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NOTE: I'm switching away from Newsies content (at least for a while) so I thought for those of you who want it I'd post this story I've had in my drafts for a while. Love y'all!!!!

Warnings: Nightmares, abuse.

Summary: You have a nightmare about your past but Albert is there to comfort you.

Prompts: (36) "It's okay. I'm here." (55) "Stay... Please." (62) "I don't wanna talk about it."

It wasn't an uncommon thing for you to have nightmares. It was why you had always refused to stay at the lodging house with the guys. It was why most nights you were left scrounging for some decent shelter after a heated poker match. Sometimes you were lucky enough to find a decent place to sleep, but very rarely. Still, you wanted to to make sure they boys never found out about your nightmares.

That's why it took you hours to fall asleep when you were forced to stay in the lodging house by Albert one night when it was storming outside. You had tried to convince him that you would be fine to "walk home" in the rain, but he hadn't listened to any of it.

It hadn't surprised you when the same terrors that plagued your dreams most nights showed up again to torment you.

"Stop please." You pleaded, ignoring the tears falling out of your eyes. You could barely form a full thought, let alone create enough words that made sense to come out of your mouth.

"You're a worthless brat you know that?" You dad spat, alcohol on his breath. He currently had you pinned down on the floor. Not in an inappropriate way, but in order for him to have easy access to your back, which he continued carving little marks into as he spoke.

"Your mom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the whole world. You should have died instead of her."

You knew that you shouldn't trust a single word coming out of your dads twisted, alcohol infested mouth, however you couldn't' help but start to believe the things you had heard him say so many times.

"Now where's my lighter Y/N? I know you hid it somewhere." Your dad accused, cutting multiple more little red marks into your back.

"I don't have it." You cried, feeling like you could hardly breath. You squirmed to get away from your dad as he made cut after cut on your back.

It hurt so bad.

"I don't have it I promise!" You pleases, crying harder now. You were absolutely hysterical at this point, feeling like every breath was a forced gasp of air.

"Y/N!" A familiar voice shouted, startling you awake. You flinched as you registered hands on your shoulders, but relaxed once you recognized it was Albert in front of you, eyes full of concern.

"Albert?" You asked, ignoring the way you sounded like a small child who had just seen a puppy get run over.

You could feel your bottom lip begin to quiver and your breath quicken as memories of your dad began to swarm in. You had never been an emotional person, so it was freaking you out.

"It's okay." He said, noticing your distress and pulling you into a hug. He sounded like the sight of emotions was something that absolutely terrified him, but still, he pulled you in tightly and let you bury your face in his shoulder. "It's okay. I'm here."

You didn't know how long the two of you stayed like that, but it was long enough for your quivering lip and few stray tears to turn to full on sobbing and your sobbing to turn into some quiet hiccups as you slowly began to calm down.

"What happened?" Albert asked eventually, his voice quiet so that he wouldn't wake up the others.

"Just a nightmare." You got out. "I'm fine. Sorry if I woke you up."

"I was already awake." He said, pulling away. You were both sitting on the opposite sides of the bottom bunk you were inhabiting for the night, leaning against the wooden poles that held up the top bed. "What was your nightmare about?" He asked, crossing his arms in a way that somehow wasn't at all threatening.

You paused for a moment, thinking about what you could say. None of the boys knew about your past. As far as they knew, you had just been orphaned at a young age and lived with your grandma until she died just a few years ago. When you joined the newsies. You couldn't tell Albert that you had been lying to him and everyone else for all of these years.

"I don't want to talk about it." You said quietly, looking away from him, and hoping her would leave it alone. You didn't want him to go away, but you didn't want him to keep asking questions. either.

"Okay." Albert responded. "That's fine. Um... come get me if you need anything." he added before walking away.

"Wait." You said, making him stop and turn around. You cringed at what you were about to say, but said it anyway. "Stay... please."

Albert looked like he wasn't sure what to do, but ultimately turned around and laid down next to you, letting out a soft "Okay."

(I know there's no sharing what actually happened but maybe I'll come back to it someday. Message me if you want to finish the story on your own)

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I'm back y'all

soooooo..... I may have watched all three seasons of outer banks in the past three days, so expect some comfort content for that in the coming future. Also, I know it's been a while since I've been on here so thank you so much to everyone who's reading this right now. Love you guys!!!!!

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Am I totally relapsing into my eating disorder? Absofreakinglutely. Am I mad about it? .........no.

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Warnings: Body checking.

Summary: One night when you decide to stay the night in Brooklyn, Spot catches you body checking.

Prompts: None.

You weren't a Brooklyn newsie. You were a Manhattan newsies through and through. However, it didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the newsies that you spent more time than most over in the 6th largest city in the world. There were even rumors among the Boyd in both lodging houses that you were the soon to be Queen of Brooklyn.

The teasing never stopped.

To be honest, you weren't sure whether or not the rumors were true. You and Spot Conlon had an endless back and forth flirting cycle. He'd say something flirty and sexual, and you'd come up with an equally witty response. It never stopped.

One night when you had lost track of time while playing poker with the Brooklyn boys, Sports had demanded you stay the night since it was "too dangerous for a pretty goil like you to be out there at this time of night." it had kind of bugged you for a second, but you knew that Spot knew that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

It wasn't a completely uncommon thing for you to stay the night at the Brooklyn lodging house, so the boys back in Manhattan would know not to worry.

Something that you had refused to tell any of the boys, both in Brooklyn and Manhattan, was that before you became a newsies, you had escaped from a terrible girls home. They didn't exactly starve you there, but they had placed an unhealthy importance on young girls being "small and petite." You were always weighing yourself and letting the Mistresses check your body. You knew it wasn't right, at least for the most part, but even after you escaped, you couldn't quite stop. You still hated your body. The constant body checking and food restricting was addicting.

You were always skipping away at random times, looking for some sort of a mirror or reflective surface. Usually you just used the lodging house bathroom.

It was almost like a game.

So that night, after dinner with the guys in Brooklyn, you quietly asked where the bathroom was, and slipped away. It was one of those one-person bathrooms that was easy to slip in and out of without anyone noticing.

Shutting the door behind you, you lifted up your shirt, closing your eyes for a second before turning to the side, and staring at your stomach. You adjusted your posture a few times before sucking in as much as you could. You could just barely see your ribs like this, but you didn't like the way your skin seemed to be pushing out from just underneath your bra.

Sighing, you dropped your shirt, tears coming to your eyes. You stared at your thighs as you pressed your feet together.

No gap.

You thighs always seemed so determined to stay rights next to each other like they were in some sort of relationship.

You lifted your shirt up, once again sucking in your stomach as you turned to the side.

"Y/N?"

You immediately dropped your shirt back down, spinning around in an instant, struggling to form a coherent sentence.

"Spot?" You managed out, cringing at how panicked and high pitched your voice sounded.

"What were you doing?" He asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. He knew exactly what you were doing.

You couldn't find the words to respond. You could feel your face heat up as you desperately searched your mind for a response. You couldn't think of a single one.

"What. Were. You. Doing?" Spot asked again, this time making his voice much more demanding and annunciating his words like there was no tomorrow.

"Nothing." You responded, it sounding much more defensive than you had intended. "I need to get to sleep." you said, refusing to look Spot in the eye as you tried to walk out the door.

"Y/N stop." Spot said, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently pushing you back. "What were you doing?" He asked, sounding much more exasperated than before.

"Spot I-" you started, but he interrupted you.

"Were you body checking?" He asked.

You didn't answer. You just gaped at him, trying to formulate a logical excuse or response. Anything. His arms were still crossed as he stared at you with an unchanging look, almost a glare.

"Spot can we please not do this right now? I need to get to bed." You pleaded, once again trying to walk out of the bathroom.

"Y/N stop trying to get out of this!" Spot said, raising his voice slightly. "I know you were body checking. All I'm asking is for you to tell me why!"

"Spot-"

"Why are we having this conversation in the bathroom?" He asked rhetorically. "All the guys are in bed let's just go talk in the commons." He suggested, grabbing your arm and pulling you into the room you were just playing poker in, uncharacteristically gently.

He guided you to sit down in one of the only cushioned chairs in the room, and grabbed another chair for himself so that the two of you were directly facing each other.

"Spot this isn't that big of a deal-"

"Y/N stop. Please stop. This is a big deal. Stuff like this is what leads to seriously mended up disorders. You can't just brush this off like it's nothing." Spot said, his voice getting louder a couple;e of times before he pulled it back down to a reasonable volume. "I just don't want you to get really sick." He said.

You were shocked at the sound of actual emotion coming through his voice. He wasn't crying, but he sounded like he wanted to.

Spot sighed. "Can you at least just tell me why?"

Could you tell him? You trusted Spot, but no one knew about your past. No one knew about the girls home you came from. Would he be angry at you for not telling him sooner? You knew he wasn't leaving this conversation without a proper explanation though, so eventually, you started talking.

"It's a habit." You admitted. "I've been doing it as long as I can remember. Um..." You paused. This was the part you were terrified of telling him.Not just him. Anyone. You looked up to see him still looking right at you, grasping onto every word. Taking a deep breath, you continued.

"Before I was a newsies... um... I came from this girls home." You stopped. You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away taking a few more breaths before continuing. "All they cared about was us being small." You said, voice breaking.

"Everyday we would weigh outselves and show them what we looked like. Then... um... Then based on that... they'd tell us how much we could eat and how much we had to exercise." You paused. "Um... even after I escaped I never really dropped the habit I guess."

You couldn't look at Spot. You just fiddled with your thumbs and waited for him to respond.

"Does anyone else know?" He asked. You simply shook your head. "Y/N you're-" He sighed. "You're the most beautiful goil I'se ever seen." This made you look up. You scanned every inch of his face for any sign of a lie. He was being completely genuine. "You can't do stuff like this. I-" He paused again. "I don't want you to get sick."

"I'm not gonna get sick." You said, exhausted.

"Y/N everyone says that when something like this happens. Please don't take that risk." Spot paused. "Do you want to stop?" You waited a second before nodding. Spot took a few deep breathes before responding. "Um... is it okay if I tell Jack about this? Or you can tell him. I just-" he paused. "For him to cover up the mirrors or something. If you lived here I'd do it myself but..." He stopped, waiting for a response.

"Um... Can- Can you tell him please?" you weren't ready to have this conversation again.

"Yeah." Spot responded, seeming surprised. "Yeah I can tell him."

You both sat in silence for a moment before he stood up and pulled you into a hug.

"God you're so beautiful." He whispered as you buried as you buried your head in his shoulder. "I love you." He said,

"I love you too."

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Newsies Modern AU

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Put It Down | Jack Kelly x Reader

Warnings: Self harm, depression, abuse.

Summary: Jack walks in during a mental breakdown.

Prompt: (47) You better put that knife (I'm using the word blade) down right now. (103) Calm down. You're scaring me.

You were behind.

You were behind on everything.

Your dad had kicked you out of the house just a few weeks ago. You had been a Newsie for years to help pay the bills every since your mom died, so your dad had been taking most of the money you made for a while. Still, you had a place to sleep.

He had gotten so fed up with you though, that he kicked you out. You still went back every night to give him about 70% of the money you were making, but he didn't give you food, and he didn't let you sleep there anymore either.

And you were behind on rent now.

The newsies hadn't even hesitated to let you move into the lodging house, and Mr. Kloppman had been so kind about it too.

Lots of the newsies could barely afford rent even keeping everything they made. You had managed to scrape together enough for the past month with your savings and what your dad had let you keep, but you weren't so sure about this month.

This led to you to doing the only thing you knew to do when things became stressful.

Grabbing the small blade out of your bag, you quietly slipped out of bed at 2am, and made your way to the common area.

There was still an abundance of cards lying out on the table from last night's intense gambling match, courtesy of the one and only Race, but all of the chairs had been set back up after a few of the boys stormed out in mock frustration.

You leaned against the far wall to the right of the door, and slid all the way down, resting you head against the wood and praying your hair wouldn't get ridiculously tangled.

You could feel your breathing begin to quicken as you dug your fingers into your hair, and you immediately grabbed the blade that you had let drop to the floor.

You started blindly cutting the skin on your arm, not caring where. They didn't form any sort of word or pattern, you just let it go. Every time a particularly painful or stressful thought popped into your mind, you couldn't help but notice how the cut that came after it seemed slightly more painful than the rest.

You could barely see through the tears collecting in your eyes as you looked down at your arm, a sort of magical feeling washing over you as you felt your mental clarity slip completely.

It was just you, your tears, and your blade.

This was why you hadn't even noticed when someone made their way in, freezing in pure shock at the sight of you making mark after mark on your arm.

"Y/N? Y/N stop!" The familiar voice of Jack Kelly snapped you out of your daze, and a panicked expression took over your features as you realized you had been stupid enough to get caught.

Jack half ran over to you to try and pull the one thing that had kept you grounded away from you, but you quickly scrambled to your feet, and backed away from him.

"What are you doing???"

"Jack I promise this isn't what it looks like." You mentally cringed at the words coming out of your mouth. "I promise."

"It's not? Then what is it Y/N?" Jack half-shouted, not wanting to wake the others. "Cause to me it looked like you were using that stupid blade to slice your wrists open!"

"Jack please calm down. You're scaring me." You pleaded, backing up a little bit and cringing at the way you sounded like you were about to cry.... even though you were already crying.

"Y/N I swear to God you better put that blade down right now." Jack said, taking a few steps forward. Everything inside of you screamed for you to back away, open the door and run, but you were frozen. You were stuck where you were and you couldn't move.

"Put it down."

You almost wanted to set the blade down. To collapse and just start sobbing. Everything in your life was already falling apart, and now you had been stupid enough to let yourself get caught doing the one thing that brought you any sort of relief.

Jack sighed, and stepped forward, never taking his eyes off of you. You refused to look up at him though, keeping your eye fixated on the ground.

The two of you were practically pressed against each other as Jack reached down and pried the blade out of your hands.

Neither of you said anything. You both just stood there, doing nothing other than waiting to see what the other would do next.

You heard Jack sigh.

"Please Y/N, just look at me." He said, defeated. You slowly turned your head up to see him.

You continued staring at each other, a few stray tears falling out of your eyes.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

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Prompts List

Let me know any of your requests and I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible!

1- "Shh, I know it hurts, I know."

2- "Are you wearing my shirt?"

3- "I think I need to sit down."

4- "Have you been eating?"

5- "How do you do it?" "Do what?" "Pretend like you're okay." "...I'm not pretending." "Yes you are. Every day. And it breaks my heart."

6- "Just... Just tell me everything's going to be okay."

7- "I'm not going anywhere."

8- "Just let me take care of you."

9- "Have you ever liked someone before but too scared to say it?" "All the time." "Same." *silence* (person c in distance) "They're idiots! Just kiss already! Or I am gonna hear about this all week from *person a*!"

10- "I'm terrified that you'll leave."

11- "Jeez don't die on me!" "Don't tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want!"

12- *person a is struggling to retrieve item from top shelf* "Do you need me to get that for you?" *gasps* "HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED!" *laughs* "Okay then." (moments later) "Help meeeeee."

13- "My family thinks we're dating."

14- "I don't owe you an explanation."

15- "We have to be quiet."

16- "You're trembling."

17- "It was you... The whole time."

18- "Tell me again."

19- "This is why we can't have nice things."

20- "You could have died."

21- "Prove it."

22- "I might never get another chance to say this."

23- "Do you regret it?"

24- "Tell me I'm wrong."

25- "Lie to me then."

26- "I feel like I can't breathe."

27- "Are you drunk?"

28- "I got you. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay."

29- "I feel like everyone's miles away from me."

30- "My mind is a dark place. You don't wanna go there."

31- "I know this hurts, but you have to stay awake."

32- "I just want to be numb. I don't wanna feel anything."

33- "Please don't give up on yourself."

34- "You don't care. Nobody cares. Just leave."

35- "Please don't do this." "Do what?" "Pretend like you care."

36- "It's okay. I'm here."

37- "I'm a monster." "No you're not."

38- "You deserve so much better than me."

39- "Why are you being like this?"

40- "Please hold me."

41- "I can't take this anymore."

42- "Please don't cry."

43- "I'm begging you, please don't lock yourself in your room."

44- "Don't shut me out."

45- "Give me one reason I shouldn't leave right now."

46- "Can't you tell (s)he's broken?"

47- "You better put that knife down right now."

48- "Don't listen to them."

49- "Just leave."

50- "I don't need you."

51- "I don't deserve you."

52- "Don't tell me you're fine I can see the blood."

53- *no dialogue, just sudden collapse*

54- "I didn't mean to ruin your life."

55- "Stay... Please."

56- "Why do you sacrifice so much for me?"

57- "I'm sick of running."

58- "You don't understand."

59- "Don't you know who I am?"

60- "I know I made a mistake! You don't need to rub it in!"

61- "Some days I just want to disappear."

62- "I don't want to talk about it."

63- "It's your fault we're living like this."

64- "You're not as empty as you lead others to believe."

65- "I've moved on."

66- "It was just a nightmare. I'm fine."

67- "Do you know how much that meant to me?"

68- "You can't expect me to answer something like that so easily!"

69- "I'm trying my best! Doesn't that matter?"

70- "I wish we never met."

71- "Were you happier with them?"

72- "Did you ever care about me?"

73- "Can you forgive me?"

74- "Stop acting like you're happy. I know you're not."

75- "I'm not lying to you! Believe me!"

76- "Tell me where it hurts."

77- "How did this happen?"

78- "Let me see."

79- "How bad is it?"

80- "Can you carry me?"

81- "I can't move."

82- "I can't feel anything."

83- "You're burning up."

84- "Don't move!"

85- "I-I threw up."

86- "Don't worry. I'm gonna take care of you."

87- "How long ago did this happen?"

88- "How long have you felt like this?"

89- "Why didn't you tell me it hurt so bad?"

90- "Your pain can't be a ten. It's only a scratch- o-oh..."

91- "I fell down."

92- "Please make it stop."

93- "Stop moving around or you'll make it worse."

94- "I don't think I can get up."

95- "I can't do it myself. I need you to do it."

96- "I'm too squeamish for this."

97- "H-hold on, t-t-they're c-coming, okay?"

98- "You're doing great. Don't look at it."

99- "You like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it."

100- "You can't keep it all inside you know. Bottling it up won't do any good."

101- "Hey, I know you're hurting... but you're not along, okay?"

102- "This isn't up for debate."

103- "Calm down! You're scaring me!"

104- "I'm fine. Stop asking."

105- "I don't know what's wrong okay? I'm just really tired."

106- "Don't look at me like that."

107- "I'm not leaving until you tell me what is wrong and don't try lying to me."

108- "I've been alone for so long."

109- "I just can't forget what he did to me."

110- "I can't take this anymore."

Dialogue Prompts That Get Scarier When Trapped in a Hug-

(Dialogue be written in a hug unless otherwise specified)

1- "I know what you did."

2- "Just play along. Please."

3- "When I let go, run for your life."

4- "Don't open your eyes."

5- "Don't look."

6- "They can hear us."

7- "Play along or they might take us both."

8- "I always knew you're die in my arms."

9- "You're right. None of this is real."

10- "Go. Go now, and don't look back."

11- "Wake up. Before they get you too."

12- "You know I'm not real, don't you?"

13- "Don't. Move."