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[somedayonbroadway]

I’d love to see your Criminal Minds Moodboard.

I hope you enjoyed them!

Here’s another Criminal Minds Scene :) please enjoy!

TW: bullet wound, stalker

Criminal Minds AU

Everything was a blur, a painful, shocking mess of colors and shapes above him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out a person standing. They were just standing there and David wondered for a long moment if they were just there to watch the light leave his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. Screaming was the first thing that came to his head, but no sound would come out. He tried to focus on anything but the pain, but it was overwhelming and all David wanted was to sleep.

Maybe if he tried hard enough, he would be able to see the stars. Somewhere in the back of his head he knew it wouldn’t work. There were blinking lights somewhere beyond his eye line that were messing with his view. It would’ve been so pretty. Maybe he’d be okay to sleep if he could see the stars.

That is, until a blinding light shined in his eyes. “Sir? Sir, can you hear me?” a stranger’s voice asked and David hated himself for wishing beyond anything that it was Jack kneeling above him. “Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”

“He’s not responding.”

“His name’s David. I think he works for the FBI,” the bystander insisted, sounding shocked but oddly calm. David had not made much of an impression on his neighbors. It was hard when he was barely home. He wanted his bubble right now, filling up and down with machines and computers and a door that locked behind him and a phone so he could hear the voice of the only people he wanted in that moment.

Now he was moving. He let out a strangled noise and realized he was biting down so hard on his tongue that he was drawing blood. A brace was secured around his neck and people were still talking to him. David couldn’t figure out why. “What’s your name, sir? Can you tell me your name?”

With wandering eyes, the young man managed a small, “D-David… Jacobs…” The words were barely a squeak. His eyes were beginning to fall closed but his heart was racing, like he was panicking.

“You’re doing great, David. Stay with us, okay? Stay calm and stay with us, you’re doing great.” Those words were repeated to him over and over again in so many ways as David was juggled into a smaller compartment. A car. What was the word? Ambulance. David swallowed hard as he lost sight of the sky. Maybe his soul wouldn’t get to soar. Maybe he didn’t deserve it. He shut his eyes. Just for a moment. “No, come on. Wake up and breathe,” someone encouraged. “He’s hyperventilating. Give me a mask!”

David let his mind wander a bit as his body freaked out. He could see their faces in his brain, Racer, Spot, Kat, Bryan and Jack, smiling down at him, hugging him, holding him, telling him they loved him and David unable to respond. He let a tear slip down his face, only for more to chase after it. That’s when it finally hit him.

He was dying.

—

The sound of the gunshot ricocheted off of the walls of David’s brain and he wanted to get up, he wanted to run, but all he could do was let his eyes flutter open. He felt disgusting, his forehead drenched in sweat and tubes pressing through his nose. But right in front of him were these perfect green eyes. Someone behind David called out to him. He could feel they weren’t the only two people in here but he didn’t dare turn his head. “Jack?” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

Jack nodded. “Yeah, I’m right here, princess,” he smiled sadly. “You scared us half ta death…” He was being so gentle despite the rage he was holding inside for whoever had done this. He glanced at his team and then back down at David. “Hey, can you tell us what happened?”

All David could do was sniffle. “J-Jack…”

“I’m here,” Jack promised again. “Davey, you’re alright. The doctors are calling you a miracle. You’re gonna be okay—“

“You were right,” David whimpered. “I sh-shoulda always just listened ta you.”

Spot squinted. “Davey, do you know who did this ta you?”

David sniffled, turning his head so he could see Spot and Race and Katherine standing over him as well. It was almost overwhelming. “Th-the guy f-from the coffee shop,” he whispered. “I… I was stupid n’ I let him—“

“Davey, stop,” Jack assured. “Hey, you didn’t do nothin’ wrong, okay? Can you tell us his name?”

With a small nod, David sniffled. “Vincent Larrings…” he whispered.

It was quiet for a moment before his team members began to brush through his hair and kiss his forehead, moving to leave. But David reached for Race’s hand. “Please don’t leave,” he begged.

Race had never been one for hospitals. But he nodded and held David’s hand tightly. “I won’t leave. I promise…” And he just sat at David’s side, holding onto his hand for dear life.

“I was so stupid, Tony,” David whispered, tears rushing down his face. “I j-just thought that he liked me.”

The young agent beside David shook his head. “You’re not stupid, Dave, you’re one of the smartest people I know.”

“I could hear him walking,” David whispered. “Wh-when he was standing over me, I held my breath to make it look like I was dead. A-and then he kissed me goodnight.” David almost laughed at that. It was all he wanted. This man seemed perfect. Too perfect. He made him forget about Jack and the world seemed wonderful for a moment and David had wished for one simple goodnight kiss.

“Oh, Davey,” Race breathed. “I’m so sorry…” David blinked slowly, trying to keep himself awake. It was excruciating. “It’s okay. I'm not going anywhere. Just rest,” the boy assured. And Davey had no choice but to obey. He was pulled into a deep sleep by the beeping of his own heart beside him.

—

It was all so real and David didn’t know if he was happy or terrified. It all felt off somehow. It was a beautiful place, so fancy and dimly lit. Romantic. David was supposed to be happy. Even in his memories, he couldn’t recall being happy. This wasn’t who he wanted to be here with. “We’ll have a bottle of Sancerre—“

“Oh, actually,” David called as he flagged the waiter back. “I never drink on the first date. I’ll take some water, please.” The man only gave him a small smirk that David could hardly resist.

“Please, bring the wine, and I assure you, you might be pleasantly surprised. You’ll love it,” the man winked. David smiled. The man was assertive. David liked it. “So, David, you work for the FBI? Sounds glamorous.”

A real laugh escaped David at that. “Yeah, if being cramped in a small room hidden underground for fourteen hours a day is your version of glamorous, then yes, it is Paris in the twenties,” he assured. He noted in his head that the man was checking his watch, as though trying to show it off. A fake Rolex. Fake. David didn’t dare say that out loud. He didn’t want to embarrass his date.

“You work murders?”

David nodded, feeling exposed for some reason. “All day everyday. I like to think of myself as a small part of the world’s karma,” he smiled. “What about you? What do you do?”

The man shrugged. “Grew up in New Haven, got into law school, you know the story,” he explained.

“Oh come on, there has to be more than that,” David smiled, biting a bit on his lip. “Handsome man like you doesn’t have any stories to share?”

“None that are as interesting as those beautiful eyes of yours,” Vincent smiled. And David blushed. “But, I was a city attorney , who went rogue and started his own practice. Just, I saw too many people getting away with too many things. I had a murder case dismissed for reasons I won’t go into now. But you know what happens with things like that.” Vincent raised his glass. “To karma?”

David smiled and melted a little bit. “To karma,” he smiled, clinking their glasses together before taking a long sip of wine their waiter had poured for them.

—

Jack was gently massaging David’s hands when Denton walked in. “Jacobs. How are you feeling?”

David glanced up at him before closing his eyes again. “I’ve had better dates,” he joked blandly, as Jack looked up at their boss.

“What’s going on, Denton?” Jack asked.

“There’s an encrypted file on your computer. I need the password,” the man insisted. David’s eyes opened up immediately at that. He didn’t respond immediately. “David. I need that code. What is in that file? Is it something that could connect you with Larrings—“

“I… I don’t think so,” David assured.

“Internal affairs have taken over this investigation. And until further notice, Jacobs, you’ve been suspended,” Denton explained. “The password.”

“T. S. Eliot,” David whispered. And Denton left. So David reached for the IV in his arm, moving to stand up as Jack pushed him back down. “I have ta get out of here,” he insisted.

“No, baby, sweetheart, you need to rest, look at me,” Jack insisted. “Look at me, I’m not going to let anything happen ta you.”

David shook his head. “I really screwed up, Jack..” he whispered. And all Jack could do was hug him. “You don’t know how I was recruited to the FBI and I was really messed up,” he continued. “I went through a lot after my parents died and I… I just kept teaching myself code. I lived underground. I was a hacker. I did really bad things and I… needed to in order to know the internet and computers inside and out—“

“Davey… what’s in the encrypted file?” Jack asked again, pulling away slightly.

With a small sniffle, David looked at Jack seriously. “I’m required to keep a record of everything the team does… but when my system got hacked, I didn’t want anyone else coming at you,” he tried to explain.

Jack just went back to hold David for a little bit longer.

—

When Jack took David home later that night he squeezed his friend’s hand when they were met with the blood on the steps to his door. David stared at it. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m gonna clean that off,” he promised.

David didn’t have the energy to answer as he shakily continued into the house, the only comfort he had in knowing Jack was right behind him. David turned on his lights and then he went for his old film, clicking the thing on and watching old home movies of him and his siblings and their parents.

“You were adorable,” he assured, smiling at the pictures on the wall as they played before him.

“You bet I was,” David laughed. Jack started exploring the room after that. He paused when he saw a volunteer schedule. “I counsel family members of murder victims once a week,” the brunette explained quietly.

“Baby, don’t you get enough of this at work?” Jack asked, almost sounding concerned.

“Somebody has ta help,” David assured. “People need closure.”

Jack turned back to him. “Alright, silly boy, you need to go to bed,” he smiled. “Want me to tuck you in?”

David blushed a little, resisting the urge to nod. “You should go, Jackie. I have my goon squad outside.”

“Excuse me, Jacobs, until we find the man who did this, that couch is gonna be my best friend,” Jack assured. “Now, go on, get some sleep,” he insisted, kissing David’s cheek.

So David nodded and turned away, falling into his bed and pulling the covers over his head, praying the monsters wouldn’t get him under there.

Jack just sat on the couch, gun in his hand, ready to protect the other man at all costs.

—

It was only a few hours later when Jack heard the gunshots outside. “David!” he called, sitting up immediately and rushing to the other man.

David sat up a little too fast, causing himself pain. “What’s going on?! What happened?”

Jack grabbed David’s wrist. “Come here! Come with me!” he insisted, pushing David so his back was to a corner. “Here, take this gun,” he insisted, pulling it from his ankle.

“I don’t believe in guns—“ David tried.

“Well, believe me, they are very real,” Jack insisted. “If someone besides me comes through that door, you pull back on this lever and pull the trigger. Do you hear me?”

With tears running down his cheeks, David nodded frantically. Jack rushed out of the room after that. And David heard a lot of gunshots. It felt like an eternity. And when someone came running towards him, David lifted up the gun. “Davey, it’s me! It’s just me!”

David screamed and rushed towards him. “Why is this happening to me?”

All Jack could do was hold him and kiss his head, wondering the exact same thing. “He was sitting in the corner,” David whispered.

So Jack pulled away. “What?”

“When w-we went to dinner, the waiter wanted to seat us at a window but he insisted on the worst table and he sat with his back to the corner.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Davey, what have you been doing that I don’t know about?”

“What? Nothing—“

“David,” Jack scolded, knowing the man was lying.

David bit his lip. “I… I flagged a couple of cold cases so the FBI would look into then—“

“You did what?” Jack hissed. “You are not authorized to do that!”

“I know! I just wanted to help those families, okay? I… wait, do you think it’s an agent?”

Jack bit his lip. “I’m calling Denton. You stay put,” he insisted, leaving the room.

—

Jack sniffled as David walked over to the room where the man who’d shot him was lying dead, murdered after trying to kill an internal affairs officer in the middle of the FBI’s BAU building.

David just stared at him, unable to move as he placed a hand over the wound on his chest. “Jackie?” he called.

Jack looked at him. “Yes, Davey?”

David didn’t have words, he just rushed to him and hugged him tightly.

And that was all they could do.

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[claireelizabeth85]

Come Home to Me update

Well, my brain has decided to give me the whole of Chapter 6 and 7. But ironically Chapter 5 is proving a little troublesome. It’s there but it’s rough and needs some polish.

I’m hoping to have an update out tomorrow evening (14th April BST) or Monday, we’ll see if my muses play fair.

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[prettyinlimegreenboots]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi hello me again with another potential happy thought! Another night another sober Blink with a bus filled with his friends, a rather quiet night he'd thought, Mike and Ike nearly asleep on either side of Sniper, Mush beside Jack who'd been chatting quietly and Crutchy who'd been sat beside Blink commenting here and there about the streets they'd passed, David and Sarah having just been dropped off, the end of their night approaching steadily. But as a familiar song had started up on the radio, a quiet hum slowly grew louder, that quiet hum turning into solid and loud lyrics at the chorus', "So Sally can wait! She knows it's too late as we're walking on by", Blink even joining in with the choir of friends.

Awww I love this! The boisterous singalong would be an amazing thing to witness. I could see Jack and Crutchie trying to out sing one another while Race and Mush do the same. Much love to you for making my day!!!

8 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

Racetrack Higgins and his harmonica to Brooks and Dunns boot scoot n boogie! Crutchy's got his guitar going and they're back to back singing. That one line "I want a shot o that red head yonder lookin at me" showing off Crutchy's vocals nicely as he winks at Al who's smiling but shakes his head, Jack pulling him up for a twirl to their friends singing ♡

This is so wholesome and I fully approve of Chrutchie’s guitar and Race’s harmonica!!!! When the Newsies find out that Race and Crutchie were performing, they all made plans to be at the bar to witness their musical talents. The entire bar gets into it as Crutchie and Race groove to the music. They play One Direction’s “What Makes You Beautiful” and the Newsies go nuts when Crutchie starts crooning “You're insecure, don't know what for”. They both know what they’re doing as they play that song.

Thank you for sending this in! I’m stuck at an airport awaiting a flight so this lifted my spirits!!!! You’re amazing friend!

9 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

For your consideration: One Mush Meyers working at build-a-bear and whenever there's faulty bears or damages bears they can't sell at the shop, he comes home with them. He doesn't yet know how to sew or to patch a bear up but he's trying to learn, slowly but surely. So for now, Blink going through boxes in the spare room looking for a vase he borrowed from Denton back before they'd moved. Coming across this box of deflated bears that are all a little off, "hey Mush" he hollers, lifting the box, "what's w'the dead teddy bear army?" and here's Mush with this sheepish smile, "I don't know how to patch them up yet but i'll get there one day", Blink's adoration showing in the smile he gives the lad, "could always give Buttons a phone?"

I absolutely love this and when Mush eventually calls Buttons, his response is “why didn’t you ask sooner?” They would have an afternoon of patching up all the stuffies. Mush would take them back to Build a Bear, fill them up and donate them to the children’s hospital or an orphanage.

13 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

I just learned something so I’m sharing it with you all. If you read fan fics and track books on Goodreads, you can track fan fiction through Goodreads and they’ll show up on your Yearly Reading Challenge. There are a ton of fan fics that have been added to Goodreads (most Harry Potter) but you can add any that haven’t been already added by this link.

15 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi hello hope you're doing well, if you were to write something titled 'Dear Jack', what would it be about? I've been thinking a lot about titles lately ♡

I love this idea!!!

I think it would be Race sitting down and writing a letter to Jack. Race and Spot moved to Chicago for college and he writes a weekly letters to Jack letting him know what he and Spot have gotten up to in that week. Like clockwork, the letter to Jack arrives on Wednesday while the letter to Race arrives on Saturday. Race always starts off the letter with a joke he heard that week (the answer is on the backside of the letter) before diving into how college/work was and anything he learned. He’d write about Spot but before Race posted the letter, Spot would always scrawl lines between Race’s telling Jack “what really happened” and calling Race out on his “bullshit”. He would promise Jack they’d come back to visit “when it gets warmer” and would always tell Jack that Chicago is way colder than NYC ever was.

Meanwhile, Jack would pen his own letter to Race, including little drawings and jokes of his own (which all of their friends would cringe at). He would catch them up on their little family, little antidotes of affection for something stupid Albert or Mush did that week. Blink would include a new recipe he had tried that week for Spot to then try. Medda would include her own note, telling her babies to hurry back. Davey would make sure Race was following the study guide he made him but also told him to make sure he was taking plenty of breaks and drinking water.

And when Race and Spot ended back in the city for their vacation, Race brought home a letter he penned on the ride over. After a very manly hug between him and Jack was exchanged, he handed the envelope to Jack, putting his hands in his pockets, shrugging, “I figured I’d save the postage this time”.

This was fun to write up! Might have to write a letter induced fic at some point. Thanks for sending this in friend!!! ❤️

20 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

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[himbos-hotline]

Your tumblr thing? Being awesome and writing fantastic Newsies fics!!!

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I might write newsies less now but im still yknow, vibin

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[permanentreverie]

If you could see any Broadway musical when the theaters open up, which would you pick?

I have to choose one!? And all the shows I love have been closed oops-

Hmm but my top ones are Newsies, Bandstand, and Anastasia (which have all closed)

Any that are still running (from what I remember) would be Hamilton, definitely, and Wicked!

#thank you! #answered asks #prettyinlimegreenboots

[wide-eyed--wonderer]

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m pretty sure we're out of matches.”

Some cute Sprace fluff because why the hell not. 

Up until about 10 minutes ago, Spot had really been enjoying this road trip with Race. 

He still kinda was, but now he was just annoyed. 

The road trip was Spot’s brilliant idea, a late anniversary present since they couldn’t celebrate the week of their anniversary because Race had to hold the open morning for the new season of dance. 

It's their fault for finally getting their shit together and confessing their love for each other two days after Christmas, and the busiest time of year for both boys.

It wasn’t all Race’s fault though. When Spot wasn’t busy setting up their new apartment, he was at his old foster home seeing his boys, or at work picking up an extra shift (or five) so that all those kids had at least one present under the tree come Christmas morning.

So, in lieu of being unable to celebrate 5 years of dating with more than a kiss (at 6am, before Race left to set up the dance studio) and a cake for dessert (at 10pm, when Spot finally got home), Spot had surprised Race with a road trip. 

The plan was to leave Sunday morning, get to Florida Monday afternoon, spend 5 days at DisneyWorld, leave Saturday and be back the following Sunday.

And for most of the trip, everything had gone perfect. The boys had made it to DisneyWorld on time, their hotel was comfortable, and the park had been, at risk of sounding cliche, magical. 

But of course, nothing in Spot Conlon's life could ever go smoothly. 

Race rounded the corner and looked at Spot with a sigh. 

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the cars dead, and I’m pretty sure we’re outta matches.”

“Shit.” Shit seemed like an understatement, but it was cold and Spot was too tired to care. Race walked over and put his forehead on Spots shoulder with a groan.

“What are we gonna do? It's so cold.” He whined. Spot brought his hand up to run his fingers through Races hair to try to calm him. Spot sighed, wishing there was more he could do. 

“I might be able to fix the car in the morning when there's some light and I can actually see what’s wrong, and at worst, we can hike it to that town we passed and get a signal. But for now, we need to sleep and get warm. C’mon” Spot reached down and intertwined his fingers with Race’s, and led them back to the car. He pulled Race into the backseat with him, letting Race curl onto Spots chest as he pulled a blanket over the two of them before finally letting his arms fall around Race. 

“Spot,” Race whispered, “did you lock the doors, I know we are on a road and stuff but-”

“Already done Race.” he presses a kiss to Race’s lips to attempt to distract him from the fear he could feel growing. “Anything else you need?”

“Maybe a smoke.” Race exhaled dramatically. 

“Though we had no matches left.” Spot reminded him.

“Fuck this keeps getting worse,” Race whined. Spot just snorted in reply, letting his arms tighten around Race. 

“Hey Spottie, thanks for organising this week. And being prepared with like, blankets and stuff.” Race sighed, curling into Spots' side. 

“Of course Race.” Spot leaned down and let his head fall into Race’s curls. “Sorry that this happened.” 

“Hey,” Race reached up and pressed a kiss to Spots lip, “this isn’t your fault. It wasn’t the petrol of a flat tire or anything you could have predicted or fixed.” 

“I’m still the reason you're stuck out here.” 

“Are you kidding? You took me to DisneyWorld Spottie. This has been one of the best weeks of my life. This mishap and all.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you.” 

“Put up with Jack.” Race snorted. 

Spot barked out a laugh and the two boys cuddled in closer. Race is right, for now, there is nothing they can do but be together. 

And really, is that the worst way for this week to end.

Thanks for prompting! Let me know what you think!!

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[apollo-writes-random-shit]

“Damn, damn, damn, double damn!”

Fun fact: This was originally going to be angsty but I decided to save that idea for later. So have some worried Jack who’s stressing about a ‘first date’ with Davey.

I added one of my favourite ideas about a reincarnation au for like a paragraph lol.

Oh yeah before I forget. #LetCrutchieSayFuck

Crutchie grinned as he watched Jack toss around clothes. 

"Damn, damn, daMN, DOUBLE DAMN IT!"

He chuckled, watching his brother rush around. "Someone's nervous." 

Jack jumped, spinning around, clutching a shirt in his hand, pants in the other. "No shit I'm nervous! I've actually got a date with David!" 

"David? Damn you really are nervous." He laughed, shaking his head before entering the room. Despite his teasing, he was willing to help out his older brother considering the other looked five seconds away from breaking down. "Alright...I'll help you pick out ya clothes. Just relax okay? You'll do fine you moron."

"I don't want to stuff up! What if I do something stupid and scare him off?"

"Jack...He's dealt with your bullshit this long and it just so happens he's taking you on a date so fucking chill." Mockingly, he pat his cheek. "I see you need my help. So where are you two even going?"

"The library..."

"Heh, a nerdy date huh?" Crutchie paused as he looked between pants. "Hang on...This is a date right? Not just studying or working on a project?"

"Umm.."

"Jackson Kelly-Larkin you fucking moron. You're stressing over going to the library to study and you're acting like it's a date?"

"H-Hey! Normally, it's a group thing and he invited me and me alone! He was blushing when he asked Charlie!"

"What if he was worried about coming off strange?" Crutchie smirked, knowing full well that Davey had asked his brother on a date. Hell, the other had been texting him, freaking out about the fact that Jack had agreed. "Look. Just act normal you moron. You'll do fine. So take deep breaths. Everything will be fine. I promise." 

"But-"

"No buts Jack! Everything will be perfectly okay so just chill out." He slapped him over the back of the head before going back to sorting through the massive pile of clothes, putting the paint-stained ones aside. "Right. Go grab your shoes."

"Which ones?"

"Just grab whatever ones you feel like wearing. As long as it's not covered in paint considering you get that everywhere."

Without protesting, Jack left to grab his shoes, knowing better than to argue with the blond. 

As he waited, Crutchie scrolled through his phone, chuckling at the latest message. 

Davey's freaking out. How's your moron doing?

Being a fucking moron and throwing clothes around. I sent him to grab his shoes so I can help better.

Davey legit pulled out a formal top earlier. They're just going to the damn library, not some fucking restaurant. 

What, like you and Kath?

Oh, fuck off Charlie.

Whatever you say, Sarah.

"Who ya texting?" 

"Hmm? Oh, just saw Race did something stupid over in Brooklyn."

"Again? How the fuck does Spot put up with him?"

"Who knows." With a grin, he tucked his phone away before he went back to matching pants to shirts, glad to see that Jack at least was calming down. He had honestly never seen him so nervous for a date and that just confirmed in his mind that Davey was special to Jack. That and he had been putting up with Jack annoying him for a while and somehow hadn't lost his mind. 

"What do I do Crutch? He's fucking amazing and I don't want to stuff this up...He's different from everyone else and I mean it this time. I'm actually scared...I don't wanna scare him away but freaking him out..."

"For once, shut up. You won't scare him off. After you two are done at the library, see if he wants to grab a coffee or some shit. Just act normal for god's sake."

"Don't use the lord's name in vain you gremlin!"

"Since when were you the good religious boy of the family? That's meant to be Race."

"Please. That asshole isn't anywhere near being a good Christan boy." Jack snorted, shaking his head as he remembered each time Race didn't follow the bible. He knew that didn't make him any less Christan though. He just enjoyed teasing him but always made sure not to push too far, seeing how it was one of his fondest memories involving his birth parents. "It's like he looked at the bible and said Fuck you. I'm gonna do everything you tell me not to. 'm surprised that cross o' his hasn't burst into flames."

The two looked up at the sound of giggling, shaking their heads at the sight of their younger twin brothers, staring in. 

"Jackie's got a date!"

"Jack's wants to kiss Davey!" 

"He's gonna get cooties!" 

"Yeah and he'll give them to you two if you don't leave!" Crutchie waved his hands towards them, watching as Mike and Ike just giggled and rushed off to do gods knows what. 

Jack sighed as they left, shaking his head with a soft smile. "They'se dorks." He couldn't help but wonder how long the two had been watching him worry about what to wear.

"Yeah, and they get that from you and Race. Out of the three of us, I'm the most mature one. Once again, the middle child is the best child." 

"Aw shut up." He tossed a pillow at Crutchie, grinning as the other boy laughed and leaned to the side to dodge it.

"You love me. Now put these on." He tossed a shirt and pants at Jack before leaving the room. Jack shook his head, getting changed while listening to the familiar light sound of his brother's crutches tapping the floor as he went to go check on their twin brothers in hopes they weren't making a mess. 

Quickly getting changed, he nodded to himself, inspecting every small inch. Once again, Crutchie had pulled through and found an outfit that worked for a date yet seemed causal enough that no one would suspect he had been panicking. Sure, there were some small dots of paint on his jeans but it was basically his brand at this point so it wasn't really a surprise. Taking a few minutes to debate with himself, he quickly scooped up his cap, smiling softly as he looked at it.  While some people looked through thrift shops and found caps like his, Jack's had actually been passed down through the years, each owner leaving a small mark. One of them was a carefully stitched name of Jack Kelly. He didn't really know much about that Jack considering they lived hundreds of years apart but he still felt a connection with him.

All he really knew was what had been printed in the papers. He chuckled softly, putting it on. Specs liked to speak of reincarnation, saying he had felt a natural connection to them all and the picture of the newsies on strike just solidified that thought considering all their names were listed in on the front page. Jack couldn't lie...He felt a connection to them all as well but he didn't want to say it out loud for the fear of sounding cheesy, though he suspected some of them knew. 

"Thinkin' bout the past are we?" 

Jack blinked, looking over at the reappearance of his brother. "Eh, not really. Just wondering if it goes with the outfit...Like a good luck charm you know?"

"Mmmm sure." Grinning, Crutchie shook his head. "I thought you'd want to wear it so I made sure it matches." 

"You know me too well Charlie..."

"I also know if you keep staring at yourself in the mirror and freaking yourself out, you'll be late so you better hurry up." 

Panicking, Jack checked his phone before swearing. "Fuck you're right. You're fine with watching the kids right?"

"Jack, it's going to be fine. Unlike you, the twins and Smalls actually listen to me most of the time. So, don't worry about us okay? Just go have fun. Everything will be fine."

Brushing off the teasing insult, Jack rushed off after giving his brother a quick hug, shouting a goodbye over his shoulder, only to bolt back inside to grab his car keys, quickly running back outside, ignoring Crutchie's laughter. 

Taking deep breaths, he drove himself to the library, doing his best to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. "It's no big deal...We're just studying and I'll see if he wants coffee or something later. It's just studying...That's it...Sweet Jesus give me strength." 

Time passed by too quickly and he soon found himself parked next to a familiar car. Adjusting his cap, he slipped out of his car, heading inside, praying to everything out there that he'd get a boyfriend by the end of the day. 

#newsies #jack kelly #crutchie newsies #crutchie #charlie morris #davey jacobs #javid #apollo's shitty writing #friend request #prettyinlimegreenboots

[imperfectapollo]

3. “You can’t ask me to do that.” For whoever you want to write

(I had zero ideas and this popped into my head for some reason lmao)

"You can't ask me to do that."

"DaSilva this is serious. You have no choice. This is what's best and you need to do it."

"No Higgins. I don't need to do this. There has to be another way!" The red-head stared at his best friend, vision narrowed on the blond's helpless face. "Please Race. There has to be another way. Please...I'm begging you!"

"Albert...I'm sorry but this is how it has to be. We don't have much time and you have to do this. Who knows what will happen if you don't?"

"Surely nothing that bad will happen! I swear. It'll be okay. I don't need to do this." He clasped his hands in front of him. "I swear. It'll be okay! Don't make me do this Toni! Please. It'll be okay! I swear!"

Race sighed, standing up before brushing himself off. "Albie...We only have a few hours to clean this place before our families comes over. Do you really want them to see what slobs we are?" He shook his head, grabbing his wallet. "Seriously. I'm going to grab everything we need for dinner. You need to start cleaning." 

He couldn't help but roll his eyes and laugh as his boyfriend fell to his knees. "Please! They won't mind! Take me with you!"

"Albie, I love you but I don't want to make a bad impression on your family." He smiled fondly, kissing the pouting teen's head. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Get to work okay?" 

"Fine. You owe me though."

"Alright. I'll make it up to you." He quickly left, knowing that by the time he got back, some work would have been done.

#newsies #racetrack higgins #race higgins #albert dasilva #ralbert #this is really short and shit lmao #apollo's shitty writing #prettyinlimegreenboots

[timetogoslumming]

Spot for the character question

How I feel about this character

i enjoy spot so much. i have given up on canon anything and love digging into my own personal characterization for him. in my mind, the character ive created for him just has a lot of depth.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

race, davey, albert, in that order. others i can be convinced on in the right settings like certain rps.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

i ship them, but i also LOVE platonic spot/davey. also, i loved writing spot with his lifeguards in mountain ridge, namely jojo, boots, dutchy, and hot shot.

My unpopular opinion about this character

my headcanon spot is a vegetarian? thats just a pretty specific thing.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

more interaction with other newsies! whether he was interacting with the brooklyn newsies or manhattan, i want to see it.

#newsies #spot conlon #prettyinlimegreenboots

[somedayonbroadway]

Could you write a little something for Jack being the dad to all the Newsies and him driving them around town, dropping off the littles to their practices and standing on the slide lines every Saturday yelling encouragements. Also, I could see him having a schedule so he makes sure that everyone is accounted for!!! 💚💚💚

“Okay, prove this statement to be true… if x equals seven…” Jack muttered to himself. He had never been too good with numbers. At least, not numbers like this. He squinted and pushed the glasses up onto his face. His dyslexia never helped with that.

However, there were numbers that Jack was good with.

Twelve, for instance. That was the number of Jack’s siblings. The number of times hed broken off a piece of himself for someone else and he wouldn’t change anything to have it back.

Twenty four. That was the number of homes he’d been in before one had stuck.

Forty five. The number of minutes before Small’s soccer practice ended. Then he had to get the five year old in the car seat so she could nap while he rushed to the middle school to pick up JoJo, Charlie and Finch. JoJo needed to get to the high school gym for volleyball and Charlie needed to get to the library for his study group. Finch would be hanging with him until his lacrosse later that night. Stopped at the high school, Race, Albert and Henry would hop in with their skateboards, Jack would drop Race and Albert at the park where they would skate to meet up with Race’s boyfriend that they didn’t think Jack knew about and Jack would drop Henry at cooking class across town. Then it would be time to pick up JoJo and Charlie and the oldest boy would grab Mike and Ike from their swimming lesson that happened at their elementary school. By the time he dropped those kiddos off at home it was time to grab Race and Albert from the skatepark and Henry from his class and then drop off Finch for his practice while he finished the rest of his homework and Race, Albert and Henry would play with Finch before his coach got there.

Jack had an alarm set for ten minutes before each activity. This was his schedule for every Tuesday and Thursday. On Mondays and Wednesdays, the high school kids had completely different schedules and Jack always felt like he was playing ketchup. On Fridays, Jack would sleep the second everyone would home all through the weekend so he could start the whole process over again.

It was a lot. A lot of driving a lot of snacks he kept at all times in his car, water bottles, Tylenol, bandaids and extra clothes just in case. He had sports equipment neatly organized in the back of his minivan so it was easily accessible. Mr. Kloppman said he could help out. The old man was always working. He had to support thirteen underage kids. Jack had this. Jack always had this as long as he was taking care of his siblings.

In the blink of an eye, an alarm on Jack’s phone went off and Smalls was rushing up to him. “Bubba! I tackled Jodie!”

Jack resisted the urge to chuckle at that. He lifted the small girl up in his arms and gathered up his things, immediately walking to the car, waving at the couch on his way out. “Did you win?”

“Silly goose!” the girl giggled. “It was only practice!”

Jack chuckled, buckling Smalls into her carseat in the minivan. She was bouncing for all of two minutes before she completely passed out from exhaustion.

Then it was off to the middle school. Just like any other Tuesday.

#newsies #newsies live #newsies musical #prettyinlimegreenboots #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #Smalls #crutchie morris #finch #jojo de la guerra #albert dasilva #henry newsies #specs #kloppman #sports #big brother #unofficial dad #dyslexa #ask #fanfiction #modern era #modern au #modern newsies #siblings #foster care #foster home #much love #newsies fandom #newsies fanfiction #fluffy

[mar-bluu]

Hey! I hope that you're having a wonderful day😊 List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged/liked something from you

Thank you!!

1. Listening to music on long car rides

2. Swings!! :D

3. Finally memorising my lines lmao

4. Catching up with my friends i can't see in person over discord

5. Doing a little bot of cooking :3

#asks! #tysm!! :3 #prettyinlimegreenboots

[beautifulletdownfics]

Also Return to a Small Town would be epic!!!

As someone who’s spent most of this year at their parents in a small town, this hurts

What trope should I pick for the 1dff Quarantine Challege?

#prettyinlimegreenboots

[starship-squidlet]

21, 28, 31, 69, and 98 for the questions

Thanks so much for the ask!!!

21. obsession from childhood?

Oh gosh, there are so many, and so many have translated over to adulthood too xD I’m going to say the Septimus Heap book series by Angie Sage. I absolutely adore them; they were my favorite books as a kid, and still are up there at the top of my list. I keep saying I’m going to reread the whole series, since I finally got all of the books and the final book in the sequel trilogy for Christmas, but I haven’t quite gotten to it yet 😅

28. five songs to describe you?

why does five seem like too many and too few at the same time aounve;oanifew

Dreamer by Elizaveta

Space is Cool by Markiplier/Schmoyoho

Way Less Sad by AJR (and Netflix Trip and Don’t Throw Out My Legos too)

I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (with Flowers in My Hair) by Sandi Thom

Notice Me by Scotty Sire (and Mister Glassman, Awkward, Lonely, Don’t Be Sad, and Get Better too if I’m honest)

sorry I know I cheated a little by adding extra ones by AJR and Scotty Sire but I couldn’t pick

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

Probably a pencil skirt (they make me feel powerful lol) with a sweater, tights/leggings, and wedge heels. (Side note: this is how I dressed most days in college, but I usually wore more a-line skirts. I saved the pencil skirts for big days when I needed the confidence boost 😂)

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Bananas are actually berries!

98. favorite historical era?

I have an affinity for ancient Greece/Rome/Egypt/Britain, but probably the age of chivalry. I’m a sucker for King Arthur and his knights!!! (Can I just say Camelot? Does that count?)

(Questions from this list)

#if you listen to those scotty sire songs you WILL wonder if i’m okay and the answer is no #but i’m currently obsessed with don’t be sad and way less sad so they had to go on the list #cos also they’re super appropriate anyways #there are probably more ajr songs i could list too but it’s mostly those three #asked and answered #chit chat #prettyinlimegreenboots

[thefangirlingbarista]

Hello! I saw you pop up in my alerts earlier today and it made me smile. I hope you’re doing well!!!

i know! i saw you being active and smiled too. I’ve missed our dramatic fangirl interactions! 

#asks #prettyinlimegreenboots

[marisa-writes]

I love the update. Love Rolly and Robles relationship - they banter like brother and sister but still give the real talk to one another! There's some solid relationship advice from both of them. Brilliant chapter girl! I absolutely love the way you write all your characters and I cannot wait for more! :-)

I’m so glad you enjoyed, friend! I love their relationship as well - Robles is very much a sounding board Rolly, which is nice when she has to go long stretches without seeing her brother Darren. 

Chapter five was such a doozy and I felt like there needed to be some decompression time after that with chapter six. And as someone who’s had those Big Dumb Feelings regarding a work crush, I wanted Rolly to take some time to talk through it. To acknowledge that a) despite what she planned, it feels bigger than she wanted and b) it’s okay to have those feelings and to be disappointed when it seems like things aren’t panning out. Robles is a safe space for her in that regard, and she’s one for him, too. And since he has his whole thing with Claire going on, I wanted him to be able to talk it out with her, too.

Thanks so much for reading, Deidre, and for sending me this message! I appreciate you always, my dear! 💜💜💜

#asks #prettyinlimegreenboots #Elementary asks #fic: Elementary

[wide-eyed--wonderer]

“The ouija board says you’re a little shit.”

Oh, I’ve missed writing these chaotic bros. I love them (CW light swearing)

“AL!! YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT JACK FOUND!” Race shouted, letting himself in Alberts house. 

“Hi, Anthony.” Race stopped and winced.

“Sorry Ms DaSilva. Didn’t realise you were home.”  

“It’s ok Hunny, Albert’s upstairs.” Ms DaSilva winked and pointed up the stairs. 

God Race loved her for enabling his craziness.

“Thanks, ms DaSilva” 

Race ran up the stairs and collided with his best friend in the hallway on the way to his bedroom. 

“Race what the hell do ya want?” Albert groaned from the floor. 

“Look.” Race was up and thrusting his treasure out of his bag and into Albert's face. 

“Don’t really know what I’m supposed to be seeing her Race?” Albert raised an eyebrow. 

“It’s one of those old school Ouija boards.” 

“Ya know those are fake right? They’re made by Hasbro to get money outta idiots like you.” 

“Nuh-uh. The plastic ones, sure maybe.” Race conceded, “But this is an old school wooden one. Didn’t even buy it. Jack found it in the attic.” Race nodded as if that proved his point. 

“Race you bought that house, like a year ago.” Albert rolled his eyes, “The people who used to be in it before probably brought it then.” 

“Albert you sceptic. It was covered in cobwebs and dust and shit.” Race gestures vaguely to the board and put it back in his bag. 

“Literal shit?” Albert teased. 

“Obviously not literal shit ya idiot. But listen. It’s real.”

“Even if you're right and this-” Albert pointed at Races bag - “is real, why the hell did you come over yelling about it?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re gonna talk to a ghost!” And Race took off toward the stairs/ 

“You know that this isn’t gonna work right,” Albert called but made to follow him anyway. The point of friendship is to do stupid pointless shit together after all.

“It is and I’m gonna prove you wrong. To your basement!”

“My basement.” Albert deadpanned, “Why?” 

“It is a well-known fact that ghosts hang out in basements and attics and you don’t have an attic.” Race nodded sagely. 

“Fair enough.” Albert nodded, “But why my house?. Actually, why am I involved at all?” 

“I don't have a basement and Jack is still cleaning the attic. Plus, who else is gonna go along with my bullshit.”

Albert rolled his eyes but continued to follow Race anyways. The boys headed downstairs. Race pointed to a spot on the floor and Albert sat, watching as Race placed the board in the middle and surrounded it with candles that he pulled out of his bag.

“This isn’t going to work” Albert noted as Race finished lighting the candles and sat on the opposite side of the board to Albert. 

“Shut up and put your hands on the thingy” Race waited until Albert followed his directions before closing his eyes. 

“Oh ghosts of my best friends basement.” Race sang. “Tell us your names” 

“You're an idiot.” Albert laughed. 

“Shut up. Are the ghosts saying anything?” Albert raised an eyebrow. 

“The Ouija Board says your a little shit.”

 Race scowled. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“Gee what gave it away.” Race opened his eyes and glared at Albert. 

“I will take my ouija board and candles to someone who will appreciate it.” 

“Who the hell else is gonna go along with this.” Albert sat back on his hands and stretched his legs over the board game onto Races lap. 

“Spot will.” Race hit Alberts ankle but didn’t shove him off. 

“Spot will literally kick you out” Albert raised his eyebrow. 

“Jojo will” Race insisted. 

“Jojo will scream and throw you out the second you mention ghosts” 

“I hate that you’re right” Race pouted. Albert stuck his tongue out at Race as the basement door opened, and Alberts mom walked in. 

“Boys you want food.” She smiled, looking around questioningly. Which the boys understood because they were surrounded by candles with a ghost summoning board between them. 

“You done summoning ghosts in my basement?” Albert looked back at Race. 

“For your mom's cooking. Always.” And Race shoved Alberts legs off him and made his way up the stairs.

“RACE GET BACK HERE AND CLEAN UP YOUR SHIT.”

There we go!! Hope you enjoyed it!! Let me know what you think!

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #newsies drabble #fluff #racetrack higgins #race newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #platonic ralbert #prompts #prettyinlimegreenboots #my writing