#spes newsies

[shsl-fander]

I had a genius idea for a newsies au if anyone wants to rp it with me PLEASE reach out

It takes place in a modern settings and either they are the same age or a little bit older

The Manhattan newsies are all in a band but one day their guitarist drops out, so Jack who was the lead singer has to take guitar and still some vocals bur they need another singer now and jack meets Davey, this dorky kid who seems different from all his friends bur *damn* can he sing so he offers for him to join. Obviously theres a blooming romance between Jack and Davey and Jack is VERY flirtatious with him.

Also important detail, the guitarist who dropped out is none other than Katherine Pulitzer, who is Jack's ex girlfriend.

And their rival band are the brooklyn boys with Spot Conlon as the lead singer

Ideas for Manhattan band:

Davey on lead vocals

Jack on guitar

Albert on drums

Specs on keys

Race on bass

[mouseford]

me: nice newsies reference

[all-hail-the-witcher]

“they told me you passed out, how do you feel?” with jack and race pls? not slash, they are very much my brotp

hm yes yes

im not sure if this is good

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How Are You Feeling?

ship: jack and race brotp, implied ralbert

genre: hurt comfort / soft angst

warnings: race is sick, jack is stupid

word count: 574

editing: no

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Jack ran through the busy streets of New York, the cool October air stinging his cheeks. Albert had run by his selling spot a few minutes ago rambling about how Race had passed out while the two of them were selling and how he needed to get to the lodging house now.

Jack pushed open the door and ran up to the bunk room, skidding to a stop in front of Race and Albert’s bunk. Race was laying on the lower bunk - which usually belonged to Albert - the blanket bunched around his waist and the sunlight from the windows accentuating the sheen of sweat on his pale skin. Specs was sitting next to him, pressing a cold washcloth to his forehead. At the sound of Jack’s footsteps he looked up.

“Good, you’re here,” he said softly as to not wake Race.

“Is he okay?” Jack whispered, taking Specs’s seat as he stood up.

“He will be, probably,” Specs shouldered his pape bag and picked Race’s up from the end of his bed. “Looks like just a high fever right now. Albert ran down to Jacobi’s to get him some soup, he should be back soon. I gotta get back out there, Al asked me to cover for Race,” he held up Race’s half empty paper bag. “Just try to keep him cool, okay? He might start hallucinating, if he does just try to keep him calm.”

“Okay, thanks Specs,” Jack said, waving to him as he walked out. Then he turned back to Race. He removed the washcloth from his head and pressed his palm there instead, retracting it almost immediately. Race was burning up, quite literally. Jack quickly placed the washcloth back on his forehead.

Race’s eyes fluttered open halfway. “Spe’s?” he mumbled.

“No, it’s Jack.”

Race gave him a weak smile. “‘Ey Jack.”

“Albert told me you passed out,” Jack whispered. “How are you feeling?”

Race attempted to shrug. “I’ve been bett’r,” he rasped before erupting in a fit of coughing.

Jack eased him up carefully and began to rub his back while he coughed, wincing at his scorching skin. After Race’s coughing had ceased, Jack spoke up.

“I have an idea,” Jack said, gently lifting Race up off the bed into his arms. Race didn’t even protest, which Jack found a little worrying. Usually Race hated being carried by anyone. He made his way over to the window and opened it, gently climbing through with Race.

Race let out a pleased sigh as the cool air hit his scorching skin.

Jack smiled, moving Race’s head into his lap, gently rubbing his head. “We can’t stay out here long. I don’t want you to get worse and Albert is bound to yell at me for letting you out there when he gets back.” Albert was the worst worried boyfriend Jack had ever seen.

Race said nothing in response and Jack looked down to see his eyes had slipped closed again and his chest was rising and falling gently.

Jack’s hand slowed on Race’s head and he let out a whine of protest. “Keep goin’,” he mumbled. “Feels nice.”

Jack resumed the small circular motions through Race’s curly locks as he stared out at the city, deciding that they would stay out for a few more minutes before Jack would bring Race back inside. Albert’s boyfriend status gave him more authority over Jack’s best friend status and he didn’t want to die today.

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you can totally bet that Albert showed up two seconds later and screamed at jack for bringing race outside when he was sick

also you can bet that 900% of the reason why race is sick is because Jack dared him to stick his face in a bucket of ice water

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tag list

@fairly-awkward-trashcan

@well-the-kids-do-too

@racetrackcook

@bouncyscreamingnewsboys

@ughwaitwhat

@aw-jus-let-em-try

@ben-cook-can-cook

@the-woild-is-my-what-now

@elmer-s-s0cks

@voice-foundshoe-lost

@galaxy-trees13

@stopthe-presses

@ridin-in-style

@pinecovewoods

@imjusttheoutgoingsidekick

@i-got-no-clue-what-im-doing

@bencookisagod

@be-more-chill-evan-hansen

@hellasoulless

@stellar-alpaca

@saxoph-ella

@smolcanadiangirl

@the-kool-aid-man-is-real

@the-newsies-justice-for-zas-blog

@insane-tomato

@so-up-rolls-a-riot-van

@spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn