#neutral good Davey jacobs

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

The Jack and Davey dynamic of Jack finally meeting someone more chaotic than him and having 0 ideas what to do about it

#he literally knew the newsies for 24 hours and was willing to fight a cop #David jacobs is not a blushing wallflower #javid thursday #but on a tuesday #Davey is chaotic when it suits him and jack Kelly suits him just fine #davey literally shocks the newsies repeatedly #sassy davey is best davey #does no one remember davey laughing at jack in the film #they’re chaotic together #javid #incorrect newsies quotes #david jacobs #jack Kelly #newsies #newsies broadway #newsies 1992 #racetrack sees Davey and is like THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LIVE WITH YOU #newsies musical #neutral good davey jacobs #seize the day

[cursedcatboy]

“ It ain’t comforting, to do something that matters. To jump in the middle of the fray, where everything is on fire, and nothing and no one is safe. You may not live through it. But if it still slips through your fingers, you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing it didn’t go quietly. ” — old afterclaps ; hello from the hallowoods, episode 84

inspired by: THACKERY BINX from HOCUS POCUS. // with hints of: marius pontmercy from les mis, davey jacobs from newsies. orpheus from hadestown. grover underwood from the lightning thief/percy jackson. as well as: ⁠ — the way nikignik talks about marolmar with such wistful nostalgia in certain episodes of Hello From The Hallowoods. ⁠— the atmosphere that comes from reading poetry by candlelight. ⁠— old books with well-worn spines and well-loved pages. ⁠— crisp autumn nights when the moon is tinged an orange-yellow. ⁠— the slow, intense anger taako directs towards lucretia in episode 67 of the adventure zone balance upon remembering lup.

thackery ezekiel binx. daniel sharman. july 16, 1667. cancer. librarian. hallow falls. demi/bisexual. laura palmer by bastille. the princess bride. homeschooled. melancholic. infj. somewhere between neutral & chaotic good. spent hundreds of years as a cat. ( 🐾 🖤😺 ).

i'm v bad at summarizing things efficiently so for the next few sections i'm just going to make some Key Bullet Points !! i'll try to keep it brief but i can always elaborate on things !!

present!!

thackery came to elias for one purpose: to stop the sanderson sisters from claiming more innocent lives. he has to, for emily's sake. except he doesn't exactly know where they are or how, precisely, to stop them. he's working on it, okay?

which brings us to bullet point two !! most part of the reason thackery decided to take a job as a librarian is that he can spend his extra time (perhaps even some time on the clock, when it's less busy) doing research. it isn't unusual to stumble across thackery with a pile of occult books scattered about him.

thackery is trying not to allow himself to get comfortable because he knows that it's important to stay on his guard but it is a little difficult not to fall into a reliable routine when you stay in one place long enough. on days when he's not working or otherwise in the library, thackery finds that he likes to be outside. sometimes wandering, sometimes reading, but always outside. he's not sure if his affinity for the outdoors is the feral feline in him or the farmboy.

he finds that he's a bit more nocturnal than the average fellow, which can be a bit inconvenient. especially in someone who hasn't had to have a set/proper sleep schedule for centuries. he does tend to get a bit drowsy mid-afternoon and it isn't unusual for him to take afternoon naps in the sun on his days off.

past!!

thackery's always been very family-oriented and he knows he owes that to the love and warm environment his parents raised him and his sister in.

growing up, he always helped his father with the farm work - tending to animals and crops alike. in his free time, thackery could be found climbing trees and reading books.

he was always book smart, reading whatever books he could find or borrow.

emily, his little sister, was always an important part of his life. she often tried to tag along with thackery when he'd wander off, much to his and his mother's dismay. his mother tried to give her tasks to keep her busy and thackery often tried to scold her for following after him but neither ever really discouraged her much. it didn't help that thackery would let her hang around with him for a bit before walking her back home.

after that fateful night in 1693, thackery still kept an eye on his parents from afar. the heavy weight of guilt and ache of sorrow that settled in his chest was nearly unbearable and it made the years pass ever so slowly.

although those feelings never really lessened, thackery focused his energy into planning. planning for how to keep the sanderson sisters' curse from coming to fruition. coming up with various situations and brainstorming ways to divert attention from the accursed candle.

unfortunately, one cannot plan for every situation and, much to his dismay, the candle was lit by an airheaded boy trying to impress a girl.

future!!

to assume that thackery will defeat the sandersons once and for all seems a bit much - especially if it would lead to his soul being free and him moving on. but i would like to see him forgive himself a bit. not fully - i know that's a lot to ask in a situation like this and i know he'll never Fully let go of that guilt unless emily herself communicates that she forgives him somehow but. he deserves to give himself a little break. to cut himself some slack sometimes and not be so hard on himself, y'know?

maybe some romance? it's not like he's Looking for that sort of thing and being demiromantic/sexual it's not a given for him nor is it something he really feels he needs but he is a man with a good heart and if it were to happen naturally at some point i think that would be nice for him. or maybe that's just the hopeless romantic in me gsjdhsjk

taken connections

n/a wanted connections.  aside from the obvious Max, Dani, Allison, Sandersons -

friends - short, sweet, to the point! give this boy some friends pls. he doesn't open up easily but he's friendly.

book friends - listen i just think that thackery seems like the sort of fellow to start a sort of book club or something once he's settled into town a bit yknow? or maybe your muse & him just happen to bond over books. he is a librarian, after all! maybe your muse goes to him for intermittent book recs or smth.

unfortunate acquaintances - perhaps thackery has wronged your muse in some way (he does tend to have a sharp tongue when he feels it necessary) or maybe they just don’t like his vibes or vice versa? they tolerate each other but they’re also Bicker Buddies.

extrovert friend - someone ( or several someones!) who tries to get thackery out of his comfort zone a little. get him to have a little fun! drag him out from behind his stack of books and make him live a little !

okay this is all i have on this lil dude for now but !! if i Missed Anything or there's any Unanswered Questions or smth, feel free to let me know & i'll be happy to add/answer !!

#here he is!! #the Cat the Myth the Legend!! #a day later than promised hajshk #we love a man who is fashionably late #walt.intro #mm i have to figure out fun tags ...........tags tbd

[sugarbutterbroadway]

A New Kelly

���We need to talk,”Davey said, setting down his backpack. Jack froze, pdf on his laptop immediately forgotten. He tried to keep his face neutral but his mind was doing a frantic recap of everything he’s said and done in the past week. The worst part was that it kept coming up negative, which made him even more nervous. He forgot to pick up Luna’s poop outside yesterday but they had both laughed it off, so they were fine, right? It couldn’t have been about the poop, right? His face must have betrayed him because Davey took one look at him and winced.

“I phrased that wrong”He said, “I’m not mad at you about anything, i’m just tired and can’t speak”

“Not even about the poop?”Jack asked in a tiny voice. Davey scrunched up his face and took a seat on Jack’s lap, letting out a sigh.

“You’re the one who stepped in it, why would I be mad?”he asked. Jack shrugged and wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist pulling him closer. Davey toed off his shoes and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“What did you want to talk about, my love?”Jack asked, placing a kiss on his shoulder. Davey sighed and grabbed one of Jack’s hands. Jack took that as a sign to attempt being serious and looked at him.

“Jack”He said, squeezing Jack’s hand. “I want another baby”

Jack sputtered, “What do you mean another?”

“Well Luna’s getting older and I just think that a little sibling would teach her some responsibility-”

“Who has the new puppy?”Jack groaned, rubbing his eyes. Davey grinned and wiggled a bit trying to get his phone out of his pocket. 

“Specs and he’s so cute, look!”He said, shoving the phone in Jack’s face. It was Specs instagram definitely, the bright yellow theme was indication enough. Jack gently grabbed the phone and hummed as his eyes scanned it. He let out a noise of triumph, yup that was definitely a puppy. It was a candid shot of Jojo mid laugh on the floor with the puppy curled up in his lap. Jack looked up at Davey with a raised brow, and Davey groaned reaching both hands up to cup Jack’s face.

“His name is Percy!”he continued, squeezing Jacks’s cheeks.“That’s so fucking cute babe, just look at him! His paws are too big for his body!”

Davey continued to coo but Jack’s mind was still reeling. He didn’t know why he felt so disappointed. Sure he was scared shitless at the mere thought of a human baby, but a tiny part of him was hoping that’s what Davey meant. He leaned back into the couch and let his arm go slack around Davey’s hip.

“-nd I know that we just saw them a few months ago but would it be so bad to vis--babe?”He said. 

“Hmm?”Jack hummed. Davey shifted a bit in his lap so he was somewhat facing Jack and poked at his cheek.

“You’re frowning”

“Am not”Jack frowned.

“Are too”He said, poking the creases in his forehead. Jack let out a groan and opted to bury his face in Davey’s shoulder. Davey clicked his teeth and rolled off of Jack's lap--much to his disappointment--onto the couch.

“What’s the matter?”He asked.

“Nothing”Jack waved off, “My mind is just somewhere else” “Where?”he asked, leaning his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I wanna go too” “Santa Fe,”Jack said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right”He snorted, “You haven’t wanted to go to Santa Fe since you figured out that it was desert land”

“Not true!”Jack exclaimed, “I obviously wanted to stay for my loving boyfriend-” “And you’re scared of spiders”He said, snuggling closer into Jack’s side. “But, come on Jack. I thought we didn’t keep secrets”

“Fine”Jack sighed, “I want a divorce”

“Again, nice try”He snorted, “please Jackie, for me?”

“Davey…”

“Please”

“Alright alright!”Jack exclaimed, “Enough with the eyes. Christ you Jacobs are spoiled”

“No, we just know how to get what we want”He smirked, tucking a leg under his butt. “Now spill”

“You’re restless,”Jack pointed out.

“And you’re still avoiding the question”He said, “whatever it is can’t be that bad”

Oh but it can, he wanted to say.

“I…”Jack said and took a deep breath, “I want a baby”

Davey blinked, “I thought you didn’t want another puppy?”

“No!”Jack whined, shaking his head. “No no, Luna is enough. I...I want an uh..an actual baby...with you” god he was being so awkward.

Davey’s eyes widened slightly but he smirked. “Should we go try for one?”

“Stop teasing me!”Jack whined, “But is..is this something you want Davey? Like do you think we’re ready for a baby?”

Davey just stared at him.

“You’re making me nervous, Davey”Jack chuckled, “You’re not speaking, that’s weird”

“You’re an asshole,”He said.

Jack’s heart stuttered. “W-what?” “You’re an asshole because now me and Spot owe Race fifty dollars”He grumbled. “How could you do this to me?” “I’m not following,”Jack said after a few moments of trying to pick his jaw off the floor.

“Of course I want a baby with you”He said, grabbing Jack’s hand. “I’ve only been dropping hints since the day we got married!”

“What hints!”Jack exclaimed, “I’m so confused”

“I’m always holding the babies at any family function”He started, “I’m always offering to babysit Chanah and Anika and Damien-”

“I get it, your family is huge”Jack said, Davey gave him the side eye.

“We have a spare room that I have been guarding with my life!”he continued, “we have a literal baby name book in here-”

“You said it was so we could name Luna!”Jack sputtered.

“And that’s how she ended up with the most human name ever!”He laughed, “Our dogs name is Luna Anne Kelly-Jacobs”

“It’s a cute name!”

“Face it Jack, I’ve been dropping hints”He huffed, “And now i’m short fifty bucks so thanks a lot”

“Well why were you guys betting on me!”Jack asked, “You know better than to bet with Race on anything”

“We wanted to see who would cave first, me or you”He said, “I obviously thought it was gonna be me because you’re dense-”

“Hey!”

“But then you get all nervous and cute saying you want a baby!”he finished, chest heaving. “Which is simultaneously the most attractive and dumbest thing you’ve ever done”

“I...I don’t know what to say,”Jack said. There were a lot of things he could have said, but his brain had turned to mush.

“Just...sometimes you are very clueless”He giggled, “I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you on the fridge or something”

“So you really want a baby?”Jack said, “With me?”

“No, I want a baby with Specs”he scoffed.

“Hey”Jack warned, “Specs is an attractive man, you got somethin you want to tell me?”

“Of course I want a baby with you, idiot”He rolled his eyes. “Adoption or surrogacy or fostering I...I don’t care. I think you’ve been an amazing parent to Race,Charlie and Luna, and you’ll be an amazing parent to whatever kid comes through this door. You sell yourself short Jack”

“Says you”Jack snorted, “You see the way you are with those babies? You’re like a completely different person, it makes my heart do weird shit”

“Makes your heart do weird shit”He quoted, “Now I feel like that should’ve been your vows”

“Yeah?”Jack smirked.

“Yeah, it’s completely on brand”He said.

“So this is...this is something we’re doing”Jack said, “We’re gonna have some babies?”

“Woah there buddy”He said with wide eyes, “How did a baby turn into some babies?”

Jack waved him off, “Potato tomato”

“That’s...that’s not even the saying”He said slowly, “But let’s start with one”

“Two”

“One”

“Three”

“One”

“One and a half!”

“You can’t have half a baby!”He exclaimed.

“Well you can if you try hard enough!”Jack fired back.

“Unbelievable”He said, rubbing his eyes. “You’re unbelievable, why did I marry you?”

“For Medda”Jack said, with a serious face. Davey shrugged and laid his legs over Jack’s lap.

“Medda is pretty awesome”

“We’re gonna have a baby”Jack repeated.

“Yes we are”He said, “But let’s take this one step at a time, yeah? I don’t want to overwhelm you-”

“I’m gettin the baby book!”Jack exclaimed, bolting up from the couch. Before Davey had the time to process Jack was running back into the livingroom at full speed. He skidded to a halt but ended up toppling over onto Davey’s stomach.

“Bastard”He wheezed, pushing at Jack’s shoulders. Jack stuck his tongue out and made himself comfortable flipping through the book.

“What are you-”

“Shh”Jack hushed, furrowing his brows. His eyes scanned the pages until they found what they were looking for.

“Aha!”Jack said, sitting up so Davey could get a good look. There appeared to be four names messily scrawled in red ink at the bottom of the page. Davey wanted to scold him for defacing the book but his scolding soon died in his throat when Jack spoke up.

“I-I know your peoples are important to you so I wanted to add some more...ya know, traditional names in there”Jack said fiddling with the pages, “I got a boys and a girls name and just-they’re so pretty Davey”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore”He murmured, placing a kiss on Jack’s temple. “You picked good, baby”

Elsie and Salem were scribbled in Jack’s messy handwriting. “I really like these two, but what are these other ones?”

“I mean i’m Irish I guess”Jack mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Both of my folks were and I didn’t really get to learn anything and just-”

“You want our baby to grow up knowing what their parents are,”He said. He grabbed the hand Jack was fiddling with and intertwined them. 

“Yeah”Jack said, squeezing his hand. “Exactly”

Davey leaned forward and pressed a finger against a name Jack hadn’t written. “This one, how do you say it?”

“Saoirse?”Jack said,

“Saoirse”He repeated slowly, “Saoirse...I..I really like that one”

“Yeah?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He chuckled, “Yeah I really like this one a lot”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”Jack said, with a grin. “It’s kinda growing on me”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He said, “I’m not even mad you snuck your last name in there”

“Should we add it to the list then?”

“No, Jack I think it’s the one”He said.

“Really?”

“Really!”Davey said, “Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He whispered, squeezing Davey’s hand even tighter.

“God, we can’t wait to meet you”

A/n someone should try and count how many times Davey fidgets in this fic. Also comments do be kinda nice

#newsies #davey newsies #newsies jack kelly #javid #newsies broadway #fluff #Jack Kelly #Davey Jacobs #Luna the puppy #Paint The Sky #jack kelly x david jacobs

[superpaperclip]

Fuck it here’s the start of a Javid fake dating AU.

Ch. 2 | Read on AO3

***

David had been sitting at the dining room table when it started. Sarah sat down across from him with a grin on her face, which David knew meant trouble. He tried unsuccessfully to ignore his sister and focus on his work for about five minutes, during which she didn’t move, before giving up.

“What do you want now and why can’t it wait until I’m done with this paper?” David asked with a huff, lowering the computer screen slightly so he could stare at his sister. Sarah just smiled wider.

“Well, it can’t wait because I know you, and you’ll just start another paper after you’re done with this one. Now as to what I want, I’m telling you you’re coming to a party this weekend. No arguments. The only things you do are go to class and do your work. College is supposed to be fun. You’re supposed to meet people. You haven’t gone on a single date since the semester began. You’re going to this party and I won’t take no for an answer. Besides, it’s hosted by one of Katherine’s friends, Bill. He’s rich, so all the important students will be there.” 

Months, and even years, later, when David thought back on that moment, the two of them staring at each other across the dining room table, he had no clue why he said his next words. Maybe some spirit or supernatural entity possessed him, or he momentarily lost his mind. Indeed, he didn’t register what he had said until the words were out of his mouth.

“I already met someone.” Fuck, he’s in trouble. Now Sarah will never let this go. He’s too focused on trying to come up with a believable lie to register Sarah’s questions, which were undoubtedly along the lines of who the hell is he and why didn’t he tell her sooner and when does she get to meet him. 

“Uhm, well, he… works at… that coffee shop right by campus. And his name is… uh…“ David desperately tries to think of a common name. “Jack! His name is Jack. And that’s all you’re getting from me. Now go away so I can finish this paper.” David resolutely stared at the computer, but Sarah unsurprisingly didn’t put up a fight, opting to leave the table instead. David’s gut told him this was going to backfire and blow up in his face, but he ignored it. Surely nothing too bad could happen, right?

--

Jack was fed up with his job at the coffee shop. More specifically, he was fed up with the customers. He was fed up with having to put on a fake smile every day and deal with rude, disrespectful, and downright mean customers, which seemed to be in abundance lately. Jack was counting down the minutes to the end of his shift when a girl burst through the doors, an annoyed look in her eyes. Jack internally sighed, then plastered his awkward-winning Customer Service Smile on his face, preparing to be berated again. Before he could launch into the standard greeting, the girl spoke. 

“This is the fifth coffee shop I’ve been to today. Please tell me there’s someone named Jack working here, for my brother’s sake.” Jack’s mask slipped, his confusion evident on his face. He didn’t know who this girl was or why her brother’s… health?... rested on his existence. 

“Uh, I’m Jack. Can I help you?” Belatedly, he wondered if he should’ve lied or used a fake name. At hearing his name, the girl’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands.

“Are you the guy who’s been dating Dave? God, I’m gonna kill him. He said your coffee shop was close to campus! I’ve been walking around all afternoon looking for you.” Jack was even more confused by the sudden shift in her mood, and her apparent belief that he was dating someone named Dave.

“Wait, what?” The girl gave him a puzzled look, as if he was an idiot and she hadn’t come barging into his shop claiming he was dating some guy with absolute certainty. When he didn’t show any sign of recognition as to what she was talking about, she huffed and launched into an explanation.

“I’m Sarah. Jacobs, I mean. Sister of David Jacobs. He told me you two were dating, and that you worked here, though he underestimated the distance from campus.” Ah. Her brother- David- must have told her to get her off his back. Jack had enough experience with pushy people to do what he would’ve wanted any of his fake boyfriends to do- lie. Jack just hoped he could be convincing enough.

“Oh, yeah, Davey! He’s told me about you, I just didn’t recognize you. Wait, he… he said we were dating? Really? I didn’t… well, it’s only been a few dates, and I didn’t want to put a label on it, but… he really said we were dating?” Jack hoped his performance was convincing enough, and would give him some leeway to not know anything much about David. He gave Sarah a half-smile and rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to be bashful. Sarah, on the other hand, seemed to buy it. She was almost giddy with joy, and something that seemed like pride. 

“My brother has finally met someone! Oh, by the way, are you coming to Bill’s party this weekend?” Jack fought to keep his face neutral. Going to a party with someone he hadn’t known existed five minutes ago? No way. But still, he decided to let Sarah down easy. She seemed like a nice girl. Let this brother of hers deal with the blowback.

“Well, Davey didn’t say anything. And depending on when it is, I may not be able to go. I have some things to do this evening. But I’ll see if I can.” That seemed to satisfy her. She thanked Jack for his time, told him she hoped to see him at the party, and left. As Jack finally clocked out and walked home, he thought back on what was probably the weirdest interaction he’d had at his job, and hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

--

David was once again being stared at by his sister from across the dining room table while trying to do his work, and once again, ignoring her wasn't working. Sighing, he closed the textbook and stared back at his sister, who had a smug smile on her face.

“You never told me how cute he was. And you greatly underestimated the distance.” Now David was confused. HIs eyebrow furrowed as he tried to make sense of what she said, having already forgotten their earlier conversation. Sarah threw her hands up when it became evident he didn’t know what she was talking about and muttered something under her breath, probably about how clueless he could be.

“Your boyfriend, Jack! Average height, cute, works at Universal Grind Coffee Bar- which, by the way, is not ‘right by campus’. I stopped in to meet him. And I invited him to Bill’s party this weekend. Don’t think you’re getting out of that just because you have a date.” David went pale, his eyes wide. Sarah had actually tracked down some poor guy named Jack who worked at a coffee shop near campus? He needed to apologize, and apparently thank him for playing along.

“Uhm, I gotta… go… do… something.” He stuttered out an excuse as he shot up from his seat and out the door. Jumping in his car, he punched the name of the shop into his GPS, hoping there was only one. Luckily, there was. When he got there, he rushed inside, desperate to apologize. He went up to the nearest employee.

“Excuse me, is Jack here? I really need to talk to him. My name is David.” The employee looked him up and down, confused. 

“I’m his coworker, Spot. His shift just ended. Why? Who are you? What do you need to say to him?” David ignored the questions.

“When’s his next shift? Please, it’s important.” Spot regarded him again. 

“He’s working tomorrow. His shift starts at noon.” After thanking Spot, David left the coffee shop and got back in his car, opting to just sit in the parking lot. What had he gotten himself into?

--

Jack was feeling good when he walked into work the next day. That changed very quickly. As soon as he got in the door, he took stock of the customers already there. His gaze stopped on one particular guy sitting at the counter. His leg was bouncing and he kept fidgeting with a straw, twisting it around his fingers. He looked familiar, Jack thought. Maybe they had a class together. 

Jack was trying to figure out why he recognized this guy as he put on his apron and planted himself by the register when the guy came over.

“I’m sorry, are you Jack?” Was he someone else who was sent by the David guy? Seriously, what were the odds of two attractive strangers asking for him by name two days in a row? He internally grimaced.

“Yeah, I’m Jack. Who’re you?” Jack immediately regretted how sharp his tone was when he saw the guy wince.

“Um, I’m David Jacobs. My sister, Sarah, told me she came to see you yesterday and I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I made up a fake boyfriend with a fake name. I never imagined she would actually go looking for you. Uh, him. But thank you for playing along. Oh, she also said she invited you to a party. Please don’t feel obligated to go. I really don’t want to inconvenience you any more than I already have. Again, I’m sorry.” Honestly, Jack was starting to feel bad for the guy. So he motioned for David to follow him to the back of the shop. Jack sat in a booth that was tucked into the corner, and gestured for David to sit across from him. When he did, Jack asked the question that had been bugging him.

“Why?” David looked to Jack in surprise, obviously not expecting the question.

“Why what?”

“Why did you make up a boyfriend?” At the look on David’s face, Jack worried he crossed a line, but David launched into an explanation.

“Sarah’s always been on my case to get out of the house more, even while we were in high school. One of the ways she tried to do that was by setting me up with different people, hoping I would date someone. After the hundredth girl, I told her I’m gay, but she just started setting me up with boys. The last straw was the party she told you about. I don’t know what came over me, I just blurted out that I was seeing someone. She pressed me for details, and I panicked and said he worked in a coffee shop by campus and his name was Jack. I never meant for you to get caught up in this. I’m so sorry.” Jack thought for a minute before responding.

“Maybe this unfortunate situation can be beneficial for both of us.” He had a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What do you mean?

“Well, my friends are always teasing me about my lack of a partner. So whaddya say we get back at everyone? Your sister and my friends. Here’s what we do: we go to this party, pretend to date for a few months, then have a horrible breakup. That’ll get them off our backs.” 

David sat there, contemplating Jack's offer. Jack could almost see the gears turning in his head. Eventually, he stuck his hand out to shake.

“Deal.”

***

#meg writes #im in the middle of a second chapter but i have no motivation #maybe this will give me some #newsies #newsies fic #jack kelly #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #javid #jack x david #jack x davey #fake dating au #jack newsies #david newsies #davey jacobs #I Never Planned (on someone like you)

[areallifenewsbian]

I’d Do It Again. And I’d Do It Again And Again And Again

“What do you want?”

“To talk.” The words stick in Jack’s throat. “And to explain.”

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Jack apologises.

cw: there’s some vaguely referenced internalised homophobia, but it doesn’t have to be read that way

word count: 797 words

relationships: Jack Kelly x Davey Jacobs

Jack pauses. He’d been so sure of himself before, but now that he was actually here, outside Davey’s window, he’s not quite so certain. He takes a deep breath, steels his nerves, and knocks.

The window is opened by Davey, and Jack feels his heart shatter in his chest. Davey’s eyes are raw and red, tear tracks gleaming down his face. He is broken, and he is destroyed.

And Jack did this to him.

“Oh, Davey,” Jack whispered. He began to reach his hand out to wipe the tears away, but stopped. This was not his place. Davey would not want that, not now.

“What do you want?” And oh Jack feels his heart break all over again.

“To talk.” The words stick in Jack’s throat. “And to explain.”

Davey’s expression shuts down, an ice-cold mask of neutrality slipping over his face, and somehow that’s worse than before. “I don’t see what there is to explain. You’re a traitor, Jack.”

Davey’s right, of course. He is a traitor. He knows it. But he doesn’t regret it. He regrets hurting Davey, and Race, and Finch, and Specs and the others, but he doesn’t regret what he did.

“Please.” If it were any other day, Jack would hate how small his voice sounds. But it isn’t any other day, and he doesn’t. “Give me a chance.”

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Davey doesn’t know why he climbed out onto the fire escape with Jack. The tiny part of him that still loves Jack, even after his betrayal, takes control of his body for a moment. Outside, Davey notices that Jack has a blossoming black eye.

“Is that from Spot?” He asks.

“Katherine.” Jack must have picked up on Davey’s confusion, so he added, “She punched me.”

Davey made a mental note to A) stay on Katherine’s good side, and B) ask her about that later. For now, he folded his arms and raised one eyebrow. “I was promised an explanation. Right now, I’m not getting one.”

There was a long moment of silence, broken only by Jack’s heavy breathing. He looked like he was trying not to cry.

Good, Davey thought, viciously, let him cry.

“Pulitzer,” Jack said. His voice sounded strangled, and for a moment Davey wanted nothing more than to just wrap his arms around Jack and never let him go. Then he reminded himself of Jack’s betrayal, and the urge died.

“What about him?”

“He-” Jack took a deep breath. Davey felt his heart melt and decided ‘screw it’. He reached forward and tentively took Jack’s hand in his.

“It’s okay,” he said. “Take your time.”

“I didn’t do it for the money, Davey,” Jack said. “I did it for you.”

Davey felt his heart rush into his throat. “What do you mean?”

“Pulitzer.” Jack’s expression became dark and dangerous, and slightly mournful. “He threatened you. And Crutchie, and Les, and the others but you - he threatened you by name. He called you Davey. The name I gave you, back on that first day. He said that if I didn’t - if I didn’t say what I said - he’d throw you all in the Refuge.”

Davey’s breath caught. “Oh, Jack.”

“If it was just me, I wouldn’t have done it, but it was Crutchie, and Finch, and Romeo, and Les, and you. And I couldn’t let him do that.”

Davey almost told Jack that he loved him right then and there, but he stopped himself. Instead he said, “Do you have any idea how wrong that could have gone? He could have thrown you in the Refuge anyway - Jesus, Jack! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking,” Jack snapped, “That keeping you safe was worth the risk, and I stand by that choice even now.”

And this time Davey couldn’t stop himself, and the words came tumbling out of his mouth. “I love you.” ----------

I love you.

Jack takes an involuntary step backwards out of shock.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No.” Jack realised he’d dropped Davey’s hand and quickly snatched it back up. “No, don’t be. I-” he swallowed. “I love you too.”

“Really?” Davey whispers.

“Really,” Jack confirms. He cups Davey’s cheek with one hand, gentle as can be. He leans in a little, and pauses, letting Davey now that the choice is his.

Davey kisses him.

Davey kisses him, and oh God, it’s everything Jack could have imagined. It’s just a soft peck on the lips, but Jack feels himself leave his body for the duration of that kiss.

They pulled back, and then just stood there, foreheads touching. An air of calm settled over them. Jack could have stayed that way forever, just the two of them, floating in their own perfect world.

“What do we do now?” Davey asks.

“I don’t know,” Jack admits. “But we’ll do it together.”

#this was a lot of fun to write #i love post-rally apology scenes #jack kelly #davey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #92sies #newsies the musical #javid #javey #jack x david

[ihatecoconut]

to the newsies

“Ok.” Katherine was standing on someone’s bed and waving her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up idiots.”

Jack made an offended noise.

“Not you, Crutchie, you’re an angel and we’re glad you’re here.”

“You know,” Race said, kind of lazily from where he was sprawled out across the floor, “If someone had asked me when I first started remembering you guys who I thought would quote memes, my answer would not have been Kathy.”

There was laughter and agreement. Even Davey, who Race was pretty sure still felt out of place in their group despite having been there in the last century and now, laughed at that and made a comment about how he, personally, would have said Race.

“Are you listening or not?” Katherine demanded, once the noise had died back down,

“Yeah, babe,” Sarah called, “we’re listening.”

Katherine took a moment to smile lovingly down at her girlfriend. “Thank you, now, as I am sure you are all aware it is nearly 120 years since our successful strike!”

Apparently, most of the people in the lodging-house turned boy’s home were not aware of this fact, as the room erupted into shouts and confusion, most of the old newsies cheering at the fact that their impact had lasted that long, while others were just expressing their shock at how long it had been.

“In fact!” Katherine continued over the noise, “It will be exactly 120 years on Saturday!”

“What d’ya wanna do about it, Ace?” Jack called back.

“I think,” she replied at a more normal volume since the room had quietened back down to hear what she had to say, “that we should go on some sort of outing to visit everywhere that was important to us last time.”

“That’s really sweet.” Davey said, sounding a little surprised. “I like it.”

“Thank you.”

“Ok, it’s a fun idea,” Spot objected, “but I’m not walking all the way around New York, and I can’t afford the metro.”

“You used to walk all the way around New York,” someone near the back pointed out,

“And further.” Another voice added.

“I’ll pay for it.” Katherine announced, before Spot could get up and work out who was mocking him- she could see it was the twins from her vantage point but wasn’t about to tell him that- “It’ll be fun!”

There were a few other mumbled complaints, enough people were working Saturday that it was agreed they would move it to Sunday instead, and the group split at their normal time to return home- if they didn’t live at Kloppman’s- with their futures looking happy.

*

“Where do you think Kath’ll take us?” Les asked once they had dropped off those who lived at Denton’s and were continuing back to their own house.

“Newsies Square, to start with,” Sarah said, “I mean that’s the most obvious, right?”

Davey nodded, “I’d say the lodging house but most of them already live there, so maybe some selling spots?”

“That place we used to go for water?” Les suggested,

“Jacobi’s.” Davey provided absent mindedly, “Probably, that was where we kind of met her for the first time.”

“Brooklyn as well,” Sarah suggested, “For Spot and Racer, and because that was where she used to live.”

Davey nodded again, “I’m sure she’s got a plan, you know Kath, she’s organised like that.”

*

“Hey.” Race’s voice came through the phone as soon as Spot hit the answer button.

“Hey yourself, what’s up?” He found himself smiling as he rolled over to look at his boyfriend through the screen- they had only put that label on themselves recently and it still gave Spot an odd floaty feeling whenever he said or thought it.

“Just wanted to talk,” Race replied, grinning back and mirroring his position, lying down with the phone propped up next to him, “what d’ya think of Kath’s idea?”

“I like it.”

“You like it?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Race paused, rubbing his nose like he did when he was nervous- it was a gesture that had replaced putting a cigar in his mouth and chewing it- “Hotshot said you still haven’t been back to Brooklyn.”

“So?”

“Well, Kath’s probably gonna take us to Brooklyn…”

Spot rolled onto his back, careful not to upset how he had positioned his phone, so Race could still see him, “Yeah, I know that.” He snapped, and then winced, not meaning to sound as harsh,

“And you’re ok?” Race prompted gently,

“I am.” He said, a little surprised at how true the word were, “I don’t like going to Brooklyn with Hotshot because I don’t feel like their king anymore and they want me to stay in that position…” He glanced over, seeing Race looking at him with nothing but understanding, “I ain’t him anymore.”

“Who are you then?”

“I’m Spot Conlon, I’m your boyfriend, I’m Denton’s kid, I’m Niamh’s brother, I’m…” He trailed off, about to say that he was a newsie, but that wasn’t quite true anymore.

“A newsie?” Race offered, “Because we still are, even if we don’t sell papes anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m a newsie. And I’m a dancer.”

Race laughed from the other end of the call, “Not as good a dancer as me.”

“Nobody’s as good as you, babe.”

*

“Hey, Jack?”

“What’s up, kid?” Jack asked, shifting over so Albert could fit in next to him.

“Do you think that Kath’s idea is a good one?”

“Yeah, of course, why?”

He shrugged, unhelpfully, “Don’t know. Do you think she’ll take us to the cemetery?”

Jack realised almost immediately what was troubling Albert- there were many cemeteries in New York city, but only one where both of Albert’s mothers (this time and last time) had been buried, Albert himself had been buried there as well, last time. Jack was pretty certain that the only person that had seen it, beside Albert himself of course, was Race.

“Do you want to go to the cemetery?” He asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

There was a pause and then Albert nodded, firmly, “Yes, I do.” He nodded again, red hair flopping about as if he was trying to convince both of them of this fact.

“Ok, then I’ll text her and make sure it’s on her agenda.”

“Thanks, Cowboy.”

“No problem, you gonna sleep here or back in your own bed?”

“Back in my own bed,” Albert replied, looking a little offended that Jack would think he needed that, “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“Sure kid,” Jack laughed, dodging the pillow Albert proceeded to try and hit him with.

“We’re the same age!”

*

Sunday actually dawned bright and clear, despite the weather forecasts suggesting that it would rain all week.

Denton woke up everyone in his household- Hotshot, Smalls, Tommy Boy and Spot who lived there, and Sniper and Race who had stayed over- at just gone eight in the morning, resulting in six grumpy teenagers around the table at nine, fully dressed and eating breakfast.

“Alright,” he said as they were just about to leave, ignoring the way Spot groaned ‘not again’, “New York isn’t the best city ever, stay safe, listen to Katherine, don’t loose your money and keep phones out of the reach of pickpockets, everything clear?”

There was a dull chorus of “Yes Denton.” And he finally released them to make the trek across to Kloppman’s.

The Jacobs were already there when they arrived, making polite conversation with Kloppman, and drinking the coffee he provided, the coffee which Race immediately ran for after taking off his shoes. Kloppman simply shook his head at that- very used to Race’s antics after two lives of dealing with him- and gestured towards the cereal and other breakfast foods.

“We already ate,” Smalls told him, “And we already got a safety briefing from Denton before you do it too.”

Kloppman smiled at her, “I wouldn’t dream of telling you to be safe- Cowboy’d just ignore it anyway.”

As if on cue, Jack came stumbling down the stairs, thankfully fully dressed, and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, “I thought I heard people down here.” He said, plopping down at the table and pouring a bowl of cereal, “No Kath yet?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Davey scolded slightly, “And, to answer your question, no we haven’t seen Kath yet.”

“She just texted me,” Sarah said, looking as disgusted as her brother at Jack’s eating habits, “She’s on her way, should be about ten minutes.”

Jack opened his mouth to speak, saw the looks on the twins’ faces, shut it, swallowed and then spoke, “I guess that means we’ve got ten minutes to wake everyone else up.”

Very soon after, the house descended into chaos as those of them who had been awake proceeded to move through the bedrooms, each using their own method to wake those unfortunate souls who were hoping to sleep in. Their unorthodox methods worked, however, and they were all packed into the kitchen when Kath arrived, the girls from Medda’s who had not slept at Denton’s with her.

“Let’s do this!” She announced to the kitchen, waving her list of places to visit, and- as if they had been awake for hours instead of mere minutes- everyone in the kitchen cheered loudly, shoving past each other to grab shoes and bags and anything else they had decided they needed for the day.

Davey had been right, the first stop on Kath’s itemised list was, in fact, Newsies’ Square. It had changed a lot since they had bought papers now, and their school was the building that had once been Pulitzer’s. The yard where Wiesel and the Delanceys had sold the papers was now the open area for the high school, and the buildings around had been modernised, re-painted or simply knocked down and rebuilt. The statue that Jack had climbed on to announce the beginning of their strike wasn’t there anymore, replaced with a small fountain. It was a little disappointing, but as most of them went to school there, they knew what had happened.

“Ey, Jack.” Race called, “Dare you to do your strike speech again.”

Jack waved him off, laughing among the calls for him to do it, and turned to Kath instead, “What’s next?”

Katherine just smiled mysteriously and led the way out. As it turned out, she had somehow managed to work out where each of their selling spots had been- everyone had their own spot in the 1890s, selling spots had been as much a part of newsies politics as their hierarchy within each borough. This part was much more popular than Newsies’ Square, with a few people actually crying when they saw the place they had spent their entire childhood last time. Some spots were almost the same as they had been a century ago, others had been built over and some had been a little destroyed, but they were instantly recognisable.

When they reached Jack, Davey and Les’ selling spot, Kath stopped again and consulted her list.

“We not going to Brooklyn now?” Race asked, “The rest of us sold there.”

“Later,” she reassured him, “I thought we’d do all of Manhattan first.”

“Alright,” Race said, apparently happy with her organisation, “Lead the way.”

*

They stopped at Jacobi’s for lunch, and unlike other parts of their history, this was a place that hadn’t changed- even Jacobi still ran the place, even if he didn’t seem to remember them, and he was as warm, fond, and utterly baffling as he had been before. The food hadn’t changed, even if the prices had adjusted with inflation, and they crowded around a table that wasn’t designed to hold that many people- Les sat under the table as he had always done when they had used it as a meeting house in the past, joined by a few other younger ones- but they made it work, sharing chairs and sitting on each other’s laps.

Davey found himself sitting on Jack’s lap, much to the amusement of his siblings, and managed to keep his blushing under control- they were still navigating their relationship in the 21st Century, it was different to the secret kissing in alleyways that they had done before- and despite being slightly too crowded, a little bit too warm and a little embarrassed, Davey was almost certain that nothing could ever be as perfect as it was just then.

Race danced on the table for them once lunch was finished, accompanied by a few others playing spoons. A few other customers laughed and clapped once they were done, but most of them gave the newsies looks that had them clearing out as soon as Katherine paid the bill, spilling out onto the street and laughingly mocking the lady who had told them they were ‘utterly uncivilized’.

Spot had an arm around Race’s waist in a possessive gesture that he never would have normally done, Jack had grabbed Davey’s hand as they had shoved past the younger ones to get out the door, and he could see others- Blink and Mush, Smalls and Sniper- also moving into gentle couples’ poses. The 21st Century had been good for all of them; there was enough food in their stomachs and they never had to worry about where their next meal was coming from, and they were all more open, more free than they had been when bound to the strict societal positions of the late 19th Century.

“Now,” Katherine said, beaming, “We go to Brooklyn!”

Racer and Hotshot both cheered; Spot didn’t, but his faced creased up into a smile that was very rarely seen, and the group of them followed after Kath.

*

It was nearly six in the evening when they finished, the group of them collapsing onto the grass in Prospect Park, a large tangle of limbs and happiness.

“Hey,” Spot said quietly into Katherine’s ear, having ended up right next to her, “thanks for this.”

She smiled back, “You’re welcome. I thought we might need this.”

He nodded and lay back down on his back, staring up at the clouds which were floating slowly overhead, a contrast to the hectic movement that their day had been.

“Kathy,” Jack said, leaning over Spot and Race, “we’ve still got one more stop, yeah?”

She nodded, “Back in Manhattan, yeah. We’ll rest first.”

Jack nodded in response, ignoring the puzzled looks that Race and Spot gave him, and pointing upwards at one of the clouds Spot had been watching. “That one looks like a fish.”

*

They left the younger ones- middle school and under- at the lodging house before they made their way to the final stop. The chatter from those who were still there died down as they approached the graveyard, nobody asked why they were there- Albert was leading and that gave most of them a good idea of what was happening. Davey and Sarah were confused, but they were polite enough not to ask.

“Trinity Church Cemetery.” Davey read as they went under the archway, still not asking questions, just stating facts.

“Trinity Church Cemetery.” Albert echoed from the front, as he moved through the stones, stepping towards a few small ones near the back. The rest of them followed him, fanning out behind him as he came a stop in front of a small plot of land that housed the DaSilva family- all generations of them, despite the fact that there were only a few marked graves.

He touched a small wooden cross first- obviously weathered and damaged by years of wind and rain- and then traced his fingers over the words on the small stone to the left of it. Race knelt down next to him, one hand sliding around Albert’s shoulders and pulling him into his side.

“His mother.” Jack said quietly, squeezing Davey’s hand unconsciously. “And from this life too.”

Katherine stepped forwards then, a few flowers in hand and placed them on the two graves. Albert smiled, a watery smile, but a smile none the less and they stood as a group until he turned back to the entrance.

“Thank you.” He said once they were back out on the street, “For coming with me.”

“Anything you need.” Davey replied, sliding an arm around him in a similar, but much more paternal way than Race had done. “We’re here for you.”

*

Someone had ordered pizza to the lodging house once they got back, Les and Crutchie had apparently made sure to save some for them, and they dug in with the expected vigour of teenagers who had been walking around all day.

Sarah climbed up onto the bed that Katherine had used only a few days prior to announce her idea and tapped a teaspoon against the coffee mug she was holding. “Attention, please.”

They all turned to her, some still eating, but all listening.

“I want to thank Katherine for taking us out on this trip. I think we all needed it.”

“To Katherine!” Blink shouted, raising his glass, and the rest of the room echoed him, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and mug knocking together.

Sarah climbed back down to sit between her brother and her girlfriend. “To the newsies.”

They both smiled at her, “To the newsies.”

#writing #writer #writers #my writing #writblr #writeblr #writers of tumblr #the newsboys #newsies fanfiction #newsies fandom #sprace #javey #javid #newsbians

[timetogoslumming]

David Jacobs

davey is neutral good! he tends to follow the rules when he thinks theyre right, but isnt afraid to step outside of those bounds if he doesnt agree.

#newsies #david jacobs #Anonymous

[tomorrcwsnews]

🎰

Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships!

1. Bill Hearst Jr. + Baby Jess

I know nothing about your child yet but I see that ‘neutral evil’ on her bio and I’m just gonna yeet this sunshine good boi at her and hope it CLICKS :D

2. Rory Davenport + David “Davey” Jacobs

I love Soft Dumb Boy and Tired Fighty Boy. Okay but Rory listening in rapt attention whenever Davey goes off on a tangent and Davey don’t have to be worried about getting judged or whatever -- GO!

3. Henri “Henry” Deschamps + Matthias “Sweets” Hendriks 

I think this’d be funny in terms of Henry being sassy boi and Sweets being shy boi yet Henry doesn’t mind, he just drags this poor kid around every where because I SEE YOU DONT HIDE WE’RE GONNA GET FOOD ARE YOU IN? like....ultra wingman energy.

4. Isaac “Ike” Hernandez +  Saoirse “Spot” Conlon.

Oh Ike definitely getting Fear(TM) when he meets her for the first time face-to-face and refusing to speak because he doesn’t wanna lisp in front of this badass but eventually they warm up to each other??? Maybe???

5. Jorgelino Josephino “Jo Jo” de la Guerra + Jack Kelly

JOJO LOVES JACK OKAY. Like. Seriously. He respects tf outta Jack and always tries to make him crack a smile but can listen to his venting any time he needs like I don’t have enough JoJo/Jack stuff omg

#wickedpraycrs #;out of papes

[fanficsandthings]

Warmth

Modern!Davey Jacobs x femme!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: It’s prom night, and you’re lonely. Davey has a date, and you’re a little jealous. 

Author’s note: I try to write my fics as gender neutral as possible, but this is definitely a female reader. Also if anybody cares, I have reference pics for what I’m imagining a lot of they’re prom outfits to look like. If anyone wants to know, send me an ask and I’ll post them. please send me an ask, i want people to see them (I just feel weird about fics with outfit pictures in them)

Your day had barely started, and you already weren’t sure if you were going to make it through the night. According to multiple sources, your senior prom was supposed to be one of the best nights of your last year of high school. Then why was it that you were miserable? You had been miserable since you woke up that morning. You thought that maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and you were dreading having to stay up so late. The misery followed you to Katherine’s house, and it was with you the whole time you did your makeup. It loomed around you as you watched Sarah in the mirror as she curled your hair.

Looking at her smile sent a familiar feeling through your body. It was a feeling you got from all the Jacobs siblings; a feeling of warmth. You don’t know where it came from, but they all had it, and it was a beautiful feeling to have. You felt it every time you saw Sarah smile as Katherine walked in the room, like the sun suddenly appeared after a week of grey skies. The feeling was there every time Les came running up to you, going on and on about something he had learned in school that day. Les didn’t take to school too well, but now and then they learned about a subject that captured his attention, and it was all he would talk about for days. The feeling radiated hotter than fire every time you spoke to Davey.

Davey Jacobs with his soft hazel eyes, his love for helping people, the way he always seemed to be wearing the color blue, his passion for every story he wrote, his commitment to his friends, and how good he looked in a tux. You had only seen him wearing a tux in photos, but even then you couldn’t deny how good he looked. Most of your friends had agreed to skip out on your junior prom, but Davey got asked by a girl he was in band with, and he couldn’t say no. She was beautiful, and her and Davey looked perfect in every picture you saw of them. You wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even Kath or Sarah, but you were jealous of that girl. They only went as friends, but you couldn’t swallow that little hint of jealousy that you felt.

This year Davey asked Smalls to go with him. He never fully explained why he asked her, but it was really none of your business, so you didn’t pry. You had wondered why he never even thought to ask you. He was one of your closest friends, and if he wanted to go with a friend, you seemed like a perfect choice. The thought occurred to you that he could’ve also asked Smalls to go as more than friends. They were close, and they seemed to be getting even closer lately. That thought made the cloud of misery around you darken. Davey wasn’t yours, and the way things were looking he probably never would be, but you couldn’t hide the sadness you felt thinking about him with someone else.

Sarah let out a small squeal of excitement, and you snapped out of your thoughts. You looked over at the door as Katherine came fully into the room. You had all seen each other in your dresses before, but this was different. The black fabric fit her perfectly, the skirt swaying around her legs as she walked. She looked beautiful, and you could see tears starting to form in Sarah’s eyes.

Sarah put the curling wand down on the counter and ran over to her. She picked Katherine up in hug and spun in a circle, Katherine’s dress following after her. If you could’ve slowed down time, it would’ve been the perfect shot for a romantic movie.

Katherine’s smile was pure joy as she laughed through her words. “Sarah, you’re gonna wrinkle my dress.”

Sarah stopped spinning and placed Katherine’s feet back on the ground. “You’re just so beautiful,” she said as she kissed Katherine softly, careful not to smudge either of their lipsticks.

Katherine’s cheeks turned even redder under her makeup. “You’re more beautiful than I’ll ever be, Sarah.”

Sarah scoffed. “I don’t even have my dress on yet, Kath. There’s no way I could beat you when you look like that--” She gestured to Katherine’s dress. “--and I look like this.” She gestured to her sweatpants and zip up hoodie.

Sarah’s warmth and Katherine’s sunshine were making you feel a little less miserable, but you decided that it was time for you to interject.  “You both look beautiful all the time, no matter what. Now, can we get back to making me look beautiful, or are you two gonna go makeout in the other room?”

They looked at each other and both raised an eyebrow.

“No!” You almost yelled at them. “You are not ruining your makeup until at least the After Prom.”

“Fine, fine,” Sarah mock sighed. She smiled and kissed Katherine lightly on the cheek before coming back over to you. “You look beautiful too, miss. Even with your hair half done.” “Why, thank you, my lady,” you faked an accent and did your best to bow from your spot in the chair.

“Any time, ma’am,” Sarah faked the same accent and curtsied at you.

“You guys are ridiculous.” Katherine shook her head from the other side of the room. “Now, hurry up. Everyone else should be here in half an hour.”

Katherine’s house was chosen as the spot to take pictures for two reasons. The first was that she had a beautiful backyard that contained a small flower garden with an archway covered in vines and a small gazebo. The second reason was that she had the best staircase anyone could ask for to take cliche prom pictures on. One of the best pictures of the night was of Race falling off the banister onto Albert after he had attempted to slide down it.

Katherine was trying to organize everyone together to get a good group photo, but almost no one was cooperating, so you sat on a small bench in the corner of the room, waiting for your turn to join. There was a purring cat on your lap, so you were pretty content with the situation for now.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Smalls approaching you. She had opted to wear a suit instead of a dress. It was more form fitting than any of the guys’ tuxes were, and she looked amazing in it. She wore a black velvet suit jacket with a dark red bow-tie, and you noticed earlier that Davey wore a suit jacket that matched the color of her tie.

“Smalls,” you started as she sat next to you, “you look absolutely amazing.”

She let a small smile cross her face. “You look beautiful.” She glanced down at the cat in your lap. “You look like you’re covered in hair.” She grimaced a bit, looking down at her suit jacket. Cat hair stuck to velvet like it was velcro.

You laughed at the expression on her face. “It’s fine. I’ve got like 3 lint rollers to pass around. I’ll get all this hair off in a few moments. It’s just nice having a cat right now. Nellie’s good at cheering people up.”

“You need cheering up?” Smalls asked.

“Yeah, I don’t know,” you said, letting out a sigh. “I’ve been in a weird mood today. I’m probably just tired.” You moved your hand to scratch Nellie on the chin, her purring getting louder.

Smalls smiled at the cat, and then looked back at you. “Has Davey talked to you today at all?”

You tilted your head in her direction. “No, not really I suppose. We said hi earlier and took a few pictures together in the garden, but that was about it. We didn’t really talk about anything specific.”

“Oh,” was all she said.

“Should he have?” you asked.

“I’m not sure. He mentioned you when he was on the phone earlier, so I just thought maybe, but I don’t know.”

You thought about her words for a moment. You couldn’t really think of anything to say about that.

Smalls placed a hand on your knee. “I hope you feel better. You deserve to enjoy tonight.”

“Thanks,” you said, smiling slightly at her. You looked down at your dress, the blue fabric now covered slightly in grey hair. “I suppose it’s time to get this hair off.”

You gently pushed Nellie off your lap, then reached down and got a lint roller from the floor beside you. You handed it to Smalls first so she could get the few hairs off of her jacket. She thanked you and then walked back towards the bigger group.

Katherine was still trying to position everyone for the photo. Sarah was standing on the staircase next to Crutchie and Jack. At some point in time Crutchie and Jack had decided that they were going to match what Katherine and Sarah were doing with their outfits. Jack wore an all black suit with a bow tie to match Katherine, and Crutchie wore a white suit with a black tie to match Sarah. Sarah’s dress was simple and white, but it had pockets, and that was the most Sarah thing she could get in a dress. Sarah and Katherine stood out in different ways in their dresses, but they both looked beautiful and like they belonged together.

You finished getting the cat hair off your dress just as you heard Katherine call your name. “Stand behind Jack, next to Elmer.” You nodded and made your way up the stairs.

You didn’t really have a date tonight. A lot of your friends didn’t have dates tonight. Instead, it was decided that the ones who didn’t have dates would draw a name at random, and that would be who you’d be matching your outfit colors to. You had drawn Elmer. He went with a pretty simple black tux, his tie and pocket square matching the blue of your dress perfectly. He looked nice in it, and you complimented him again as he stood next to you on the staircase.

Davey and Smalls stood at the bottom of the staircase. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Davey put a hand on the small of her back to steady her as she accidently stepped into the stair behind her. You leaned down to talk to Jack.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you whispered.

“Yeah, sure.” He turned to slightly face you, his face quizzical.

You glanced over at Davey again. “Davey and Smalls.. are they.. more than friends?”

Jack looked down at them now. Davey had his hand on her shoulder, and she was laughing at something someone had said. “You know, I really don’t know. He hasn’t said much about it. All I know is that she asked him to be her date tonight.”

You stood up straighter. “She asked him? I thought it was the other way.”

“No, she came up to him in study hall one day, and they started whispering about something. When she got up to leave she said ‘So, prom?’ and he said ‘yeah’ and that was that. I haven’t heard anything about them dating, but he doesn’t talk much about his dating life. Why do you ask? You’re not jealous, are you?” Jack leaned in closer to you, a smirk on his face.

You could feel your cheeks starting to burn, but you tried your best to play it off by hitting him on the shoulder. “Why would I ever be jealous of Davey and Smalls? They’re cute together. I’m just wondering. We’re two of his closest friends, and he hasn’t said anything about it to either of us. Smalls talked to me just a bit ago, and she didn’t say anything either.”

You were pulled away from your conversation by Katherine yelling at everyone to not move as she handed her camera to her mom. She got in her place next to Sarah on the staircase.

You tried your best to smile through the photos, but your eyes kept switching over to Davey. He looked genuinely happy; happier than you had seen him in a while. At that moment, you decided you’d try your best to let it go, Davey was happy, and that was what mattered. You could get over whatever feelings you had inside. You could be happy because he was happy.

The rest of the of the night was spent purposefully avoiding Davey. After pictures he had tried to come up to talk to you, but you made up an excuse about Sarah needing your help with something. You had a feeling that talking to Davey wouldn’t help what you felt inside.

You sat at a table to the side of the banquet hall, watching as your friends danced with each other. They all looked like they were having the best night of their lives, and here you were, sitting alone. You spotted Davey and Smalls, who were standing at the side of the dance floor. She was pointing at a group of people that you didn’t quite recognize fully. Maybe one girl in the group looked slightly familiar. Someone Smalls knew separate from your friend group. Davey was leaning down so she could talk in his ear over the loud music.

You figured you had already had all the fun you’d be having during the night. You had danced with Sarah and Katherine, Jack and Crutchie, Elmer, and anyone else who was around you. Race tried to dance with you, but really it was just him flailing around you. He picked you up and spun you in a circle, but he moved too fast and for too long. That led to you getting dizzy, which led to you sitting alone.

You picked up your phone to look at the time. It was getting close to 9pm, and you didn’t really feel up to going to the After Prom. You texted Katherine that you weren’t feeling good, and you were going to take the subway home. It occurred to you that maybe you should text Davey to tell him that you were leaving. He worried too much over the smallest things. You didn’t want him to freak out over not knowing where you were.

Hey, I know we haven’t really talked much tonight, and I’m sorry about that. But I just wanted to tell you that I’m heading home. My head hurts, and I’m not having much fun anymore. Have a good time with Smalls.

You looked one more time at your group of friends. A few of them had scattered, whether off into couples, or with other friends that you didn’t know too well. Smalls and Davey had joined the group she was pointing to earlier. You snuck out one of the side doors, careful not to run into any of the chaperones.

Walking to the subway station, you knew you weren’t going home yet. Being alone at home would be even worse than sitting alone at the dance. No matter where you went tonight you’d be alone, but there was one place that wouldn’t make it feel so miserable.

Washington Square Park had somehow over the years became an almost sacred spot for you and Davey. You weren’t really sure how it happened, but somehow this is where you ended up anytime you needed a good place to think or needed fresh air. The restaurant that Davey took you to when your first boyfriend broke up with you was across the street. When Les ran away one evening, you found him in this park. When you almost had a breakdown one night after studying nonstop for college entrance exams, Davey walked with you around the whole park, just listening to everything you were stressed about. When Davey called you crying one night a few years ago, you ended up on a bench in the park with his head on your shoulder, tears still falling down his face.

Sitting on that same bench, you played with the fabric of your dress. It really was a wonderful blue color. You had chosen it because of Davey. It reminded you of his favorite button up shirt, and you were sure the colors would match perfectly if you held them up side by side. You thought back on what he was wearing tonight. For the first time in a long while, you hadn’t noticed him wearing any blue. You couldn’t really tell what you thought about this, it was just a weird thing; Davey not wearing blue.

You tried to resist the urge to pick up your phone, but it had buzzed a few times on the ride here, and then it buzzed a couple more. You had to see who it was.

Katherine. Hey, I hope you feel better soon. Get some rest.

I’m also sorry you had to leave so soon into this great night.

We’re having less fun now that you’re not here.

We’re all worried about you. We love you!!!

You answered back quickly. Don’t worry Kath. I’m feeling better already. Have as much fun as you want. I love you all too.

You sat in silence for just a minute when you got a text from Davey. Hey, I really wanted to talk to you tonight. I got all caught up doing stuff for Smalls, and then all of a sudden you were gone. Do you mind if I come over so we can still talk?

You answered back. Can it wait until tomorrow? I just really want to go to bed rn.

All he answered back was Yeah sure. See you tomorrow.

You don’t really know how long you sat there after that. You had turned your phone on silent, and had decided to just watch the people who were in the park at this time of night. A few of them gave you weird looks for being in a prom dress in the middle of a park this late at night, but you chose to ignore them. One little girl stared at you in awe as she tugged on her mom’s shirt. You politely smiled at her and waved. She waved back enthusiastically as her mom dragged her in the other direction.

You were looking at a couple a few benches down when someone sat next to you. You turned to ask them if they could sit somewhere else, but those words never made it out. “Davey?”

“Hey,” he said shyly.

“Hey,” you said back. “How’d you know that I was here?”

“I checked your location on my phone. Did you forget that we share locations?”

“Yeah, kinda,” you admitted. You and Davey had your locations shared with each other since it was first available on your phones. It was in part a safety thing, incase anything ever happened to either of you, and also just because you trusted each other enough to do it.

Davey went to grab your hand, but pulled back right when his fingers touched yours. He folded his hands together in his lap. “I was worried about you, because you usually wouldn’t just leave like that, and then when you said you wanted to wait to talk. You’ve never said a talk needed to wait before. It got me really worried, so I checked your location. When it said you were here, I knew something had to be wrong. So what’s bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, Davey. I just, I don’t know. I’ve felt miserable all day. And then you and Smalls. It made me feel worse.” You avoided eye contact with him, instead focusing on the ring you were twisting around your finger.  

“Me and Smalls?”

You let out a sigh. “Yeah, you and Smalls. I don’t know what’s going on between you, and that’s what bothers me most. Jack doesn’t know either. We’re you’re best friends, Davey, and you haven’t told either of us what’s going on between you two.” You paused to take a breathe, half expecting Davey to interject here. When he didn’t, you continued. “I miss you, Davey. We haven’t been hanging out as much lately, and I miss you so much. Watching how you interacted with Smalls today, it made me jealous.”

“Jealous?” he finally questioned.

Your cheeks blushed a bit. You knew this would happen. You knew that if you talked to Davey, everything that you were feeling inside would come streaming out. Now it was happening, and you couldn’t stop it. “I just want to know, are you two together? Like, dating together? If you say yes, I’ll move on and get over it, or at least I’ll try my best to.”

“Dating Smalls?”

“Davey!” you practically shouted in frustration as you stood up from your bench. A few looks from strangers were thrown your way, but you didn’t even notice. You walked a few steps forward before turning around and facing him again. “Just answer my question, please.”

“No, we’re not dating.” He stood up and walked towards you.

“Then why have you been keeping what’s going on between you two so secretive?”

“She asked me to help her make a girl she likes jealous. She asked me to keep the plan a secret. You know how some of our friends are with secrets.” You did know. You had told Race one time in middle school that you had a crush on a new kid in school, and by lunch every one of your friends knew about it. “It worked too. When I left, they were slow dancing together.”

You stood there in shock for a moment. After a while, you were able to get your mind slightly wrapped around what he had just said. “So, she asked you to prom to try to make a girl jealous that she was going with someone else? That’s it? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else between us. I was just helping a friend.”

“Then why have you been so distant?”

“Cuz every time I was around you, I felt guilty about not telling you the truth about it. I thought that distancing us for a bit would make it easier, but now I see that it really just made it worse. I should’ve just told you. I know you can keep a secret. I should’ve told you, and we wouldn’t be here right now.”

You took his hand in yours, pulling him to sit back down on the bench. “The plan worked in two directions, I guess,” you said. “It made Smalls’ girl jealous enough to admit feelings, and here I am. It made me jealous enough to ruin my entire night.”

“The night’s not over yet,” he squeezed your hand gently. “I still have something to talk to you about.”

You looked up at Davey, really looked at him for the first time since he sat next to you in the park. His eyes were soft, reflections of the distant lamp lights dancing in them. His hair was damp, you assumed from sweat, and stuck to his forehead slightly. His suit jacket and vest were unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck. He looked like a mess, but he was still the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

“It’s about us,” Davey continued. A breath caught in your throat, your mind racing in different direction. “About how much I want to be with you.”

You could feel tears starting to form. You weren’t quite sure why, and you held them back as best you could. “Davey...”

Davey took both your hands into his. “I wanted to tell you tonight, but I wanted to wait until I knew Smalls got her girl. I didn’t want to ruin that plan just as it was about to finish. But then I got your text, and thought that I had ruined my plan for you. I wanted to tell you that I loved you as we slow danced. It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud, but it seemed romantic, and you look absolutely beautiful in that dress and—“

You cut Davey off by saying the only thing you could think of in that moment. “You’re not wearing blue.”

“What?”

“You always wear something that’s blue, but tonight you’re wearing red. It’s odd, and I don’t know what to think about it. I chose the color of this dress because of you. It’s your favorite color, and I wanted you to like it, but you’re not even wearing blue.”

“I am.”

You looked at him again. “Where?”

“I’ve got socks on.” He pulled up his pant leg slightly to reveal blue socks, the same color as your dress. “I borrowed Elmer’s pocket square and went sock shopping. I wanted to match.” He blushed a bit as he pushed his pant leg down again.

“I love you too,” you breathed out, just barely above a whisper. You turned your head to look at him again. “That’s not a revelation. I’ve wanted to say that for years, but I can’t believe you found a way to wear blue for me.”

Davey smiled, and you felt like you could melt right there. “I’d do anything for you.” He pulled you to stand up again and took out his phone. He pressed a button, and music played softly through the speakers. “I still would like that slow dance.”

You agreed, resting your head on his chest as you swayed with him. You stayed like that for a couple songs, listening to his heart beat, Strangers passing by said nothing as you danced around them. You were the happiest you had been in a long time.

“Hey,” Davey said, causing you to look up at him. “I love you.”

You smiled at him. “I love you too.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his cheeks turning a slight red color. Your heart skipped a beat as you thought about kissing Davey. You had thought about it before, but you never thought it would actually happen.

“I would love it if you did,” you replied.

He leaned down slowly, careful not to bump your noses together. When his lips met yours, his arms tightened around your lower back, pulling you closer. Your eyes widened slightly with surprise, before closing them as the kiss deepened. His lips were slightly chapped and rough against yours, but this was Davey, and you loved every second of it. The warmth that admitted from him was hotter than you had ever felt it before. He pulled away too soon so you could catch your breath. Both of your breathing was heavy as you stared at each other.

“We should do that more often,” you said, smiling at him.

He let out a small laugh. “I agree.” He kissed you lightly on the forehead. “How about tomorrow?”

“It’s a date.”

#davey jacobs #davey jacobs imagine #davey jacobs x reader #newsies imagine #newsies fic #newsies broadway #newsies fanfic #newsies fanfiction #newsies #newsies x reader #My writing

[belloinfernum-rp]

Davey Gudgeon 

Age- 21-25.

Faceclaim Suggestions- Tyler Posey, Conrad Ricamora 

Loyalty- Neutral

Former House- Gryffindor 

Occupation- Player will decide. 

Label- The Ambitious 

Aesthetic- Caffeine addict, good at keeping secrets, watching snow fall through the window, taste of mint ice cream.

Traits- Player will decide.

Key Points

Player will decide.

Connections

Tilden Toots- Best friend.

Gilderoy Lockhart- Doesn’t trust.

Jacob Thomas- Friend.

Dorcas Meadowes- Friend.

#davey gudgeon #marauders era #marauders rp #marauders era rp #marauders roleplay #hp rp #harry potter rp #character #open #male #mopen #neutral #nopen #gryffindor #gopen

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Jack: Hey, Davey! Wanna commit a felony with me?

Davey: Jack, what the hell?!?

Jack: Wait, sorry, my bad

Jack: *whispering* Wanna commit a felony with me?

Davey: *whispering back* Yeah, of course :)

#ok but is this not the plot of newsies? #but with singing instead of whispering #within 24 hours of meeting the newsies (and jack) Davey was fully prepared to fight a cop and/or break into/out of prison #he was literally ready to commit a felony #though to be fair I too would commit a felony for jack Kelly #Davey would commit a felony if the cause was just #neutral good Davey jacobs #more like: ‘wanna commit a felony?’ ‘do you even have to ask?’ #javid forever #Javid Thursday but on a Tuesday #newsies #newsies 1992 #seize the day #newsies stage show #incorrect newsies quotes #incorrect quotes #jack kelly #davey jacobs #spot Conlon has definitely committed a felony #all the newsies have committed a felony

[princessjaqulinechess1031]

A Date

Pairings: Ravey, Background Jatherine, Implied and Past One-Sided Javid

Characters: Race (POV), Davey, Jack, Katherine, Crutchie/Charlie, Sarah

A/N: Crutchie goes by his birthname in this, Charlie because I can’t think of a reasonable explanation why Crutchie would walk around calling himself Crutchie in a Modern AU.

How dare Davey Jacobs exist?

That phrase was banging through Race’s head, it was all Race could think of his whole shift. It made him a disaster the whole time — he had mixed up up at least three people’s orders, dropped seven glasses, and spilled coffee four times on the carpet. Though the customers had been all very gracious and understanding (because they were decent human beings) Race knew the manager for the night, Snyder (who was not a decent human being), already didn’t like him, so he knew this particular shift was doing little to convince Snyder not to fire Race.

“Rough night, huh Higgins?” Jack (a semi-decent human being) asked by the drink station, loading three cups of coffee on his tray for an order by the far window. Jack was smirking his ass off — he knew exactly what Race was thinking of and why.

Race scolded and wiped down the side of the tea container, even though it was already clean. The traffic in the dinner was steady enough right now, but not busy, leaving Race with just a little bit of downtime as he waited for the cook, Albert, to finish making the order. And if it was the container was empty, Race was trying to do everything he could not to sneak a glance behind him, where Davey was currently collecting an order.

Even if Davey’s sleeves were rolled up and gave Race a perfect view of his arms or if his hair was perfectly waved today. Race was not going to look — it would put him out of sorts again and he was already on thin ice.

“Shut up,” Race shot back, not looking up at Jack.

“You know the rule, you daydream about your partner at work, you get dragged,” Jack said, eyes crinkling. Race bit the inside of his cheek. He had basically dragged Jack through the mud before Jack had finally manned up and asked his girlfriend Katherine out and thought non-stop about her, so it would be a huge hypocritical statement to get on Jack’s case for doing the same to him.

“He’s not my partner,” Race, finally daring to turn around but pointedly keeping his gaze on Jack. “I don’t even know if he’s into guys.”

“Don’t know if who is into guys?”

Race’s heart dropped to the floor and he was sure all his blood drained out of his body. Jack gave a shit-eating grin, and started to head out over to the table he was waiting on. Race swallowed thickly and turned around to see a confused Davey, which very much made Race’s head start spinning again because Davey looked so good to day and he can’t focus when that happens.

“Oh, uh, just some guy I’m into,” Race said awkwardly and internally cringed. Smooth, Anthony, smooth.

Davey’s face flickered with something and Race was surprised. Why was Davey disappointed?

The moment passed and Davey moved past Race to the tea container to fill a cup, most likely for the table he had just been at it. It was quiet for a moment but then Davey spoke.

“I get how you feel though,” Davey said. Race blinked in surprise.

“What?” Race asked.

“You said if you don’t know if your crush or whatever was into men,” Davey said nonchalantly, a stark contrast to the fire Race felt in his heart. Davey shrugged for good measure. “I know how that feels — the uncertainty. It sucks.” Race’s breath caught in his throat. Wait, was-was Davey saying what Race thought he was saying?

“What — are you — you like —“

“Guys?” Davey said, smiling brightly and turning around to face Race. “Yeah. Well, not exclusively, I’m bi.”

“Really?” Race’s excitement was building. At least Davey and him were compatible orientation wise, that was a step in the right direction. “So, you-you date guys?”

Davey blushed. “Well, I’ve wanted to date guys. They’ve been straight or didn’t like me though. I had a girlfriend, once, but we broke up.”

“I’m sorry you guys broke —“ Before the words were out, Davey was shaking his head with a laugh.

“Me and her are still friends,” Davey said. “She didn’t break up with me because she started hating me or something, she just realized she was a lesbian.”

Race gave a quiet laugh. “Good for her.”

Davey nodded once, softly. “Yeah, good for her.”

Race clapped his hands awkwardly and Davey returned to filling the glasses for his current table. What exactly was Race supposed to say next? A declaration of love? Start flirting with Davey? What was the protocol here?

“So, uh, got your eye on anyone in particular?” Race asked. Davey shrugged again.

“I thought Jack was cute for awhile when I first got here,” David said, “but then I found out he’s like practically engaged to Katherine, so that kinda popped that bubble.”

Race cursed Jack at first — because of course Jack would catch Davey’s eye. Jack caught everyone’s eye. Jack was characteristically handsome and more striking to look out, of course Davey would first notice the dark-haired boy. But then he caught that Davey had seemed to move on from Jack, maybe not someone else, but at least at peace at not being with Jack.

“What about you?” Davey asked, stacking the full cups on a tray. “Who’s this mystery guy you’re kinda into?”

Race’s breath caught. Now or never, Race decided.

“You,” Race said. Davey seemed taken aback for a second, stopping what he was doing and turned back to Race, cup of water still in hand.

“Me?” Davey asked, eyes wide. Race swallowed back his fear and summed his cocky grin from somewhere, hoping it came off more charming than he thought.

“Yeah, you gorgeous,” Race said. Davey rolled his eyes and turned away from him again.

“Funny, Race,” Davey said. Race felt panic — Davey thought he was making a joke.

“I’m not kidding Davey,” Race said. His voice sounded weaker than he would have liked. Davey turned to face him again, but his face was more neutral, dark brows burrowed in confusion. “I-I kinda like you and I-I kinda, I was kinda hoping you might want to -to go on a date with me.”

Davey just stared for a moment, before he gave a small smile. “I’d kinda like that.”

Race felt his world fall apart but also glue back together when Davey said that.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Davey said, and once again he was much more nonchalant than Race expected.

Davey checked his watch and picked up the tray, still smiling at Race.

“Text me later when you want to meet or call me or whatever,” Davey said, leaving out of the area and to the table. Race just stared with wide eyes, unable to tear his eyes away from the form of Davey Jacobs.

^^^^

“Really? You’re wearing that?”

Race looked down at this blue button-up and dark skinny jeans, suddenly very anxious about what he was wearing. Was it too much? Should he switch to a t-shirt? Was it too little? Should he break out his one (1) tie and pair of dress pants? They were just going to the movies....

“Is their something wrong with it?” Race asked. Katherine (a normally decent human being) hummed from her spot on the couch, Jack’s head in her lap as he thumbed through his phone. Charlie had Jack’s legs in his lap on the other end of the couch, Jack’s legs balancing the lap top Charlie (a perfectly decent and wonderful cinnamon roll) was ignoring at the moment to look over Race’s outfit.

“If you want to be single, there’s nothing wrong with your outfit,” Katherine said. Race groaned.

“Kath, leave him alone,” Charlie said. “You look fine, Race. Katherine’s just a fashion snob. Davey will love what your wearing.”

Katherine huffed and leaned back against the green, worn couch. “If I wanted to be called a snob, I would have stayed at my apartment with my roommate.”

Race rolled his eyes. “You really think Davey will like it?”

“Yeah,” Jack said, not looking up from his phone. “Those pants make your ass look good. He likes your ass, so he’ll like those pants.”

Race blinked, but then he smiled. “He likes my ass?”

“Yes, he does,” Jack said, reaching for a bowl of popcorn on the floor. Charlie checked the time on his laptop and frowned.

“You may want to hurry Race,” Charlie said. “You said you’ll pick him up at seven and it’s almost a quarter till.” Race checked his phone and sure enough, Charlie was right. Quickly grabbing his coat, he rushed out of the apartment with his keys and a hasty parting. By time he nearly made it to Davey’s apartment, Race was out of breath — from nerves or running here, Davey wasn’t sure.Running a hand through his blond hair and taking a deep breath, Race knocked gently on the door.

A series of crashes and a female voice laughing could be heard, and then the door opened to reveal Davey, who was smiling brightly in a dark dress shirt and jeans.

“Hey Race!” Davey said. The female voice called out something.

“You gonna trip again, Davey?!”

Davey turned away from Race and scolded.

“Sarah!” Davey said. “Can you act like a normal human being for once?!” The female voice cackled and droned out, presumably because she went deeper into the apartment.

Davey turned back to Race and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry about that, my sister is —“

Race waved it off. “I live with Jack, Dave. I understand embarrassing people when guests show up.” Race smirked. “May have done it to him once or twice.” Davey gave him a knowing look. “Or twenty times.”

Davey nodded and reached to grab something on his wall, his keys, and slipped it into his pocket. He stepped outside to meet Race, smiling once again as he shut the door.

“You ready?” No.

“Yes.”

^^^

“Well that was a good movie,” Davey said as they arrived back at Davey’s door. Race nodded once and shuffled his feet awkwardly on the hall carpet.

“Yeah, it was good,” Race said. Race smiled and looked down at where Davey’s hand was still clutched in his own. “This was nice. I-I had fun. Di-did you?”

Race had very much had fun. Spending time with Davey, clutching his hand tightly the whole time. He had especially loved the walk back and from, where he got to spend talking about anything — trivial things like their favorite candy (Kosher skittles — Davey, Snickers — Race) and also more somber things like where they grow up (Manhattan — both) and what they wanted to do with their lives (law — Race, medicine — Davey).He was hesitant to let the night end. There was so much more about Davey that he wanted to know. So much he wanted to learn.

“I had fun too,” Davey said. Davey squeezed his hand and then snuck a glance at the door. “Wo-would you-you like to come in? For coffee or something?”

Race bit his lip. Did Davey mean coffee literally or was he referring to .... No, no way. Davey seemed like the take-it slow type. But still, Race put on a grin and leaned closer.

“Can’t wait to get your hands on me, uh, Dave?” Race asked, wiggling his brows suggestively. Davey blushed a little but mostly laughed it off.

“I mean actual coffee, Race,” Davey said, rolling his eyes. Then Davey’s smile twitched. “Although you do look great in those jeans.”

Race’s heart stopped beating, which shut off circulation to his brain thus rendering him unable to make decisions. Or at least, that’s what Race decided must be what happened, because that was the only reasonable explanation for what he did next.

Race leaned forward and connected his lips to Davey’s, eyes shutting tight out of fear of Davey’s reaction. At first, Davey’s lips were stiff beneath Race’s, but then they were moving too, pushing against Race’s own. Race’s hands slipped into the brunet’s hair, fingers curling around the short strands. This movement was in time with Davey’s hands curling around Race, one resting on Race’s hip and another on the small of his back.

Race moaned into his lips and never wanted to stop kissing them. Davey’s lips were soft and warm and perfect and Race felt like he had been waiting his whole life to touch them against his own. Davey pulled Race closer against him and yet Race wanted to be closer, even if they couldn’t be any closer — no space between their bodies and no air able to pass between their lips.

Eventually they had to pull away for air, and Race looked at Davey, both of them still tangled together in the hallway.

“So..uh, coffee?” Davey asked.

“Coffee,” Race affirmed, nodding. Davey (a wonderful human being and great kisser) smiled quickly let the two of them inside the apartment.

A/N: I love Ravey so much now, so enjoy my new obsession. Watch as a devolve into insanity over my new ship.

Have a blessed day.

— Princess Chess

#newsies #davey jacobs x racetrack higgins #ravey #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #newsies live

[rivertellsstories]

Katherine/Davey “I’m pregnant.”

Hello there, sorry it took so long! This fic starts kind of crack-y but I swear that it’ll get sweet later on. I’m not gonna lie, I found this a bit hard to write, since pregnancy is not on my mind. Anyway, this thing has a wordcount of 1361

David’s birthday is coming up and Katherine is the absolute best girlfriend ever, if she may say so herself. She’s also filthy rich and more than willing to spend a more than generous amount of money on books she knows he’ll love. The problem is, that she’s never learned how to wrap gifts. To her, it’s a mystical occurrence that can only be conducted by the highest of mankind. Or you know, Sarah Jacobs, her best friend and saviour in trying times. Because her father has a nonsensical ‘no visitors’ rule in their house, she takes the stack of books with her to school to wrap them there.

This leads her to the current situation, where her boyfriend is politely knocking on the door of the newspaper club’s office and her panicking about the books on the table in front of her. “One moment!” she calls out. In a panicked daze, she looks around the office, looking for a box or another large container. When she doesn’t immediately find one of those, she takes her teacher’s jacket off the hook, ties the books around her waist with a belt and puts the jacket over it. “Yeah, come in.”

David’s head peaks around the corner and he frowns in confusion. “What are you doing Kath?” She looks down on the bulging jacket, gets a sudden bout of inspiration and sighs dramatically. “I’m pregnant, dearest”, she whispers, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically and David’s confusion doesn’t disappear, but he comes over to her, presses a kiss on her head and laughs. “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing mother, all though I doubt that it’ll survive the solid phase of it’s life, since you can’t cook at all.”

“That’s where you come in, love”, she whispers and kisses him softly. For a moment, they stand there kissing each other and when Katherine turns a bit more, to press closer to her boyfriend, her book-belly hits him and she gets reminded of the situation she’s currently in. “I have to go”, she announces, clutching the concealed bundle of books. “I’ve got an uhhhh, doctor’s appointment”, she lies and swiftly leaves the room.

She runs through the school, trying to find Sarah, but bumps into Race instead. “Racer, good”, she says as she pulls the confused boy into the nearest classroom. As she starts taking the jacket of, Race covers his eyes and gasps dramatically. “Katherine, have you never heard of chastity?” Rolling her eyes, Katherine puts the stack of books on a nearby desk. “Help me hide these, please.”

“Katherine, you’ve got a locker to put that shit in. Is snorting book pages making you forget logic again?” Katherine ignores the jab for now, deciding to verbally stomp him into the ground later on. Now, she opens the door again to get to her locker, but she spots David in the hallway and curses. It makes Race look up and he gives her a questioning gaze. “What’s up Kath?”

“These are for David’s birthday and he can’t know about them, but he keeps showing up! I stuffed them under the jacket and told him I was pregnant.”

“I now understand why we call you the smartest person in our group, I really do”, Race deadpans and Katherine glares at him. “Okay here is the plan”, Race announces and takes the books and the jacket from Katherine. “I stole your baby. You should alarm the father.” With that, Racetrack runs off.

David looks up at the sprinting Race, but then Katherine beelines for her boyfriend. “David! Race stole the baby!” she pants as she tries to block his view and gain his attention. It works, as David scrunches his nose in confusion. “What?” he brings out and Katherine, who has seen Race disappear behind the corner shrugs. “Never mind, our baby will lead a good life, far away from the difficulties the two of us face on a daily basis. Our child is safe now.”

“O-okay?” David stammers in confusion and then the bell rings and she and her boyfriend part ways. David, the dutiful soul returns to his classroom, while Katherine runs off to meet his sister.

She meets Sarah and Racer in the club office and two other teens help her with wrapping the presents. “Hell yeah babyyyy”, Katherine exclaims when they are done and looks at the impenetrable bundle of scotch tape, that previously had been a stack of books. “I think this’ll do the job, thanks Saz, Racer.” She gives the two of them a blinding smile and winks at Sarah. “Now  I can wrap your presents just as nicely when I get home.”

David has been summoned to the principal’s office and he has no clue as to why. Today has been weird enough already and he really does not need Joseph Pulitzer on top of it, no thank you. Dragging his feet, he enters the office after Hannah told him he could proceed. Awkwardly, he takes a seat in front of Pulitzer and waits for the man to turn around.

The man does exactly that, in a sudden and abrupt manner. “Is it true?” he asks, mouth a rigid line and his whole posture stiff. “You might want to be a bit more specific sir”, David states, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. “About you and my daughter”, the man interrupts briskly and David blanches. He isn’t exactly prepared to tell his girlfriend’s father about their relationship, but the man would know sooner or later, right? “Yes sir”, he answers and before he can elaborate, Pulitzer explodes.

“What the fuck were you thinking, getting my daughter pregnant?” he yells and David tunes him out at that point. Ah, so this is how is life is going to be from now on. He will be known as teenage dad David, because his father’s girlfriends has never experienced humour in his life. An idea forms in his head and David knows that it’s a bad idea. A terrible one even. But Jack Kelly is his best friend and a terrible influence at that. “We’re buying a house next weekend. Thank you for sponsoring us, dear father in law”, he manages to say with a straight face and he nearly runs out of the room.

Eventually, all gets cleared up when Katherine decides to host David and Sarah’s birthday party, against her father’s wishes of 'no visitors in this house’. She gets a modest kiss from her boyfriend as a 'thank you’ and when she looks behind her, she can see her father glaring at him. Ah typical. Guess she should wait for a better kiss until she manages to get him somewhere alone.

Bonus:

They’ve been planning it for a while now, but Katherine can’t suppress her excitement and can barely wait for her husband to get home. There’s a thousand ways of telling him racing through her head, but as he enters their shared apartment, she can’t think of even one. “Good evening beautiful”, he whispers as he kisses her, softly, deeply and buries his nose in her hair. They stay like that for a while, pressed closely together, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. Then David pulls back a little, kisses the tip of her nose and groans. “Who’s gonna make dinner tonight?”

She kisses his nose as well and his cheeks, eyelids, forehead. Everywhere she can reach, Katherine places tiny kisses on her husband’s face and he smiles in return. “You have to. It’d be a shame for me to cook in these hard and trying times”, she jokes with a twinkle in her eyes. Realisation dawns on his face, but she tells him nonetheless. “I’m pregnant.”

The kiss that follows, is a pure expression of desire. Their lips connect and reconnect countless times before David lets his forehead rest against hers. “Katherine, that’s wonderful”, he whispers and kisses her again.

Katherine thinks about the joy she’ll see on her friends’ faces when she tells them the news, about the bliss of searching names and clothes for their little one, about the delight choosing godparents for her child will bring and smiles. New doors are opening for her and her husband ans she’s sure that the experience is going to be wonderful.

#daverine #kavid #davey jacobs #katherine pulitzer #David jacobs #Katherine plumber #rivers stuff #request

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies: chapter 7

ANY AND ALL PERVIOUS PARTS ARE UNDER # SPY BOYS

and so the series continues

this may seem like a bit of a filler chapter, but remember that there are no filler chapters in this series, everything ive out in here for a very distinct reason. 

also this may be the beginning of me hurting Finch protection squad don’t attack me

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ship: platonic ralbert, eventual sprace 

warnings: Davey is a massive asshole

word count: several

editing: yes

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To say Albert was looking forward to meeting Davey Jacobs that morning would be like saying a person looked forward to being bitten by a rattlesnake. But, he still managed to maintain his composure as he rode the subway with Jack and Race downtown to the NYC FBI Headquarters.

The PA system crackled to life, announcing the station they were approaching. Beside him, Race tapped his shoulder, signaling that this was their stop. Even after all these years, race still had the subway map memorized.

After climbing back up to street level and walking a few blocks, Albert paused outside a seemingly normal office building. “This is it.”

“Ah yes, headquarters,” race paused to pop a mint in his mouth, “my old friend.”

“This is headquarters?” Jack stared up at the looming office building. “It looks so-”

“Intimidating? Deadly?” Albert draped his arm around jacks shoulders.

“I was going to say mundane,” jack said as race opened the front door.

“Oh please,” race paused to flash his badge at the person at the front desk and gestured for Albert and jack to do the same. “This place has guns that come out of the windows and elevators that can explode.”

“You know that’s not true, Race, stop trying to scare him.” Albert pressed the up arrow on the elevator. “Besides, if this place did have the technology to do that, it was probably lost when we almost exploded the weapons lab.”

“Am I ever going to hear that full story?” Jack asked as the doors opened and they stepped inside.

“No,” Albert and race said in unison as race hit the button for floor 68. After the doors closed, Albert spoke up.

“So, here’s the plan,” he said. “I’ll do all of the explaining, and race will answer questions with me. You,” he turned to jack, “are not to speak unless you are directly asked a question.”

“Sounds good,” race agreed, for one not complaining about not doing the talking.

The elevator pinged, announcing their floor. As they stepped out, jack spoke up. “This Davey Jacobs person that we’re meeting with, is he really as scary as you guys say?”

“No,” race smirked as he opened the door to Jacobs’s office. “He’s way worse.”

Albert groaned. He would rather die again than go to this meeting.

•••

10 minutes later, the three of them were being shown in to Jacobs’s very large corner office by a bored looking secretary. Jacobs barely glanced up from his computer screen in greeting.

“Oh Dasilva, I see you’re still alive,” he sighed, still typing away.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” Albert said as he, jack, and race took a seat on the couch across from Jacobs’s desk, “I might think you don’t like me.”

Jacobs wisely chose to ignore Albert’s comment. “Look, I’m going to be perfectly honest with you. I don’t want you guys here.”

Beside him, Race let out a snort. Albert subtly stomped on his foot.

“But, you have somehow managed to become two of the best FBI field agents in the country, so I’ve decided to give you one more chance.” Jacobs paused to reach into one of his desk drawers.

While he was distracted, Race leaned over to whisper in Albert’s ear. “Was that a compliment?”

“I think so…?”

Race made direct eye contact with Albert and dabbed. Albert and jack had to bite their lips to keep from laughing.

Jacobs, meanwhile, pulled a file folder onto his desk. “You are the third set of agents to try this case. The first two who tried ended up having to flee the country 4 years ago. I cannot tell you their names for safety reasons.”

Albert and Race exchanged glances. Jack looked scared.

Jacobs was unfazed by their reactions. “The next two to try were your friends from training, Finch and Buttons. They barely got any information before YMONY got onto them and they were attacked while searching a warehouse. That was six months ago.”

“Are they okay?” Race asked immediately.

“Buttons is fine and working for Medda at the coffee shop.”

Albert nodded, he remembered Medda mentioning that the day before.

“And Finch?” Race asked hesitantly.

“Out of commission until further notice,” Jacobs said without looking up from the case file.

Race bit his lip and jack gulped wile Albert silently pondered ways to strangle Jacobs with the office supplies on his desk. He had been very close with Finch in training, and he was one of the best field agents that he knew and he had impressive aim with a slingshot.

“You can see why I was hesitant to put any of my guys on this case after that,” Jacobs continued. “But then we got the note, and I knew we had to try again. So I called you guys.”

Albert’s blood was boiling. “So, you just want to get rid of us?” he asked incredulously.

“Well when you put it that way it sounds so unpleasant,” Jacobs said, turning to face Albert for the first time, hands folded in front of him, a thin smile playing on his lips.

Race wisely chose not to say anything while Albert glared at Jacobs as he went back to sifting through the case file.

“Damn it,” Jacobs muttered, picking up his desk phone. “Excuse me for just a second,” he said, standing up and looking out the window at the impressive view of the city as he talked.

“God, he’s even worse than I remember,” Race muttered, rubbing his temples.

“He actually wants us to die,” Albert agreed, sneaking a peek at jack, who looked scared out of his mind. “How you holding up, jack?”

Jack shook his head. “I’d rather be back in foster care than here right now.”

Albert let out a small laugh. “Don’t let him get to you, we’ll crack this case right open and show him who’s boss.”

Jack attempted a smile as Jacobs hung up the phone and came back to his desk.

“Sorry about that,” he said, sitting back down. “I left a piece of information out of your case file and had to have my intern go get it.”

As soon as he finished the sentence, there was a knock at the door.

“That would be her now.” Jacobs said. “Come in.”

The door opened and a girl about Jack’s age with long reddish hair and bangs stepped in. She was wearing black dress pants, heels and a white blouse.

“Here you are, Mr. Jacobs,” she said, handing over a folder.

“Thank you,” Jacobs said. Then he turned towards Albert, Race and Jack. “This is my intern, Katherine Plumber.”

Katherine waved at them. Albert almost laughed out loud when he saw jack practically drooling. That’s what you get for being a hormonal bisexual disaster, he thought.

“Katherine was being trained by Finch and Buttons, but until, well, if, Finch returns to the field, she’s splitting her time between interning at my office and working with Buttons for Medda.”

Oh fantastic, Albert mentally groaned. He was going to have to deal with Jack drooling all over Katherine at the coffee shop. Race must have picked up on this as well because Albert could see him - unsuccessfully - trying to suppress his laughter.

“Anyway,” Jacobs waved his hand dismissively at Katherine and she left the office. “These are the field reports for the two previous attempts to crack this case.” Jacobs slid the file across his desk toward Albert, who looked through it briefly before closing it.

“So,” Jacobs said, folding his hands on his desk. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve found out?”

“Well,” Albert said. “We decoded the letter, and it led us to a guy named Spot who is in YMONY and wants out. We met with him yesterday and he’s willing to work with us to bring them down in exchange for immunity. And, uh,” he paused, clearing his throat. “Race is going undercover as a gang member to get inside information.”

As soon as Albert mentioned Race’s role, Jacobs grinned like a maniac. It took every ounce of self control that Albert had not to slap him in the face. That was his best friend going into one of the most dangerous gangs in the world, and there was a very real possibility that he could die. It was not a laughing matter. But, somehow, he kept a neutral face.

“Sounds like you guys are in the right track,” Jacobs said approvingly. “As always, you have access to any of our resources, except the weapons lab.”

Race rolled his eyes and Albert couldn’t help but agree. As if they needed anyone’s help, especially Jacobs’s or his pretentious weapons lab. They would be doing this themselves.

“Of course,” Race said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“And you,” Jacobs said, turning to jack with a fake smile. “Jack, right? Are these two doing a good job training you?”

Albert squeezed his eyes closed. Don’t screw this up, jack, he thought.

“Yeah,” jack said, shooting the fake smile right back at Jacobs. Damn, Race had taught him well. “They’ve taught me so much, way more than I learned in training. And they’ve done such a fantastic job making me feel welcome in their hectic lives. We have so much fun out on the road and during missions. I couldn’t have asked for better mentors.”

Albert felt his heart grow three sizes and Race’s smile could be seen from space. This was the first time they had trained anyone, and he was glad Jack was speaking highly of them, especially in front of their worst enemy.

“Oh, well then,” Jacobs said defeatedly. “Good job I guess.” He spat the words out like they were poison, which on any other occasion would have made Albert flaming mad, but this time he savored the moment.

“Alright, I expect weekly reports,” Jacobs said, standing up, Albert, Race, and Jack following suit.

“Will do,” Albert said.

“Dasilva, Higgins, Kelly, good luck. Now,” he gave them a sickening smile. “Get out of my office.”

They didn’t have to be told twice. The three of them booked it out of the office and into the hallway where they had a victory dance party for passive agressively kicking Jacobs’s ass.

“Jack, bro, I didn’t know you liked us that much!” Race exclaimed, ruffling his hair playfully.

“Well,” Albert said. “He could have been just saying that to save our asses.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jack smiled at them. “You two are like the older brothers I never had, I meant every word of that.”

“Aww, jack.” Race went in for the hug, and Albert followed suit. It felt good knowing they were having a positive impact on someone else’s life. Albert could tell that Race especially was enjoying this.

“Wait,” Albert said, pulling away. “That was a very successful meeting. You know what that means?”

A smile stretched across Races face, lighting up his bright blue eyes as he stared at Albert. “Time to jump in the elevator on the way down!” He said excitedly as the two of them bolted toward the elevator.

“But that thing was so faaaast,” jack whined from behind them.

“The faster the better,” Albert winked as he hit the down button. They had just endured a meeting with their mortal enemy, they definitely deserved a few minutes of acting like children.

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so what do we think of davey?

also isn’t jack just the cutest

there will be more of Finch dw, or maybe you should worry

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[all-theimaginess]

We’re Inevitable - Part 3

Fandom: Newsies Pairing: eventual Davey x reader Word Count: ~2,000 Tag List: @helplessfor-fictionalcharacters @races-cigar @ghostiex-x @theresagoodchanceicouldfly @benniebadeend @rxcer @the-navistar-carol A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back with an update. I hope that you enjoy it. Taglist is still open! (Strikethrough means that your tag didn’t work)

Part One  Part Two -- Part Four

The day started with you waking up before dawn to find Jack gone. You soon remembered that Jack was most likely on his way to, or on the way back from, Brooklyn. Starting to wake-up more fully, you slowly got up. It wouldn’t be long before the morning bell rang and the newsies started getting up. Carefully, you made your way down the fire escape and rushed to Medda’s theater. Today would be an interesting day, you could just feel it. It didn’t matter how things ended up. After today, things would be different. The better or worse hadn’t been decided yet.

Although your room at Medda’s theater was technically an extra dressing room that was semi-attached to the costume closet, you were happy to call it home. Fabric was draped across chairs and the edges of the hanging rack in the corner that held unfinished and torn costumes.

Quickly, you flipped through the dresses on your clothes rack before deciding on one. The one you chose was care-worn, but maintained its simple charm. You smiled, catching your reflection in the mirror once you got the dress looking just the way you wanted. It would be perfect for whatever happened in the day ahead. You exited the theater just as the morning bell rang.

Most of the Manhattan newsies had yet to arrive when you reached newsies square. Your pace sped up you saw Jack standing with some of the other newsies in front of the ‘The World’ gate. As you made your way toward them, you noticed that none of the Brooklyners were there. Your expression faltered, but you refused to let any of the boys see any loss of hope. Optimism and perseverance would be everything if they had any hope of winning against Pulitzer and the other papers. Of course, more people wouldn’t hurt either, but the newsies would do the best with what they had. It was what they had always done. “Brooklyn waitin’ to make a dramatic entrance or something?” You asked sarcastically with a light chuckle.

The guys chuckled and nodded their heads in hello as you passed them. “What’d you do, leave the new kid in Brooklyn?” you asked Jack jokingly to cover your curiosity as to where Davey was.

“Hm?” Jack’s gaze focused on you, “Oh, nah. He just had to run home to get Les. Said he’d be right back.” Jack attempted to subtly, yet critically take a look at you. “You look nice...”

“Thanks,” you answer with simple caution, “So do you. Tryin’ to look nice for the papes, or the reporter?” you ask in a cheeky fashion. Casually, you glanced around to see if any other newsies had joined the group and more had.

Jack smirked, “I could ask you almost the same question.”

Your brows furrowed in fake confusion and shook your head. “I got no idea what you’re talking about..”

“Look, I get it. You’ve liked him for a long time, so you took this opportunity to look nice. Maybe you’se thinking that he’ll finally see what’s in front of him...” He pushed verbally, leaning forward slightly.

Anxiety coursed through your body. You were so busted. You were sure that Jack knew, but you had to try and play it off. You shrugged when he paused, acting casual. You wouldn’t say that you liked Davey for a long time, you met him almost a week ago. Wait, who was Jack talking about?

When you didn’t respond, Jack continued, “I just don’t want you getting hurt, alright? And if Racetrack hurts you, I’ll kill him, there ain't no doubt about that,” he smiled protectively, “But, I can’t stop you from going after somebody that makes you happy. ...Unless it’s a Delancey, then we’d talk.” Jack cracked a more easy-going smile and you chuckled. Jack continued with a tired grin,“I just want you to be happy.”

Relief washed through you. You weren't busted after all. “I know, you just want the best for me,” you smiled warmly. When all of this calmed down, you really needed to tell Jack what was going on with you. “Could you do me a favor and just not say nothin’?” There was already enough going on and you didn't feel like adding to the chaos. You looked around once more and noticed that Race, Buttons, and Finch had arrived.

“Not a problem. Tell him when youse is ready.” Jack smiled, and squeezed your upper arm.

“Tell who, what?”

You tensed at the newly familiar voice that came up from behind. You turned with an easy smile on your face. There was curiosity and a tinge of worry gracing Davey’s features. “Nothing. Everything’s fine. It’s nothing that can’t wait until this is through,” you reassured. Davey’s expression seemed to lighten. “I’m gonna go check in with some of the other newsies.”

“Yeah, you do that.” Jack sounded amused. You were sure that he thought you were looking for Racetrack, but in reality you knew that being seen interacting with Davey would more than likely give you away. That was something you just weren’t ready for.

~~Time skip~~

With Wiesel and the Delanceys gone to get reinforcements, there was a moment to breathe. All of the triumphant faces made your heart swell. You hadn’t even noticed that Katherine had arrived. Next thing you knew, you were being pulled into the photo by Davey. You posed and smiled as the flash of the camera felt like it temporarily blinded you.

Then suddenly, everyone was celebrating and hugging, some were even playfully throwing papers in the air. You happily turned and hugged Buttons, and then Racetrack, who embraced you tightly before he handed you pages of newspaper to toss with a playful smile.

All of the celebrating ended with the sound of two hits of a club against metal.

The chaos that ensued soon after was exhilarating and terrifying. Papes were flying, barrels and wagons were rolling, and everywhere you turned there were newsies fighting. Everything seemed to be going alright. The newsies seemed to be more than holding their own.

Then the cops showed up, and things turned ugly real fast.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ran around, attempting to help and avoid the cops. Someone grabbed you at the waist and started to pull you away. Instantly, your instincts kicked in. You looked back to find that it was Morris, then turned quickly to elbow him in the face and stomp his foot. You didn’t have time to appreciate his look of surprise before you escaped from his embrace.

Newsies were starting to clear out of newsies square. Not fully paying attention, you run into Davey and Les. “Gotta stop meeting like this,” he said with a tired smile, “Follow me.”

“Where to?” You asked.

Davey grabbed your hand and smiled. “Trust me.”

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The three of you ran a few blocks before figuring out that no one was chasing you.  Davey had yet to let go of your hand, and you hoped that he wouldn't any time soon. “It's so pretty here,” you noted, before looking over at Davey. He seemed to be carrying himself a certain way, the adrenaline wearing off. His pace slowed. Your gaze took in the park that you had no idea existed while Davey guided you slowly to a nearby bench, without you realizing he let go of your hand when he sat down.

You looked over to find Davey sitting rigidly and looking up at you. Les was sitting on the grass beside the bench. You looked discreetly down at your hand and smiled fondly. When you looked back at Davey’s posture, you figured out that was feeling some pain was starting to set in. Your smile faded with worry as you sat close to him. “Are you alright?” You asked, turning yourself to take him in.

“Yeah, I just need a moment,” he sighed tiredly and glanced over at his younger brother. “Les, you alright?”

Les was holding onto his left arm as he looked up at Davey. “My arm hurts a bit.”

Your lips pursed as you leaned slightly over Davey. “If you two can handle it, I should have fabric back at the theatre to make a sling. It ain’t too far from here, I think,” you offered, leaning back to where you were.

The Jacobs brothers shared glances, silently debating before coming to a conclusion moments later. “Alright, lead on.” Davey stated, slowly rising from the bench before helping Les.

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Getting back to the theatre took slightly longer than you thought it would. You sighed in relief when you finally reached your destination. “Home sweet home,” you smiled triumphantly before opening the door to the costume closet that was attached to your living quarters. “Feel free to sit anywhere that there isn’t stray fabric.” You casually picked up pieces of fabric to clear seating options while also keeping an eye out for one that would work for Les.

You returned triumphant minutes later with a random piece of neutral looking fabric and an ice pack for Davey. You handed Davey the ice pack and crouched down close in front of Les and gestured for his arm, the fabric ready. He winced in pain as you maneuvered the fabric to where it needed to be. You checked with Les before tying the sling closed. He said that it felt good and thanked you for your help. “It’s the least I can do,” you smiled, “Now, you try to relax. And, no more fights, Okay?” Les nodded tiredly and relaxed back into his seat.

Up until now, you had been trying not to think about the fact that you had been able to feel Davey’s full attention on you. Clearly, you were failing miserably. Though, maybe this meant something. Maybe he felt the same way. Or, it could just be that you were taking care of his brother and he was eyeing you like a hawk, like any protective older brother would do. You looked back at Davey when you heard him speak. “You’re good with him,” he stated.

“He’s a good kid. Quite the trooper out there today,” you smiled coyly as you took in his features, “you all were.” A bruise was starting to show on his cheek. “I think I might have something for that bruise...” You were in the middle of rising when Davey cut you off.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t even hurt,” he reassured you as he rose to stand, “Thank you, for ah, makin’ the sling for Les.” He moved himself subtly closer to you.

“Like I said, it’s the least I can do. You guys got me outta there. I should be the one thanking you...” You trailed off, looking down. You sat the refused jar of ointment down on the desk beside you. “So, thank you Davey.” You quickly grabbed his hands, before your courage left you, leaned in and kissed his un-bruised cheek. The kiss only lingered for a moment before you pulled back slowly, realizing how close your faces were. You could see a hint of a smile grace his face. You tried pulling away, taking a step or two before Davey pulled you back in.

Davey’s eyes glanced down to your lips before returning to your gaze. One of Davey’s hands let go of yours and cupped the side of your face. He leaned in slowly as if asking for permission. You smiled and closed your eyes before you started leaning.

When you were merely centimeters apart, the door of the costume closet shot open, banging against the wall, and you and Davey jolted apart. Racetrack pushed his way into the area seemingly not realizing immediately that he might have interrupted something. He paused for a moment with a smirk. “What’s going on here?” You could hear the humor in his voice as Les rubbed his eyes.

“Nothin’ Race, I was just helping Davey and Les,” you covered, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Everything alright?”

“Uh huh, sure.” He said, with a look that suggested ‘we’ll talk later’. “Everything’s not alright. They got Crutchie. He’s gone to the refuge.”

#newsies imagine #davey jacobs imagine #davey jacobs x reader #newsies x reader #jens masterlist

[taylorharrysversion]

Girlsies hcs i can think of and worked on at 11-12 AM last night

fun fact before we start: Kathrine (Joesph’s daughter) actually died in 1884. Who knew?

Kathrine Pulitzer

Lesbian

Her favorite show is The End of the Fxxxing World

“I’m so gay for alyssa like wtf?”

“We know kath”

She and Spot are saltmates

“Hey, madison? Who sings that song?”

“Bruno Mars”

“Please let him sing it”

Legit when he’s doing hw

“Kath, stfu. I’m trying to think”

“Yeah i know i can see steam”

After Spot finally gets a bf

“Gross”

“I mean at least i can get someone but yeah, me too”

“ BL OCK ED”

Jack and Kathrine have dated before

She was confused

He was helping

Chaotic Good™

She fucking loves her siblings and they all accept her

“What a lovely day to be-”

“Gay”

All six of them say it at once

Her mom’s chill with it

Dad not so much

He doesn’t shame her

But he isn’t gonna try and force her to be straight cause honey he knows she’s deep into the gay hell hole

She wears buns constantly

Also when she doesn’t wear makeup she looks like a goddess

“Wow you should stop wearing makeup more often. I may actually go straight for once”

“Fuck off spot”

Whenever she and sarah finally get together

“well my saltmate and my best friend are together who would’ve figured.”

“Spot leave my lesbian ass alone you gay irish boy”

Cuddles

Kathrine is very loveable and anyone who says otherwise gets beat by the guys

Doesn’t matter how they get beaten

Just know these boys cherish their girls to death

Even if they’ve known them for an hour

“Wow ily to death tf”

Specs and Kathrine and the bestest friends ever okay

They have a treat yo self day

Whether it’s small or big

They will legit have a blast

Specs came out to her as pan after watching Deadpool

“Wow can you believe me a Deadpool have something in common?”

“What?”

“Being pan”

When she figured out she was the first person he came out to she felt amazing

She went home and told her mom everything about it

Her mom was pumped up for her daughter

Specs and Kathrine went to homecoming as friends together and left with their own dates

Specs and romeo

Kathrine and some chick named caitlin

Kathlin didn’t last too long

Turns out caitlin was moving

Theyre still great friends

ANYWAY

Specs told her about his crush on romeo

“He’s just so sweet and funny and ughhhhhhhh”

“I feel ya babe”

Then at homecoming they hooked up

Still together to this day

Kath loves their relationship

She calls them goals

Then in eleventh she got with Sarah

Theyre actually the oldest of the group

Her favorite artist is Dua Lipa

Why?

She’s a queen

Why else?

Shes in debate team

Also the school news

She wishes they had a newspaper but they wanted to be more “Advanced”

Also she knows whether she’ll win an arguement

She can just tell by the way the other person holds themselves

If she knows she lost she’ll nod her head respectfully and go on

She doesn’t let that get to her though

Her favorite subject is ela

Only really big musical she likes is DEH she hates the others

“Why watch some musical of the Heathers when there’s the original movie right here?”

Sarah Jacobs

Her fave subject is math

“Why are gays supposed to hate math?”

She and spot are besties

“I wish stars were out in the day too”

“You’re doing a lousy job as a lesbian if you don’t know girls already exist”

“Are you sure you’re gay?”

These two dated

It was because spot was confused

“Well this was fun, but i like guys more you’re the best love youuuuu”

She also dated jack

“Isn’t that awkward? Dating one brother then six months later go out with the other?”

“No”

“Jack you dumb fuck, haven’t you learned she has no shame don’t question my lesbian best friend and her logic”

She’s not too sure what she’s into honestly

Like holy shit guys are caring and their hands feel great

But like,,, girls are amazing

Spot just calls her a lesbo as a joke

Her fave youtuber is Macdoesit

“We worship queens in this household”

The jacobs’ already knew their first two kids were gay

They don’t care how any turn out as long as they finish school and live happy, healthy lives

They don’t have the time of day to tell them they’ll “go to hell” for being in love with whoever they want since they should be happy

That’s all that matters

“Hey mom, dad, i think i’m bi”

“Cool when you gonna bring a boy or girl over so we can meet them?”

Also after Sarah and Jack broke up Jack started dating Davey after dating another dude after Sarah (it was like two years later)

“isNt tHAt AwkWARd?? dAtiNg ONe sIBlinG tHEn Two YEars lATer Go oUT wITh tHe oTHer????”

“shUT UUUP”

Sarah knows the whole Bee Movie

She also has a shirt of the script

Doesn’t actually like musicals

“They just aren’t for me”

Prefers movies

True Neutral™

don’t get me wrong though

she worships Rent

“I thought you didn’t like musicals”

“leave me alone, Mimi’s coming”

allergic to animal fur actually

so she went all kim possible

“I have a hairless mole-rat”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

“Be nice to Rufus”

Chowder is her childhood

so is kim possible tbh

Smalls 

She’s Medda’s only daughter

Everyone will fight for this kid

She’s actually younger than everyone else

She’s tough for an eighth grader

“YOU WANNA GO”

“Smalls calm tf down”

Favorite color is mint green

“It’s just so pleasing to the eye”

“So are boys”

“Race i didn’t ask for your commentary”

She wants to be in band but like,,, she only wants to play drums

Not the other percussion instruments

“Who wants to play those other lame instruments when there’s the drums?”

“Actually-”

“I DONT CARE DAVEY”

She listens very well actually

Also she remembers too many small details

“No one knows my middle name”

“It’s Aaron, what you talking about????”

She’s smart mouthed Delanceys’ a lot

They don’t do shit cause 1. That’s a kid and 2. That’s a girl

Their parents taught them better

Her favorite movie is shrek

“soMEBODY-”

“Smalls, please, it’s four. I need sl e ep”

Chaotic Neutral™

She’s attacked someone with a broom before

It was Jack

He jump scared her while she was sweeping the kitchen

Spot couldn’t breathe while medda and crutchie laughed along and checked if he was okay

Smalls laugh is a snort

“Who sounds like a pig?”

“Don’t call my sister a pig tf dude”

She’s not allowed to be around coffee

It doesn’t do anything really

She’ll throw the cup with the coffee still in to attack people if she’s angry enough though

I said she was chaotic neutral but i’m making her ass sound evil

She shares a room with crutchie

They have bunk beds

She’s top bunk

She hates that bunk but she understands why he’s bottom

She’s actually the youngest Medda ever adopted

When she adopted jack he was 15

Crutchie: 13

Spot: 16

Smalls: 10

She’s 13 now

She goes to her family for different things

Stories: Medda

Nightmare: Jack

Can’t sleep: Spot

Just wants cuddles: Crutchie

Theres different reasons behind these

For Medda she tells her stories about her exprience in theatre and Smalls finds them really nice since Medda’s voice is really soothing and she ususally falls asleep listening to her voice

When she was freaked out over a horror movie he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close and well she found it really nice, eventually falling asleep since it was warm there and she was freezing and she relaxed a lot too

When she first moved in she couldn’t sleep that night and went downstairs to get water and then Spot came down cause he couldn’t sleep either (it was 3 am) and he helped her reach a glass and he just let her crash with him for the night (she fell asleep quick)

When Smalls felt sick one night she went down and cuddled with Crutchie since she couldn’t sleep and she ended up falling asleep quickly like that

When her brothers friends spend the night she always tries to avoid the mess

But fails

One of her brothers will always drag her in

OKAY BUT WHEN HER BROTHERS GO OFF TO COLLEGE SHE IS SO HAPPY FOR THEM

When she goes off to college she goes to NYU for nursing

she’s confused too

“Okay so... guys are cute but like wow girls are too”

“We finally have someone attracted to girls”

“Mama’s a lesbian what are you talking about?”

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