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awesome-theater-nerd · 1 year

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Dangerously yours.

Hiya! Yes, this is me writing Javid angst again! Wow, it’s been almost an year since I’ve done this. Anyways, here is the angst! lol--

Based on: Dangerously yours, the radio program and CIgarettes out of the Window by TV Girl (<3)

Word count: 2.574

TW: blood? death, angst in general, swearing and a gun.

Hope you guys like it!! :))

The room was dark, the Ball was happening downstairs and the moonlight made only visible the two figures in there. Two Young men, one with a deep blue mask covering the upper half of his face, dark Brown eyes pleaded in the darkness. And the other was tall, a brunette, using a similar mask as the other, but the difference was that it was completely black. Their voices echoed on the walls, probably if a person dared to approach the discussion would hear the muffled cries of one of them. Yes, it was a masquerade Ball. So, as expected, people Who weren't invited would always sneak in with random and colorful masks, especially the newsboys who seek some fun. Well, Jack Kelly, the fatal enemy of the host who was The World’s owner, wasn't an exception. He wanted, no, He needed Pullitzer’s information, but how would He get it? The answer came faster than he expected: David Jacobs, a friend of Jack who was way smarter than some adults, got in his way. Jack sure did ask Davey (He was quick to nickname the other) information, and He got some of it, you can say. The problem is: Jack was too fast to trust Davey. As the impulsive man He always was, this wasn't unusual. But, this time, He felt something different. Heat crept up on his cheeks when Davey laughed at one of his jokes, a weird feeling in his stomach whenever He was around him and the feeling of being home with him. Fuck. He was head over heels for David Jacobs. He fell hard for his Brown eyes, his fluffy hair, his quirky nose, and his smile, oh his smile... it was brighter as the moon, he dared to say. Davey could be anything but his lover, of course. How come this could happen, in that time even? He couldn't, it was wrong! What the nuns would say if they heard the things Jack was thinking? But he was completely and irrevocably in love with him. And that brings us to the present moment: they were arguing. Why? Because Jack when sneaked into the Ball, he tried to find Davey, the moment when he found him, he grabbed his wrist and entered one of the rooms upstairs, locked the door, and looked Davey in the eyes. Something was wrong, and he knew it. “Jack? What are you doing here so late? You were supposed to be here three hours ago! I got tired of waiting for you.” Jack held firmly the Young man’s wrist. “Sorry Dave, I- I forgot. But I’m here now, and I need that information.” “Jack... alright. What do you need to know?” “Pullitzer's real plans.” “What? W-Why? Oh Jack that’s something really big for me to tell you!” David quickly Said. “I know. But if I have this to use against him, I can destroy him, and you’ll be free from the Power of that brute! Don’t ya dream of that Davey? Being free?” Jack could see the reflection of the moonlight on the boy's eyes and the confusion in them. “Jack, what are you talking about?” “I’m going to tell you something tonight Davey. Something that will put my life in your hands.” “Your... life?” Scared, the taller man asked. “It would mean my life if the news were to get to certain circles, Yes” Jack lowered his head, ashamed. Was he ready to do all of that? To risk not only his friendship but his and his ally’s safety as well? “Then don’t tell me! How do you know so well you can trust me?” Davey suddenly said, hoping that the darkness of the room would hide the Pink shade on his cheeks. “I love you.” There was no turning back, once and for all He would do this. “A-And I believe you love me!” “You’re quite wrong, this has only been a-an adventure to me!” He stuttered. The first thing Jack knew about Davey was that He couldn't lie under pressure. Shaking his head, Jack tried to say “That isn’t true, Davey-” “It is true! You smiled at me, I was flattered! It was an adventure for a Holiday movie!” Davey was scared for the first time in his life. Was that his mind or his heart telling him all of that? “You may as well take my heart Davey, it’s already full of you! You” Jack pointed at the man “You walked into it the day we met!” He took a step closer. “You’re a fool, Jack...” Davey sighed. “Oh-ho, but isn’t any man Who falls in love?” shyly he was closer to Davey, closer than he had ever been. He could feel his breathing on his lips from the proximity. “Do you know what you are to me? You are something to believe in again. You’re the type of person that has ceased to exist for me! A fine and honest man...” “Oh my Darling, you’re such a child...” Davey’s hands carefully held Jack's cheeks, which were now probably as red as his. “Take your foolish little dreams, and heart and go...!” He started sobbing quietly “Please go!” Worried, Jack asked. “What is it? What’s wrong my dear?” “It’s Just... You know nothing about me, you’ve only known me for three weeks!” “Three weeks? Davey, I’ve known you all my life!” “All of your life?!” “It’s true! I’ve seen you on a thousand of Misse’s Medda’s plays! Read you in as many books! When I heard beautiful music I thought: He’d like that! I’ve looked at flowers, and known that one day I’d give them to you!” Jack then put his hand on Davey’s, that were resting holding his cheeks. “Oh stop, stop that!” Backing away a little, letting his hand fall from Jack’s face, He Said “You must listen to me! I am not that man!” With tears falling slowly down his face, He continued “Perhaps I was once, but I am not now!” “What?” “You see, you were wrong! You can’t trust me!” “Are you trying to tell me that, him, that animal, that rattlesnake! Him, someone whose name we both know and won’t mention sent you? And that He knows it all?” “What are you saying?” Confused, Davey stepped closer to him again. “You see, I’ve known all along. I had Race look you up the day you arrived, plus, didn’t you think I wouldn’t know if Pullitzer offered you a job on The World?” “And it... And it didn’t make any difference?” His bright Brown eyes looked at Jack with pure confusion. Why? Why did He have Pitty for him? “It didn’t make any difference. You see, I trust you.” “Oh, Jack...” Davey started, but Jack didn’t want to listen. “You came here to betray me, and to betray my friends. That is your mission, David Jacobs. And yet I am so sure of your love that I will trust you with my life and... what is far more valuable, the life of my friends.” He Said calmly. And Davey didn’t know if He was to feel scared or flattered by his calm manners at that moment. “I will betray you!” “If you do, you will betray yourself at the same time.” Now it was Jack that grabbed Davey’s cheeks so gently. “Yes... Yes, I know.” “So you should know my secret. Even now as we stand here, there is the strike growing braver along with all of the newsies of New York. Meetings, posters, and alliances are being formed against the man who sent you. Tonight I will give a speech that will set the wheels in motion to destroy him.” “Destroy him?! No!” “He has made big mistakes, and the greatest of them all was sending you here, Davey.” Jack’s thumb caressed the man’s cheek, lovingly. “Why?!” “He knew I should love you. But He did not guess that you...” He leaned closer “Would fall in love with me.” “No...” Davey’s mind screamed for him to back off, but not did his heart nor his body want to do such a thing. “He didn’t... guess that.” “And you do see you cannot betray him!” He chuckled. The situation wasn’t funny, there was nothing to laugh about. “If I betray you, I betray myself...” Davey sighed. “If I betray him, I betray the press. The press is very dear to me— ” “Dearer than I?” Jack grabbed his chin gently for him to look him in the eyes. Now, the two stared at each other. Their eyes conflicted. “No... no, not dearer than you.” It was more like a whisper, something wrong to say. “Then, will you help me defeat him?” “Help you...? Defeat him?” “By telling me his plans!” Jack smiled. “That’s the only way I could hope to defeat him! We can’t both win... You’ll see Davey.” “I’m... beginning to see.” “Then, you will help me? Right?” “By giving you any information I may possess, concerning our plans?” “Yes.” He nodded. This was serious, much more serious than it should be. “You’re very clever, aren’t you? Oh, I can read you like a book now!” His eyes now flashed betrayal. “You thought I was young and easily swayed, that you could make me love you?! And I would throw over my job, my duty, for you?!” “That is not the way to look at it, Davey!” “You weren’t so wise after all! Because you lost you hear me!? Lost!” He pointed a finger at Jack’s chest. Stepping closer with anger. “You guessed wrong in our little duel of wits! You forgot how close hate is to love!” “You don’t know what you’re saying, David!” “You never loved me! You knew that I loved you, and you used that!” “Davey stop talking like a child! We’re playing for countries now!” “Yes!” He sobbed. “Yes, we are, aren’t we?! I fucking hate you, Jack Kelly!” “And I fucking love you, David Jacobs!” Then, Jack pushed his lips onto Davey’s. The Kiss was desperate, full of hate, or you can say passion. Jack’s hands were still on Davey’s cheeks, while the brunette's hands were at jacks hips. While their lips moved in sync, one of Davey’s hands slipped into his pocket. Jack broke the Kiss when He felt something pressed against his chest. It was a gun. “This is a gun in my hand, Jack. I’d advise you to be careful what you say.” “Well,” He smiled. “Rather melodramatic, aren’t you? Tell me, will I be the seventh notch on the gun or the eighth?” He laughed lightly, making Davey frown. “Do you mind if I smoke?” “Smoke? Right now?” “I always smoke at the theater,” Jack said mockingly. “Somehow it enhances the performance.” “You can do what you please, Jack. But you have very little time to do it.” “Can I steal another Kiss then?” Seeing Davey’s shock, He Said “You mean you’re going to kill me?” He nodded. “I mean Just that.” “Well, go ahead.” The truth is: Jack was scared of dying. Especially if He was alone. But, He wasn’t alone. He was with the man He sadly loved and his traitor. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do, Jackie. I’ll do this my way.” He frowned again. “Look, you already know my purpose in being here. Now, you will either tell me where the newsies are going to be or... I will kill you! You have until nine o’clock.” “You won’t do it. You are going to betray not me, but your family.” He sadly held the gun on his chest. “You can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull it, because you love me.” His voice sounded like a whisper, but Davey heard it very well. “It takes a very brave and cold man to do that, Davey. I don’t think you can.” Their silhouettes were only illuminated by the moon, who had the disgrace to see that scene. But Jack continued the taunting. “Isn’t that true? Isn’t that why you’re waiting?” “That is... not true—!” “Or is that you want to watch your victim? You want my heart to constrict with agony, my hands to shake, you want me to plead for my life so you can make a generous gesture and spare me! What a sadistic you are.” Anger started to bubble inside Davey. “Sorry Davey, but I’m not in the mood for prayers tonight.” “You don’t think I’ll do it? That’s why you’re so brave. You- You don’t think I’ll do it! You wouldn’t be so brave otherwise! You’re a coward at heart!” He cried. “You lied to me! You deceived me!” “Well, you tried to deceive me.” Jack scoffed. “I- I’m tired of listening to you!” Davey’s grip on the gun and Jack’s hips tightened. “You gave me your heart, ya know? You’d like me to hand it back whole gain! But I won’t. You’ll live a long time yet, Davey. Na eternity without me. You will look into the faces of passers-by hoping for something that for an instant, will bring me back to you.” Jack smiled again. “You’ll find moonlight nights strangely empty because, when you call my name there will be no answer.” At that point, Jack started to rub off the tears from Davey’s face. And He continued. “Always your heart will be aching for me, and your mind will give you the doubtful consolation that you did a ‘brave’ thing.” “You dare to talk about bravery?!” “What else do we have to talk about, Dave? For me, there will never be another man but you. But to my heart, there is another love that must come before you. My friends, my only family.” Then, silence. One thousand things were on Davey’s mind. “You’re so still... your face is like ice, what are you thinking, Davey?” “What can anything you say matter” He muttered, feeling disgusted about himself, his actions, and the situation they were in. “You betrayed me with words, what good are words?! Your heart is breaking.” Shakingly, He dared to say. “If I fail now, I deserve to die. You tricked me into... loving you.” “You’re forgetting you are here with the same purpose!” “I couldn’t betray you, I tried to tell you and you said you already knew!” Dave, still shaking and crying, continued. “I was as honest as I could!” But what Jack Said next broke the man's heart into a million pieces. “You think I wanted to love you? Knowing your plans and why you came here? Don’t you suppose that every hour we spent together I didn’t think ‘he is pretending’?” “I- I wasn’t! I loved you!” “And I loved you so much I let you pretend, because, you brought something to my days I couldn't stand the thought of losing it.” The clock started ringing. Midnight approached as fast as a train at full speed. “Listen to your heart Davey, feel it pounding.” “Y- Your time is up!” “Then, in my last words, I love you, David.” The trigger almost pressed, and Davey screamed. “You're determined to die with a lie on your lips—!” A loud noise escaped the gun. Jack Kelly had just been shot by the boy he loved. “I- I love you, Davey” He struggled to say, the bullet deep in his ribs. His blood coming out fast and staining the floor. As the world grew darker, the last thing he heard was a soft “I’m so sorry” and running footsteps.

#javid #javid ansgt #newsies angst #newsies #jeremy jordan #ben fankhauser #davey jacobs #jack kelly #i missed writing these omg #we love angst on this blog #grazi writing again?? omg #92sies #livesies #broadway

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loiteringandlurking · 2 months

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after the strike, the older manhattan newsies are *ruined*. like, comatose, barely awake, exhausted to the CORE. and the younger newsies are SO full of energy like 'YAYY WE DID IT' and the older newsies can only respond with 'ough' before they collapse onto a table at jacobi's. some of the older newsies have taken to sleeping in the same beds at the lodge because it helps them sleep easier. after jack moves to be with davey working in pulitzer's office, race and albert take over the manhattan newsies, trying to keep the morale up while barely keeping it together themselves. when albert suddenly breaks down in tears trying to get the younger newsies to just please listen to him, the only thing race really knows to do is hug him as tight as he can and try to kiss his cheek as inconspicuously as possible.

of course, it doesn't go unnoticed. it creates tradition and openness within the younger newsies; they feel comfortable crying in front of each other for the first time, and often kiss each other on the cheek or forehead to cheer each other up. when jack comes to visit and he finds such a supportive environment, led by race and albert holding hands and wearing steel promise rings, he's spellbound.

he can't believe that race and albert brought this about.

he's so proud of them because now they can finally be themselves.

#this started as angst but my brain is fiending for happy ralbert #newsies #newsies broadway #davey jacobs #davey newsies #jack kelly #newsies the musical #92sies #jack newsies #uksies #newsies uk #albert newsies #albert dasilva #race newsies #race Higgins #racetrack higgins #ralbert #ralbert newsies

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mushiimune · 4 months

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what might very well be the final post in my little collection of memories. looks like these are all 2022 (not like they say 2022 in my signature or anything) and I know for a fact I never posted any of them, so enjoy !

#my art #old art #newsies #newsies 1992 #fanart #newsies fanart #1992sies #jack kelly #92sies #david jacobs #angst #newsies musical #musical fanart #art #digital #illustration #javid #javid newsies

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orangesand-lemons-234 · 2 months

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Buttons was 16 years old. He'd been a Newsie for ten of those years, therefore being around to see some of the younger kids grow with him.

When he saw Elmer, he still saw the three year old Spot brought to visit Manhattan four years ago.

When he saw Splasher, he saw the five year old he and Tommy Boy found sat alone on a bench outside the church three years ago.

When he saw Mike and Ike, he saw the babies left in a basket outside the Lodge House five years ago.

So, seeing each of them beaten up and bloody hurt all the more.

The Lodge was absolute chaos after the fight. Not the usual Lodge chaos, however, it was a scary and fearful chaos. The one that made your heart pound and brain blurry.

Kids were wailing and crying, teenagers were yelling and shouting. There wasn't a quiet place in the house.

Everybody realised quite quickly that nobody had walked out without a few battle scars to show afterwards, and the little kids were no exception.

Elmer had a shard of glass thrown at his forehead, and it was bleeding badly. Despite the bandages now wrapped around the injury, the injury had bled through, creating crimson dots splattered around it.

Splasher had broken his ankle after being shoved to the ground by one of the bulls. Buttons had a pole tied to his leg to keep it as straight as possible and had it elevated on the other bed. He was still weeping silently with the pain shooting up his leg every few minutes.

Mike and Ike were sat on his lap and were crying harder than any of the Newsies had ever seen, despite knowing them their whole lives.

Mike had been struck in the back with a baton multiple times, his back now scattered with bruises and blood. He didn't understand what was happening or why he was in so much pain, he just wanted it to stop.

Ike was hit in the face with one of the Delancey's brass knuckles, leaving him with a black eye and scarred nose. He was practically inconsolable, not allowing anybody to touch him for a very long time after the fight, only relaxing enough for Button's to check him out when Mike was brought in with Albert and Finch.

Buttons, with no help from the others got to work helping the kids in any way he could. The kids needed a shoulder to cry on and a helping hand to wrap up their injuries while some of the older newsies tried to sort out where Jack was and if they could try to save Crutchie.

They didn't understand what any of this meant. They just wanted somebody to hold them and tell them they were okay. Someone to sing one of Meddas songs while they wrapped up their scars and cuts.

Buttons was okay. He was fine and could help with the little ones with their injuries. Yeah, sure, he was struggling to breathe properly, and his knees were throbbing with pain, but the little kids needed help more than he did. He could handle it.

Buttons was 16, but sometimes he wishes he was still 6, when there was always an older kid around to help him out.

#oooo older sibling trauma fic #oooo #buttons angst #it was gonna happen eventually #i was gonna write an angsty oneshot for him eventually #but uhhh #yay #older sibling trauma #most of us have been there #yknow?#newsies #uksies #newsies headcanons #newsies fanfic #newsies fanfiction #buttons newsies #elmer newsies #splasher newsies #mike and ike newsies

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cowboy-caboodles · 4 months

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Nightmares (1/2)

took me awhile to put this comic together but now that the holidays are over (at least for this Yid) i have time on my hands!

i like to think that the jacobs’ apartment is a safe place for the manhattan newsies, and a few of them come over for dinner or a warm place to sleep when they can. (most specifically Jack, who took a while to warm up to the idea of Davey’s parents offering him shelter and food, but once he did he spent half his time sleeping over)

#newsies #art #livesies #character art #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies art #javey newsies #javid newsies #les jacobs #had to include the fact that les and davey def share a bed because of that one line in King of New York #jack definitely has nightmares from the refuge still #i wish we saw more of that fear in the musical bcs it would make so much more sense why jack puts up this facade of being fearless #not that i want him to suffer tho #but character angst is necessary sometimes

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jackmkelly · 4 months

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i loveeee 92sies for giving a reallll look in the refuge. Obviouslyyyy we’re made aware in the stage show how bad it is but seeing it is a whole different level. seeing the boys tense up when snyder comes in or visibly flinch when theyre in trouble lets it feel a lot more real than it can when you’re only going off of letter from the refuge.

seeing the fact that while theres an entire room of bunk beds jacks left isolated and alone. not even given a mattress. seeing the fact he writes on the walls because Genuinely what else can he do while hes waiting around for snyder to do something to him. seeing the way crutchy has to talk to him. its sick.

#newsies #92sies #jack kelly #i could talk about the refuge forever i think #unfortunately im a sucker for angst always have been always will be #i just adore this movie so much every time i rewatch it <33

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miryum · 1 year

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You know I love you (Spot Conlon x Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts forever

Warnings: Not proof-read, a sentence about a fist-fight, bruising

Remy tugged on your skirt. “Hey- Hey Y/n?” His voice was quiet and nervous.

“Yeah, bud?” Something was off in the usually lively and energetic boy. You scooped him up, bringing him to eye level.

Remy looked down, avoiding your gaze. “Could I please have one of your apples?”

“Of course,” you walked over to the small kitchen in the Brooklyn boarding house and picked an apple off of the counter. “Why? Did you spend all your money on toys again?”

“Um, no.” Remy said, “I lost it.”

“You lost your money?” You frowned. Every newsboy bag had a special pouch for coins, its sole purpose being not to lose the pennies and nickels. “Where’s your bag?”

“I lost that too,” Remy mumbled.

With those words, you immediately knew that he was lying. The first thing a newsboy learns is to not lose his bag. It holds his papers and earned money- the most important things in a newsboy's life. What didn’t help your suspicion was that every younger boy was paired with an older, tougher, more experienced one. You made sure of that early on, pestering Spot until he relented (to be truthful, Spot had caved easily). Someone should’ve been watching Remy.

“Who was with you?” You asked him. “Was it Patches?” Remy nodded and you gave a nod back. “Okay, you stay here and eat your apple. I gotta go talk to Patches really quickly.”

“Okay!” Remy looked happier now that he was out of your scrutiny and concern.

You scanned the room, seeing Patches stretched out on a couch, listening to Cal read a book. You weaved through the boys, hopping over legs and stepping over arms. You loved your newsie family and you would do anything for them. The scene of everyone relaxing after a long day warmed your heart. You knew that these boys would do anything for you and each other.

You sat down on Patches’s legs, making him groan and kick your side. “I come in peace,” you said.

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s up?”

“You sold with Remy today, right?” He nodded in confirmation. You continued, “did you see him lose his bag?”

“He lost his bag?” Patches sat up, now invested in the conversation. “He told me that he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping.”

“Crackers was selling on Clermont Street,” you said slowly. “Weren’t you guys selling by Hicks and Clark?”

Patches nodded, watching the concern on your face grow. “When did he tell you this?” You felt like you were interrogating the poor boy, but at the same time, you needed to know what happened.

“I know Remy had his bag at four thirty. I remember him coming up to me and telling me about a guy who paid him double. I didn’t see him again until five.”

“I’m going to try and get him to tell me the truth,” you stated. “Thanks Patches.”

“Anytime.”

You went back to the kitchen, finding Remy sitting on the counter, eating the apple to the core. But, before you could make it to the small child, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing there was only one boy who would dare do that, you relaxed into your boyfriend.

“Hey, Spotty,” you said quietly.

“Hey, doll,” Spot replied softly. “How was your day?”

“You were with me for most of it,” you pointed out, referencing how Spot only let you sell with him.

“Yeah, but I got pulled away at the end.” Indeed, Fisher had needed Spot’s help with something before the selling day had ended, leaving you alone to pawn off the last few of your papers.

“It was alright,” you turned in his arms, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “But I’m a bit worried for Remy.”

“Why? What happened?” Spot’s brows furrowed, getting that telltale expression that meant he was stepping back into his King of Brooklyn role.

“That’s the thing; I don’t know.” You explained, “Remy said he lost his selling bag, but Patches said Remy told him he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping. But I know Remy. The kid would never lose or give away his bag. You know how protective he is over it.”

“Cause he carries his teddy bear in it.” Spot nodded, ending your thoughts.

“Exactly.”

“So what do you think happened?” Spot asked you.

You sighed and began speaking, “a little while ago, Lemon came to me saying how a group of older thugs had stolen her bag. I had her sell with Slugger for a bit, and the problem went away. Do you think that the same thugs could’ve stolen Remy’s bag?”

Spot hummed, “you’ve certainly got a memory about you, doll. It’s definitely not a bad idea. I’ll go talk to Lemon and Slugger about it and you talk to Remy?”

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Pleasure doing business with you, doll.” Spot smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips before sauntering off to find Lemon and Slugger.

You chuckled before turning back to Remy and handing the kid another apple. “You’re hungry,” you commented.

“Yeah…” Remy looked shyly away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “We all pitch in to buy this food.” After a moment, you quietly said, “I know you didn’t lose your bag, Remy. What really happened?”

Remy didn’t meet your eye, giving a small shrug.

“Was it some boys?” You asked, “did they steal it from you? Like they did Lemon?”

Remy chewed on his lip, turning the apple over in his small hands. “Yeah,” he finally admitted. “They cornered me and called me small and weak.” His fingers clenched into fists. “Then they stole my bag. It’s happened four times.”

“Four times?” You knelt down so you could meet his eye. “Remy, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because they said I couldn’t fight my own fight. I’d be proving them right if I told you,” Remy mumbled.

You sighed, feeling terrible and squeezed the boy into a tight hug. “Remy,” You whispered. “Don’t be afraid to tell me anything. Especially if people are bullying you.”

“But what if they come back?” Remy wondered, “What if they do this again?” He lifted his shirt slightly to show you a large, ugly bruise. Immediately, a rage boiled in your chest and your jaw clenched. “They did that?” You growled.

Remy nodded slowly, frightened by your change in demeanour.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down in front of the scared child. “It’s gonna be okay,” you told him. “We’re gonna get your money back from those boys and make them pay.”

“Really? But how?”

You smiled stiffly, trying to disguise your hatred for the punks by a thinly veiled grin. “Don’t worry about that,” you said. “All you have to do is keep on selling.”

Remy’s head bobbed up and down happily. “Thank you so much, Y/n!” He hugged you tightly and you reciprocated the action. He then pulled away, his problem suddenly fixed and out of mind as only a six- year old could.

Heart still burning with hatred for the thugs that messed with Remy, you knew it was now time to call upon the people who would stand by you no matter what- your newsies.

Remy cried out in his squeaky voice, “Read all about the car crash that killed dozens! Police are convinced it was murder!”

“Hello, squirt,” a deep voice laughed from behind Remy. “Sell any papers today?”

Remy gulped loudly and slowly turned around, gripping his bag tighter. “Wha-what do you guys want?”

“I think you know what we want,” the lead man growled, stepping up along with his group of ten or fifteen boys.

“I-I’m not giving you my money!” Remy stomped his foot.

“Oh really?” The leader laughed loudly. “What are you gonna do? Fight us?” The rest of the boys chuckled along with their leader.

“Well, no,” Remy admitted. “But this time, I have friends.” You stepped out from around a corner.

The goons glanced around at one another before bursting out in short, loud, ugly guffaws. “I’m sorry?” The leader snickered out, “A girl is gonna beat us up?”

“I’m going to ignore your misogynistic comment, even though you probably don’t know what that word means, and even though I could kick your ass, just to scare you into never coming near Remy again, I brought my boyfriend. You may know him as the King of Brooklyn?”

Spot, along with his cavalry of newsies appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Spot snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Where you messin’ with my doll?” He asked, knowing whichever way they answered, he was gonna soak either way.

“You looking for a fight?” The leader bit back.

Spot shrugged, smirking. “Maybe. But I’ll let you off if you don’t come near my newsies again.”

One of the cronies grabbed the leader and whispered something harsh to him. The leader scoffed, but said, “Fine. We won’t bother your pathetic newsies again.”

“And my girl?” Spot’s thumb drew circles on your waist.

“Never said anything about her,” the leader smiled tauntingly.

You glanced at Spot to see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Don’t,” you whisper to him.

“Doll,” Spot drawled, swinging a look down at you, grinning brilliantly. “I have to.” And with that, Spot stepped forward and punched the leader across the jaw. The newsies cheered and rushed forward, intent on standing up for one of their own. The bullies quickly ran away after a few hits. You took Spot’s hand in yours and thumbed the split knuckles. Before you could chide him however, Spot simply said, “You know I love you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I do.”

#spot conlon #spot conlon imagine #spot conlon oneshot #spot #spot conlon x reader #Newsies #newsboys #newsie #newsies musical #new york #brooklyn #brooklyn boys #brooklyn’s hereeeee #oc male characters #fluff #angst #fist fight #kinda

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splashuttons · 8 months

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thinking of little baby splasher hiding from the fight and then running in hoping to help his brothers but then it all goes wrong :(

#newsies #newsies london #newsiesuk #newsies uk #west endsies #splasher #splasher newsies #splasher angst best angst #little baby just wants to help

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i-didnt-do-1t · 9 months

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all my Jack posts are so sad, Jack Kelly and loneliness, Jack Kelly and Regret, Jack Kelly and the themes of responsibility

What about Jack Kelly and catching a fuckin break huh, it’s the least he deserves

#post ghostwritten by Jack Kelly apparently #newsies #I’m an angst girly at heart tho #love writing about lonliness and regret #cant lie #and there is more coming!!#I’ll write him something Fun and Nice eventually I promise

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joeythefrog · 4 months

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Ok so this was under a post I made that’s not entirely relevant here

But DAMN @jack-kellys I will not let it sit in the tags because it’s a concept I love so much.

Newsies who have grown up and been drafted into war, and as they were young and right in the age group they would have been the second to go (they wouldn’t have been in their 20’s closer to 30’s and would have been drafted after them)

Older newsies who have aged out watching in horror as the younger ones were drafted or volunteered. Unable to stop the current Newsies who know them only through legacies, from listening to all the propaganda and believing that they would have a better life when they come back. Watching the newsies lie and pass themselves off as young men freshly in their 20’s and knowing they won’t come back.

When it’s their turn to go they pray to gods they’ve long stopped believing in. That all the media and news is right, it’s an adventure and they will have a better life waiting for them when they come back. But they know deep down it’s wrong. They’ve met the men behind the news and they know damn well they are lying.

As soon as their shipped off they miss the days they prayed for a war. Saying they wouldn’t have done what those new newsies have if they had the chance. They know they would’ve.

They find themselves regressing back to when they were newsies. Acting like teenagers again to cope. Some throw themself into battle after meeting younger newsies who managed to survive and hearing themselves say that a few years after they adged out the price of the paper was raised and they stopped being able to sell them back. Furious their only legacy and remberance was killed and that when they eventually die in the battles that they now throw themselves into the thick of, feeling only numb instead of the rush of adrenaline they had all those years ago when they did the same in their strike, the only ones who will remember them are alongside them, dying all the same just like when they were kids.

Those who suffer non-immediately-fatal injuries are pushed into makeshift hospitals. They die inside of them.

Once again feeling the revolutionists fire they once let burn inside of them flicker again, because, for a moment. They were back in the lodging house with boys who were not yet men, dying and bleeding, crying themselves to sleep and warming themselves with spite instead of a hearth.

They feel comfortable to slip into the abyss, gripping that fire because they are home again. Surrounded by boys who they saw die then or at war. Knowing that the ones left home will be glad of war, in a few years pray for it.

And hope that in the years to come and any past it that, war will not run through the streets and the world as it did the streets of New York and the world paper when they were young and alive.

#newsies ww1 #foreshadowing ww2 #newsies #newsies fandom #fansies #they dream of carrying the banner that marks their death when they go #the parallels between the newsies strike and ww1 are so important to me #mmm suffering #angst #newsies angst

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