew?”