#davey jacobs drabble

[moo9395]

Guess who watched Newsies.

[loiteringandlurking]

Javey go stargazing on top of a building, the feelings are big and raw and decidedly there. Davey compares jack to the stars and jack doesn't know how to respond. Jacks emotions are so big he doesn't know how to express it with words, so he expresses it with touches. Lying down shoulder to shoulder with Davey, sitting them both up just so he can gently trace his knuckles over the perfect curves and corners of davey's face. The reflection of the galaxy in his eyes, the breeze tossing pollen and dust over his features.

Jack doesn't know how to deflect, as he does with so many things, the way Davey's eyes fill with absolute love when he looks at jack. He's never seen this much love come out of one person, directed at him. The city can't see them up on top of this building, the newsies aren't here to laugh and jeer and make fun of jack when he fits himself into Davey's shadow sometimes.

And he might only get this chance once.

He kisses Davey like it's the last time he'll ever see him, like when the sun begins to rise, Davey will dissolve into the morning air.

Davey kisses back, smiling like he's meeting an old friend.

On that night they feel complete. So fully, truly complete.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

David didn’t want his first visit to the lodging house to be this, anything but this would’ve been better.

He attempted to readjust the way JoJo’s arm hung across his shoulders, fingers digging in in a grip that matched the wince on his face with every limped half step.

Les forged on ahead of them in some kind of attempt to clear the way, and people moved for the dirt-stained kid with tear tracked cheeks and an arm held to his chest, spattered with blood; his own or someone else’s David wasn’t sure yet and as much as he wanted to grab Les and give him a once over for any injuries aside from the obvious, JoJo who’d gotten a club to the knee and then the head once he went down took priority.

JoJo was also spattered with blood, but it was obvious it was his own, leaking from his newly crooked nose-

He lurched to the side suddenly, and David did his best to keep him upright but he was tired and his head was spinning and something in his chest was sending shooting pains along his ribs when he breathed too deep and staying upright was hard-

“Sorry Dave.” JoJo’s voice was slurred like he was drunk and Davey realised he didn’t even know what age he was. Not old enough to get drunk, not even close, 14 at most surely, not the youngest but younger and-

“It’s fine. We’re almost back, just a couple more steps.”

“Y’seen Splasher?”

“Don’t worry about him right now. We’re almost back.”

“That copper got him real good Dave. I don’think I seen him get up.”

David swallowed bile, clung to JoJo’s waist a little harder.

He hadn’t seen Splasher get up either.

“I’m sure he’s fine.” He said out loud.

[sky-neverending]

newsies drabble!

Prompt: Fair

Fandom: Newsies

Characters: Jack and Davey

“Where are we going?” Davey asked, his hand warm in Jacks as the older boy led them across rooftops.

Jack looked back at him with a smile. “Somewhere fun.”

They walked for what seemed like forever, jumping from building to building until there was no where left to walk but the streets. Jack stopped when the reached an alleyway, grinning at Davey.

“Close your eyes, Dave,” he said. Davey did so, letting Jack continue to lead him blindly. “Right. You can open yous eyes now.”

When Davey did, a smile crossed his lips. “Jack,” he whispered. “Is this the fair?”

[faerieroyal]

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➺ criminal minds: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, emily prentiss, elle greenaway.

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➺ newsies: jack kelly, “crutchie” morris, davey jacobs, spot conlon, racetrack higgins.

➺ formula one: charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, logan sargeant, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, fernando alonso, lance stroll, mick schumacher, alex albon, george russell, esteban ocon, yuki tsunoda, zhou guanyu.

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[ao3feed-newsies]

pull me by the ankles to the edge of the bed

by, lverby by lverby When Jack hears his alarm go off, he doesn’t do anything about it. He thinks that maybe, if he lays still for long enough, it will magically stop. He feels some shuffling from beside him and hears the alarm turn off. He sighs, content to be able to fall asleep again. He is right on the verge, mere seconds away, when– “Jack.” Words: 1018, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of drabbles!! Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Drabble, Drabble Collection, Sleepy Jack Kelly, David Jacobs is a Morning Person, Jack Kelly Isn't, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, no beta we die like davey's tarantula line read : https://ift.tt/aPNyYhu - February 01, 2025 at 10:23PM

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

For the drabble requests, perhaps Jack helping Davey work through an essay? Like Davey has so many ideas and he just can't figure out how to turn them into a singular essay, so Jack helps him

Oooooh this is cute cause it’s something I struggle with in essays all the time too

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“I’m coming to the decision that words are stupid and overrated,” Davey declared with a frustrated sigh. His head hit his knees with a soft thump, pencil rolling onto the ground.

Jack stopped it’s progress with his foot, his own head tilted. He was sitting opposite Davey with a sketchbook propped across his knees in the mirror of the others notebook. “Now there’s a headline,”

Davey blew out a breath. “Ha ha,”

“M’serious! Could make good money with that,” Jack insisted. He leant forward to flick Davey’s nose as his selling voice took over. “Extra, extra! David Jacobs, sick a’ words! Y’heard it here first folks!”

“First of all, that ain’t what I said,”

“Ain’t it?”

“No, I said-,” Davey cut off with his brow furrowed. “That is what I said, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! S’why I made it a headline,” Jack explained, nodding eagerly. He examined Davey’s expression for a moment before setting his sketch aside and propping his elbows across his knees. “Alright Dave, ain’t taking the piss no more. What’s up?”

“This-,” Davey waved a hand, tapped his page. It was covered in his cramped, scribbled handwriting and when Jack peered at it he saw just as many thick, crossed out lines as words. “-essay. It’s killing me,”

“Thought y’had a ton of points for it?”

“I do! But I spent too long just thinking about them, and now they won’t go on the page how I want,”

Jack gnawed his lip. “Can’t y’just put what you’s thinking?” he offered uncertainly. Writing had never been his strong suit but he was determined to offer some help.

Davey shook his head. “Not really. I know it sounds stupid but it all makes so much more sense up here,” He pointed at his temple and wrinkled his nose when he looked back at the page. “On here, it gets all weird and tangled y’know?”

Jack shuffled forward. “Naw,” he said, and then hastily added, “Naw, it ain’t stupid I mean. Makes sense,”

Davey laughed his rare, honey sweet laugh at Jack’s fumble. “Really?”

“I think? Like- like when I’m tryin’ t’draw something and I can see it all in my head but it ain’t coming out right on the paper. Hands all weird an’ the face don’t look like a face an’ the legs is all wobbly,”

“Like that,” Davey nodded, offering the flicker of a smile. He scrubbed a hand through his hair and Jack couldn’t tell how reassured he was. “How do you deal with it?”

“Well…,” Jack started slowly, chewing on the end of his own pencil. “Sometimes I just give up, but when I doesn’t wanna I do it one bit at a time. Forget about the hands an’ the weird legs an’ just look at the face till is starts lookin’ right,”

“So…what? Stop thinking about it as a whole, just look at the individual bits?”

“Yeah! Yeah, like that!” Jack said, grinning. “See, already doing better wit’ words. Than me at least,”

“I dunno, that was a pretty decent metaphor there Jackie,”

“Meta- huh?”

“Nevermind,”

Jack pulled a face at him and shuffled over to sit at his side, retrieving his pencil in one easy movement. He offered it to him with a bowed head until Davey laughed. “Awright Dave. Go through the little bits, yeah? Lemme see it,”

“Are you sure?” Davey took the pencil, rolling it between his fingers. “You don’t know the topic,”

“But you does,” Jack pointed out. He propped his chin on Davey’s shoulder and beamed up at him. “M’jus’ gona help you sort through it till it all makes sense, yeah? An’ maybe I’ll learn a bit,”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,”

“Okay! Let’s do this, Dave. Best get an A,”

“It’s due for tomorrow, by the way,”

“Oh for fuck- let’s make it a quick A,”

Davey just laughed as he dumped his notebook in Jack’s lap. “Read it,”

So Jack read it, and the rest came surprisingly easy after that.

[sky-neverending]

thank you for the tag @queereldritch!!!!

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

sometime in mid to late 2021? i don’t have the exact date cause it’s been deleted and so has my wattpad account i think

First char you wrote for?

I’m just gonna come right out and say that the first fandom i was ever actively in was DSMP, so my wattpad era had be writing about Ranboo. I’m learning to not be ashamed of that.

Main Character(s) you write for now:

I genuinely don’t have just one character i write for all the time given how many fandoms I’m in. So. I can’t give a straight answer to that one lol

Characters you haven't written about before but plan on writing about soon?:

ermmm prob Theuden and Isran from Heir's Game?? i wanna write them i just dont know how lmao.

Fandom(s) you're currently writing for?:

*takes deep breath* Stanger Things, Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone, Newsies, Young Royals, Shadowhunters, Good Omens and occasionally Heartstopper. I think that's all but don't hold me to it.

Platonic pair(s) you're currently writing for?:

mostly it's all of the Crows together, Robin & Steve, Max & Eddie, Eddie, Steve, & the kids.

Romantic pair(s) etc. you're currently writing for?:

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Jesper Fahey/Wylan Van Eck, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Prince Wilhelm/Simon Eriksson, Davey Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Aziraphale/Crowley, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood, I would keep going but I'll spare you lol.

Your top 3 tags on Ao3 if you post on Ao3:

Non-character related tags would be Fluff (16), Angst, (13), and Drabble (10).

Where you post:

My Ao3

Snippet of the WIP you're currently working on:

umm i have a few so im just gonna pick one

Warmth filled the room, a light shining from above him. He closed his eyes, squeezing them tight. “Go away.” A familiar voice replied, one soft and full of what seemed to be heartbreak. “Oh, Crowley…” “No,” Crowley interrupted. “No, you don’t get to do this.” He was crying again. Rage filled his voice, overtaking the heavy sobs that caught in his throat. “You don’t get to show up now and save the day. Not while you’ve been gone for a month. A month, Aziraphale.” “Crowley, I’m sorry-” “No. You don’t get to be sorry.” Crowley finally looked up, coming face to face with the person who had led him so far into his own head that he couldn’t live anymore. “You don’t get to come here after everything and pretend I matter to you.” Aziraphale’s mouth fell open, shaped into the little downturned oval. “But you do matter to me.” “Then why did you leave?”

no tags today, just reblog and join in if you want!!! i hope to see you!

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I had fun doing this! ♡

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)

first character you wrote for:

Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Harrow & Stranger Things

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

whump, hurt/comfort & angst

your current platform where you post your works:

tap HERE for my AO3

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

should be posted hopefully within the next few days!

But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.

* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.

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[we-are-inevitable]

Single word javid: pillowcase

read on AO3!

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The silver moonlight streaming through David’s open window illuminates the room just enough. It’s a hot summer night; the air is heavy with remnants of a rainstorm still swirling outside, and the cloud cover causes the moonlight to fade in and out every once and awhile, but inside, it’s perfect. Inside, here, in this apartment he calls home, is perfect.

Perfect, because an imperfect man is sleeping next to him.

Jack Kelly is everything that David Jacobs shouldn’t like. He’s a man, first of all; it’s rather unusual for a man to like other men, or so David has heard from people at Synagogue, and in the news, and on the streets. Being a queer isn’t taken too kindly still. David has heard stories, though– stories of balls with men dressed in feminine clothing, dancing together, laughing together, loving without a care in the world. Stories of underground molly-houses, where men could meet and be intimate, be affectionate without having to hide. Stories of men living together in bachelor pads for years and years and years, under the guise of being “single.” The world has called them sinners, has condemned them for being different, for loving more, for not caring.

Maybe one day, things will change.

For now, David is content here, in his own home, one he worked so hard for, with this boy by his side. This boy he shouldn’t like. Jack isn’t Jewish, and David technically isn’t supposed to be with someone who doesn't share the faith– it’s not a set-in-stone rule, but David knows his mother would be awfully proud if he settles down with a nice Jewish girl one day, even though he's running out of time; he's twenty-four, after all, and Ima keeps hounding him about finding a wife. Jack isn’t mannerly, either- he’s cordial when he needs to be, charming when he wants to be, but he has a mean streak, an attitude, and the mouth of a sailor. He’s nice, but he’s not nice- not by societal standards, at least, but David doesn’t care. Why should he?

Why should he?

Why should David care about what his family thinks, or what New York thinks, or what the world thinks? The world has been wrong before. The world will be wrong again. The world will think these things and have their own preconceived notions about what life should be, and–

“Shh.”

And David will still be here. Happy.

“I didn’t say anything,” David murmurs into Jack’s hair. “What are you on about?”

Jack shifts, blinking one brown eye open to look up at David from where he’s lying on his chest. “I can hear you thinkin’ from here,” He says, a playful smirk playing at his lips, and if David weren’t already lying down it for sure would have made him weak in the knees. “What’s on your mind, amor?”

“You,” David whispers breathlessly, like it’s the easiest question he’s ever had to answer. “You should know that by now. Always you.”

“Good things, I hope.”

“Good things.”

Jack grins again, eyes barely open. He slowly leans up then, nuzzling his nose against David’s jawline. “You can think ‘bout me some other time,” He murmurs. “Rest.”

David rolls his eyes fondly, but gives in shockingly easily; maybe it’s because he’s already tired, or maybe it’s because he wants Jack to win this time, but he takes a deep breath and exhales, relaxing back onto the threadbare pillowcase. “Anything for you,” he says, and he means it. He means it because he says it and he says what he means. He can’t imagine life without him.

A few moments later, he hears Jack whisper, “I love you.”

And David takes the words, holds them in his chest, and murmurs back, “I love you, too.”

[loiteringandlurking]

'jack, you, uh.... you got something.' jack's eyebrows draw together as davey points to jack's face with his fork.

'something o' what?' jack wipes his hand across his cheek. 'soot? dirt?' davey only giggles behind his hand, which is criminal.

'nah, lemme get it.' davey smiles his horrid smile and reaches across their table. his hand cups jack's cheek as davey swipes his thumb across the corner of jack's mouth, and jack has half a mind to lean over the table and kiss davey then and there as he watches davey's eyebrows knit. he feels davey's thumb on his face, harder this time, dragging out the corner of his lip, and jack swats his hand away.

'davey, what on earth?' jack tries not to smile a cheek-hurtingly amount as davey checks his thumb, his eyes drawing back to that corner of jack's mouth.

davey doesn't say anything (god save the man) and instead leans over their table and their food (his tie almost dragging through their meals) until his face is inches from jacks. jack feels his entire face turn red as Davey thouroughly searches his face, one thumb leaning up to the corner of his mouth again. davey scratches the corner of jack's mouth with his fingernail, and jack yelps. 'ow! dave, what the hell?' he brings his hand up to where davey scratched, the stinging sensation already subsiding.

'you have food on your face!' davey finally says, plopping back down onto his chair. 'there's a little crumb st the corner of your mouth! i don't have my glasses, so I was so proud of myself for noticing it, but it didn't come off! it's stuck to your face, jack! the crumb is fusing with you!'

jack searches davey's incredulous expression for any notes of sarcasm or jokes as he grins.

'davey,' he says carefully, surpressing laughter. 'is it a freckle?'

[i-didnt-do-1t]

“Davey? You alright?”

David’s gaze, glazed and unblinking, jumped from the ground to meet Jack’s own vaguely bemused one and he nodded, mouth curling up a little at the edges.

It was comfortable, this quiet between them. Gave Davey time to think while Jack sketched.

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” The question hung in the air between them for a few seconds and he looked away before Jack could answer, went back to spinning a pencil between two fingers, nails bitten down to their beds.

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” he continues, “and I don’t know what it is and I don’t mind. But other people seem to.”

[jack-kellys]

hi hi !! moodboards...... i would literally pay for an 'i will keep the tides in tune' moodboard however i know ur not that into soulmate aus so if u would prefer a wsttlt-esque moodboard (inspired by a fucked up davey) i would NOT be opposed

ilyvm and am willing to write a drabble of ur choosing in return >:]

yes! still send me moonboard requests!

i know it’s 1am but i really like this one!!

i will keep the tides in tune (if you will make the flowers bloom)

[offspring-of-calliope]

I really like your writing, so if you're still taking drabble requests: how about some hurt/comfort for Ralbert? Maybe canon era? Sorry, I'm really bad at specific requests, but maybe this gives you an idea

Guess who only now realised that she still has to work through 15 pages of text in preparation for the lecture she has tomorrow morning and still prioritized finally writing this drabble? But hey, I really liked how this turned out, so maybe I'll regret it only half as much as I normally would.

I hope this fits your expectations and thanks for liking my writing :)

And don't be shy, you can still write me your wishes, I love writing something that others would like to see and enjoy.

So, for now I hope you'll enjoy this little drabble,

Sincerely, me,

Lélodie

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The sinking sun was painting the sky in a beautiful red colour - the same colour that had been used in the picture he held in his hands. Tightly, as if the memory of the boy who had drawn it would fade if he let go.

"There you is."

The sudden voice made him turn his head to see who was coming up to the rooftop. Jack und Crutchie's rooftop. "Hey, Albert," Racetrack Higgins greeted the newcomer, nodded slightly and then proceeded to stare at the picture in his hands.

"Oh, come on, Racer. Lighten up, you's lookin' as if someone's died." Albert said softly, sitting down next to the other boy and looking at him with worry in his eyes.

Race forced out a laugh. "Kinda feels like it. I mean, he's gone for six months. How's we gonna manage without Jack? And we ain't even having Davey who's lookin' after us like a mother hen!"

He was happy for Jack, he really was. Going to Santa Fe had always been the biggest dream of the oldest of the newsies, who'd also always been like a father figure to every one of them. And now, he was sitting in a train, on his way to visit Santa Fe for six months. It had been a surprise for everyone when Jack had suddenly told them all that he'd made enough money with his cartoon-drawing job - enough money to follow his dreams.

In addition to that, David's father had found a new job and since David hadn't stopped selling papers, he'd also saved a little money to be able to accompany Jack to Santa Fe. Katherine had become quite the famous reporter and therefore had had enough money as well.

The three of them were only going to stay in Santa Fe for presumably six months but in these six months, Race had to play their part that was leading Manhattan. Being the father figure to all the Newsies of Lower Manhattan. The problem was - how could he watch over all these boys when he wasn't even able to look properly after himself most of the time?

"Hey." Seemingly out of nowhere, a hand was touching his bare arm and he shivered in surprise. "I's basically able ta hear ya thinkin'. Relax for a moment, Racer. Take a deep breath."

"Did ya even listen ta me, Albie? Jack's gone! I can't look after the other boys without-", Race protested.

"Shush, Racer! Breathe. Trust me. In. Out," Albert tried again, now stroking both of Race's arms in a soothing manner.

"I don't think ya understand the situation I's -"

"Breathe."

"But -"

"Breathe."

"Al, I -"

"Jesus Christ, Racer!" Albert eventually exclaimed, grabbed Race's face and smashed their lips together.

Race revelled in the familiar feeling of Albert's lips on his, Albert's hands on his skin, Albert's presence in his heart. For just a tiny moment, his brain was empty. Not the bad kind of empty but a nice empty that made him feel free and careless, as if he could conquer the world.

After a while, Albert pulled back. "Sometimes I wonder if ya do it on purpose," he mumbled, stroking Race's hair, staring at him with a mixture of awe and amusement.

"Do what?" Race asked, finding himself grabbing Albert's shoulder, only subconsciously realising that the picture he'd been holding before had slipped out of his grasp.

"I don't know. Just. What I don't want ya to do, ya know?"

A smug smile graced Race's lips. "If I'd do what ya want me ta do, ya wouldn't kiss me ta convince me."

"So ya do it on purpose!" Albert laughed, leaning into Race's touch. "But honestly, Racer. The Newsies love ya. How could they not? You's wonderful. So what, you's irritated mosta the time, maybe not the most mature? It doesn't matter. They don't need someone who's mature. They need someone they can trust. Who they can rely on, as Davey would say. And that someone is you, ya know? And if ya need help, remember, you's not alone. You got me, Crutchie, Blink, all of the others. We can look after each other together."

Silence. For a long while, Race only stared at Albert, drawing patterns on his skin with his fingers. Then: "I love you." He held his breath. Never before had he said these words to Albert.

Albert smiled. "I love ya, too."

"You's the best." Race added, suddenly being able to breath more freely than before. He remembered the station, seeing Jack and the people he held most dear in this world entering a train, taking the first big step of their relationship. Jack deserved it. Race could let him go. Him and Albert would have their own big step to take the next few months.

Once again, Albert stroked his hair and gently kissed his forehead. "I know." Both of them laughed at that.

And the sun had set behind the rooftops of Manhattan but these two boys where as awake and as aware of each other as they'd never been before.

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

"I'm surprised you even know what that means" for maybe something with David?

There’s a few cuss words in here.

It was a week before Christmas and to say the Newsies Lodging House was a bit chaotic was an understatement. A few of the younger Newsies had heard on the street that if you were bad, you got coal in your stocking so mischief was at an all time high.

It was a rare Saturday where Katherine, Jack, and Davey were all at the house to check up on things and to have a union meeting. The only problem, Race was nowhere to be found.

Looking at Albert, Jack gave him a look “When was the last time you saw him?”

“Saw him this morning at the circulation gate - he gave Wiesel a hard time like he always does.” Albert tilted his head. “Saw him at Jacobi’s for lunch too. Didn’t say anything about missing tonight - he was the one that reminded me.”

Jack looked to Kat and Davey. “Maybe he hasn’t finished selling yet?”

“Or he’s at the Racetrack.” Kat suggested. “Maybe there was a hot ticket he just couldn’t resist.”

Jack shook his head. “Betting’s done by 3. He’d be back by now.”

“What do you want to do?” Davey asked, looking at the former leader.

The three were deep in their own thoughts that they didn’t hear the door shut or the person in question entered the room.

“Hey, what’s the conundrum?” Race asked with a grin as everyone looked at him.

"I'm surprised you even know what that means" Davey was overheard as Race shook his head, a cuss word silent on his lips.

“Shuddup Davey!” Race yelled. “Just because you’re the walkin’ mouth doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t know big words.”

Davey’s eyes went wide as he tried to backpedal. “I didn’t mean it like that. Just shocked me, I guess.”

Race nodded, before the whole room exploded trying to figure out where Race had been.

Jack held up a hand as the room fell silent. “Where were you?”

“The Racetrack, Jacobi’s, the Bridge, Brooklyn then back to Manhattan. I had a great day of selling, sweetheart, thanks for asking.” Race gave Jack a cheeky grin before pointing at him. “Why are you so worked up? We don’t have the meeting until 7 anyways and it’s just that time.”

Jack glared at him before taking a deep breath. “Quit being such a smartass, Race. How many times have I been here and you haven’t?”

“Uh ….. not many.” Race looked at his older brother before giving him a hug. “I’m sorry I made you worried. I will try to be here when you’re here but I’m the King of Manhattan and I’ve got places to go, people to see, and littles counting on me.”

Jack hit him over the back of the head with a grin. “Knock it down a few pegs, Racetrack! I can still kick your scrawny ass.”

“Yea yea ….” Race shook his head before taking his normal seat. “You gonna call this meeting to order or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty?”

“Shuddup.” Jack said as a blush rose to his cheeks.

Race fanned himself with a smirk. “Sorry Jackie but you just don’t do it for me.”

“Antonio Higgins, who put a quarter in you?” Jack shrieked, while Davey and Katherine were laughing loudly. The rest of the Newsies all had lost it by that point and we’re in tears from laughing so hard.

Race whistled, giving Jack a look. “Well it wasn’t a quarter so much …..”

Covering his ears so quickly, Jack sang out a tune to drown out his little brother’s words. Katherine wiped tears from her eyes as she looked at Race. “I think you might’ve broken your brother.”

“Nah it’s nothing worse than what he’s done to me in the past.” Race grinned, watching Jack slowly uncover his ears.

“Is Race done talking about whatever he and Spot get up to?” Jack asked, ready to cover his ears once more.

Race nodded, kicking his feet to rest on the table while everyone else calmed and sat down in their usual places. “Besides Jack, whoever said it was Spot that put a quarter in me?”

“As if it would be anyone else.” Jack scoffed, giving him a look.

Race grinned. “Nah, it was Sister Mary Margaret at the church.”

“ANTIONIO HIGGINS!” Davey and Jack both roared while Katherine’s eyes went wide.

Race looked at both of them before bursting out laughing. “Oh my god no!!! No, no, nopeity, no! Get your damn minds outta the gutter!”

Davey and Jack both relaxed before looking at Race. “Then what was it?”

“I went for confession like a good little Catholic boy I am then I talked to them about next week.” Race gave them a look. “Wow, I honestly don’t have anything to say right now.”

The lightbulbs went on for both Davey and Jack as Race’s words sunk in. The two visibly relaxed and the tension in the room escaped.

Quiet descended in the room as Katherine, Jack, Davey and Race all looked at one another before Race started laughing, thinking back on the last 15 minutes. “I can-cannot believe y-you …..”

The other three started laughing as well leaving the younger kids to look at the adults as if they had lost their minds.

Catching his breath, Race wheezed, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Are we all good? Can we start the meeting now that we’re 15 minutes late?”

Jack stood, holding his hand out for Race. “We’re good. Just don’t eat so much sugar next time we have a meeting, got it?”

Saluting him, Race grinned settling in for the meeting. He loved being in the lodging house at night because there was always something going on. Most nights it had to do with the littles but every now and then it had to do with him and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

This one kinda got away from me. I wrote one version, didn’t like it, deleted it and wrote this. I had some fun writing this. Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending this in!!!

[ao3feed-newsies]

if there's any other way to spell the word that's fine with me

by, lverby by lverby "David Jacobs, is my name your phone password?" - or, jack finds out davey's password. Words: 456, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of drabbles!! Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Cooking, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Drabble, Drabble Collection, no beta we die like davey's tarantula line read : https://ift.tt/tbryL0Q - September 09, 2024 at 09:10PM

[wide-eyed--wonderer]

#2 - have you lost you damn mind

Thank you so much for sending this in! I had a lot of fun with it!!

“Jack, me and Kath having something to tell you, and you might hate us, but we’re your best friends and we want what’s best for you” 

“Race might take offence to that Davey” 

“Jack”

“I’m just saying Davey, actually Charlie would too, you know” 

“Jack,” Kath interrupted softly, “stop trying to deflect, trust us, ok?” 

“Jack,” Davey continued, “Kath and I, we, well we did a thing, and again, I mean I really hope you don’t hate us, but I feel like, at least for a little bit you might get really mad, but like, really we just want to help and”

“Davey, you’re scaring me here, just spit it out would ya?” 

“Well, we kinda maybe sentinanapplicationforSantaFeArtSchool” 

Silence. The three close friends looked at each other, watching for the others' reactions.

Jack was looking to see if his two best friends in the world were joking, they had to be right? There is no way that they had actually gone and done this.

Davey was waiting for Jack to explode in their faces. Because Jack had a pretty stable life, and a job, and even if he didn't always love teaching high school PE, it gave him the cash he needed to take care of his two little brothers, and this art school was gonna take that stability away. And Jack was right earlier, his brothers were the two most important people in his life.

Kath was easily the most calm of the three. Was she expecting Jack to get angry? Of course, but she knew she had a couple Aces up her sleeve.

“Have the two of you lost your damn minds?” Jack growled, “how the hell am I supposed to do this, not only can I not afford art school, especially Santa goddamn Fe Art School but in case you forgot, I got two little brothers who need me to have a job so they can, you know, eat and..” 

“JACK,” Kath interrupted, “firstly, I need you to stop and take a deep breath, ok?? Secondly, obviously, Davey and I thought about the boys ok? You know we love them too. We already talked to both schools, you can teach and study at the same time.” 

“And, well, the program you’re in is to teach high school art,” Davey continued, “so not only is this degree practical, but you already are gonna have a job lining up in your dream career. You know Dentons reaching his retirement age, and you know that school and all those loves you and has more than enough PE teachers. They can sacrifice you to the art program. If anyone can get kids interested in art, it’s you, Jackie.” 

Jack looked between his two best friends and felt the anger leaving his system and being replaced with absolute joy and disbelief. But there was still one problem. 

“I’m sorry for exploding at you guys, but there’s still one problem. It’s expensive as shit. It’s why I became a PE teacher, there’s government funding for that that I’d never get in an art program. And I can’t get a second job to pay for everything, my brothers need me around.” Jack sighed. “So I appreciate it, I do really, but even if I do get in, I don’t think I can go.”

“Well Jack,” Kath smiled, “Davey and I might be able to help with that.”

“I ain’t no charity case Kath,” Jack shot back, “I ain’t taking no money from either of ya”

“You got a scholarship Jackie”  Jack stared wide-eyed at Davey, and every coherent thought left his head.

“I’m sorry repeat that again Davey”

“Not only did you get in,” Davey smiled, “you got a scholarship.” 

Jack’s slacked jaw was the only warning either of them got before Jack talked the both of them to the floor in a bear hug.

“And Davey,” Jack whispered, quiet enough so only the two of them could hear, “I could never hate you.”

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