#newsies writing

[thewritersofdeceased]

“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

MISS MEDDA + NEWSIES || COMFORT ||

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#newsies #Medda larkin #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #writing #ralbert #newsies writing #newsies 1992 #newsies 2017

[clevereverest]

So… Christmas or holiday fics, anyone?

I have two Christmas fics planned myself - any other Newsies authors working on new holiday stuff, too?

Additionally, I will gladly take holiday-centered fic recs!

- Fluff or Hurt/Comfort

- Race/Spot or Jack/David

- And if you know me at all, I also love Albert/Finch, but I don’t think they have as much :( PLEASE correct me on that if I’m wrong, I’d honestly love to be wrong

Feel free to self-promote!! (I basically did lol) Just keep it to holiday-themed works, please!

#newsies #newsies writing #newsies fanfic #fanfic #fic recs #fluff #hurt/comfort #sprace #javid #javey #redfinch #hopefully those tags reach some people #I really want to hear about new fics #gotta know what to be excited about or be told about something amazing from years past #either are acceptable here

[fell-outta-my-chair]

I’ve finally gotten on the Sprace boat, and it has now taken over my brain. So here’s how I think the confessions happened! 

TW: mentions of blood, and being beaten 

Spot and Race never really like each other. They weren’t exactly enemies,(Race just talked too much for Spots liking, Spot insulted Jack) just a general disliking of each other. One day, while Race was in Brooklyn, he found Spot beaten up and bleeding in an alleyway. He helped him back to the Brooklyn lodging house and bandaged/cleaned his wounds. This then started a cycle of “I owed you one” between the two of them. Two-ish months later, Spot and Race are pretty good friends now. Spot walks by an alley and finds Race leaning up against the wall, seemingly bleeding out. He helps him (how? Idk. How do you stop someone from bleeding out as a newsies in 1899?) and Race basically says he’ll never be able to repay him. Spot kisses Race and tells him that they’re even now. 

#I’m really enjoying the “spot was the one it confess” #Cause I feel like it gives him a little more emotion than just “stressed out leader” #Sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #newsies broadway #livesies #newsies live #Race newsies #spot newsies #newsies headcannons #92sies #Newsies writing

[glitter-ink]

writing inspo --

winter 1900 - certifiable bops & arrangements

#writing inspiration #playlist #1900s #1800s #1890s #gilded age #victorian #edwardian #New York City #Newsies #1992sies #broadway newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies writing #historical fiction

[the-woild-is-ye-erster]

I just finished something I think you’ll be interested in, if you love Davey being the best big brother this side of the Atlantic

Summary—

Lesley Jacobs is 7 years old, and nothing bad has ever happened. When he wakes up, it’s snowing. All he can think is that today is going to be awesome.

Or, Les loves the snow and David is just trying to keep his brother safe from the world.

Please check it out!

#newsies #newsies fanfic #newsies fic #davey jacobs #David jacobs #les jacobs #i have so many feelings about their relationship #so have 4k words of David being amazing #Les is the best little brother #jewish davey jacobs #my writing #newsies writing

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

Baby Mine

It's been 2 years since I posted my first fic in the Newsies Fandom. This is a thank you for everyone who has read, liked, commented, sent me an ask, etc. Your support means the world to me!

Standing outside the hospital, he tapped his feet waiting. Looking at his watch, he sighed. He shouldn’t be surprised his brother was late. But then again it was Spot. 

“Jackie boy!” Whipping his head around, he spotted his brother, brother-in-law, and a small child in Spot’s arms as they hurried up the hill, towards where he stood. “Sorry we’re late!”

“Uh huh, about time you get here. Not like it’s an important day or anything.” Jack teased, pulling the child into his arms, running his hand through her hair before pressing a kissing to her cheek. “Hi baby. Did you have fun with your uncles?” 

Nodding her head up and down, she grinned brightly. “Ya daddy. Unkle ‘Pottie funny.” 

“What about me?” Race squaked, reaching out and tickling his niece’s stomach, a string of giggles rang out. 

She gave him a look, pointing a finger at him. “You funny too! No tickles.” 

Jack looked at the two men, a smile on his face. “Thank you two for watching her. Do you want to come up?” 

“We should let you two introduce them first.” Spot gave his older brother a grin. “We can wait to meet the baby.” 

Race pouted, giving the two men a look. “I wanna meet the newest Kelly baby.” 

“Come on up with us.” Jack gave Spot and Race a look as Race started bouncing on his toes in excitement. 

“Go see my baby?” Maggie looked between her uncles and father as Jack nodded. “Let go!” 

Magnolia Anne Kelly was two years old and the apple of her parents’ eyes. Maggie had her uncles wrapped around her finger and they would do anything for her. Though she was sassy like her mom, she had her dad’s streak of getting into trouble and his grin to get her out of it. 

The three laugh as they walk into the hospital, heading towards the elevators, taking them up to the 9th floor. “How’s momma doing?” 

“She’s a warrior - strong as hell and doing really well.” Jack grinned, watching the numbers climb higher. “When I left, she was trying to sleep while the baby was being tested for a few things.” 

The elevator dinged as they got to the 9th floor, Race and Spot following behind Jack and Maggie. Walking down the hallway, Jack knocked softly on the door before pushing it open. “Kat, I brought visitors.” 

A groan was all he heard, as he stepped up to the bed, motioning for Spot and Race to hang back. Peaking open an eye, she gave her husband and daughter a look. “Mags, hi baby. Come see me.” 

Jack lowered the 2 year old onto the bed as she curled up to Kat’s side. “Hi momma. Baby?” 

Kat chuckled, watching Maggie look around the room, obviously looking for the newborn. “Your baby is getting some tests done. The baby will be back here soon so you can meet them. Hi Spot, hi Racer.” 

“Hi Kat. Sorry that we just barged in.” Spot apologized as he looked at his sister-in-law. 

Kat chuckled. “No worries. You were bound to meet the newest member sooner rather than later.” 

The door opened, a nurse peeking her head in, a tightly wrapped burrito baby in her arms. “We had to prick his heel for a blood sample and he didn’t even stir.” 

“That’s my boy.” Jack grinned, as the nurse transferred the baby over to his arms. 

Maggie’s eyes went wide, looking at the baby in her dad’s arms. “My baby?” 

“This is your baby, Maggie.” Jack sat on the edge of the bed, as she looked over at him and the baby he held in his arms. 

She gently ran her hand over her baby brother’s face, watching him pucker his lips before he settled down. “Name momma?” 

Kat locked eyes with Jack as he shrugged. “Either one that we picked sounds good to me.” 

She looked at Maggie, smiling at her daughter. “Magnolia, this is Daniel Joshua Kelly, your brother.” 

“Dan.” Maggie tested the name on her lips as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Hi Dan.” 

Kat reached up and wiped away the stray tears that got away from her eyes as she looked over at her husband. “Love you Kelly.” 

“Love you too Kat.” He sat at the edge of the bed, pulling Maggie on his lap as he threw an arm around Kat’s shoulder. 

Their little bubble was busted by a sniffle from the other side of the room. Kat looked up and smirked, seeing Race wipe the moisture from his eyes as he leaned into Spot’s side. “Spottie, they’re such a great family. I’m just so happy for you guys.” 

“Do you want to hold him?” Kat asked, raising an eyebrow at her brother-in-law. 

Race’s eyes went wide, nodding wildly as Spot pushed him into a chair, before crossed the room, stopping at the edge of the bed, leaning over and kissing his sister-in-law’s cheek. “He’s handsome, Kat. Can I borrow him for a minute?” 

Handing her newborn son over, Kat watched Spot walk across the room, gently handing him to Race. They heard the gasp from Race as he adjusted Daniel in his arms. “Oh man, you two make cute kids.” 

“Thanks . . . I think.” Jack tilted his head, looking over at Race, not really knowing if it was a compliment or not. 

Spot smirked, looking at his younger brother. “Take it as a compliment.” 

Maggie scooted over to the edge of the bed, giving her father a look as he helped her down before she skipped over to where Spot and Racer sat. Looking between the two men, she wiggled her way up to sit on Race’s other leg. She leaned down to Daniel’s ear, whispering to him as Spot smirked at the couple. “Not even five hours old and they’re already swapping secrets about you two. You’re in for a world of trouble with these two.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way.” Kat smirked, leaning back in Jack’s embrace, the day finally catching up with her. A yawn escaped her mouth as Jack looked in her direction. 

“Go to sleep, Kat. I think you’ve earned yourself a nap.” Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Giving him a side eye, her eyes fluttered as she attempted to get comfortable in the bed. “Damn right skippy. If the nurse comes back while I’m asleep, will you get me a Coke and something to eat?” 

“Anything in particular?” 

“Steak, lobster, I don’t care. Just something good.” She cracked an eye open, giving him a grin. “Love you Jack and thank you.” 

Raising an eyebrow, he was confused by the praises. “For what?”

“Being there and not taking anything to heart that I threatened you with.” She leaned up, giving him a kiss before setting down again, her eyes closing for real this time.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, his voice dropped to a whisper. “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive - a daughter was enough but now we have a son too. Love you Katherine.” 

Turning away from Kat, he smirked watching his brother and brother-in-law interact with his two children. It was hard to believe that Daniel was finally here. They had opted not to find out what they were having, more focused on preparing Maggie for the big shift they were about to step into. 

As he watched his family interact with his daughter and son, his heart grew. Pressing a kiss to Kat’s forehead he sighed, happiness flowed around him and he was thankful that all was safe, sound, and content for the moment. 

“Uhhh Jack, I think it’s time you take over daddy duties.” Race’s concerned voice broke through his thoughts. 

And Jack wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Feedback would be amazing. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

#Newsies Fan Fiction #Writing #Jatherine #Jack and Katherine have a new baby #Uncles Spot and Racer #Newsies Drabble #Newsies One Shot #Newsies Writing

[whumpthemusical]

Whump: The Musical Prompts!!

As stated before, this challenge will run from March 1- March 31, 2024. All fandoms are welcome to participate despite it being prompts based off of musicals. Once again, all types of media are allowed. This challenge has the standard "choose one for the day" style, but feel free to do all three prompts if that's what you want to do!! All types of whump are allowed, but please be respectful to your fellow audience members and properly tag it!! Some of these prompts are sensitive, so make sure you warn your readers correctly! There will be an ao3 collection and an FAQ post coming soon, so if you have any further questions or comments about this challenge, feel free to drop me a line. Happy writing, my beautiful ingénues, and enjoy the show :)))

The prompts will be listed under the cut for those who have difficulty reading fonts!!

Cats- Sabotage • Second Chances • "I Can Dream Of The Old Days."

Wicked- Mob Mentality • Propaganda • "No Good Deed Goes Unpunished."

Jesus Christ Superstar- Whipping • Betrayal • "Then I Was Inspired, Now I'm Sad And Tired."

Les Mis- Survivor's Guilt • Failure • "Drink With Me To Days Gone By."

Heathers- Poison • Reluctant Whumper • "Wanna fight for me?"

Newsies- Chronic Pain • Exploitation • "Let 'Em Laugh In My Face, I Don't Care."

The Last Five Years- Infidelity • Gaslighting • "I Will Not Lose Because You Can't WIn."

Hadestown- Deals • Doomed Narrative • "Doubt Comes In."

Sweeney Todd- False Imprisonment • Razors • "Have You Decided It's Safer In Cages?"

Rent- Substance Abuse • Poverty • "Feels Too Much Damn Like Home."

Bare: A Pop Opera- Outing • Religious Trauma • "Please, See Me."

Waitress- Unplanned Pregnancy • Abuse • "She Is Broken And Won't Ask For Help."

Tick Tick Boom- Atychiphobia • Working To Exhaustion • "Is This Real Life?"

Dear Evan Hansen- Deception • Broken Bone • "Words Fail."

West Side Story- Star-Crossed Lovers • Prejudices • "A Boy Who Kills Cannot Love."

Come From Away- Stranded • Aftermath • "Blankets And Bedding And Maybe Some Food."

Spring Awakening- Withheld Information • Suicide  • "I Don't Scream, Though I Know It's Wrong."

Hamilton- Hurricane  • Dueling • "I Will Kill Your Friends And Family To Remind You Of My Love."

Falsettos- Sickness • Identity Issues • "Death Is Not A Friend."

Into The Woods- Blame • Lost • "Nothing But A Vast Midnight."

The Great Comet- Abduction • Letters • "Did You Love That Bad Man?"

In The Heights- Grief • Homesickness • "I Know That I'm Letting You Down."

Be More Chill- Mind Manipulation • Panic Attack • "Everything About Me Makes Me Want To Die."

Moulin Rouge- Class Differences • Sex Work • "Come What May."

Chicago- Cold Blood • Trial • "He Had It Coming."

Six- Execution • Trauma Bonding • "Playtime's Over."

Ride The Cyclone- Unexpected Tragedy • Forgotten Whumpee • "I Hear The Anguish Of The Street."

The Rocky Horror Show- Obsession • Wrong Place, Wrong Time • "I've Seen Blue Skies Through The Tears."

Nerdy Prudes Must Die- Bullying • Ritual • "Who Will Pray For You?"

Jekyll And Hyde- Duality • Good Vs Evil • "If I Die, You'll Die."

Phantom Of The Opera- Disfiguration • Shunned • "My Power Over You Grows Stronger Yet."

#whump: the musical #whump event #whump challenge #whump #whump community #whump writing #whump prompts #whump ideas #whumpblr #musical theatre #musicals #musical theater #broadway #broadway musicals #hamilton #newsies #les miserables #wicked the musical #falsettos #ride the cyclone #nerdy prudes must die #heathers #be more chill #dear evan hansen #moulin rouge #jesus christ superstar #cats the musical #six the musical #phantom of the opera #the great comet

[livesincerely]

“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”

Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”

But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.

“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”

“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”

“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.

“Course not!”

“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.

Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…

“Oh,” he says blankly.

Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.

“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.

“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”

“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”

“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.

“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.

“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.

“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”

“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”

“I love you, too,” Jack murmurs.

Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.

And the taste of his kiss is even better.

#newsies #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #this is another one of those scene’s that just sort of came to me #i imagine the context is that Davey mentions going out for their anniversary and Jack immediately blue screens #cue Jack trying to ‘’’’subtly’’’’ figure out what the fuck Davey’s talking about #and Davey just being like *deep sigh* #didn’t know they were dating #well Davey did

[pigeonwit]

“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”

“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”

He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.

“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”

His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally put into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.

#WOE rbr 5 snippet be upon ye!!!! #id say this bad boy's about 2/3rds of the way done #but the last third is. gonna take a while to stitch together. i got MIDTERMS babyyyy #so you're welcome to have this lovely bit of comphet davey i've been saving since. yeah probably since 2019? #this is probably one of the few RBR scenes that have stayed the same through the 4-and-a-bit years i've been chewing on this fic #the writing has changed a fair bit as i've progressed but the dialogue + the actions + the function to the plot is essentially the same #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies #uksies #david jacobs #pigeon scribbles #javey #javid #run boy run

[baura-bear]

Whe David was young he hated sharing his hyperfixations. Well no. He hated the way people reacted when he shared his hyper fixations he would get excited and tell them all about and it would be met with a laugh and he’d be told that he was “obsessed” and he hated that word so he stopped telling people what he knew or what he liked. Instead he just read because when you read you’re just “quiet” you’re “smart”. he wasn’t obsessed, he enjoyed learning, he enjoyed books. He could read about anything he wanted as many books as he pleased and he’d be praised for his intelligence not laughed at like a naive child.

Then he got older and he was a smart aleck. He knew too much and when he corrected people it was rude. So he stopped correcting people. He kept quiet because that kept him out of trouble.

Until he met Jack who soaked up his knowledge like a sponge, who loved to hear Davey talk and who encouraged him to use his voice for the better

#I was gonna write more than that but brain exe. stopped functioning #idk it’s 2am and I can’t sleep even though I’ve been up for 22 hours #newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #autistic David jacobs #I hate the word obsessed #I hate it so much #newsies fandom

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Genuinely asking, where does it say a guy can’t catch a break

#newsies #jack kelly #writing my dissertation is for sure going

[orangesand-lemons-234]

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

[regina-cordium]

I’ve decided race’s biggest fear is being left behind

#this was mostly in conjunction with an au I SWEAR I’m gonna write some day #but it works for all iterations #newsies #racetrack higgins

[loving-jack-kelly]

davey jacobs in the "pleasure to have in class" to college dropout pipeline. davey jacobs realizing three semester into his bachelors that actually he doesn't like school and being good at something isn't enough reason to keep on going through it when it makes him miserable. davey jacobs finding more purpose in doing a job to get through the day and going home to pursue his passions after work without worrying about what they will get him.

also davey jacobs in a leather jacket on a motorcycle because I say so.

#i Love the idea of jack and davey always being opposites but one day switching places in this specific way #jack going from angry and lonely and just trying to survive to embracing a love of learning and settling into #this routine of wanting bigger and better things because he suddenly knows and believes he deserves them #vs davey who starts out as trying to please everyone trying to make everyone proud #and one day realizing that no he's okay living an ordinary life being a ordinary person for himself #and that's okay and he's allowed to want a boring 9 to 5 that gives him weekends off and time to write what he wants when he wants to #anyway. #newsies #davey jacobs #hmm. line cook jack taking classes where he can because he wants to be a social worker

[the-racer]

in manhattan, when one newsie gets sick, they all get sick. and they're fucked right now. "it ain't my fault!" jojo shouts. "buttons got me sick!" everyone rounds on buttons.

"yeah, like i fuckin chose to be sick," he mutters. the crowd of sick newsies starts yelling at him.

"everyone shuddup!" jack shouts from his bed. "i got a headache."

"someone gimme some help out here!" tommy boy calls from outside. specs, blink, and skittery go to give him a hand with whatever it is.

"what happened?" all the newsies hear snatches of conversation from outside.

"-in the street."

"-when to stop-" blink and skittery enter, holding an unconscious race between them. "ay, mush, move it." they toss race onto a bed.

"what happened to him?" ike asks quietly. there's a small cut on race's forehead that's bleeding.

"oh, he passed out in the street," skittery explains. "he's sick and wouldn't take the day off. never was very smart."

"now he's dead," blink adds.

"what?" a shout goes up from some of the younger ones until mush smacks blink around the head and tells everyone blink's kidding.

"they're kids, stop scarin them," mush orders him. "also, race being sick means only one thing. someone has gotta go tell spot conlon."

"yeah, that ain't scary," blink mutters. "uh, boots, go to brooklyn and tell spot he's got a sick boyfriend." boots heads off dutifully.

the next hour is a mess. all the newsies fret over race, who sleeps the whole time. and then everyone goes silent and dumbstruck when spot enters.

they're used to cold, intimidating, angry spot. not a caring spot. not a spot who immediately runs to race's side and starts checking on him.

spot presses his hand to race's forehead and then hugs him tight, pressing kisses to the top of his head. "ay!" crutchie shouts. "everyone hit the beds and give them some space!" race wakes up soon enough, with a worried spot sitting bedside.

"race!"

"whatcha doing here? i's just sick. ain't dying or nothing." spot kisses his forehead and stares at him.

"ya passed out in the street. gotta take it easy."

"when one of us gets sick, we all get sick. i ain't dying, spot, i promise."

"you need food." race shrugs.

"i ain't hungry."

"race. listen to me. you need food, you're sick."

"i'll throw it up."

"i will shove it down your throat if you don't eat the food i bring ya."

"spot-"

"tony. shut up. i's getting you some chicken soup. don't argue." race watches him walk out, smiling a little dopily.

all the newsies start hooting and cheering, whistling at race.

"alright, alright!" race shouts. "i got a headache."

#spot is a worried bf and we love him for it #hes so cutie #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #newsies #livesies #92sies #jack kelly #kid blink #mush meyers #skittery newsies #mars' writing!!

[jack-kellys]

here’s a short history video about black cowboys, of whom were the original cowboys along with mexican vaqueros in the southwest of america.

just something to think abt when considering artsy city jack kelly “vs” cowboy jack kelly..

anyway happy black history month

#this isn’t even a callout i just saw this vid and went wouldn’t it be cooler if like #jack’s cowboy obsession was more of a reclamation than a ‘go west white boy’ motif. bc obviously it’s cooler #anyway. keep writing jack as black and/or mexican and keep calling him cowboy. give him his HAT #it’s NOT RESERVED for christian bale 🛑🛑🛑 #fizz freaks #jack kelly #newsies #newsies 1992