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[willowistic22]

Cardigan - Belmerttons

Ship: Belmerttons

Genre: Angst if this is how you angst lol

Song: Cardigan - Taylor Swift 

A/N: So I’ve been meaning to get into doing songfics for awhile now and I finally found time to do it yeyyyy. in celebration of Taylor’s newest album I wrote my first songfic to one of  my favorite songs on the album!! It’s always me projecting my inner swiftie lol. give the song a listen it’s sooooo good. Idk how frequent i’ll be writing these songfics but just know i want to dabble in a little bit of songfics so I hope y’all like it! (it’s my first one so critiques are much appreciated!)

Vintage tee, brand new phone

High heels on cobblestones

That night, Buttons was finally brave enough to wear his high heels out in public. The club he went to was full of life. Flashing lights in every corner of the room, music blasting like it’s the end of the world, various looking people dancing to the beat.

Buttons found refuge by the bar to order a drink for himself to sink in his loneliness. Despite the club being packed with people, he doesn’t know anyone.

But that’s where Buttons found him. Leaning his back on the bar top. In a yellow vintage t-shirt that says ‘Santa Cruz, California’ in blue. He dragged his eyes to meet the face. The right amount of freckles sprinkled across his cheeks as it spreads out when he smiles. White teeth gleaming under the light the disco ball provided. Jet black hair going absolutely wild like the scene around them.

God was that stranger attractive. And he might’ve caught Buttons starring.

Dancin’ in your Levi’s

Drunk under a streetlight

He presented himself to Buttons as ‘Elmer’. He was charming and smooth for the most part. Pulled the right strings in Buttons to give him butterflies. But Buttons can tell he might be a little tipsy from the way that he’s slightly swaying for no reason.

One thing led to another and Buttons founds himself walking out of the bar with Elmer. Manhattan’s nightlife is something he’s used to, since he has lived here all his life. But he has someone to share it with now. All of a sudden, the moon seems to shine a little brighter and the stars twinkling undecipherable signals to Buttons.

Buttons laughed at the stupid antics the alcohol made Elmer do. They’ve just met, but Buttons can tell he isn’t the best dancer ever. Elmer swung his body while holding onto the streetlight while trying to sing the lyrics to the very loud song the club provided, with a little stain on his jeans from the liquid he accidentally spilled. It made Buttons erupt into laughter.

They’ve only had one simple conversation but Buttons can tell getting to know this boy is going to be one wild adventure he can’t wait to embark.

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better

And it was. For two full months, they’ve spent their days together. Elmer made Buttons’ day to day life so much better. Every little thing they did was like a new adventure. Whether it’d be going out for pizza to as little as sneakily putting a hand under his sweatshirt in broad daylight. Maybe it’s too soon to tell but Buttons could almost say it’s love.

Luckily, he hadn’t said it. When Buttons really thought this was all too good to be true, it was.

They’re in each other’s arms, in the middle of Buttons’ apartment. Swaying slowly to soft music they put on to fill in the void. Buttons rests his head slightly into the curve of Elmer’s neck, and Elmer’s sitting on Buttons’ fluffy brown hair.

Previous nights they did this, it was full of life. Now that reality has finally came around the block, they sway in each other’s warmth to the inevitable heartbreak they’d have to go through in the morning.

Chase two girls, lose the one

Elmer isn’t an official New York resident. He lives in Poland with the rest of his family. The kid who’s known to do the right thing only because that’s what his older siblings has been doing their whole life. And the right thing for him is to go with his family’s advice to propose to his long-time lady friend since his 25th birthday is coming up and he hasn’t found a special someone yet.

But he doesn’t love that girl. Not in that way at least. When Buttons found out about the truth, he was in pieces. Sobbing in his bedroom all alone that Elmer had kept that really important information from him.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Buttons’ should’ve put his guard up when his heart said it was all too good to be true. Elmer is a gentleman, that part was true. He was out of Buttons’ league. Did everything Buttons could ever ask for when he’s searching for someone to share his love with. But Elmer was never his to keep or lose.

Elmer wanted nothing more than to go back in time and make everything right. From preventing Buttons to sob his heart out from thinking how dumb and naïve he was. And Elmer couldn’t do anything more than just be on the other side of the door, listening to each teardrop Buttons’ received from the devil they’ve created within their made up heaven.

But I knew you

“Why didn’t you told me?” Buttons had asked once he finally picked himself up. He opened the door to see water streaks on Elmer’s cheeks, much like his own.

“I wanted to… I-I swear on my life…” Elmer chocked out, sniffling his stuffy nose. It was hard for him to form a proper sentence with the sobs threatening to escape his lips, “I just… couldn’t find the strength to… accept that I could lose you…”

He really thought he knew who Elmer was. But it turns out he was still the same stranger Buttons met at the club.

What had made the situation even worse, Buttons didn’t have the strength to slam the door at his face. He was to weak to hate him. He couldn’t if he tried. He continued to sob his puffy red eyes out as he embrace Elmer in a hug. Elmer couldn’t stop his own tears from sinking into the sadness.

He let Button’s tears leave a mark on the hoodie he had worn that day. Hoping the marks would stay there forever to remind him the best thing in his whole life he had lost.

Playing hide-and-seek and

Giving me your weekends

And it was unfair for both parties. Elmer found that ‘something’ he’s been searching for his whole life. Giving his all to Buttons.

Elmer gave Buttons a new meaning to simple weekends. Glued to the bed till 11 AM, entangling in each other’s limbs under the covers, skipping breakfast to turn it into heavy lunch dates. Sometimes one ends up dragging the other outside to get some sun. Other times, they stay in with their pyjamas on.

He also reminded Buttons what it’s like to interpret the famous ‘young, wild, and free’ quote. Elmer had ran around Central Park like a child one night. Buttons ended up following his little game of hide and seek after seeing nothing would make him stop. Forgetting their whole point of walking Buttons back to his place after their sixth dinner date.

And it was on that cold and dark night that he finally found out what it meant to stargaze. Buttons had finally caught up to Elmer, fully crashing on his chest when he turned around unexpectedly. Elmer caught him in his arms before gravity did. He held him up with breathless smiles decorating their faces. They were locked in an intense gaze and felt their breath do the same.

Elmer raised a hand to rest it on Buttons’ cheek. If the soft touch didn’t give Buttons goosebumps, the words Elmer whispered after will.

“Ca-can I kiss you?”

Your heartbeat on the High Line

Once in twenty lifetimes

Buttons never even thought their Manhattan adventures could get any better. But it seems that Elmer knows how to make all the black and white colors in life full of color.

Something as small as focusing on Elmer’s heartbeat as he lays his head on his chest while sitting on Buttons’ couch could make him feel this way. Safer than being under the covers at night when 7 year old Buttons had a fear of monsters in the closet. Warmer than the hot chocolates he orders when he goes to Starbucks. Feeling confident that everything in his life has lead up to meeting Elmer.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone’s bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

For the first time in his life, he found out what being loved really felt like.

It felt like Elmer’s hugs was warmer than winter jackets. It felt like Elmer’s finger that had traced any inch of skin on Buttons was softer than a newborns blanket. It felt like all the bright colors on Time Square’s billboards were nothing compared to what Buttons sees when he kisses Elmer with his eyes shut.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

And their love, or whatever it is they have, was each interpreted differently. But it still comes down to how sweet it was.

It was sweet to Buttons for Elmer to be laughing in the middle of their kiss as they head home with a cab after wearing their legs off from roaming around Manhattan. They made sure to give a huge tip to the driver for needing to put up with their honeymoon stage.

“Is he going to be okay after going through that car ride with us?” Buttons asked, still smiling as they make their way into Buttons’ apartment building after exiting the cab.

“I gave him a $20 dollar tip for needing to endure all of that. He’ll be fine!” Elmer replied, to which Buttons countered it with a giggle.

And Elmer thought it was sweet to him when he successfully got Buttons to go to a bar and endure his tipsy antics after his second drink. It’s not that he gets totally hammered, but Elmer does starts to get a little lost after two drinks of scotch.

Buttons had to hold Elmer’s arm the whole way back or else he might trip and fall. It was a sight to behold when Elmer did manage to trip and fall on his own footsteps.

You drew stars around my scars

But now I’m bleeding

“You could still stay”

“You know that’s not possible”

“Then make it possible”

“Buttons—”

“You don’t even wanna go back there”

“I can’t—”

“You lied to me for nearly two months!” Buttons lifted his head from the warmth of Elmer’s shoulder, making the two stop from swaying to the background song, “I’m sure you can make up another lie to tell your family”

It broke Elmer’s heart to hear something like that come out of Buttons. Voice cracking a little from the sob he held back, but the anger still visible. And slowly, he starts to bleed out invisible liquid out of his eyes. It isn’t the conventional blood you’d get from a nasty cut. Because it was worse.

Buttons sobs quietly as he stares up into Elmer’s eyes that’s starting to bleed as well.

Elmer grabs Buttons cheeks with both hands. He wipes away the tear streaks with his thumbs and sniffles out, “I’m sorry. But I can’t”

Steppin’ on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain

The next day arrive a little too quick. The day Elmer leaves for Poland. It’s a long-shot for him to return because his Manhattan trip alone costed more than an arm and leg.

Buttons isn’t sure how Elmer managed to convinced Buttons to take him to the airport. And now that they’re standing in front of the entrance, Buttons regrets it a little. Because no one should be saying a proper goodbye to the person that broke their heart. No one should be crying over that person exiting their life. Buttons knows better, yet, he can’t help it.

“I gotta go—”

“I know” Buttons cuts him off. No trace of warmth or longing in it. Just plain cold words.

Elmer just stands in front of him, not moving one inch of his muscle other than the ones on his face. His expression changes after getting the message of how hurt Buttons really is. But who is there to blame other than himself.

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy

“Buttons…” Elmer called out with his breath. The crowded airport fades away around them as Elmer drops his hands holding his passport and plane ticket. He looks at the shorter boy, desperately trying to look for the same look he saw in his eyes when they were still having those adventures around the city together. The hope, the adoration, the excitement. Anything that dismisses his coldness Elmer is receiving. 

“I know you’d stay if you can. But you can’t” Buttons replied so Elmer wouldn’t waste his breath on something Buttons already knows.

They stayed quiet for a moment. Buttons looks down to his worn down sneakers to ignore the visible pain behind Elmer’s black misty eyes.

“If I were to ever come back…” Elmer started out with a crack in his voice, “…would you want to see me?”

Buttons furiously wiped an eye with the over-sized jumper he’s wearing and looks up to meet Elmer’s eyes, “I-isn’t there a flight you’re suppose to catch?”

That answers Elmer’s question pretty quick. His heart shattered even more. With a hopeless breath, Elmer turns around with his luggage but stops halfway to face Buttons once more before finally disappearing to the crowd, “Take care, Buttons…”

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

Buttons should have never opened his heart so easily to the stranger he met in the club. He wouldn’t be in the back of the cab from the airport just to say goodbye to Elmer. The heartbreak he’s enduring is all his own fault. He holds back tears threatening to trickle down his cheeks again.

How could I’ve been so stupid? He thought to himself, looking out the window. The view of the city goes back to being the dull city he’s always lived in. Nothing is exciting about Manhattan anymore. Benjamin Davenport, you deserve this for being such a fucking naive idiot.

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

Once Buttons shuts his apartment door, he sinks down the floor with the door against his back. He tucks his knees closer to his chest, grabbing it for dear life as he sobs harder than before. The air turns into all sorts of misty with every drop of water rolls down his cheeks.

That same misty air didn’t change for the coming of long and dreadful days ahead of him. Where he now has to spend them without having a partner to conquer the city. The skin Elmer has placed a kiss is somehow screaming for more attention. And his brain constantly rewinds the ‘what-if’ Elmer had asked before he left for his flight.

If I were to ever come back would you want to see me?

Oh, God, what if he really will come back? What would Buttons do?

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

Days turns to weeks. Weeks turns to a full month. Every possession Buttons owns that Elmer has touched haunts him till this day. It’s unfortunate to Buttons because he let Elmer touch every aspect in his life.

But there’s this part in Buttons that tells him to hold on. Hold on to that huge hoodie Elmer had let him use at night when it got too cold. In this one particular night, Buttons let’s the weeping sky decide whether he’s going to listen or not.

He let’s his weakness gets the best of him and grabs the gray hoodie from his closet, slipping it on in one swift move. Buttons hasn’t washed it since the day Elmer left it there. Buttons takes in the smell as he drops his weight back on his couch again. Sweet and fruity. He even picked up a little scent of Scotch from the soft interior. There were more he sort of picked up, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. But that’s the smell of Elmer.

‘Cause I knew everything when I was young

I knew I’d curse you for the longest time

Chasin’ shadows in the grocery line

The feeling of longing is still there. And that ‘what-if’ was still looming in the back of his mind.

Buttons hates him. He hates Elmer for bringing in hope when he knows it’s going to be ripped away from his hands sooner or later. He hates Elmer for showing him a world only the two of them can see. Buttons hates the cruel act of receiving so many things from him like they’d be something special, only for Elmer to retract it all.

But secretly, he wishes Elmer really would come back. Part of him wants to call him up and check on him. But another part of him wishes for Buttons to get over that guy. It took so much time to get to where Buttons is at right now. Sure, there’s still that sorrow feeling in his stomach but he let’s the sky sob for him ever since he stopped his eyes from doing so.

Elmer had made up his mind to leave. So Buttons should just drop it. There’s no point in trying to chase someone who isn’t waiting to be caught. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to. The coldness of his living room makes him miss Elmer’s warm hugs. But he stays strong because he knows that ‘what-if’ is only a dream.

Or so he thought…

I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired

And you’d be standin’ in my front porch light

And I knew you’d come back to me

A faint knocking on the door brought Buttons back to his apartment from his mind concentrating on the sound of the rain. He cocks his head towards the sound, a little surprise upon hearing it since he isn’t expecting anyone to come.

He reluctantly gets up from the comfort of his couch, dragging his feet across the cold hardwood floor. He opens the door to reveal a figure all too familiar.

Buttons’ eyes widen up to the same eyes he fell in love with. He froze in place to see the presence of the tall boy with the same wild hair he wore on the first night they met.

“I…” Elmer started out, shifting his hands out of the pocket of his jacket to reach out. But he retracts his hand mid action, figuring out it might be inappropriate to do it now.

The air between them shifted. A mixture of everything they’re feeling all at once as they hover between Buttons’ apartment and the gloomy hallway. They speak through their frozen posture, saying everything and nothing all at once without a verbal word being exchanged until Elmer broke the silence first.

“I hope you can forgive me”

[mar-bluu]

Hey Jae Jae! If you wanna draw can you draw Buttons and Elmer? Only if you wanna. Thanks! 💜

Them <33

[violetwolfraven]

Peace Is Overrated

@jaelynn-is-slightly-confused I wrote this for you as a Christmas present! Happy Holidays! Hope you like it!

No triggers we die of fluff like adults. 💜

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Elmer didn’t know what he’d been expecting with the December union meeting. After all, they weren’t usually that professional, and it wasn’t like anybody was particularly focused this time of year, with the ones who had families going home for the holidays and the ones who didn’t tried to make light of the season anyway.

So, it wasn’t really a surprise when the meeting got out early, with the representatives from the other boroughs hurrying to make it home, preferably before it started snowing again. Medda had a show that night, anyway, so they all had a real reason to get out of there fast.

It was a surprise when a snowball hit Spot Conlon in the back of the head.

Elmer could swear that everyone froze for a good five seconds.

Then Spot turned around. And if Elmer didn’t know any better, he’d swear the king of Brooklyn was fighting a smile.

“Whoever threw that,” he declared, “Your mom’s a whore.”

“Aw.”

That was when everyone realized it was Race, and he was holding another snowball, looking completely unafraid.

“That’s cold, Spot.”

Spot dodged that snowball, and it hit the leader of Midtown, Hound, and from there, all hell broke loose. All thoughts of how all the boroughs were actually at peace for once went completely out the window.

Borough allegiance stayed intact for all of about ten seconds, until a snowball from Romeo (clearly intentionally) slammed into Jack’s shoulder, and then it was complete and total chaos. Albert was teaming up with Race to target a few Brooklyn kids only for Race to turn on him and hit him in the face. Specs was getting pelted by a couple of 11-year-olds from Queens as he struggled to build a barricade to throw from behind. Davey was having a lot better aim than anyone had thought he would, hitting everyone he threw snowballs at.

In short, people were taking shelter behind hastily-built barricades and alleyway corners a little, but for the most part, everyone was just trying to kill each other with snowballs with no regard for how much they were getting pelted themselves.

Elmer, at least, was enjoying landing a hit in Jojo’s face too much to notice that snowball thrown by Race until Buttons saved him from it by pulling him into an alley.

“Thanks!”

“No problem!”

This particular alleyway was narrow enough where they were standing—Elmer’s back to the fire escape ladder and Buttons’s to the brick—that they were chest to chest, and Elmer could feel the heat of the other boy’s heavy breathing.

There was no way to hide how he was blushing at the physical contact. Buttons still hadn’t let go after grabbing his hands to pull him around the corner.

Of course, Buttons had no way of knowing how Elmer had been sweet on him since the strike, several months ago. Probably longer than that, but he hadn’t realized it until then.

The flush of red across the other boy’s cheeks might be the cold, but the way he was hanging on, like he wanted to pull Elmer closer but was too scared...

With a shout and the sound of running feet, it seemed like the snowball fight was getting farther away. They probably had Race or Albert to thank for that.

This was kind of terrifying, but in a good way.

“Stop me if I’m readin’ this wrong,” Elmer said quietly.

Buttons didn’t stop him, his eyes looking down to Elmer’s lips a split second before he let him close the space between them in a gentle kiss.

For a second, it was good and soft and caused all kinds of butterfly feelings.

Then Elmer jerked back abruptly, realizing that the sudden cold was from Buttons having grabbed a handful of snow from a ladder step behind him and slamming it into his face.

“Sorry, I panicked.”

He didn’t sound sorry. Or look it, with that mischievous smirk.

Elmer reached back to grab his own handful of snow, but Buttons was already running away, laughing as he went to catch up with the rest of the snowball-fighting newsies.

This probably meant they weren’t going to have an alliance, but then again neither was anyone else.

Whatever. Peace was overrated.

[offspring-of-calliope]

So, I don't even know if people are interested in my writing but I need to get my motivation back and therefore: If anyone wants me to write a Drabble/Oneshot for the pairings in the tags (or for Les Mis or Newsies in general), feel free to tell me and I'll try to write it :)

[smallsies]

extraordinary magic

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Elmer and Buttons, once good friends, haven't seen each other for the better part of the decade, until an assignment from the king brings Elmer back to Manhattan.

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gift for @jaelynn-is-slightly-confused as part of the @newsies-secretsanta! happy holidays, jae!

[albertdoesnteatglass]

[alice-blue-skies]

ello lads

 so I wrote a thing for this post by @suddenly-im-respecsable and I added a few of my own ( I really hope you don’t mind Saphie, if you do i’m so sorry) so I thought I would give you my added ones (Again I’m so sorry if this isn’t ok if you want I can get rid of them and change the one shot, just let me know) and the story.

I would like to say that the oneshot. has nothing to do with Saphie’s spies series (Though I do highly recommend reading that series because its amazing. She has a master list on her account) Anyway...

Elmer has a peppa pig on his left thigh. Spot did it while they were practicing tattooing, and they though it would be funny. It’s secretly one of Elmer’s favorites because it so stupid

He has the phrase “wszystko będzie dobrze” on his left ankle. It means “Everything will be ok.” In Polish.

He has the world "Andy" tattooed on the bottom of his foot like toy story because its his little sisters favorite movie and it makes him think of her and it never fails to put a smile on his face

He has a little button on his left ring finger because he loves his boyfriend (Its a belmer fic because I have no self control)

And heres the fic. Which you can get on Wattpad here

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Ship: Elmer x Buttons (Belmerttons)

Type: Romantic

Warnings: pure fluff, Buttons and Elmer being couple goals, my midnight ramblings, a cheesy proposal

Word count: 767

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"Elm?" Buttons hummed as he looked up at his boyfriend of three years. He, as usual, was laid in between Elmer's legs with his back against Elmer's stomach while his head rested against Elmer's chest. "Can you tell me about your tattoos?" He asked, sheepishly.

Admittedly, Buttons could tell you the story behind every one of Elmer's tattoos. But he like to listen to Elmer talk, particularly about the colorful designs that were scattered about his skin.

"Sure." Elmer chuckled, placing a soft kiss to the top of Buttons head. "Where do you want to start?" Buttons tapped his right hand. "Thats the tattoo that Spot and I got together, one foot in front of the other. It means a lot to the both of us. Then I have the garden, which I think I'm going to add some more daisies to." Buttons flushed red at the mention of his favorite flower, that already dominated Elmer's right arm.

"What flowers belong to who?" Buttons asked, knowing the answer.

"The yucca flowers are for Jack, the irises are for Specs." He paused, waiting for Buttons to giggle, which he did. "Asters for Racer, poppies for Albo, roses for Rome, blanket flowers for Finch, venus fly traps for Spot, and the daisies for my lovely boyfriend." Elmer explained.

"Your boyfriend has good taste in flowers." Buttons giggled.

"I know, right?" Elmer joked. "He's the best."

"You never actually told me why the blanket flowers and asters were chosen." Buttons prompted.

"Racer had a cat named Aster when he was a kid and Finch is always cold. I don't know. I thought it was clever." Elmer sighed. "I got bored and did the stars that I would show you again but our apartment is cold and I really don't want to take off my shirt. I mean you can kind of see some of them." Elmer looked down at his color bone to see how many of the simplistic five point stars he had covering most of his right shoulder and upper chest.

"I'll see them later anyways. You refuse to sleep with a shirt on for some reason." Buttons mumbled.

"I didn't get these abs to not show them off, even if I'm only showing them off to my boyfriend." Elmer defended.

"Yeah, yeah, you have lots of muscles that are very impressive. Let's move on." Buttons said.

"Fine, staying on the right side, I have peppa pig. I really can't explain why I got that. Spot and I were practicing and I thought it would be funny I guess." Elmer shrugged. Buttons tapped Elmer's left arm.

"I have the zoo. I just like animals so I got a bunch of them." Elmer said, simply. "The kids that I end up dealing with like them too. Speaking of work, I have 'in and out' on the back of my hand. Like breathing? I don't know, it's stupid, but it helps keep me grounded."

Buttons frowned slightly. He didn't like thinking about Elmer's work. He loved Elmer, and he knew that Elmer loved being an EMT. Elmer was an angel, and he's got the wings to prove it. Which is exactly why Buttons hated talking about Elmer's job. It made him think of all the times Elmer was broken for weeks because they lost someone that was too far gone for even an angel to fix.

"You have wings." Buttons reminded, yawning.

"That I do. Spot thought it was stupid and over done, but I didn't really care." Elmer laughed lightly. "I've got wszystko będzie dobrze (Everything will be ok) on my ankle." Elmer said. Buttons smiled at the sound of Polish tumbling from Elmer's lips. Buttons loved that Elmer was bilingual. He thought it was cute. "And I have Andy on the bottom of my foot, for my little sister."

Buttons nodded and shut his eyes, drinking in the sound of the street far below their apartment, the steady beating of Elmer's heart, and the words.

"And my favorite tattoo is my button on my ring finger. It makes me sad that I'll have to cover it with a wedding band some day, but I guess it won't be to bad to replace one reminder of you with another." Elmer said sweetly. Buttons eyes shot open.

"Did you just propose to me?" He asked, almost laughing.

"Yeah." Elmer said. "So what do you say? Wanna get married?"

"Yes, you weirdo." Buttons replied smiling before kissing Elmer lightly. Elmer grabbed a box out of a drawer in the coffee table. He carefully slipped his great grandmothers ring onto Buttons hand.

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Newsies Youtuber AU

This is a fun little thing that I may do some small fics on! Feedback is appreciated so tell me if you like this!

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Some have their own account (Jack & Race) but the rest share an account and have who’s video it is in the title (and have playlists for each person)

The shared channel is called Newsies because of reasons I don’t know

Jack would obviously be an art channel, with speedpaints and challenges etc

Davey and Katherine share a booktube account and also do vids on the shared account

Race is obviously a prankster, ala Joe Sugg, and frequently sits in the background of videos on his phone

Crutchie does sketches with the other Newsies, think KickthePJ or Tomska, and occasional DIY tutorials

Albert also does pranks, he’s in a prank war with Race, he also does videos that are meant to be serious about being cool but just end up being hilarious

Elmer does educational videos, he has does language and maths mainly on the shared channel but does some stuff like Game Theory on his own channel

Button does fashion videos, he makes his own clothes and tries weird fashion, think Safiya Nygaard, and Elmer and their cat bagel are in his videos a lot, Sarah often features to help him

(He’s trying to make over every Newsie with Barney Peanuts and JoJo, he’s stuck on Spot)

JoJo and Barney Peanuts have a beauty channel where JoJo does hair stuff and Barney Peanuts does makeup (from his circus days, inspired by @crystallizedtwilight ‘s headcanons)

Specs does sciencey videos, he sometimes collabs with Elmer to help with the sciencey side of his theories

Mush does cooking/baking videos and Blink sits on the counter eating all his ingredients

Spot, Romeo and a few of the other smaller Newsies appear in the background of the others videos

They also do monthly live streams for a good cause, they often do things for LGBT charities, Disabilities Charities and Charities that help families under the poverty line

Also they have a continuous storyline in some of their videos that there are alternate versions of all of them

Think like Antisepticeye or Darkiplier

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Hope you enjoyed this, I did! Byeeeee!

[hotcocoandmarshmallows]

Hi. Hello. Yes. I’m begging you for some “Elmer breaks a bone” headcanons. Fluffy, angsts, modern, canon, your choice. Please and thank you.

Y E S ! !

Elmer has always had fragile bones. He broke them a lot as a child. He was almost constantly in splints and casts.

He eventually grew up and his bones were stronger. But they still break easier then most.

So after the first day of the strike, his ribs were all at least cracked. He was in pain for days after.

Buttons piled blankets and pillows up around him. "Don't you dare move." He added another pillow by Elmer's ribs. "I'll cover for you. You're gonna get yourself more hurt if you move so don't you dare try."

Elmer obeyed his newfound doctor. "I'm not moving, I promise."

Buttons bandaged up his head. "Okay, you're good. But no moving I swear to God-"

Elmer reached for his hand. "Hey, I'm gonna be okay. My bones are brittle but they heal fast." He smiled at him.

Buttons sighed. "You know the third worst part of this is that I can't cuddle you."

Elmer kissed his hand. "It's gonna be okay. You'll be able to cuddle me soon."

Buttons nodded, but he still seemed worried. And Elmer had done as much as he could to comfort him.

He hated that his bones broke so easy.

[willowistic22]

also 76 with belmerttons? (theres no pressure tho 💖💖)

I did this right after i finished school lol. Took me two days but i got it done at the end yey!! A little long than the other drabble requests i think but das ok bcs i’m kinda proud ngl. Also be warned mentions of blood and stitches (bcs the prompt said ‘i think you need stitches’ but it’s not too serious dw) but that should be it. Anyways, maybe this is to make up for wrenching your heart out with that angsty belmerttons cardigan songfic i wrote awhile ago hehe :D

Closing requests for now bcs i got a few i need to focus first before i’m good to reblog a different prompt list

“Elmer, I really don’t think this is such a good idea” Buttons called out from the bottom of the ladder.

“Don’t worry, I got this!” Elmer called out, not bothering to look away from his task. 

It was time for them to change their living room light bulb. Neither of them has experiences in it but Elmer stepped up. Buttons didn’t want him to, in fear of him falling over. But they were about to have a date night later in the evening since they’ve been really busy with their jobs. And it wouldn’t be perfect without a functional lighting system. 

Elmer utilizes the natural light source entering their windows to replace the light bulb. Despite it all, Buttons is still worried for Elmer’s well being. He doesn’t have the best balance in the world. 

“Elmer, honey, please, just come down we’ll call a professional electrician to get it done-” 

“Buttons, we don’t need to waste a couple of useless bucks just to have someone change our light bulb!” Elmer protested, not letting Buttons to finish what he wanted to say earlier. 

With that answer, Buttons removes himself from the living room with an eye roll and a sigh. To which, Elmer just sighs quietly seeing his negative attitude like that. But Elmer’s still persistent in doing this on his own. Besides, the box has given him enough instructions to change it on his own. 

But that’s not what Buttons is worried about. The fact that Elmer can slip and fall at any moment scares him. And he has always been slipping and falling for the longest time Buttons knows that man. 

Okay, maybe I’m being too mean to him. Buttons thought to himself, getting a hold of his breath as he leans his weight on the kitchen counter. The porcelain counter top is cool against his skin, giving him a sense of calmness he needs. Buttons picks himself up and gets himself busy in the kitchen. 

“I got it!” Elmer shouted from the living room, “See Buttons? We could do this on our-” 

Elmer’s voice started to get shaky, followed by a loud crash to the floor. Buttons drops everything and runs to the living room. He sees the ladder Elmer previously used on the floor. But his main focus is Elmer, lying on the hardwood floor whilst groaning in pain. 

Buttons rushes to the scene, crouching next to Elmer to make sure he’s okay. For the most part, he is. Maybe a little disoriented from the fall. No surprise there. But that doesn’t stop Buttons from being extra sure of it. 

“Elmer, are you okay? Does anything hurts?” Buttons asked quickly. He scans up and down his body to find nothing out of the ordinary. Well, maybe there’s one thing. 

“Oh, God your hand!” Buttons pointed out. His right hand was torn, blood almost covered the whole thing. The tear was probably because he fell in a weird position and the skin got caught with the rickety ladder. It may not be bleeding out quick, but he’s still losing quite a lot of blood. Buttons runs back to the kitchen to get a towel to try stop the bleeding. 

He wraps the towel around the nasty cut. Elmer grunts out in pain as Buttons tightens the towel. A painful thing to be ringing in Buttons ears, knowing that it’s coming from Elmer. But Elmer’s still fine. Buttons help him slowly sit up to get Elmer’s concentration back. 

“Nothing else seems injured” Buttons exclaimed after doing a quick examination, “Let me see your hand again” 

It was painful to move it, just as he suspected. But Elmer pushed through the pain to let Buttons take another look at it. Buttons tries his best to lift the towel just enough for a quick peak but not too much it causes too much pain. Though his gentleness, Elmer still groans through gritted teeth. 

Buttons can see the cut in all its horrifying glory, the blood seeping out the towel since the bleeding has’t stopped. Buttons places the towel back and looks at Elmer, giving him a look that tells him just how bad it is, “I think you need stitches” 

“‘You think’. Meaning you’re judging through a medically-untrained eye” Elmer twisted the reality. And yes, Buttons is no doctor. But any dumbass can tell you Elmer desperately needs stitches. 

Buttons scoffs and rolled his eyes before emphasizing, “You need stitches” 

“No, I don’t” 

“Yes, you do” 

“No, I don’t” 

“Yes, you do” 

“No. I don’t!” 

“Yes. You do!” 

“Buttons!” 

“Elmer!” 

Elmer, indeed, needed stitches. 

He sits quietly on the hospital bed after the nurse attended to him. Feeling the tension between the couple, she exited the scene as soon as possible. But the doctor had stayed, seeing that these two are his friends. 

Buttons has his arms crossed on top of his chest, one foot tapping furiously as he gives Elmer the stink eye. Elmer tries his best to ignore it. He had learnt his lesson but Buttons can’t help but stay angry at him. 

“So... you’re going to have to make it to your appointments...” Davey tried to ease out the tension between the two. His voice is the only thing Elmer tries to focus on, rather than the furious feet tapping made by a certain brunet. 

“Davey, is there anything you can do to make my husband stop looking at me like that?” Elmer asked, slightly looking at Buttons direction. But the stink eye was still very much present. 

Davey takes one good look at Buttons, still unmoved from his anger. As a doctor, he can do many things that have saved other people’s lives. But saving his friend from this mess is unfortunately not one of them. He looks back at Elmer and quickly replies, “No” 

“What did I told you about changing the light bulb on your own?” Buttons asked, tone laced with nothing but rage. 

Elmer slumps his back, looking down sadly to the stitches he just got, “Not to...” 

Buttons furiously nods at the response, smiling with a hint of anger behind it. He twirls around and walks towards the waiting room. From the way he walks, Elmer can tell he’s going to hear it from Buttons once they get back home. 

Davey sits on the bed next to a sad looking Elmer, patting his back lightly to cheer him up, “Speaking from experience of giving Jack the same look...” 

Elmer looks at his friend, a glint of hope flashing over his honey eyes. 

“...best to stay on his good side for at least six weeks” 

[mar-bluu]

Prompt: “There is... an ungodly amount of cats in this room...” “... and?” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘AND’??! WE DON’T HAVE THIS MANY CATS!!!” I’m abt to sleep so take ur time making this Goodnight sweet dreams!! ❤️❤️✨

Okay so i know its been a million years since you sent this but i finally got around to writing something!! so yea! hope its okay!! :3 Ship: Belmerttons Word count: 979 Warnings: none!

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Buttons stood in the entrance to the living room, bag dropped at his feet and eyes narrowed. “There is… an ungodly amount of cats in this room.” Elmer blinked up at him, several balls of fluff swarming in his lap and clawing their way up his jumper. “…and?” He said, as a big white kitten settled himself on his shoulder, raking his paws through his hair. Buttons threw his hands out, gesturing wildly around the room, acting as if Elmer couldn’t see what was in front of him. “What do you mean ‘and’?! WE DON’T HAVE THIS MANY CATS!” He gave a small exasperated chuckle, was he seeing things? A raggedy old tabby cat brushed up against Buttons legs, meowing quietly as she put her entire weight on his right foot. Nope, not seeing things. “Are you sure?” Elmer asked. “Tell me, how many cats do we have?” “One! Lucy! Speaking of, where is she?” There was a chirp from behind the couch, as a blur of black and white fur flew over the heads of ten other cats as Lucy came running to the call of her name. She skidded to a halt by his other foot, the tabby immediately taking to washing Lucy’s ear. Buttons shifted slightly, moving the two of them gently off his feet as he began to lose the feeling in his toes. He sighed. “So why are all these cats here?” The kitten on Elmer’s shoulder had jumped up to his head, balancing on all fours as he nestled into his hair, purring like a motor all the while. “Well,” Elmer said, making sure the kitten was well balanced, “The shelter has to be checked for termites and other not-good-building-things, so I offered to look after some of the cats until it was done.” “Some!? How many is some?” The kitten was chewing on a tiny mouthful of Elmer’s hair now, and Elmer tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth as he listed off names under his breath. “Twenty-six? Not including Lucy-lu.” “TWENTY-SIX!?” He moved toward Elmer, careful to step over every furry body lying in his path, before coming to a stop right in front of him. “There are twenty-six cats here!? How are we going to keep track of all of them?” Elmer smiled, trying to pet the wriggling pile of kittens in his lap, only to have his fingers viciously attacked with sharp baby teeth. “With our amazing parenting skills.” He gave Buttons his cutest please-don’t-be-mad-at-me-i-love-you smile, however, it did nothing to ease the frown etched into his boyfriend’s face. “Look, we only have to look after them for like a day or two. I wouldn’t have offered to take care of them if I didn’t think we could do it.” That seemed to put a stop to his grumbling, at least temporarily. Just then, the old tabby from before came padding back over, and before anyone could say anything, she bunched her muscles under her and launched herself up, scaling Buttons like a human cat-post. Buttons froze as she steadied herself on his shoulder, nipping at his ear with a small mew. “And you brought home the evil cats, too.” Elmer gasped and smacked his leg lightly. “Hey! Cocoa is a wonderful cat! How dare you say such horrible things about her?” “She’s eating my ear!” “She likes you!” “Well I don’t like her.” Elmer smacked him again, and even Cocoa meowed in offence. “You’re so mean!” Elmer pouted, “Cocoa is the sweetest cat I’ve ever met and I’ll take your ass to court for slander if you say otherwise!” As if to prove his words, Cocoa flopped over Buttons’ shoulder, falling into his arms that he brought up to keep her from tumbling to the floor, and she snuggled into his chest. Buttons narrowed his eyes. “You can’t win me over just like that, missy!” She blinked up at him sweetly, purring and rubbing her soft cheek against his arm. When Buttons’ expression didn’t change, she reached two delicate paws up and bapped him gently on the nose, chirping lightly. Buttons couldn’t fight off the smile that crept its way over his face. “Yeah, yeah, you’re cute, whatever.” He rolled his eyes. Pleased with herself, Cocoa put her paws down as he scratched behind her ear. Elmer smiled, “What’d I tell you? She’s a sweetheart!” The kitten on his head had gotten restless and Elmer plucked him off his, adding him to the pile of his siblings. He gave the kitten his fingers to chew on to try and keep him pacified, before looking up at Buttons. “So you’re not angry with me for bringing home another twenty-six cats?” Buttons chuckled, “El, you could pour super glue into every pair of shoes I own and I wouldn’t care a single bit. I couldn’t be angry at you if I tried, especially when you’re doing something as kind as looking after a bunch of rescue cats.” Elmer aww’d that and smiled, leaning forward –feeling the kitten try to claw his way back up to his head- and pressed a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Buttons hummed. “Oh, I think you’ve mentioned it once or twice before.” Elmer giggled and placed another kiss to the corner of Buttons’ mouth. “Well, I love you so very much, and I would never put super glue in your shoes.” “I love you too, and I do enjoy not having glue-shoes.” They shared another kiss. They were separated after a few seconds by a fluffy barrage of smacks -Cocoa wasn’t happy with being ignored and decided that pawing at their faces was the best was to get her attention- and Elmer shot Buttons a cheeky grin. “And because you love me so much, could we-” “We’re not adopting all these cats.” “Damn!”

[violetwolfraven]

Marked For You

((Am I writing a post-strike javid soulmates AU with several background ships? Possibly! No one asked for this but y’all can’t stop me.))

...

Davey liked to think that being among the Newsies, he was bolder than before. He didn’t scare as easily and he wasn’t afraid to stand up for what he believed in or be himself unapologetically.

After all, that was what all the Newsies were; themselves. They didn’t care what each other thought, not that any of them ever seemed to seriously judge the others. Each Newsie was openly himself or herself, plain and simple.

This kind of unjudging openness that Davey knew and loved didn’t mean he wasn’t shocked as hell when he and some of the fellas were talking, like they did practically every day, and the conversation turned to soulmates and soulmarks.

Soulmarks were a stripe of color on the inside of your wrist, said to be the color that represented who your soulmate was on a fundamental level. Their soul-color.

Davey’s soulmark was a bright, clear blue, like the sky on a clear summer day.

To be fair, the person Davey had been before meeting the Newsies probably would have completely freaked out at what the fellas were talking about. Davey managed to only be moderately surprised and kind of confused.

Because Race was talking about how his soulmark was dark red, the same color as Spot’s favorite shirt, and it just represented him so well and—

“Hold up,” Davey interrupted, “Your soulmate is Spot Conlon?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Are... are you sure?”

“Of course. Um... it’s not a new thing. We’s both known for months.”

All the fellas had guarded looks on their faces. Like they didn’t known how Davey was going to react and it scared them.

Davey had, of course, heard of people having same-sex soulmates. Most people seemed to regard it as wrong for some reason, but...

No one chose their soulmates. All scientists seemed to agree on that.

So why should something you had no control over be regarded as wrong, especially when soulmates were the kind of love that made each other happy?

Now that Davey was thinking about it, blue wasn’t a common color documented to represent a girl.

The idea of his soulmate being a boy didn’t freak him out as much as it probably should.

“I didn’t think the King of Brooklyn was the lovin’ type.”

Everyone visibly relaxed.

“You’d be surprised,” Race said with an uncharacteristically soft smile, “He kinda freaked out on me at first, but we talked it over after he got some time to process, we’s been together nearly a year now, and... he’s good to me.”

“He better be,” Romeo said, “Or Manhattan’d go to war.”

Albert snorted, “Half the Newsies of New York would. Racer, ya got a shit ton of friends.”

“Heh. True. There might actually be enough of ya to stand a chance against Brooklyn.”

“Bold of ya to assume half the Brooklyn boys wouldn’t be on your side,” Jojo pointed out.

Davey had to admit, he couldn’t think of a single Newsie who wouldn’t beat up someone stupid enough to break Race’s heart.

Ike shrugged, “Hotshot’d probably side with Spot. Sorry, Race. Oh! Davey, Hotshot’s mine, by the way.”

Ike showed his red soulmark, a brighter scarlet than Race’s. Hell, the thing was so bright, it practically glowed in the late afternoon sun.

Seeing Mike’s, which was electric blue, Davey wondered how he’d ever had trouble telling the twins apart.

Mike noticed him looking and grinned, throwing an arm around Jojo, who blushed a little. His soulmark was an almost-golden shade of yellow that Davey had to admit suited Mike well.

Of course, it did make him curious, how he’d always heard of people with same-sex soulmates as a rarity, an anomaly that barely ever happened.

And here was 6 that he knew personally. Probably more, now that he was thinking about it, looking back on the way certain pairs of his friends acted.

“How common is it?” he asked finally, “I always heard of same-sex soulmates as rare, but—“

Blink snorted, “It ain’t. Not as much as they’d have ya believe, anyhow.”

His fingers brushed over a mint green soulmark gently.

“Yeah, mine’s Finch,” Albert said, displaying a mark the color of sage.

Romeo grinned, showing his, which was an indigo halfway between blue and purple, “Take a guess.”

Looking back on casual touches that weren’t as hidden as they probably should be, for safety reasons, Davey realized that he was an idiot for not having realized it sooner.

“Specs?”

“Bingo! Ya got in in one!”

“And Blink... I’m guessin’... Mush?”

Blink shrugged sheepishly.

Davey really felt like an idiot for not fully registering until right now how defensive, tough Kid Blink was soft and gentle with Mush in a way he wasn’t with anyone—not even the littles.

“What about you?” Romeo asked, “Ya know who yours is, yet?”

Davey shrugged helplessly, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Well, show us the mark!” Ike urged, “We can’t guess if we don’t see the color!”

The others voiced their agreement until Davey extended his forearm towards them.

Honestly, his was probably the brightest and most defined of any of them, besides Ike’s.

Everyone went silent, and Davey knew his friends well enough to know that they weren’t quiet simply because they were thinking.

They knew something he didn’t.

“What?” he finally asked after a good 20 seconds.

“Ya really don’t see it?” Mike asked.

“I don’t think he does,” Albert admitted, stealing Race’s cigar.

Race stole the cigar back, “Tragic.”

“What do you all see that I don’t?”

“Ya know, it took me a while to figure out mine,” Jojo admitted, “I was raised to think lovin’ a boy would land ya in hell. But I still knew within a couple weeks, if ya don’t count how long it took me to accept it. Honestly, Davey, you’s known him for months. How haven’t ya realized yet?”

“You mean it’s one of the Newsies?”

Everyone groaned.

“Davey, who’s the one person who pops into your head when you think ‘bout love?” Romeo asked, “Just off the top of your head?”

Davey didn’t want to admit who his first thought was.

“I don’t know,” he lied, “In my defense, I didn’t even consider it bein’ a boy before today.”

“When ya find your soulmate, you know,” Blink said firmly, “It’s undeniable. Ya don’t know how ya know, but ya do. If you’s felt that and seen that color and still don’t know who it is, you’s the biggest dumbass in New York.”

Romeo swatted in Blink’s direction, “Lighten up, Blink. It’s cute in a frustratin’ kind of way.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell him,” Ike said mischeviously, “This is better’n watchin’ Race pine over Spot and yet not tell him that the light blue on his wrist is him.”

Race rolled his eyes, “Like you tellin’ Hotshot right outta the gate worked. He avoided ya for 6 months after findin’ out that stupid purple mark was you.”

“It ain’t that purple, Racer. It’s mostly blue.”

“Still don’t go with Brooklyn’s red shirts all that well.”

Davey ignored the others breaking up the budding argument in favor of trying to think. One face did pop into his mind whenever he thought about love, but there was no way he was that lucky.

“Think, Davey,” Jojo urged as soon as the group got back on track.

“Yeah,” Race agreed, “Who’s the one person with a soul like the sky?”

Davey really didn’t want to admit it, but he knew.

The sky was always there when you looked up to see it as Jack Kelly was always there for his friends when they needed him.

“Jack,” he whispered, and the others grinned.

“So, what are ya waitin’ for?” Mike asked, “Go get the boy!”

“I can’t,” Davey protested, “He might be my soulmate, but there’s no way I’m his! He’s courted Sarah and Katherine!”

“That ain’t how it works, Davey,” Blink said, “Yeah, Jack courted Katherine and Sarah, but do ya really think that periwinkle stripe on Kath’s wrist is for him? Or the pinkish-red on Sarah’s, huh? That’s real Jack-like, is it?”

“Just cause Sarah or Kath ain’t Jack’s soulmate doesn’t mean his is a boy,” Davey pointed out, “Jack doesn’t even like boys!”

Albert rolled his eyes, “Ya really think that?”

“I know he don’t.”

“Davey, let me tell ya somethin’,” Ike said, “Just cause Jack likes girls don’t mean he doesn’t like boys. It ain’t gotta be one or the other.”

“Ya think I only flirt with one?” Romeo asked.

Now that Davey was thinking about it, Romeo and Race pretty much flirted with everyone.

Race laughed, “I don’t think we’s ever told him that Jack and Spot was a thing, did we?”

“They what now?”

“It didn’t last long,” Romeo laughed, “Barely a week, and I thinks it was just angrily makin’ out, but it happened.”

“That was a weird week,” Jojo agreed.

“He had a crush on Specs a few years ago,” Ike added, “That was ‘fore Romeo came along, of course.”

Mike started laughing even harder than he already was, making Jojo smile all sappy at him, “I remember that!”

Davey tried to process this new information.

“Point is,” Blink said, “Jack likes girls and boys. And we’s known him a lot longer than you.”

“The color on his wrist definitely ain’t for Kath or Sarah,” Race summed up.

“What... what is it?”

Race patted his knee, “For that answer, you’ll have to ask Jackie Boy, himself.”

“Ask me what?”

The other boys exchanged delighted glances as Jack walked in, a bit of paint on his cheek from spending some time at Medda’s theatre.

“Look at the time,” Jojo said, ignoring the fact that he did not have a watch, “I think we’d best be gettin’ to bed.”

Mike raised an eyebrow suggestively, making Jojo swat his arm in exasperation, but the two of them left in the same direction, hand in hand.

“Just remembered,” Race said, popping to his feet, “I told Spot I’d spend the night in Brooklyn. Gotta go if I wanna not be walkin’ in the dark.”

“Mind if I come with?” Ike asked.

“The more the merrier! I’m sure Hotshot’ll be happy to see ya.”

“Make good choices,” Jack said pointedly, but he didn’t stop them, indicating that those pairings really had been going on for a while.

God, how many times had Ike or Race or both blatantly said they were going to Brooklyn when they left a card game or hangout? How was Davey just noticing this now?

Blink, Albert, and Romeo quickly made up bullshit excuses to leave.

Davey didn’t miss how Romeo mouthed a quick ‘good luck’ to him as he went out the door.

Unfortunately, neither did Jack.

“So, what’s that about?” he asked, seeming more amused than suspicious or anything.

“We was just talkin’ about something,” Davey said, feeling strangely awkward.

“What kind of somethin’?”

“Um... soulmates. That kind of thing.”

“Oh.”

The air between them was charged suddenly.

“What about ‘em?” Jack asked, sitting down next to Davey.

“Um...” Davey took a deep breath, “About how they think they know who mine is.”

Jack didn’t look him in the eye, and his response was almost too quiet to hear.

“Who?”

For some reason, Davey couldn’t outright just say it.

He turned his wrist so that Jack could see his mark, bright, vibrant blue.

He thought maybe something like recognition flashed through the other boy’s eyes.

“It’s someone who’s always there when the people he loves need him,” Davey said softly, “You know how you can always look up and see the sky if ya need to? He’s like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s one of the things I like most about him.”

“What if he wasn’t?” Jack muttered, “What if there was a day the people he loved needed to see the sky more than ever and it wasn’t there?”

Davey remembered the terror after the first day of the strike. Crutchie was arrested, everyone was hurt, and few of the fellas were still MIA. Davey only had a few bruises, so he and a couple others had had to go find them.

Davey remembered finding Elmer unconscious in an alley. He remembered Buttons’s worry when he managed to wake him up and drag him back to the Lodging House, how panicked he’d obviously been, and now was wondering if those two had something going on.

That day, everyone had needed Jack, and he wasn’t there. That was true. They’d had to rely on Davey and Race and whoever else was unhurt enough to help them, then later, Katherine, when she showed up and nobody asked how she got that much medical supplies.

But every other day since then that Davey had been with the Newsies, Jack had been there, tirelessly comforting his friends after bad dreams, patching up scraped knees, making sure everybody had food in their stomachs and a roof over their heads. And he didn’t always have enough time to take care of everyone, but he sure did his damn best.

Davey reached over and intertwined Jack’s fingers with his own.

To his relief, the other boy squeezed back, just a little.

“Maybe he needs to take care of himself, too, once in a while,” he said, “Maybe everyone survived without the sky for a little bit, so there was no harm done. And Jackie... that was months ago. It doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been there every day since long before the strike and every day since then.”

Jack was silent for a second before he exhaled sharply and shoved his arm in Davey’s direction.

The strip of color on his wrist was clear blue. It was the sky on ice cold clear winter days. It was the cover of a book with characters you could relate to. It was a shade of paint Davey had seen in Jack’s backdrops many times.

Davey didn’t really know why, but the color was undeniably him.

“Jack...”

Jack looked at him, his eyes as soft as the tone in Davey’s voice.

“I knew since day one.”

“Why didn’t ya say anything?”

“I didn’t wanna scare you.”

Davey laughed, “Jack Kelly, if there is one thing you’ve never been to me, it’s scary.”

It was true. Jack had always felt safe, even when Davey was trying to avoid him out of pride.

Unfortunately, safe was the last thing whatever this thing between them was.

“How does it work?”

“What?”

“How does it work?” Davey repeated, “How do they do it? Race and Spot. Mike and Jojo. Blink and Mush. All the other pairs.”

“They be careful,” Jack answered, “If needed, the rest of us try and help cover for ‘em.”

“Can you be careful?”

A smile formed on Jack’s lips, “I know you can... how do ya think I stayed out of the Refuge so long after escapin’?”

Davey rolled his eyes. Jack still liked to bring up his grand escape.

“Hey, Davey... can I try something?”

Davey’s heart was in his throat. His chest was so tight he could barely breathe.

Still, he nodded.

Blink had said that when you met your soulmate, you knew.

Davey didn’t think he’d known before now. At least, not consciously.

But he definitely knew now, because it felt right. He knew because Jack’s lips against his own was the most natural thing in the world.

He didn’t think he’d ever want to kiss anyone else.

He didn’t know how he hadn’t always known that Jack was his soulmate.

Because the color on his wrist was Jack, and the color in Jack’s was him. They were quite literally made for each other.

[love-and-respect-for-graves]

Buttons and Elmer have awful socks, but they match soooo..

[telling-tragedy]

🅱️lease send me writing requests i beg,

[all-the-lovely-newsies]

I drew this a while ago, but it’s Buttons and Elmer based off of This HC I did a while back. 

[newsiepedia]

If anyone has any information about the Newsies actors’ thoughts on shipping, the newsies’ sexualities, or the newsies’ genders, please dm me at funnyihope! ~ mod strings