#otp: gay newsboys
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#newsies#newsies memes#javey#javid#newsies javid#javid supremacists#jack kelly x david jacobs#jack/david#newsies fandom#i love newsies#otp: gay newsboys
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Oh look. It's the obligatory request for Albert for the ask game :)
eli send two and the other was anon so you’re getting the response. as a treat. love u cam
gender headcanon
i mostly write him as he/him enby in fics. sometimes he/they as a treat
in rps w jack ( @proud-and-defiant ilysm bestie ) tho he’s ftm trans pretty often and that’s another one that brings me a lot of joy ngl
if nothing else he identifies as Himbo and i support him for that.
sexuality headcanon
bi bi bi
so. so violently bisexual
he’s really in love with his boyfriend but one time he saw a woman with a sword on twitter and promptly Collapsed
bonus hc that he’s kissed 2 people ever, 1) race, obviously and 2) sarah, who was his first kiss cause he wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl. she came out as a lesbian like. the second they pulled away and now he jokes that he turned her gay
an otp i have with them
guess. literally guess
*sigh* ralbert, obviously
they’re in love i don’t make the rules
a notp
s,,, spralbert
i just. don’t think him and spot would Work, they’re too similar in like. the worst ways possible, and too different in the worst ways too
and we know my opinions on sprace
a brotp
albert and jack !!
albert and finch are a fun duo too
i’m also really impartial to albert, smalls and sarah being besties too cause albert needs bossy lesbian friends
favorite actor who played them
this. is pretty obvious
esp if you know me
but sky flaherty <33
favorite headcanon about them
this question is mean and cruel and awful and there’s no way i could possibly—
southern albert. (specifically georgia)
i fucking LOVE southern albert it’s the cutest thing in the entire world and it makes me SO HAPPY in every variation of it
southern mama, born and raised in the south before moving to manhattan in middle school, southern small town au. doesn’t matter, they all make me happy.
my opinion about them
my favorite man
literal pride and joy
this is my jac assigned kin and claimed favorite newsboy he’s just. yeah. yeah <3333
#never not read the tags#newsies#livesies#albert dasilva#racetrack higgins#ralbert#spam ralbert gang#ralbert ralbert ralbert#chandler the ralbert cult leader#chandler the resident ralbert expert#the ralbert collective#the butterfly boys#albert dasilva headcanons#ilysm cam#ilysm jack#asks !!
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ALL OF THEM
thanks mysterious stranger!!
1. Broadway or tour?
neither... movie cast all the way lmao but if i had to choose id pick broadway!! except ryan breslin he can choke
2. Favorite Jack?
jerjor im sorry but he and corey cott are very close!! i jsut. his voice is so good holy shit
3. Favorite Davey?
BE N FANKHAUSER 100% I LVOE HIM sSO MUCH4. Favorite Crutchie?
akb!!!5. Favorite Katherine?
kara lindsay has my heart tbh6. Ever saw the show? If so, did you go to the stage door?
i fucking WISH but i live in australia, land of the cryptids7. Seize the Day or King of New York?
seize the day bc of daveys solo!!! 8. Favorite Character?
davey honestly9. Character OTP?
jackcrutchiedavey 10. Favorite quote?
“whats new york got that santa fe aint? tarantulas?”
“we could throw a hoedown in here and noone would be the wiser”
“id say we launched our strike in a most auspicious manner”
“theres no escaping us pal, we’re inevitable”
“poor GUYS head is spinning”
“tell me how quitting does crutchie any good.” “dzaszdh” “-exactly”
,, yes theyre all davey quotes i love him11. Favorite song?
this is way too hard lmao but i really really love once and for all12. Ever cried because of Letter From the Refuge?
.....maybe :(13. Is there anyone you talk to about it so much that they automatically associate it with you?
LOL... YES14. Ever dreamt about it?
not yet i dont think??? 15. Dream role?
a pape on the ground that the newsies step on and tear in half xo16. Have any pictures ever been your phone background?
no o:17. Favorite member of Broadway cast?
ben fankhauser, surprisingly18. Favorite member of tour cast?
btc!!19. Why do you love newsies?
why not. gay dancing newsboys trying to overthrow capitalism20. What was your initial reaction to the show?
honestly i watched it twice w some assorted gays and i liked it a lot!! but i wasnt super into it at first and . idk why ,, i talked about it for a bit and one day i randomly stayrd up until 2am watching newsies videos and i realised how fucking much i adored this musical and here i am. a piece of shit who would quite literally die for ben fankhauser21. What made you want to see the show?
hearing poor guys head is spinning live
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Javid
Who’s the messiest one: Jack
Who feels the most uncomfortable about PDA: David
Who’s the funniest drunk: sfdashlfjh David?
Who texts the most: David, but only in word count cause he’s big on proper grammar
Who has the most embarrassing taste in music: David
Who reads the most: David obvs
Who’s better with kids: probably Jack
Who’s the one that fixes things around the house: Jack tries his best
Who’s got the weirdest hobby: Jack probably
Who cooks and who cleans up: David, definitely, but Jack helps when he asks
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javid 23
"You don't have to stay with me, you know."
Jack clapped David on the shoulder, sitting on the bed next to him with more force than necessary and causing the whole mattress to shake. "Already told your ma I would. Babysittin's no fun on your own, even when the kid is as cool as Les."
David frowned, looking down at his little brother, who was tucked under the covers and fast a sleep, a cold compress on his forehead. "But what if you get sick, too?"
Jack shrugged, like the thought hadn't even occured to him, or hadn't bothered him if it had. "Then I'm sick, I 'spose. I'm usually pretty good at not gettin' sick though, so I wouldn't worry 'bout it, Dave."
David nodded, glancing back and forth between Les and Jack, before he frowned again. "What do you want to do then?"
"Oh, I got a few ideas."
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when of if I started shipping it. After the first time I watched the movie. I heard the musical soundtrack first and heard whispers of shipping but it wasn’t until I saw the movie that I started shipping it myself.
my thoughts: I’m not sure what this means but when I think about javid my brain goes SKDLJHAJFHJDHJDHLASJDHFJLAFHAJLDFHJH and then I cry
What makes me happy about them: I just love the way they complement each other it’s super fab
What makes me sad about them: No kisses :c
things done in fanfic that annoys me: I’m not a fan of David being the damsel in distress like no he doesn’t need Jack to rescue him they very clearly rescued each other
things I look for in fanfic: hurt/comfort because I am a masochist (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I will tolerate a well developed Jack/Sarah, but really only in theory. And I like David/Darcy.
My happily ever after for them: SETTLED INTO A LOVELY APARTMENT ‘LIVING THE BACHELOR LIFE’ AND LOTS OF KISSES
who is the big spoon/little spoon: it depends on who had the bad day
what is their favorite non-sexual activity: reading to each other
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100. Javid
100. Relaxation
"I'm failing to see the point in this."
Jack reached over without opening his eyes, covering David's mouth with his hand. "If you'd shut up for two seconds, you'd get it. Now shush."
David rolled his eyes and pushed Jack's hand away. "It's hot. My back hurts. I can practically feel myself getting sunburned. I have homework. You have homework."
Groaning loudly, Jack sat up, leaning against the railing of the fire escape. "You're really bad at this relaxing thing, Dave. You're not supposed to talk about homework on the weekends, I thought I made that rule clear."
David followed Jack's lead and sat up as well, letting his head drop back against the sun-warmed metal. "They're announcing valedictorian soon, I can't afford to slack off."
Jack snorted. "You've got it in the bag, doofus, I don't know what you're worried about. I can give you a better distraction if you want."
"What do you -?"
Jack cut David off by kissing him, sending both of their hearts racing.
"I don't really think this counts as relaxing.."
"Just shut up, Dave."
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Word count: 563
Verse: Modern!Musical
Pairing: Domestic Javid
I had a bad day at work and Mel cheered me up too good. Sorry for the cavity
“I think there’s more paint on you than on the walls.”
Jack turned around at the sound of Davey’s voice, grinning at him. He’s surprised the attention is on him rather than the room he’s standing in, the room they’ve been stressing over for two months now, but he can’t really say he’s complaining. “I got enthusiastic, sue me.” He wiped pointedly at his face, spreading a streak of yellow paint higher on his cheekbone. “Better?”
Davey just snorted and rolled his eyes, taking Jack’s hand and tugging him out of the tarp-decked room and into the kitchen. He ran a wash cloth under the warm water from the sink and started trying to clean the paint off of Jack’s face.
“You can leave it, Dave, I’m nearly done, I was gonna shower in a bit anyway.”
“Indulge me, Jack; you look like you’re auditioning to be a circus clown.”
Jack raised a currently orange eyebrow and smirked. “Maybe that’s my ultimate plan, Davey. Ever think of that?”
Davey rolled his eyes again. “Did you eat some of the paint or something?”
“Hey now, that’s the safest paint known to man in there. She could lick the walls and be perfectly fine,” Jack defended, a goofy grin spreading across his face. “Wow, okay, that was awesome. Ask me something else about her room – oh!”
Jack was cut off by Davey pressing a firm kiss to his lips. “You’re officially not allowed me call me a nerd ever again.”
“You’ve read more books in the last eight months than you did the entire time you were going for your Masters. I’m pretty sure the title is yours, Dave.”
Davey laughed, hitting Jack on the shoulder with the wash cloth before tossing it in the sink. “Yeah, fine, whatever. Excuse me for wanting to be informed. Come on, you said you were almost done, I wanna see how it all looks.”
Sighing dramatically, Jack gestured for David to head back towards the nearly empty room, following behind him. “It’s nothing crazy special, obviously, you think I’m way more talented than I actually am, but still, I’m pretty proud of it.”
Two of the four walls were painted to look like the New York skyline. A deep blue sky with lights on in all the different buildings, like the sun had just set on the big city. The other two walls were Santa Fe, the sun just coming up over the desert. In the corner of the room were the boxes, the crib and the dresser and the changing table, still waiting to be unpacked and setup. Davey wasn’t looking forward to that particular activity (Jack has a thing about following directions) but he knew it’d have to be soon. They were running out of prep time.
“It looks amazing,” Davey said, smiling widely. “It looks perfect, Jack.”
“You think she’ll like it, then?”
Davey resisted the urge to laugh when he saw the self-conscience look on Jack’s face. “I think it’s going to take her a few years before she’s old enough to really appreciate it,” he pointed out softly. “But yeah, I’m sure she’ll love it.”
Jack wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist, resting his chin on his partner’s shoulder. “Just a few more weeks. You ready, Papa?”
Davey did laugh then, the sound light and a little watery. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
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Jack/David, hypochondriac, webmd, ridiculous
"Sarah warned me about this, you know. I thought she was joking."
"Sarah exaggerates," David muttered, not looking away from the computer screen. He clicked around the screen, eyes widening. "What are the chances of the plague circulating New York, do you think?"
"Jesus, Dave, you have a cough!"
"That's what they all say!"
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Javid, snowball fight
"Come on, Jack, it's freezing out here," David called, not caring that it sounded like he was whining. Every inch of him was cold, and he just wanted to go back inside and enjoy the hot cocoa his mom was making for them.
Jack, however, was having far too much fun with the fresh and fluffy snow that was currently covering every inch of lower Manhattan. He and David had been sent out here with Ester to help clear off the sidewalk and steps of the apartment building, but everyone else had gone back inside, leaving the two of them alone.
"Lighten up, Davey, it's not that bad," Jack argued, scooping up a handful of snow and packing it in his gloved hands. Before David really registered what he was doing, Jack had thrown the snowball at him. It landed smack in the middle of his chest, and David rolled his eyes.
"I'm not having a snowball - hey!"
Jack had thrown another snowball, this time getting David in the leg.
"Seriously Jack I - cut it out! Jack!"
Two more snowballs made contact with David, and he sighed, admitting defeated and scooping up his own handful of snow, chucking it at Jack.
It was a short lived battle. Jack wasn't known for playing fair, and when his snowball stockpile ran out, he tackled David into the snow.
"Are you satisfied now?" David asked softly, looking up at Jack.
Jack grinned self-indulgently. "I think I am, yeah."
"Does that mean you can get off me and we can go inside?"
Jack jumped to his feet, and he'd probably be blushing if his face wasn't already red from the cold. "Yeah, right, course." He held out his hand for David to take and pulled the other boy to his feet, waiting for David to be steady before he dropped his hand.
"Come on, I'm soaked, and I'm sure you are, too. We should get out of these clothes," David muttered, grabbing his shovel and heading up the steps.
Jack swallowed thickly and followed after David, a bit of a kick in his step so he wouldn't be too far behind.
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Javid telling David's parents about them being together
"Davey, you're sweating."
"Thanks so much for pointing that out, Jack," David hitched, tugging at the fraying sleeve of his hoodie. "Can we just get this over with please?"
Jack rolled his eyes and grabbed David's arms, stopping him from fidgeting. "Not until you calm down. It's your parents, Dave, it's not like we're coming out to the entire county or something."
"I think I'd rather do that."
"Your parents would still be there," Jack pointed out, his hands sliding down David's arms until he had hold of his hands. "You're overreacting. This is going to be great. Besides, do you really think they're going to be all that surprised?"
David blinked. "What do you mean?"
"They're your parents, Dave, parents are supposed to just know these things, aren't they? Not to mention your need to iron every piece of clothing you own."
"Don't you stereotype me," David muttered. "I pride myself in being my own kind of gay high schooler, thank you very much."
Jack chuckled, dropping David's hands and moving his own either side of David's face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You sound ridiculous. They love you, they're not going to freak out on you or anything. They might not be too happy with your choice of boyfriend, but I can't say I blame them for that. I'm a mess, don't you know?"
It was David's turn to roll his eyes. "Quit fishing for compliments, my parents love you and you know it."
"Then I don't see a single problem, come on, let's go," Jack said brightly, grabbing David's hand and practically dragging him out of the bedroom.
When they reached the living room, where Esther and Mayer sat talking about their day over coffee, Jack dropped David's hand again and shoved him forward. David stumbled a bit and glared at Jack, but righted himself in front of his parents and cleared his throat.
"There's um, there's this thing that I, that uh, that I want to - well, that Jack and I, we want to tell you, well I guess, I guess I'm the one actually doing the telling, aren't I, so, um..." David trailed off, rubbing the bag of his neck.
"You and Jack have something to tell us?" Esther prompted calmly, smiling at her son over her coffee cup.
David sent a pleading look in Jack's direction, and Jack sighed dramatically and headed over, wrapping his arms around David's torso.
"I'm taking your son hostage, and you'll never get to see him again unless you tell him you think it's totally great that he's my boyfriend now."
David blushed scarlet and covered his face with his hands, but Jack just grinned at David's parents, arms still casually wrapped around their son.
"Dunno about that, you gonna get him out of our hair, Jack?" Mayer asked.
"Of course he's not," Esther said, cutting in before Jack could answer. "Jack spends more time here than he does at his own place, it'll be like nothing changed."
"Don't suppose we have much of a choice to agree with Mr. Kelly here then."
"Suppose not," Esther agreed. "You can uncover your face now, David."
David lowered his hands, revealing a less red, but rather shocked, face. "You guys are really okay with this?"
"I told you so," Jack whispered smugly in David's ear.
"Course we are," Mayer said. "Just, uh - be safe. And all that."
Jack burst into laughter, Esther scolded her husband, and Mayer looked somewhere between amused and uncomfortable.
And that's when David knew everything would be okay.
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Javid genderbend
"What are you reading?"
The brunette looked up from her book with a sigh, glaring at the other girl lying across the bed, head danging over the edge and black locks falling in her face. "For the third time, my French text book. Now will you be quiet? The sooner I finish this chapter, the sooner we can leave."
Jackie groaned, turning over onto her stomach. "You've been reading for twenty minutes now, that's ages."
"Because you've been distracting me, you brat."
Jackie raised an eyebrow and sat up, stretching her tanned legs out in front of her and leaning back on the bed. "You find me distracting, huh?"
"I - um -"
"Come on, Mouth, I promise I'm much more interesting than that book of yours. Study me instead."
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This Christmas, and the next
Word count: 1075
Verse: Modern!Movie
Pairing: Domestic!Established!Javid. Yay!
The first holiday season in their own apartment
With 35 minutes left of Christmas for me, I give you this.
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“Wake up, wake up, it’s Christmas!”
David blinked wearily up at Jack for a moment, before rolling over in the bed and pulling the blankets up over his head. “No.”
“C’mon Dave, where’s your holiday spirit?”
“I used it all up on Hanukkah. You know, the holiday I actually celebrate?”
Jack pulled away the blankets, causing David to curse under his breath as he sat up. “I remember. You should remember that I did everything you asked me to, mostly, during the whole thing. And that’s a long holiday, Dave. You owe me.”
David glanced at the clock on the side table and groaned. “Do I have to owe you before eight?”
“Absolutely.”
David sighed dramatically and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He slid his feet into his slippers and made a show of standing up slowly. “Did you at least start my coffee?”
Jack snorted. “Course I did, I don’t got that much of a death wish.”
The promise of hot coffee had David moving a little faster out of the bedroom, but as he reached the end of the hallway, he stopped cold at the sight of their living room.
The entire space was decorated with tinsel and lights. The tree, which Jack had insisted on picking up a couple of weeks ago “just for the hell of it”, was now weighed down with ornaments, and a small pile of presents was stacked underneath. The mistletoe hanging in nearly every doorway didn’t go unnoticed either, and David couldn’t help but think that could turn out problematic when their friends stopped by later.
“Did you do all of this last night?” David asked, trying to remember Jack ever getting out of bed.
“I couldn’t sleep, and I had all these extra decorations from work that were wastin’ away in the closet. It’s great, ain’t it?”
“I need coffee,” David answered. He moved quickly into the kitchen, pulling his usual mug out of the cupboard and helping himself to a fresh cup of coffee.
“I can take it down if it’s gonna bug you so much,” Jack said from the doorway, obviously trying not to look upset.
David shook his head. “It’s not the decorations, Jack, it’s just – I never realized you were so enthusiastic about Christmas.”
Jack shrugged. “Didn’t have a reason to be. Foster kids don’t really get a big haul for holidays. Half the time I spent it with Snyder, cause no one wants to take in an extra kid at Christmas. And then the last couple years, staying with your family, they were great. But like you said, you don’t celebrate it. I wasn’t gonna put up any fuss about it when your folks were being nice enough to put a roof over my head while I made something of myself.”
David moved away from the counter and closer to Jack, coffee cup gripped tightly in his hands. He nodded, encouraging Jack to continue with his train of thought.
“This is the first year I’ve had a place of my own to really have a Christmas, or any kind of family to have Christmas with. That’s the whole point of holidays, right? To spend time with your family – do we count as a family? Can two people be a family?”
David had never really looked at the holidays like that, and it hit him rather hard in that moment.
When he was little, Hanukkah had been about the presents. It was the time of year when his parents splurged on gifts that were fun, rather than practical, like toys and games and books that told adventures rather than teaching about math and science.
As he got older, it became more of an entertaining obligation. Celebrating Hanukkah came with being a Jacobs. He still enjoyed the presents, and the religious parts were more interesting because he understood it better than he did as a child, but it was never really more than a yearly tradition.
And of course, Christmas always seemed a bit ridiculous to him. Most scholars believed that Jesus was actually born in the spring time, and he didn’t understand how anyone, even little kids, could be convinced that a fat man in a red suit managed to deliver presents to everyone in the world with the help of flying reindeer.
Jack didn’t seem to be thinking of any of that, though. Christmas was a sign of success to him. Making a Christmas morning for the two of them meant he was doing something right with his life.
“Of course we count,” David said, putting his coffee down on the table and closing the distance between him and Jack. “Every family starts with two people – they’re not usually both men, but then when have we ever done anything the conventional way?”
“We should get a dog. Then there’d be three of us. The dog can be our kid. Can we name it Cowboy?”
David groaned; a dog was the last thing he wanted to clean up after, but Jack already looked excited. He couldn’t bring himself to say no. “So long as you promise not to name any actual kids Cowboy, a dog can be your Christmas present from me.”
“Any kid of ours is gonna have enough issues without being named Cowboy, Dave.”
David pressed his lips to Jack’s in a searing kiss, one that made his stomach flip and had goosebumps spreading across his skin, despite the heat going full blast in the apartment.
“What was that for?” Jack asked, a smirk growing on his face when they broke apart.
Feeling silly for getting so emotional over his partner’s casual use of the term “any kid of ours”. David chose instead to point up at one of the many sprigs of mistletoe Jack had hung sometime last night. “Are the presents under the tree for me?” he asked, not trying to hide the fact that he wanted a subject change.
Jack nodded, looking pleased with himself. “Yup, and I only asked Sarah for help once.”
“Sarah knew? Did Les?”
Jack rolled his eyes. “All grown up and the kid still can’t keep any kind of secret. You think I’m that dumb?”
“Not that dumb, no,” David teased, hurriedly slipping into the living room and away from Jack before he could retaliate.
“You’re lucky I love you, Jacobs.”
David paused in investigating the presents to grin widely at Jack. “Trust me, I know I am.”
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Disclaimer: I am not any kind of religious, and my knowledge on Hanukkah is very limited. All previous thoughts on the holiday and associated religion are not based in any kind of fact, so if something comes across as wonky or rude or inaccurate, it was not on purpose, it was just how I interpreted things to tell the story I wanted to tell
#javid#newsies fanfic#newsies#I lke this a lot but I'm unsure of some parts and I don't know just have so Christmas fluff#otp: gay newsboys#elle writes
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A Bunch of Angry Kids
Plot: David just wants to get to graduation. Jack just wants to get out. Both of them get a little side tracked when a threat against the school paper turns into a fight to get their voice, and everyone else’s, heard.
Pairing(s): Eventual Javid, others
Verse: Modern!Movie
Word Count: 1203
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Santa Fe - Part 1
It turned out to be a longer walk than Jack had anticipated. It was chilly in the dark, with the season changing, but he couldn’t find much more of a reason to complain. He didn’t sleep much anyway, and Kloppman would be too busy with the others to notice he wasn’t back yet.
He needed the thinking time anyway.
Jack had told a lot of lies in his seventeen years, from little fibs to outright stories. His therapist used to say it was a part of adjusting to foster care, but he’d been in the system for seven years now, and his habit of improving the truth hadn’t gotten any better.
Lying came easily to him. It was fun in a way, like a game, twisting his words and people’s heads, manipulating others to get what he needed. He usually felt pretty proud of himself when he pulled a story off.
This pit in his stomach was a new experience for him.
Jack didn’t know why he felt so guilty about lying to David about his parents. He’d never been open about them in the past. The guys at the Banner didn’t even know, though he was pretty sure they figured something was off about his home life.
He didn’t like talking about his parents. Telling the stupid sob story sounded like whining, like he was asking for special treatment just because he had a dead mom and a dad with a prison sentence.
He scoffed, pulling a cigarette from the pack in his pocket and lighting it quickly. Why couldn’t it be that simple, that easy to explain? He’d gotten over his mom’s death ages ago, mostly. Being told people were sorry for his loss just made him feel like a kid all over again, vulnerable and too stupid to know what was going on.
His dad – no one even knew how to respond to that one. ‘I’m sorry for your loss’ didn’t quite cut it.
The few brave ones who couldn’t stop themselves from asking what he’d done were met with silence. Jack figured that probably wasn’t the best way to handle it. Everyone always assumed he was locked away for killing Jack’s mom after that. While he certainly blamed her death on his dad, his mom hadn’t been murdered.
There was nothing redeemable about Francis Sullivan. He’d refused to acknowledge his son for nearly three years, until he was jobless and homeless and needed a place to stay. Then he couldn’t wait to be a father. He couldn’t wait to make an honest woman out of Jack’s mom. He couldn’t wait to be a family.
Jack laughed bitterly, the sound echoing off the walls of the empty alley he was walking through. He didn’t have much experience with family, but he knew his father’s idea of it wasn’t right. Family didn’t hurt each other the way he had hurt them.
It didn’t matter anymore, though. He couldn’t touch him now, and bruises faded over time. If people wanted to think he got his scars from his own stupid mistakes, they were more than welcome to. It just helped his reputation. It was better that way.
Which is why he didn’t understand why lying made him feel so bad. He survived off the stories he told. He didn’t want to feel guilty. He didn’t want to feel anything, really. Feelings tended to land people in the worst situations, stuck for who knows how long. The last thing Jack wanted was to be stuck.
He just had to hold out for a few more weeks. His birthday was right around the corner, he’d turn eighteen, and then he could leave. No one could control him after that, not even Snyder. He wouldn’t miss him. Jack might write to Kloppman, call and check in on him and the other kids every once in a while, but he’d do his best to erase Snyder from his memory all together once he left.
New York would seem like an old dream, or another life, once he was out west. It was like a whole other world out in New Mexico.
That’s how it sounded when his mom used to talk about it, anyway. She’d grown up there, spent nearly half her life in Santa Fe. She’d moved out to New York to be famous. She had big dreams of being a singer, and the voice to back that dream up, but Jack coming along had put a damper on that plan.
For as long as Jack could remember, she’d talked about moving back there. She’d nearly had enough money tucked away, hidden from his dad’s greedy hands, for their plane tickets, too. That was before she got sick. After that, the money went to medical bills, and his dad was going out more and more, and Jack was alone at the rundown apartment more than not.
And now he was here, two blocks from an old house with an even older owner, and a boatload of hormonal teenagers with nowhere else to go.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful. He knew there were worse homes than Kloppman’s. Hell, he’d lived in a few of them. And anything was better than living on the street, that one he knew for sure.
He just wanted to be more than the dead end foster kid Snyder kept telling him he was.
That was why he needed to get out of New York.
He wanted to have another cigarette, to slow his racing heart and steady his hands a bit, but he knew Kloppman didn’t like it when he smoked, so Jack figured he could do the old man a favor and not stink of tobacco smoke when he let himself in to the house.
He dug his key out of the bottom of his backpack when he reached his street, but as he approached the house he realized the porch light was still on, and the front door was already unlocked when he tried the handle.
Quiet was never something Jack mastered, but he tiptoed towards the stairs as best as he could, concentrating so hard he nearly jumped out of his skin when someone spoke behind him.
“You know, I waited up for you, the least you could do is say goodnight.”
Kloppman was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, just in the entrance way. He stood up and stretched, grumbling tiredly.
That guilty feeling was back.
“You didn’t have to –”
“I know I didn’t have to, kid. I did anyway, though, didn’t I? So why don’t you hurry up and tell me where you were so we can both go up to bed.”
Jack nodded, ears going red. “We got a new kid at the paper today. We got along well and I showed them around a bit. Ended up getting invited over for dinner.”
“She pretty?”
“His name is David. Don’t think he’d really appreciate being called pretty.”
Kloppman hummed in response, watching Jack with an odd expression on his face, but didn’t say anything else. Jack took advantage of the moment to make his escape.
“Thanks for waiting up for me, Mr. K. It – uh – it means a lot. G’night.”
“Goodnight, Jack.”
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Jack/David Quiet Me (David calming Jack)
The apartment was always a mess. David had gotten used to it, over the past few months of sharing with Jack. He tired to make sure it was an organized mess as the very least. Asking Jack to change his habits wasn't going to happen, but working around them was something he could handle. Jack was adapting, too. He had even started putting dishes in the sink when he was done with them, rather than leaving them for David to discover a few days later.
Seeing Jack smashing plate after clean plate on the floor felt like a giant step backwards, but then, the cleanliness of his living space wasn't really David's main priority at the moment.
"Jack - Jack!"
He didn't get a response, just a wide eyed look from the man in question before another plate hit the ground.
"Jack, stop, you're going to hurt yourself," David reasoned, trying to move closer to him without getting hit by flying glass shards. The task was proving to be more difficult than he'd anticipated.
"I don't care!"
Jack was a loud person, that was something David had known since they first met. There was a difference between being loud and shouting, and he wasn't used to hearing the latter from his roommate.
David jumped as a ceramic bowl landed by his feet. "You're going to hurt me!"
Jack dropped his arm, the mug he had been poised to throw slipping from his grip. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I wasn't - I didn't -"
"What's going on?" David asked, stepping around the broken glass to stand in front of Jack, placing a comforting hand on the taller man's arm.
"My father called today."
David's heart sunk. He'd been dreading this moment since they found at Jack's father had been released on parole the week before. He had a feeling the call would come, but he couldn't help but hope, for Jack's sake, that it wouldn't.
Apparently, he couldn't be that lucky.
"He wants to see me. Invited me for dinner. Told me to bring along a friend if I wanted. Like I'd want anyone meeting him."
Jack was shaking under David's touch, his hands curled into fists.
He very rarely lost control like this. David couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Jack this angry. Not since they were boys, surely.
He moved his other hand to Jack's cheek, turning his head, forcing the other man to make eye contact. "You can tell him no. You're an adult, Jack, you're twenty years old, and he has no right to you. You never, ever have to see him."
Jack closed his eyes, letting out a breath he'd been unconsciously holding in. "You're right. I know you're right. He just gets in my head, and I can't - "
"You don't have to explain it. I get it," David said softly. "C'mon, let's clean up, alright? And then I'll treat you to dinner. Anything you want."
Jack raised an eyebrow, a cheeky smile wiping away some of the hurt still painfully obvious in his eyes. "Anything I want?"
"Don't push your luck."
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Jack/David, one is an employee at a used book store?
David had a really bad tendency of getting lost when he went to book stores. It wasn’t the layout of the building that trapped him, but the stories themselves. It’d start with picking up a book to flip through and see if he wanted to buy it. It’d end with him sitting cross legged on the floor, back against a shelf, as he read the last paragraph an hour later.
This particular store, one that specialized in used books, was his favorite, though probably not for any objective reasons.
It didn’t have the best array of books, or the most comfortable seating. It was on the small side, and while they got new books often, they weren’t usually what David was interested in. He ventured inside at least once a week anyway, sometimes only for a few minutes, to take advantage of the eye candy.
He suppressed a shudder. His sister had used the term for the charismatic cashier when he’d brought her with him last month, and continued to tease him with it any time he left the apartment.
"Going to visit your eye candy, Davey?" "Have you introduced yourself to the eye candy yet, Dave?" "Tell Mr. Eye Candy I say hello when you stop by later."
He wondered why he put up with her sometimes.
He had a reason to be in here today, though. Sarah’s birthday was coming up, and he knew the store had an older copy of Little Women, and he wanted to pick it up for her.
"Didn’t think that was really your reading style."
David’s head shot up, and he nearly dropped his wallet when he realized Jack (the cashier, according to his name tag) was talking to him. He glanced down at the counter, where the book sat, and then back up at Jack, his cheeks turning red. “It’s for my sister, it’s her favorite.”
Jack nodded, typing the code in for the book and pointing out the price to David. “You’re into heavier stuff than that, right? I remember some of your other buys. Not really my style, but they’re good books.”
David just nodded, tongue tied and suddenly terrified of saying the wrong thing.
“How the West Was Won is a favorite of mine. You should check it out, if you haven’t already.”
"I will, thanks." David handed over the money in exchange for a bag with his sisters book in it. When Jack handed back his change, there was a slip of paper on top of the bills. David flushed when he realized there was a phone number scrawled on it.
"Give me a call after you’ve read it." It wasn’t a question, but Jack looked less confident than usual when he said it.
David grinned and nodded again. “I’m David,” he said, holding out his free hand for Jack to shake.
The other boy held onto it for a second longer than necessary. “Jack.”
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