stoic--rose

[atticus-redwood]

I remember opening night was a nightmare for the Manhattan and Flushing newsies. The person playing Davey got a nose bleed when he first laid eyes on Jack (funny timing if you ask me) Crutchie threw up. One of the Flushing boys threw up, another got a nose bleed, another injured his leg, another threw up on stage, and I passed out😭 We were really going through it-

[antinouswilder]

I told Matthew Duckett he’d brought me to tears again yesterday and he said, “you’d think you’d be used to it by now” sir??? have you seen yourself???

[thegroundsofbrooklyn]

my friend just texted me saying he booked tickets for newsies in june and oh god i can just feel the £25 i got from premium bonds this morning already slipping away

and yeah. i did predict this approximately two and a half hours ago.

[walkman-cat]

one of my favourite parts of uksies was in the final scene when all the newsies are gathering their papers from weasel, wherein race called weasel sweetheart as he grabbed his papes

[athousandboxjumps]

Just bought my ticket to fansie night 👀

[pealeii]

Which borough do you think you'd be from 🤔

I would like to be Brooklyn but ah ha

But I’m probably more Flushing or Woodside

[keerysfreckles]

ok, so I saw your Newsies smau and I was thinking...

Reader plays Eurydice on Hadestown and a while back she broke up with her toxic ex. But then she meets one of the drivers (u can choose which one) at a show one day and yk they fall in love. Inspired by the song All I've Ever Known from Hadestown.

This is hyper specific and u can ignore this, I'm just rambling here

all i've ever known — LN4

pairing: lando norris x bway!reader

warnings: slight smut, allusions to smut, not proofread

a/n: sorry not sorry but ive never listened to the hadestown soundtrack SO going off the vibes of the show and what i know of it from tiktok 🤞🤞

masterlist !

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for the past three months oscar has been begging lando to go to a broadway show with him. every time the brit is asked, he argues that lily should go with oscar. which he denies, explaining lily's hate towards musicals.

yes, maybe oscar was trying to set up one of his closest friends with his teammate. what could be so bad about him trying to be a good wing man?

after asking non stop during the weekend, lando finally agreed to fly to new york with oscar.

on the plane, oscar tried his best to explain the musical to lando. lando however only got more confused as oscar kept talking, so he opted to look it up on google instead.

"why are you so insistent with me going with you anyway? there's 18 other drivers to pick from," lando asks as he and oscar walk through the streets of new york, on their way to the theater. oscar kept looking down at his phone at google maps, displaying the directions to the address.

"first off, you're the closest friend i have on the grid. and second, there's someone i want you to meet."

lando chuckles, "so this was just to set me up?" oscar simply nods. "does my love life seem that depressing to you?"

oscar doesn't answer as they arrive at the theater, already having a large line queued. the mclaren drivers wait in line, signing things and taking pictures here and there as the line continues moving.

both men are handed a playbill at the entrance, to which lando immediately flips through as oscar leads them to their seats.

oscar points out to lando his friend, y/n, in the small booklet. her black and white picture is at the top of the second page, along with a male, who lando could only guess was the other lead in the show.

"your friend is the lead?" lando asks in shock.

oscar laughs, "yeah, she's actually going to school for musical theater at nyu."

lando whistles and looks through the cast again, now noticing a certain celebrity who's playing the male lead.

"jordan fisher?"

oscar only laughs again at his over enthusiastic friend. "you know, for someone who kept saying no, you seem pretty excited to be here."

before lando could come up with a proper comeback, the lights started dimming in the theater, hushing the crowd.

oscar kept stealing glances towards lando throughout the whole show. he couldn't help but smile as his face lit up as y/n first stepped out on stage.

lando looked like a kid in a candy store. his cheeks flushed and eyes wide, with a smile adorning his features.

at intermission lando immediately started praising y/n towards oscar, telling him how she was made for the stage.

"why don't you tell her that?"

lando only furrowed his eyebrows in response.

"at the end of the show people wait by the stage door to hopefully meet the cast. y/n promised she'd meet us out there."

the two continued talking. oscar answering any questions lando had about the show so far.

the second act of the show went the same as the first, lando being in awe of y/n and oscar smiling at his friend because of his actions.

intentional or not, oscar could tell lando already thought highly of y/n. now the australian could only hope they'd get along once they met.

as soon as the lights dimmed on stage, the audience roared in applause and cheers.

oscar and lando cheered louder when y/n stepped forward, there was no surprise there.

now the duo was waiting outside the theater, their arms wrapped around themselves to try and keep them warm in the chilly new york wind.

"you alright? you seem kind of nervous," oscar states, noticing lando swaying more then usual. a nervous habit he's picked up on over the past year or so.

lando simply shrugs. he was not about to share with oscar how he might've just fallen in love with girl on stage. he never believed in love at first sight before, but now his mind has been changed.

the stage doors opened, revealing y/n and her costar jordan fisher. both were eager to meet the fans who waited, and signed pictures and other items, as well as take pictures with the fans and answer any questions they had.

as y/n was finishing signing a picture for a fan, oscar called her over.

"oscar!" y/n giggled as she jogged towards him and lando.

oscar hugged and congratulated her, lando doing the same.

"so you're the famous lando he keeps talking about," y/n smiles up at him, taking in his features for the first time.

lando laughed before looking at oscar, "what on earth have you told her about me?"

"nothing bad don't worry," oscar pats his shoulder, as y/n simply chuckles.

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three weeks have passed since y/n and lando met. they were lucky enough to get each other's phone numbers before departing on the night they met. the two haven't stopped talking since.

lando told y/n he'd be back in new york with his close friend max.

y/n couldn't help but grow excited at the news, counting down the few days until lando would be back in the states.

to add to the surprise of lando showing up, he was currently waiting outside the stage door, just like last time when he was here.

he made sure to keep the secret of being in the audience tonight, knowing how happy it would make y/n once she saw him there.

just like every other night, y/n was talking with the fans, simply going down the line taking pictures and signing items.

it was when she turned, "lando!" she laughed, finally noticing the brit standing off to the side.

she ran towards him, jumping against him to tackle him in a hug. he held his arms out, prepared for impact as he spun her around once.

"i thought you were getting here tomorrow," y/n holds onto his biceps as he sets her down, his hands never leaving her waist.

"i convinced my friend to leave a day early. mainly 'cause you had a show tonight."

"lan, that is so sweet," the nickname fell right off her tongue. lando couldn't help but feel his cheeks warm as she said it.

"only issue is he's still getting here tomorrow," lando frowns slightly, "he was busy filming a video for quadrant."

y/n nods in understanding, then an idea hits her. "well if you don't have a hotel already, you could stay at my apartment?"

lando chooses to ignore the feeling in his chest as she asked, simply nodding.

"great! my cars just parked in the garage behind the theater," y/n boldly grabs a hold of his hand, not that he'd complain for one second about it.

"sorry it's not as fancy as your many mclarens," y/n laughs as the two get in the small car.

"it suits you," lando smiles, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

the continue continue talking on the way to y/n's apartment. the conversation flowing from lando's hobbies, to y/n's least favorite food, and to what they like to do on their free time.

"it might be a bit messy," y/n states as she unlocks the door.

lando looks around after stepping inside. the walls of the living room are decorated just as he imagined, colorful yet collected. everything went together.

"are you hungry? or just tired?" y/n asks.

"i'm insanely jet lagged, but was worth it staying up to see you perform again," he smiled, watching as a blush made it ways to y/n's cheeks.

"are you okay with the couch?"

lando nods, watching the girl get two blankets and a pillow from somewhere in a room down the hallway. lando guessed it was from her own room.

y/n now noticed lando was still wearing jeans, knowing their not the most comfortable item to sleep in.

after finding a pair of extra large sweatpants and a larger shirt for lando, the two exchanged goodnight. y/n closed her door as she heard the netflix app loading on her living room tv.

what both y/n and lando weren't aware of, is how they couldn't get the other out of their heads.

lando thought about how close he and y/n have gotten in the past month. he only wanted to know more about her.

y/n was in the same boat in her room, as she kept tossing and turning, messing up her sheets more and more. of course she would admit she likes lando, just never to his face.

she loved when he was around, and only wished he was around whenever the two were apart.

five minutes pass as y/n's done contemplating about the ordeal. 'now or never' she tells herself while getting out of her bed. she takes a deep breath before opening her bedroom door.

"lan?"

lando was stood in front of her, equally as startled. she notices his hand raised slightly, she could only guess he was going to knock on her door.

lando's gaze flickers between y/n's eyes, before silently pulling her face towards his. her hands immediately fall to his waist while their lips collide.

he simply pushes forward, guiding them into her room as the kiss only grows more heated.

y/n moans into lando's mouth as his teeth graze her bottom lip. the two's lips stay connected as y/n's legs hit her bed.

their heavy panted breaths mix as y/n brings lando's shirt over his head. she can't help but stare at his toned body, blushing as he catches her in the act.

lando helps her lean back onto her bed, kissing down her exposed neck, his pants growing tighter at the feeling of her fingers gripping onto his curls.

"lan," y/n mumbles, "lando," she calls again.

he looks down at her, his pupils wide and breathing jagged. "yeah?"

"do you want this? like really want this?" y/n asks, not wanting to force anything on him.

lando quickly nods, "y/n i've never been more sure of anything."

he leans down to kiss her, this one being slower than before. a silent agreement between the two, both knowing how they needed this.

[lau219]

Kinktober Kickoff!!!

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Tell Me The Truth

•• Jonathan Crane x Reader ••

Mood board and snippet tonight. Full story tomorrow night! Snippet below the cut.

*****

“You thought I didn’t know, didn’t you?” Jonathan affectionately teased her, his voice soft and his gaze intense as he looked at her. Somehow, his entire aura was contradictorily both soothing and intimidating, and Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as he stepped even closer.

Automatically, and feeling somewhat hazy, she spread her legs to allow him to stand between them, and as he did, Jonathan reached up and gently grasped her chin, stroking it with his thumb as he looked down at her. Nervously, Y/N’s eyes kept darting between his eyes and his lips, her heart pounding and her body flushed as he spoke again.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I knew. I’ve known all along.”

*****

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@hannibellector @seedlings-stuff @meister95 @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree @beastofburdenxo

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@sl-newsie @mrs-bond @shopgirl6us @cillianbabe @myers-meadow

[wren-is-a-wreck]

I have something I’d like to say…

NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAY

(newsies need our help today)

TELL EM BROOKLYNS ON THE WAY

(tell em BROOKLYNS on the way)

We’re from BROOKLYN we are NEWSIES

we are BROOKLYN

NEWSIEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS

JUST GOT WORD THAT OUR BUDDIES IS HURTIN

FACIN TOTAL DISASTER FOR CERTAIN

THATS OUR CUE BOYS ITS TIME TO GO SLUMMIN

HEY MANHATTAN THE CAVALRYS COMIN

have no feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaarrrrr

(u know we got yo back from way! back!)

Brooklyns heeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeeee

(we’ll get yo pay back and some pay!back!)

WERE THE BOYS FROM THE BEACHES OF BRIGHTON

PROSPECT PARK AND THE NAVY YARD PIER

STRIKES AINT FUN BUT THEY SURE IS EXCITING

LOUD AND CLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAR

BROOKLYNSS HEEEEeeeerrrrreeeee

borough what gave me birth

friendliest place on earth!

give us a visit and sees what we mean

And when ya doooooooo

(when ya dooooooooooo)

(when ya doooooooooooooo)

WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS

NOW THEM SOAKERS IS IN FOR A SOAKIN

WHAT A SAD WAY TO END A CAREER

THEYS A JOKE BUT IF THEY THINKS WERE JOKING

LOUD AND CLEAR

MANHATTANS HEREEEEEEEEE

FLUSHINGS HEREEEEEEEEEEE

RICHMONDS HEREEEEEEEEEE

WOODSIDES HEREEEEEEEEEE

SOS DA BRONX!

BROOKLYNS HEEEEEEEEERRRREEEE

LOUD AND CLEEEEEEEAAAAAR

WE IS HEEEEEEEERE

[racetrackmybeloved]

i cannot get over how FAR the boys travelled to tell the other boroughs about the strike. mush, race, buttons and tommy boy going to different areas of manhattan is great and all, but can we talk about specs and jojo for a minute?

since woodside and flushing appeared as two different newsie groups in brooklyn's here, i'm assuming specs had to talk to them separately. the only bridge across the east river in 1899 was the brooklyn bridge, so he had to go via brooklyn.

lower manhattan to woodside (via downtown brooklyn) to flushing then back to lower manhattan (via downtown brooklyn) is 26.1 MILES. context, a freaking marathon is 26.2 miles.

lower manhattan to the bronx and back via the third avenue bridge is 23.6 MILES. 8 HOURS AND 56 MINUTES OF WALKING.

public transportation obviously existed but it was slow and likely Not Very Good. also probably out of their budget. on top of that, the trolley strike was still going on, so in all likelihood specs and jojo would have had to walk at least a significant portion of the way.

and that's not even to mention the potential dangers of entering other newsie groups' turf. while everyone else is scared of going to brooklyn, specs is passing through like the badass he is.

conclusion: jojo and specs are absolute kings

[bigmack2go]

Things every newsie production should have:

A red lil handcart that Albert drags around (w\ his papes)

A slingshot integrated in crutchies crutch

Jack having his god damn bandana and cowboy hat

Kid blink having his god damn eyepatch

Specs having his god damn hat

The statue of horace greenley (or at least the sockel)

A red carpet when medda performs

Romeo having like a lollipop or smt in his mouth at all times

Katherine wearing pants in kony

Race just randomly sprinting over the stage for no reason at all (i mean like the times like after the bottom line,,, like the transitions yk??)

Hannah mocking pulitzer with gestures whenever hes not looking

(Smalls wearing her hair open but hiding it in her hat hurriedly whenever an adult comes around)

(York having long hair)

Jojo always holding his hat in his hand for whatever reason

Buttons always sewing smt

Elmers clothes being patchwork almost exclusively

Davey having a handkerchief to fidget with

Les having random shit in his hat

Flushing being greencoded

(The stairs as little tribunes in the theatre)

Mush always palying with and throwing around a little baseball

Newsies rolling up their papers and using it like a megaphone when they needa be loud

Bunk beds as the lodge.

Davey holding Les’s eyes when jack and katherine kiss

Davey being the only one not freaking out and clapping for jack and katherine (if anything looking disapointed)

[atticus-redwood]

Bloodmoon

@forest-city you asked for this.

Part 1/?? (This will be a comic when finished.)

Felix didn’t know what he’d want when he got in a relationship. He certainly didn’t expect this.

That night, seemed peaceful, he wanted to watch the moon, the trees, the soft lapping of the waves, that was his favorite. While everyone was sleeping, he’d sneak out of his house and walk so he could peacefully enjoy the night air.

Felix thought he was the only one awake that night too. That was until he heard the clacking of hooves and the loud treading of wooden wheels. From what he could hear behind him was an old wooden horse drawn carriage. Then he heard the shouting of a police officer.

Someone messed up..

Felix sighed and stepped out of the road. He watched as the first horse raced by, a wagon attached to its saddle. Atticus was struggling to balance on it, using his crowbar to hold himself. Felix’s gaze hardened, then softened.

Confused, intrigued, he continued watching as the second horse, a police horse, raced after the first.

Sure, he loved the peace, but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? Felix, being the slightly out of mind teenager he was, started chasing the first horse too, obviously not nearly as fast.

Though for a split second, he could catch a glimpse of the stressed blonde on the wagon, just next to him. “Hey!” Felix shouted, Atticus looked at him.

“Ain’t never met an idiot like you before!” Atticus yelled at Felix, warningly, loud over the clacking of hooves and wooden wheels turning against stone.

“I-” Felix started before he tripped, twisting his ankle on the way down. Though, before he could even get close enough to the ground, he felt a cold curved object snatch him by the collar of his shirt.

One second he was on the road, the next he was sitting in the wagon with Atticus.

“Jesus Christ, what kinda idiot starts chasin’ a criminal?” Atticus lectured him, mainly just butt sore from falling on his ass in the wagon considering that crowbar was the only thing keeping him standing stable.

Felix sighed, beating himself up inside as he looked at Atticus. Heavily bruised knuckles, dirty, breathing heavily, dark blue eyes that seemed to replace the lapping waves he originally sneaked out for, a scar that brings mysterious aura to the situation if it weren’t for the personality of the person speaking, one that matched his own. At least, in cause. A violent aura that felt like death. Like a whole murder of crows.

“Woah- uh..”

“What!? NOW you’re speechless? Jesus, kid, never do that again!”

“S-Sorry. Uh, my name’s Felix.”

Atticus sighed, not being able to introduce himself the way he normally would from his position pissed him off. He usually would bow, shake the greeter’s hand, and say ‘The name’s Atticus, pleasure of meetin’ ya’s mine.’

He couldn’t really bow, and he really didn’t wanna shake hands when his were so sore. “The name’s Atticus. I’d say pleasure to meetcha, but it really ain’t.”

“How long do these normally last?” Felix questioned the obvious police chase.

“Normally not long if y’know how ta hide, but it was too dark to see this beauty here,” Atticus pats the horse. “So when I hid in the wagon it really didn’t end well. Not a clue, maybe he’ll give up?” He leaned into the old, softwood wagon, smelling the mixture of sap and rain in the splintering wood.

“Huh.. alright.”

“That’s it?”

“Not really my business why we’re here. I butted in, I’m sorry.”

Atticus sat up on his elbows, staring at Felix with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not gonna try ta defend yaself?”

“I know I’m in the wrong.” Felix sighed.

“Huh..” Atticus was slightly amused, he’s heard so many excuses these past 7 months. “Y’dunno how relievin’ it is hearin’ some accountability.” He stumbled on the word ‘Accountability’.

Atticus leaned back down and breathed deeply, a struggle he hated having. He looked at Felix. Fluffy, curly, black hair, forest green eyes like the leaves of a mistletoe, pale like a dove, freckles splattered all over his face, and a scar over his eye, brings a mysterious feeling. Tall. Atticus couldn’t care less.

“This is gonna be a long night, pretty boy, so take a breath.” Atticus closed his eyes.

Part 2

[best-movie-ever-tournament]

The Hunchback:

This whole production is amazing. But the musical aspects are so mind blowing. Every song goes harder than it needs to. Every character feels so flushed out despite the movie being marketed as a children's movie. Is it perfect? no, not as the most faithful adaptation or politically, but it does have very important and passionate messages

Not a perfect film but some of those songs some of those moments are absolutely splendid. It's the best opening song of the Disney Renaissance it goes so flipping hard

Newsies:

The one where Disney?? was on the side of striking workers?? An absolute gem and essential viewing for any red diaper babies in your life <3

You know it's good when your teacher plays it during the industrial revolution unit

do you hate capitalism and enjoy fun group numbers? then this is the show for you! featuring a flawed protagonist that is allowed to make mistakes and grow from them!

Listen to these freaking songs tell me I'm wrong look at young Christian Bale the freaking theater kid!

[brooklynscamp]

Well wada’ ya know you found my blog

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THIS IS MY NEWSIES RP BLOG SEND YOUR ASKS IT ONLY COSTS A QUARTAH’

main blog: @casp1an-sea

on this blog you can speak to Scamp (#scamp 🗞️), Weeds (#Weeds 🪙), or Rafferty (#Raffy 👞)

picrew: Makowka

Scamp is my OC/self insert, 17, male, He/him, gay. Was born in Louisana, now an orphan. Worked as a coal boy on the railroads so has traveled around the states (yes he’s been to Santa Fe) settled down in Brooklyn till he was chased out by cops raiding a gay bar and fled to manhattan where he recently joined Jack’s gang. He went by his real name Russle “Rus” back in Brooklyn before Jack dubbed him the name Scamp. Has a side job pulling curtains at medda’s. He is friends with Spot, Mush, Splasher, Crutchie, and the characters bellow, but aside from spot he hasn’t rly had the chance to get to know people yet.

NO NSFW romance is fine—————————————————————————

Other Characters:

(Aside from Weeds and Alfred these are my IRL’s self inserts so I designed them but do not own them. You can send asks to Scamp about them or directly speak to Weeds or Alfred even though this is technically a scamp blog)

I made a character for every role I played lmao

- Patrick AkA Weeds

A Richmond Newsie with a strong Irish Accent. Twin brother of Raffy they don’t get along. best friends with Stacks, attached at the hip with Worm.

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- Rafferty AkA Raff/Raffy

A former Richmond Newsie that now works for Wiesel. Friends with the Delancey Brothas’ Twin brother to Weeds they don’t get along. Has a strong Irish accent. He gets in fights with Specs and Race a lot. Considers Specs to be his number one rival. —————————————————————————

- Queenie

They’re a Bowery Beauty (the one Les tried to hit on lmao) They are Worm’s older sibling.

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- Worm

A newsie from Richmond, best friends with stacks attached to the hip with Weeds.

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- Stacks

a newsie from lower Manhattan (originally from Richmond) known for being short. Best friends with Weeds and Worm, just recently met Scamp.

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- Lenard

a newsie from flushing who spends a lot of time in Manhattan. knew Scanp before he came to Manhattan.

character based on @ravenwing0110

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- Dash (Scab 1)

A newsie from the Bronx who’s actually Scamps little brother (they don’t know that) the first scab from that scene before seize the day to join Jack’s gang. Friends with Spot. Has a joke rivalry with splasher.

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- Rusty

a Manhattan Newsie that also works at Medda’s for extra change. He helped Scamp get his job. Nephew of both Mr. Jacobi and Nunzio. How? Idk

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- Darling

she’s the older sister of Rusty and the one who got him the job at Medda’s.

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- Sparky

a Manhattan newsie who just met Scamp. His older sister is a nun and his mother works as one of Pulitzer’s secretaries. character based on @messylxve

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- Maria Wright

one of pulitzers secretaries. Her son is a newsboy and her daughter is a nun.

character based on @messylxve —————————————————————————

@bigmack2go @distant-velleity @messylxve

@ravenwing0110

[youaintnothinbuta]

The boys notice a hickey - Jack Kelly x reader

Summary: the boys tease Jack about a hickey on his neck

Pairing: reader x jack Kelly

Word count: 327

Warnings: drabble, cringe, probs typos <3

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Jack was leaning against a crate, his usual confident demeanor slightly off-kilter. Spot leaned in with a sly grin, his voice teasing. “Hey, Jack, you got yourself a new accessory there?”

Jack's eyes widened for a split second before he glanced down at his shoulder, a faint blush tinging his cheeks. He quickly adjusted his collar, attempting to cover up the visible marks on his skin.

Mush nudged Race with a knowing look.

“Looks like Jack's been keepin' busy.”

Race chuckled, shaking his head. “Gotta give him credit, he's gettin' creative.”

The newsies shared amused glances, their laughter echoing through the street.

Jack cleared his throat, his tone defensive. “You guys are unbelievable.”

You, who had been leaning against a nearby wall, stepped forward with a playful grin. “Oh, it’s fine, Jack. They're just having a bit of fun.”

Jack shot you back a mocking glare, his embarrassment evident. “Thanks for the backup.”

Spot raised an eyebrow, his tone. “So, Jack, where'd you two disappear to last night, huh?”

You answered for him, figuring he’d end up digging himself a hole one way or another. “We went to the park, Spot. Just enjoying the night.”

Mush leaned in, his voice filled with curiosity. “Enjoyin' the night, huh? Sounds romantic.”

Jack's cheeks flushed even darker as he attempted to change the subject. “What are you, writing a book? I don’t need to recount my evenings to you.”

The boys continued to exchange knowing glances, their playful teasing unrelenting. Jack sighed in mock exasperation, his arm draped around your shoulders.

“Alright, alright, have your fun,” he conceded, his gaze fixed on you, “we’re leaving.”

“Another stroll in the park?” Race called as Jack walked you away from the group. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at them, and Jack, you thought it was incredibly sweet how shy he’d become over anyone pointing out the marks he’d so desperately needed placed all over his chest just a day prior.

[lovingmusicalmen]

May I request a blurb for the prompt “Do you want me to carry you?” with Davey Jacobs x Reader? Or Jack Kelly x Reader, whichever you prefer.

I hope you enjoy!! This is my first time writing for Davey so let me know what you think!

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 17 - "Do you want me to carry you?"

Les was fast asleep, head resting on Y/N's knees as she idly combed through the kid's hair, talking to the other Newsies.

Davey, Jack and Les had finished up selling early that day and so had headed back to the lodging house to kill time, and go over future plans for the union. One by one, as more Newsies had returned from their days exploits, the conversation had gone from work-orientated to just chatting among each other.

Davey seemed more at ease than Y/N had seen him... well, ever, if she was going to be honest. Since she had met him, Davey had been stressed out and nervous about the future of his family, the strike, the union and now his newly acquainted brothers. So it was nice to see him relaxing with the other sellers. Cracking jokes with Crutchie and teasing Race over his latest gambling loss.

Les, however, had not quite kept up. He had come over to Y/N almost the moment she had returned to the lodging house and sat down to join her friends and demanded her attention. The kid was inexplicably fond of her - Y/N suspected it had something to do with her teaching him to tie his laces, and agreeing not to tell the other boys he hadn't known how to do it up until then in case they teased him.

Davey had confided in her that Les' admiration more than likely actually stemmed from the strike itself. She had stuck by his side through the whole ordeal, taking a couple of blows on his behalf when the bulls had arrived and she had been desperate to get him as far away from the fighting as possible.

(Davey had also admitted, rather shyly, with flushed pink cheeks that he, too, had been touched by the attention shown to his younger brother. Grateful to her that she had been looking out for him. Y/N had wondered then if she was naive for wanting to read into his words, to try and convince herself that he returned her affections)

Les had grown sleepy quickly, though. And had passed out across Y/N's lap with the quiet murmurings of the Newsies to keep him company. Davey had met her eyes a couple of times across the room, since seeing his younger brother fast asleep on her lap. And there was an undeniable apology in his expression, which Y/N was quick to dismiss each time with a grin and shake of her head.

She didn't mind it at all.

(And no, that had nothing to do with the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach when she saw Davey looking over towards her and Les with such gentle affection)

The evening had, in short, been close to perfect.

Davey stood from where he had been resting on Crutchie's bed, leaning against the wall as he chatted idly with Race and Albert, and he stretched out his arms. Y/N could have sworn that she heard his back give a crack at the movement.

"I should probably get home - our folks will be worrying about us," Davey offered by way of explanation. There were nods and farewells called to him from around the room and Davey picked his way across the floor to reach Y/N and Les.

He offered her the shy smile she was used to seeing him wear and he reached up to ruffle his hair a little under his cap.

"Figure I should collect your limpet," he said, a teasing edge to his voice. "Sorry about him."

"Don't apologise - he's a sweet kid," Y/N paused before adding: "and you're a real good brother to him, Dave."

A pink hue sprinkled across the apples of Davey's cheeks, but Y/N forced herself to look away from it, gently shaking the kid on her lap.

Les groaned and swatted at her hand.

"Leave me alone," he grumbled. Y/N shared an amused glance with Davey, who crouched down.

"Come on - we've gotta get home, Les."

"I'm comfortable," he complained again, opening his eyes just enough to shoot his brother a glare. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

Davey caught the action though, rolling his eyes at her in exasperation.

"I can't imagine it's all that comfortable for Y/N, though. Come on, get up."

Les opened his eyes again, this time directed up at Y/N in the same puppy-dog expression she knew Jack had been training him in to sell his papers.

"Y/N" he whined. Y/N chuckled and pinched his arm lightly.

"What do you want me to do, kid? Do you want me to carry you home?" She joked. Les looked contemplative though, and then nodded.

"That would work," he agreed.

Y/N burst out laughing, and Davey sighed again, letting his head fall down onto the mattress beside his brother.

"I told mum and dad you were a heathen," he complained. "I said they should've just stuck with me and Sarah."

"This is why I like Y/N," Les huffed, aiming a kick at Davey. "She's nice to me."

"Alright, kid - come on, your parents will be worried," Y/N cut in, laughing quietly. She pushed him off of her lap and stood up. "How does a piggy back ride sound?"

Ten minutes later, the three of them were walking the route back to Davey's family home. Les had fallen back asleep, resting on Y/N's lap, and Davey hadn't stopped spewing apologies for his brother's actions.

"Dave - I mean it, you don't need to apologise," she said with a gentle laugh. "Manhatten's nice to walk through at this time of night, anyway." She shot a teasing look at him from the corner of her eye. "Besides, the company's not all too bad, either."

Davey went bright pink, mouth gaping open slightly as he processed her... rather forward words.

"I mean - I'd never complain at the chance to spend more time with you," he managed to get out, smiling awkwardly at her.

"Such a charmer, Jacobs."

"You started it!"

The two of them lapsed into quiet laughter for a moment. Just as the two of them turned the corner down into Davey's street, he spoke again.

"Well... would I be able to take you out some time? To make up for this?" He gestured at the sleeping kid. "Without my brother, and the other's, I mean. Since we... like spending time together, and all," he added awkwardly.

"You asking me on a date, Jacobs?"

"That.... depends on your answer?" Davey tried weakly and Y/N laughed.

"And if my answer's a yes?" She asked as they came to a stop outside of the Jacobs' front door. Davey stepped forwards to scoop Les into his arms instead.

"Then yeah - definitely a date," Davey confirmed, far more confidently.

Y/N offered a crooked grin and stepped up to press a kiss to his cheek, marvelling in the stunned expression the action left behind.

"Then I'll see you tomorrow, Dave."

(Can confirm, Les was 100% not asleep, just sick of Davey's pining and decided to take matters into his own hands)