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"No way! What are you doing here?" "Is it okay to give you a hug?" "Hi, I… I don't really know what to say."

Word Count ;; 1,714

SUMMERY ;; Jack's return from Santa Fe. Will the boys be mad at him or will they welcome him back with open arms?

A voice mumbled to himself, staring into a mirror and holding a frown on his face. Jack had just recently returned from Santa Fe with only one person knowing of it. One of his friends, David Jacobs. Not even the women he’d fallen in love with knew he was back. Katherine didn’t know, Race didn’t know, none of them did. Only Davey.

But now Jack was having second thoughts. He had already left them once, during the strike. Will they still trust him after all of this? Leaving them, leaving Davey in charge until he went back to school? Jack hadn’t even known that the taller male had taken selling newspapers as an early morning job. He hadn’t dropped out of school, no. Sometimes, when everyone was done with work, Davey would join them at Jacobi’s and help teach the other Newsies whatever he was learning.

“Jack, I assure you. You’ll be okay. None of them are mad at you. Well- maybe Spot, but we’re not going to Brooklyn yet. Just Manhattan, okay?” He spoke firmly, placing his hands on Jack’s shoulders and making the male face him. Jack slowly nodded his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as his lips were in a thin line. “If youse’ say so, Davey. It’s just- nerve wrecking.” The shorter explained, running a hand through his hair.

Though only a sigh escaped the taller. “And that’s normal. Come on, we’re meeting at Medda’s theater in less than an hour. I’d say thirty minutes. We can stop by my family’s apartment, pick up Les, and then head there.” He explained, removing his hands from Jack’s shoulder and nodding his head. “Okay?” It took Jack a couple seconds to answer. “Okay.”

Grabbing his hat and fixing his vest, Davey began to walk as Jack followed quietly. They’d been at the lodge, nobody was there until later on as it grew darker. That was common and something Davey had learned to deal with while spending his time with the boys. Race was usually the latest, having been spending his time at the races. Always betting on one of the horses.

Davey learned from one of the others that Race would’ve killed to be one of those guys. The wind breezing by as you raced with a stallion. He learned that a while ago while Jack was gone. As they walked to Medda’s, they spoke amongst one another. Just mindless chatter. It’s been a while since Jack left, a year or two. Mind as well catch up.

The streets of New York weren’t entirely busy, which just meant the Newsies were most likely at Jacobi’s. So Davey had to lead them a different way so as to not get caught. They all knew Davey had something to talk to them about at Medda’s, and she too gave them permission to even use the theater. They just needed that permission and then everything would be okay. As long as Jack and Davey could get to the theater before any of the other boys, everything would be okay. But knowing how some of the boys, for example, Race and Albert, could get there fast, it was difficult. 

The two continued to walk, Jack messing with the red bandana that would be around his neck and resting casually, like a cowboy would. Well, they usually had it tied, but right now, Jack just messed with it in his hands. He had left his cowboy hat back at Davey’s, hopin Les wouldn’t notice it when the boy went home later on in the day. Then again, Les was trusted with Race and Albert right now, which Davey was slowly questioning why exactly he had done that. A soft sigh escaped Jack as he looked to the brunette beside him. “Feels like things ain’ changed, ain’ it, Davey?” He questioned, earning a chuckle from the boy.

“Nothing’s changed much. Spot comes down here a bit from time to time, but like usual most of his time is spent in Brooklyn. Pulitzer’s been… Well, Pulitzer. Katherine says you two write back and forth sometimes. That’s nice.” He explained as he walked, his thumbs in his pockets as he walked with a relaxed stance. He wasn’t stiff, wasn’t nervous, unlike Jack. He smiled at the mention of Katherine, nodding his head right after. “Yeah. We’s write. I’s just been busy workin’ with a lotta’ animals and everythin. I’s never told ya, I work on a ranch. It’s fun!” He spoke, before an idea popped into his head. “Hey, hey! Why’s don’t I’s take you all there one day? I’s think it’d be fun!”

The sudden excitement of Jack made David smile, nodding his head. “I’d just have to get the permission from my folks to bring Les with us. And if anything, they’d say yes so long as we write. You know how worried they would be about Les.” He explained, gently nudging Jack’s shoulder and letting out a soft laugh. “We’ll go through the backstage doors into Medda’s. By now, the boys should be heading to the front and into their usual seats.” He explained with a soft chuckle. Nodding his head slowly, Jack continued to follow Davey to the back of Medda’s. The same way they had run when running from Snyder. Oh boy, was that a memory. Now that he thought about it ,was Snyder still in jail? Letting a sigh out, Jack nodded his head before following after David. He was okay. Sure, he’s messing with his nails, but that’s become a habit. 

A habit when it came to picking the dirt under his nails, a habit when messing with them, everything. But it made sense to an extent. With walking to the back of Medda’s theater and in through the backdoors, the voices of newsies caught Jack’s attention. And oh boy did he get beyond nervous. Well, three voices however, were more heard than anyone’s. On the stage besides Medda were four of his beyond favorite people. Katherine, Race, Les and Crutchie. “Davey said he had something important to tell all of us. What could it be?” Katherine spoke first, looking around before hearing the voice of Davey peak her interest. “You guys came! I thought you’d all just head back home or to the lodge.” He explained, letting out a soft laugh.

Race playfully rolled his eyes, looking at Davey who came out of the shadows and stood in the lights that Medda had pointing towards the stage. He had a small smile before moving out of the way and smiling. He looked back into the shadows, making a “come on out” motion with his hand. After what seemed to be a couple minutes, the famous Jack Kelly, the man of mystery, stepped out of the shadows. Which resulted in the four on stage standing with widened eyes and the crowd of Manhattan’ newsies cheering as loud as they could. Les, who had been holding onto Katherine’s hand as a habit, had let go by now and ran straight to Jack, who was kneeling down and quickly scooped the kid up into a hug. 

After placing Les down, he waited for the next of the three to make their way over. And that said person was Crutchie. Even with a gimp leg, the boy with the crutch wobbled over, quickly hugging Jack and smiling widely. “No way, what are you doing here, Jack!?” He exclaimed, letting out a bunch of laughs and looking up to the man he’d called his older brother. This was a dream. Casey thought it was, at least. He gently pinched his arm, resulting in a soft “ow!” when he had let go of the hug and looked at Jack. “Davey here convinced me to come and visit. But he, I’s got a plan that no one can know just yet.” Little did these boys know, Jack may or may not just be coming back. But nobody, not even Davey, knew. He had a small smile as Crutchie quickly hugged him once more before wobbling back in order to give someone else the next hug. 

To no one’s surprise, the next one up was Racer. The blonde stood with widened eyes, having taken a couple of seconds to really process everything that was happening. He was looking at Jack, his technical leader, before he spoke with a soft tone of voice, his accent not being as thick as it usually was. “Is it okay to give you a hug?” He asked, earning a smile and nod from the brunette he oh so cared about. But when he got that nod, Jack didn’t expect to be literally lifted off his feet for a moment or two and to be held tightly by the blonde. “You’re actually here! Jacky boy, you’re back!” Race began to laugh out, smiling widely as he eventually placed Jack down. The blonde had a slight bit of tears forming in his eyes, in which Jack wiped away with a playful smile on his face. “I’m back for a bit, Racer. Dontcha’ start going all soft and cryin’ now.” He teased, giving a playful jab to the blonde’s shoulder and letting out laughs. Which then resulted in Racer’s mood going from sad to way too happy. 

Lastly to make their way up to Jack, was Katherine. The redheaded female had tears already forming in her eyes. She took a couple of steps towards him, She spoke softly, eventually, lifting her hands to cup his face. “Hi…” She spoke, her hands shaking as she held his face. “I.. I don’t know what to say.” She whispered softly, giving a small smile as she felt the boy wrap his arms around her waist. The feeling of it and everything felt comforting to Katherine as she stared into the newsies eyes. Jack only smiled down to her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “That’s alright. Just sink in the moment that I’s back, Kathy.” He spoke softly, pressing his forehead against hers and letting out a soft laugh. Before he could even think of anything else to say, Katherine pressed a gentle kiss against Jack’s lips, smiling right after. When she’d pulled away for air, she only spoke softly with her smile remaining warm and gentle.

“Welcome home, Jack.”

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❛  how could you do that? i thought we were friends!  ❜

❛  you betrayed us and still you think you can think you can just waltz back in here like nothing ever happened?  ❜

❛  fuck you! this is all your fault!  ❜

quotes from ;; @poohsources !!

word count ;; 1,147

Antonio "Racetrack" Higgins, Jack Kelly, Louis "Kid Blink" Balletti

“I’ll soak ya! Ya bum!” A voice shouted, being held back by multiple other boys. Antonio was beyond pissed. Jack betrayed them! His own friend! The leader of the Manhattan newsies! Betrayed them! He had all the right to be pissed off! For once, the boy hadn’t had a cigar held between his teeth, but damn right was he pissed off beyond recognition. Jack was a scab! Just look at him! With that stupid blazer, that stupid hat. Well- Race couldn’t call it stupid. He had the same hat on his own head.

His dark eyes were narrowed, continuing to spill out threats to Jack at the given time. Though Spot, or Sean, had stopped him eventually, spewling out his own threats, “Let me get my hands dirty.” He’d speak to Race, pushing the male slightly back. “C’MERE YOU DIRTY ROTTEN' SCABBER-!” He’d shout, trying his best to point his cane at the man he used to trust. This was just so fun. Wasn’t it?

It was aggressive. Spot was an aggressive kid, everyone knew this about him. He was a loud kid, a mean kid. It didn’t matter what, Spot was angry. But right now, he was definitely aggressive. Spot continued to try and get to Jack, being pulled back by countless of the other Newsies surrounding. “I’LL MURDER YA!” He shouted, being pulled towards the back. Eventually, Jack was.. Well, off selling his papers. He’d only stopped and gave up his scab facade when hearing the yells of a woman. Sarah Jacobs, David’s sister. 

To say when Race, Spot and Blink had seen Jack again, it took a large portion of the boys to hold the three boys back so they didn't exactly murder Jack. Racer was the first to shout, violence held in the way he shouted. "How could you do that!? I thought we were friends!" He'd shout, narrowing his eyes at Jack. He was beyond pissed with Jack. Who wouldn't be? The three continued to be held back, either by someone's arms around their chest, being held back by the arms, or shoulder. For example with Racer. He had to be held back by the arms, people knowing he'd be swinging if he got free.

Spot had to be held by the chest, his cane he always carried around tightly held in hands. He had an annoyed expression on his face, his pale eyes narrowed at Jack as he stared at the boy. "You betrayed us and think you can just waltz in here like nothing ever happened!?" He shouted eventually, venom in his tone as he tried to get out of whoever was holding him, which resulted in one of his own Newsies, Sniper, being elbowed in the stomach. He didn't apologize, hell no. Spot hardly ever apologized to anyone.

Next on the list was Kid Blink. He was being held back by Mush, who had been holding him by the arms. Even with a singular bad eye, Blink had his target straight in his vision. The dirty blonde had his eye narrowed straight at Jack, annoyance laced in his tone as he soon enough spoke. "Fuck you, Jack! This is all your fault!" By all of it being Cowboy's fault, he meant all the newsies being either hurt or caught. That was his fault. And it was clear that Louis didn't trust him just yet.

Who would? Jack was JUST dressed like a scabber only a day ago! Blink had his expression remaining beyond pissed, Mush having not let go at all. He'd rather Jack not get murdered by one of the guys who can easily do that. Even if David had told them Jack was helping them again, it would take the three boys a while to really trust Jack again. Did he think he could just walk in here and think everything was going to be fine? It wasn’t. These three boys, mainly Race and Kid, trusted Jack with their hearts. But now look! Jack was coming back, even after being revealed to be working for Pulitzer! They all had the right to be pissed off. Hell, Mush understood the reason why Kid was prepared to kill ‘em. Him and Race had all the right. So did Spot.

Hell, the kid came all the way down here just to be left and betrayed by Jack! The king of Brooklyn had all the right to be beyond pissed at the leader of the Manhattan Newsies. As soon as he saw Jack dressed as a scabber, all the trust for that bastard had gone away. But now, here they all were. Well, at least here is where two of them were. Kid and Race kneeled down besides a window that appeared to be from a basement. In that said basement was David, Sarah, Jack and Denton. And it just so happened to appear that they were working on printing out a paper. The paper that spoke about the rally, that spoke about the strike. All of this. All of what these boys were standing for. Jack was trying to avoid eye contact with Race at first before hearing the boy speak. 

“It’s good to have you back, Jack.” He commented, grabbing the papes that the cowboy was giving out and slinging them over his shoulder, like he had with every paper he sold during the early hours of the morning. A soft sigh escaped Jack, his shoulders falling as the breath he had sucked in finally released. He was nervous, especially when it came to his right hand man. Though, when Race and Mush had kneeled down to grab their papers, Blink still had that slight death glare on his face for a couple seconds. Unil Jack saw it form back into a smile. Which… surprised Jack, actually. He thought the kid was gonna’ kill ‘em at the third sight of him. And he wouldn’t have been surprised if so. 

Taking a shaky breath in himself and grabbing the papers, he avoided eye contact for a moment or so before speaking up himself. “Thanks for comin’ back to us, Jack.” He spoke, giving a small nod to Jack, who’d only reply with a smile and nod. “It’s good to be back, Kid.” But Jack knew after all this was over, he’d be out of here. On that train to Santa Fe. It wasn’t until after the strike, with everyone celebrating, that everything happened. Jack was in the back of Teddy Roosevelt’s carriage, on his way to the train tracks. With Race in front of the line at the distribution gates trying to get their papes, it was a matter of time before someone called out with excitement in their voice. 

“EVERYONE, IT’S JACK!” The voice called out, resulting in cheers. Jack was back, the boys were on goodish terms ,and Spot wasn’t gonna’ murder Cowboy.

Everything was back in order.

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seeing this just fucking terrified me cause I just posted that not even an hour ago omfg

You deserve to feel safe. And happy.

by, itsnotwhatiremember by itsnotwhatiremember When Albert appears at the theater with a bruised up Race, Medda's feelings towards not being able to protect her boys grow negative, until Jack confronts her with the other boys following suit. Words: 1338, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, David Jacobs, Racetrack Higgins, Crutchie (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies) Relationships: Jack Kelly & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Racetrack Higgins & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Crutchie & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, David Jacobs & Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin Additional Tags: mother medda, Comfort read : https://ift.tt/DHvPGum - April 16, 2024 at 11:51PM

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“You deserve to feel safe. And happy.”

MISS MEDDA + NEWSIES || COMFORT ||

"Medda?!" A voice called out aloud, a figure passed out in this voice's arms. A boy with blonde hair was being carried by one with red. Well, ginger red, specifically. The blonde in his arms was a boy by the name of Antonio, or Racer to the others Newsies. The one carrying him and Miss Medda were the only ones to know his true name. Antonio had a couple cuts and bad bruises, shiners, as he'd call them. "We had a run in! Might need some bandages!" Thankfully, all the shows for the night were complete, so nobody would overhear them.

Medda Larkin, the woman who the boy was calling, poked her head out from where she'd been cleaning, her eyes widening upon noticing the boy being carried. "What happened!? Who did you have a run in with!? Was it them Delancy's!?" She'd ask quickly, dropping whatever had been in her hands and going over to take the practically passed out boy from the redheads arms. "They wouldn't stop, Miss Medda! I's tellin' you, true! They's don't like us for no reason! We ain' do nothin to 'em but sell our papes and get 'em sold! Then they's decide to always mess with us!"

The boy explained as Medda took Racer into her arms, her eyes filled with worry. "Did the hurt the other boys? Where are they?! Albert, please, I need answers!" Of course Medda would be worrying. These boys were her kids. Going to place Racer down somewhere comfortable, in her dressing room with a rather comfortable couch. Albert merely followed as he tried to explain. "Jack took it at the sign of the bulls. That's what the Dalancy's are makin' up.. He'll be here soon enough, I know it." Albert explained quickly before hearing the sound of the backdoors open, then slam shut right after.

"Speak of the devil." Albert spoke before turning to Medda and looking back to the slamming doors echoing. "Do you want me to-?" He went to speak, but Medda only waved him off with her hand. It took a couple seconds for the famous Jack Kelly to appear in her line sight, being followed by two others. "Miss Medda! Did- did you see-!?" Jack was out of breath, that could be seen just by how his chest rose and fell rather quickly.

Medda, having placed Race down, went to where Jack was, her arms already held out as Jack had quickly ran into her arms, tightly hugging her. "They almost got crutchie, Medda.." Jack whispered in Medda's arms, his body trembling as the woman held him close.

"Shh.. Shhh... you're okay.. it's okay.. Davey, is Crutchie on his way?" Medda asked, looking to David, who nodded his head. "Most of the boys are, yes Miss." David would reply, letting out a sigh after as the doors behind him opened and closed again. "Speaking of them.. I'll take care of the other boys, okay, Miss? Take care of Jack and Race." Davey explained softly as he began to walk away. Medda nodded her head, having gone off to tend for her boys.

___________________

As the boys got taken care of, Medda's mind had slowly began to overfill with much more worry. The stress, the way she had to keep the theater running, everything of the sort. But that wasn't the worse of these all. As the boys were out on the stage, messing about and sitting together, Medda sat in her dressing room, hands in her hair as she tried to keep her breathing at ease.

These boys deserved to be safe and happy. Of course they did. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, before feeling them begin to slide down her face. The stress bubble at finally popped, resulting in these tears to fall. All the stress was finally being let out. Her eyes were shut, her face hidden in her arms before the sound of footsteps had snapped her head up.

No, no, no. Do not come in, please, please, please-

Her eyes were shut tightly as the voice of one of the boys rang through the air, just outside of the door. "Medda? Can I come in? It's Jack." Oh, Medda could never deny Jack. She wiped her eyes with a makeup wipe just in front of her, trying to push away the flushed red color that had been on her cheeks due to the tears. "Come on in, Jack." Jack, after a couple of seconds, pushed open the door that had separated him from his mother figure.

Medda remained quiet before hearing the soft click of the door closing behind Jack. Though the boy didn't move forward before he had noticed the red on her cheeks. "Medda? Were you.. crying?" He'd ask, his eyes widening slightly and frowning right after. It took a few seconds for Medda to truly answer before she attempted to cover her shaky tone. "No, dear. Why would I be crying?" She'd ask the brunette, her voice shaking as she spoke. Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest.

"Your face is flushed red. And you're voice." Jack would explain, taking cautious steps towards his mother figure and standing beside her. "What's got ya' feelin' like cryin'? Did we boys do somethin' to upset ya?" He'd then ask, resulting in Medda shaking her head almost automatically. "No, no, no. Not at all. It's just-" She had to take a breath in, standing to her feet.

Walking over to one of her drawers, she would kneel down to take out a paper. The Newspaper Katherine had published about the strike. The photo on it covered all the boys. She held a small frown on her face, taking in a shaky breath before beginning to explain her reasoning.

"You boys, all of you boys, deserve peace. Deserve to feel happy... Deserve to feel safe. And happy. I am only one woman, it's difficult for me to make sure you all are happy, mainly with the Delancy brothers and even Pulitzer. I practically adopted all of you boys into my arms. I just wish you could all be happy."

Medda began to explain, taking a shaky breath in. What she hadn't known was the other boys remaining outside the room, just silently listening in. Race had been leaning against Albert, his ankle a bit busted up, David was quiet, and Crutchie remained where he was, leaning slightly on the wall with his crutch.

Jack could feel his heart shatter in his chest as he gently took Medda's hand and pulled her into a hug. "Medda, youse' don't realize how much we appreciate you, do ya?" He'd ask,looking to Medda, who continued to hold a frown on her face. Medda avoided eye contact before hearing yet another one of the boys voice.

"Youse' is the reason majority of us boys stay alive." Race commented, having now entered the room fully with the help of Albert. Between the two, the blonde continued to talk. "Youse' let us use the theater for the rally. Youse' helped us when we were all bloodied and bruised from the Delancy's."

The ginger he was leaning against only smiled at this, nodded in return. "Racer's right. Youse' treat us like your kids, Medda. Even if we's ain't biological. Is that the right word, Davey?" He'd ask the brunette by the door, earning a nod of approval.

Davey kept quiet however, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't know Medda as well as the others, so he stuck to remaining quiet. Though Crutchie spoke with a smile on his face. A smile that spreads like butter, as he'd say. "Youse' the best we could eva' have! All of us boys appreciate it." He'd explain happily, making his way over to Medda, who was now quiet as she looked between all of the boys.

"And I wouldn't trade it for the world. You boys are my children. It's my job to make sure you're all safe and sound."

[thewritersofdeceased]

To anyone who has requested, I'm so sorry I'm taking forever to get to them!! I have three things in the process :((

I'll get to them all soon!!

[thewritersofdeceased]

It's very easy to select the text of a fic and copy-paste it on Ao3, right?

Well, we can stop people (and AI) from doing this by adding a skin to our fics!

I just did it with all my fics and it works.

How to do it, step by step⬇️

1) Log in. Click 'Skins' in the menu, at the left. Then click 'My Work Skins' and after doing this, click 'Create Work Skins' at the top right.

2) Write a title for your skin (anything you want, it doesn't matter). Then in the large text box, write this:

#workskin * {

user-select: none !important;

-webkit-user-select: none;

-moz-user-select: none;

-ms-user-select: none;

}

This is what you should see:

3) Click 'Submit'. Your skin has been created, and now you have to add it to all your works.

4) Click 'Works'. Then click 'Edit Works' at the top right.

5) Click 'All' to select all your works. Scroll down and click 'Edit'.

6) Scroll down until you see 'Select Work Skin' and select the one you just created.

7) Click 'Update All Works'.

Now, people can't select the text of your fics and copy it😊

PS: I also recommend changing the visibility of your fics to 'Only Show to Registered Users'. You'll lose your anon readers, but it will protect your works a bit more against AI scrappers

[thewritersofdeceased]

I don't know if I have any life is strange fans that follow me, but I'm gonna start writing something for Nathan later on in the night :)

[thewritersofdeceased]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.

Racetrack Higgins & Albert DaSilva

Fandom ;; Newsies

whimpers escaped from a boy curled up. His amor, his love, had been out of the refuge for a couple months now, but the nightmares came back to bite him straight. his eyes were tightly shut as he was curled up to the best he could. his knees were to his chest, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace and soft whimpers escaping him. albert didn’t have his hat off, no. his hat was covering his upper face. It'd been a habit of albert’s for a couple weeks now, but race didn’t mind it. a tired yawn escaped the italian boy as he slowly blinked his eyes to adjust to the darkness. albert had weaseled his way out of his boyfriend’s arms, something race hadn’t noticed earlier on. though, now awake, race figured out why.

he knew albert had these sorts of nights where his mind would grow so dark, flooded with past memories or nightmares that race had recalled at least some of them. his silver blue colored eyes held worry as he carefully sat up, placing a gentle hand on albert’s shoulder and attempting to awaken the boy. “albie… wake up, tesoro..” he spoke softly in a whisper, not wanting to wake up any of the other newsboys in the room. when albert awoke, he’d take him to the bathroom. nobody was awake, so he’d be able to take care of his lover and help him out there. it took a while for albert to wake up, but when he did, albert’s attention was all over the area. 

”albie, hey, hey.. you’re okay.. i’s promise, you’s okay.. it’s just me..” for once, race spoke softly, taking note that the boy trembling. albert, between the two, was known for keeping his emotions in tack. the worry in race’s face never faltered as he placed his hands in his lap. he wasn’t going to touch albert unless the other wanted it. “can i place my hand on your shoulder, tesoro?” he asked, waiting a couple seconds for an answer from albert. after a while, a soft answer escaped the ginger. “oui.” race had begun to realize that albert was in one of those hours where he mostly spoke french. it was comforting to him. after all, he had sang to race in french only a couple days prior to today. it was comforting to the redhead. 

slowly, race had placed one of his hands on albert’s shoulder, gently drawing shapes with his thumb. “here.. let’s get outta’ here so we don’t wake anyone up, okay?” his voice was soft and gentle, not wanting to worry albert any more than he already was. again, it took albert a couple seconds to reply, yes another soft “oui.” escaping him. race had slowly stood, gently holding his hands out for his boyfriend to take hold of. “carry?” he then whispered, earning a debating look for a couple seconds. though albert eventually nodded his head, allowing race to pick him up and into his arms. when race had picked him up, albert wrapped his legs around his partner, like a koala.

race adjusted him slightly so he wouldn’t drop his boyfriend, carefully making his way towards the cold bathroom. When entering, he gently placed albert down on the edge of the sink, standing between his boyfriends legs. the redhead wasn’t trembling anymore, but he was still tense. race frowned slightly, looking to albert. “hand?” he spoke softly, earning a slow nod from albert. “i need words, honey..” he continued to speak, earning a sniffle from albert. “Oui..” the redhead spoke again, sounded more tired as he slowly began to try and relax.

race had taken ahold of albert’s hand by now, gently squeezing it as he instructed the redhead what to do. Breath in, hold, breath out.. they followed these procedures until albert was practically asleep once more. race didn’t move however. he took a couple seconds to make sure albert was alright, fully asleep, before making his way back to the bunks with albert secured in his arms.

race had gently placed the redhead onto his own bunk, tucking him in and everything before climbing in himself. he’d carefully wrap his arm around albert’s waist and pulled him ever so slightly, his chest pressed to albert’s back. as the soft breathing of albert was all race could hear, he whispered softly, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his boyfriends shoulder.

"Ti amo piccolo..”

[thewritersofdeceased]

There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.

The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.

Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.

I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)

Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.

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"No! No, for gods sakes no! He's just a child! Can't you see that? Why don't you pick on someone your own size! Racetrack!"

[thewritersofdeceased]

Thank you for adding the two ^^

Of course!! I usually don't know if people want them included boys or not, so ty for letting me know to add the two!! :)

[thewritersofdeceased]

Could you add Griffin and Billy on the prank HC pls ?

Added them both! I hope you enjoy the headcanons :)!

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TBP boys reaction Hcs of a a group of girls asking them to go on a date as a prank ? Like , who would believe them , who is used to it , who is surprised , etc . thank u for reading 👌

Thank you for requesting!! God, this'll be sad for some of them :3

I did these as headcanons and little blurbs!!! :3 Again, I didn't know if you wanted Billy and Griffin! So if you want them, please comment or send that in my inbox and I'll add them!! <3

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄

He's one of the ones who is definitely surprised!

He's pointing at himself, sort of confused

Looking over his shoulders in case they're pointing at someone else

He get's so excited about it too!

Telling Robin, Bruce, everyone that he got a date!

Even Gwen's excited!

Though when it turns out he goes to place and nobody shows up

That's when he realizes it's a joke

Finney sat quietly inside the small cafe, constantly messing with his hair and outfit, doing his best to look presentable. In his pocket was a couple bucks in order to pay for the meal! He would feel absolutely bad if the girl had to pay for the meal. As minutes passed and you didn't show up, poor boy realized it was all just a joke.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐎

He's probably one of the only boys who's used to it

He doesn't even bother going to the cafe or wherever you two decide to meet

Kinda used to girls asking him on dates and then "setting him up"

truly they just don't talk to him after, so he's given up whenever someone asks him to go on a date

Type to just agree so they leave him alone

Robin truly couldn't care less. Seeing the girls whispering to one another before one had came up and asked him on a date. He had only shrugged his shoulders, saying a quick "sure". But it was like he didn't care. That's because he didn't. He'd just ask Finney to go somewhere later, sneak to the drive in or something.

𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀

Like Finney, he finds it as both a surprise and seems used to it

He's not surprised that he got asked out

No, he's surprised he got stood up

He knows a lot of girls kind of a crush on him, so he finds it surprising he gets stood up

He doesn't cry or talk about it, but it does pop into his mind occasionally

Bruce was more confused. He got stood up? For no reason? Whatever the reason was, he wanted to get answers. Walking through the school only the day after, he watched the group talk amongst themselves, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. "You okay, Bruce?" A voice besides him asked, earning a cold look in response. "Got stood up."

VANCE HOPPER

Like Robin, Vance could care less.

Hell, he's surprised someone even has the audacity to ask him out.

Doesn't show up, and if he does, he grabs something for himself then leaves like two minutes after.

So technically, he's the one who stands them up.

He doesn’t care if he gets called out for it.

“You stood me up!” A voice yelled, pointing and jabbing their finger right into Vance’s chest. The blonde only raised a brow, his arms crossed as he stared at the girl. “Oh. you thought I was serious about the date? That's funny." Then he'd only walk off, dragging along Bruce with him.

BILLY SHOWALTER

Confused by all names in hell like Finney!

The date was probably walking around with Rover

So you can see how disappointed he was when you didn’t show up

But he acted like everything was okay’ even at school

As Billy walked, the thoughts in his head grew ever so louder and louder. Why’d he been stood up? Did he do something? Did they just not like Rover? Now that part hurt him. "Oh, did you think I actually wanted to go on a date with you!? That's funny!" The girl only laughed out when being confronted.

GRIFFIN STAGG

Oh, this poor boy knows it's a joke.

Who would willingly want to ask him on a date? Let alone a pretty girl?

He's defintaly scared to go.

Scared to the point where he literally doesn't even bother go o.

He knows he'll be confronted about it, but he's scared.

"You really didn't show up. Sad." The girl spoke, standing over Griffin, who had his back pressed against the wall. "I wasn't going to be stood up... I know girls like you wouldn't ask boys like me out.."

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I'm not leaving. I promise.

Summery ;; with race back from the refuge , albert can’t shake the thoughts And nightmares that race isn’t there, and it’s just a terrible nightmare. Race helps him out of these thoughts and reassures that he’s not leaving, He promises.

whimpers escaped from a boy curled up. His amor, his love, had been out of the refuge for a couple months now, but the nightmares came back to bite him straight. his eyes were tightly shut as he was curled up to the best he could. his knees were to his chest, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace and soft whimpers escaping him. albert didn’t have his hat off, no. his hat was covering his upper face. It'd been a habit of albert’s for a couple weeks now, but race didn’t mind it. a tired yawn escaped the italian boy as he slowly blinked his eyes to adjust to the darkness. albert had weaseled his way out of his boyfriend’s arms, something race hadn’t noticed earlier on. though, now awake, race figured out why.

he knew albert had these sorts of nights where his mind would grow so dark, flooded with past memories or nightmares that race had recalled at least some of them. his silver blue colored eyes held worry as he carefully sat up, placing a gentle hand on albert’s shoulder and attempting to awaken the boy. “albie… wake up, tesoro..” he spoke softly in a whisper, not wanting to wake up any of the other newsboys in the room. when albert awoke, he’d take him to the bathroom. nobody was awake, so he’d be able to take care of his lover and help him out there. it took a while for albert to wake up, but when he did, albert’s attention was all over the area.

”albie, hey, hey.. you’re okay.. i’s promise, you’s okay.. it’s just me..” for once, race spoke softly, taking note that the boy trembling. albert, between the two, was known for keeping his emotions in tack. the worry in race’s face never faltered as he placed his hands in his lap. he wasn’t going to touch albert unless the other wanted it. “can i place my hand on your shoulder, tesoro?” he asked, waiting a couple seconds for an answer from albert. after a while, a soft answer escaped the ginger. “oui.” race had begun to realize that albert was in one of those hours where he mostly spoke french. it was comforting to him. after all, he had sang to race in french only a couple days prior to today. it was comforting to the redhead.

slowly, race had placed one of his hands on albert’s shoulder, gently drawing shapes with his thumb. “here.. let’s get outta’ here so we don’t wake anyone up, okay?” his voice was soft and gentle, not wanting to worry albert any more than he already was. again, it took albert a couple seconds to reply, yes another soft “oui.” escaping him. race had slowly stood, gently holding his hands out for his boyfriend to take hold of. “carry?” he then whispered, earning a debating look for a couple seconds. though albert eventually nodded his head, allowing race to pick him up and into his arms. when race had picked him up, albert wrapped his legs around his partner, like a koala.

race adjusted him slightly so he wouldn’t drop his boyfriend, carefully making his way towards the cold bathroom. When entering, he gently placed albert down on the edge of the sink, standing between his boyfriends legs. the redhead wasn’t trembling anymore, but he was still tense. race frowned slightly, looking to albert. “hand?” he spoke softly, earning a slow nod from albert. “i need words, honey..” he continued to speak, earning a sniffle from albert. “Oui..” the redhead spoke again, sounded more tired as he slowly began to try and relax.

race had taken ahold of albert’s hand by now, gently squeezing it as he instructed the redhead what to do. Breath in, hold, breath out.. they followed these procedures until albert was practically asleep once more. race didn’t move however. he took a couple seconds to make sure albert was alright, fully asleep, before making his way back to the bunks with albert secured in his arms.

race had gently placed the redhead onto his own bunk, tucking him in and everything before climbing in himself. he’d carefully wrap his arm around albert’s waist and pulled him ever so slightly, his chest pressed to albert’s back. as the soft breathing of albert was all race could hear, he whispered softly, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to his boyfriends shoulder.

”Ti amo piccolo..”

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TBP boys and their green flags ?¿

Thanks for reading ✌️

The Black Phone Boys and Green Flags!! Thank you for requesting! :)

FINNEY BLAKE

Good at keep conversation with you

Interested in you

Good listener

He regularly follows up with you

ROBIN ARELLANO

Communication

Protective (Not too protective)

Willing to fight for you

Listens to your needs/wants

BRUCE YAMADA

Laughs a lot

Respectful

Open minded (Hobbies, sports, etc)

Helps you with anything you're having difficulties with

VANCE HOPPER

protective of you

no female best friend

shares his food with you

gives you his vest if you ask, just don't expect it often

BILLY SHOWALTER

dances/listens to music with you

constant check ins to make sure you're okay!

goals after highschool

good relationship with his mom

GRIFFIN STAGG

can keep a conversation going

down to hangout whenever!

will talk about you to anyone

"this reminded me of you!"

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 ;; 3 hours(7:11 to 11:00) ;

𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 ;; hurt/angst + comfort/fluff

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; albert dasilva ; racetrack higgins

𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 ;; n/a ;

extra ;; little bit of angst, french!albert, italian!race

song lyrics ;; stay awake - mary poppins

[ci]memories of the refuge flashed in the mind of a boy. antonio higgins, better yet known as racetrack to some of the other boys in the lodgehouse, was stirred awake. sitting up rather quickly, looking around back and forth, the boy covered his mouth when waking up. he didn’t want to wake anyone else up. no. he couldn’t. let alone waking up any of the other boys, like jack. though the only one he’d really wish albert desilva. that was his best friend. The one who had begged jack to do anything in his power to get his best friend out of that terrible place.

[ci]but everyone could see that albert had a deep feeling for race. Everyone knew. If you asked romeo, he’d say it was like the ginger was in love with the blonde loudmouthed boy. But everytime one of the boys, for example, romeo himself or even if specs or henry asked the ginger haired boy, the only answer they ever got was a quick witted sentence.

[bci]”i’s ain’ in love with race! i’s just care about ‘im alot.”

[ci]back to the moment at hand.

[ci]race took shaky breaths in and out at a fast pace, looking around the room full of sleeping boys. he had to get out of here. pushing the covers he wore off and just slipping on the boots he seemed to always wear, race began to sneak out. he couldn’t go to the rooftop. jack was up there alongside crutchie. so, where did race go? He went to the only place where he thought he couldn’t be bothered. sneaking about the lodgehouse and into the colder streets of new york city, race sat himself down on one of the steps just outside. just outside for a breath of fresh air.

[ci]he wasn’t in the refuge, he tried to tell himself. was he? he prayed not. the thoughts began to run wild in his head. his blue eyes were wide as his breathing went even for a couple seconds, then shaky right after. in his eyes, they had tears. tears the color of silver and pale blue fell down his cheeks. race wasn’t one to cry. no, this boy always had an upgoing personality. either he was a firecracker, loud, annoying, everything of the sort, or he was tired. tired because of the sirens that blared throughout the night.

[ci]it had felt strange with none of the sirens being heard while in the refuge. though when they were, of course he’d stay awake all night. someone had to stay awake and make sure those kids were okay. but when he was released, race wasn’t the same energetic boy. when race had returned, it was a whole different thing. race wasn’t off trying to steal cigars, he wasn’t as loud as he had been before. the refuge messed with his head. it messed with him physically and mentally.

[ci]now as race thought and thought, even as the tears fell, footsteps had made his head snap up almost instantly, looking around and back towards the inside of the lodge house. the voice that caught his attention was one who sounded like they just woke up. the voice was grogly, tired sounding.

[ci]”race?”

[ci]the voice spoke, only then did race realize who’s voice it was. albert. The voice caught race’s attention as the boy quickly lowered his head. but the way his shoulders were slumped and his body was trembling. the sight made albert’s heart clench as he slowly went to sit beside the other. he had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, not placing his hands on race at all during it all.

[ci]”’ey. ‘Ey… you’s okay, race..”

[ci]the voice was soft. soft and comforting. race tried his best to listen to it. it took a couple seconds for albert to speak again, but his soft and comforting voice never faltered. “can i’s come closer? i won’t touch ya. not unless you’s need physical touch.” albert attempted to explain, all his attention being on the shaken up blonde right in front of him.

[ci]race remained quiet, his shoulders continuing to rise and fall as he slowly seemed to have nodded, making a small smile form on the redhead's face as he slowly and cautiously moved over to race. He was asking permission for these things, not wanting to bring back any terrible memories of the refuge to his best friend. to the boy he’d do anything for.

[ci]albert was the first one race actually told his name to. at first, nobody had known race’s true name was antonio. everyone only knew him as racetrack. racetrack or race. “ant, am i allowed to hold ya?” he then would ask, seeing how race would process the question in his head before earning a nod of response.

[ci]albert, at this response, would wrap his arms around race and pull him into his lap. he wished he could help. he let out a soft sigh, carefully beginning to run his hand through race’s hair, whilst the other held him close. race was hiding his face in the ginger’s shoulder and crook of his neck. they just sat there in pure silence for a little bit.

[ci]but after a while, the soft voice of albert, who seemed to be singing, rang through race’s ears. his sniffling had stopped, his tears no longer falling.

[ci]”Rester éveillé,” (stay awake)

[ci]”ne repose pas ta tête..”(don’t rest your head)

[ci]”Ne t'allonge pas…”(Don’t lie down)

[ci]”sur ton lit..”(upon your bed)

[ci]the boy was singing in french. race had heard albert speaking french before, mainly when albert thought nobody was listening. but race had. hell, when he was in the refuge, the blonde curled boy would speak italian, beyond terrified of everything there. speaking his native language, at least the language he had learnt from his mother before being abandoned and put in an orphanage at a young age. that was something race was proud to remember. his mother.

[ci]at the moment, albert was almost like that figure he needed. not a parental figure, but someone who cared. as race closed his eyes, albert continued to sing the soft tune, his eyes closed as his arms were wrapped around race in a loving embrace.

[ci]”Pendant que la lune dérive dans le ciel..”(While the moon drifts in the skies)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne ferme pas les yeux..”(Stay awake, don't close your eyes..)

[ci]”Même si le monde dort profondément..”(Though the world is fast asleep…)

[ci]”Bien que ton oreiller soit doux et profond..”(Though your pillow soft and deep)

[ci]as albert continued with the soft melody, he had noticed the soft breathing of the boy in his lap. race had fallen asleep, it appeared. the ginger had no issue with that. so long as race was asleep, albert wouldn’t move a single muscle. slowly, his own eyes closed, his song slowly coming to an end…

[ci]”Vous n'avez pas sommeil comme vous en avez l'air…”(You're not sleepy as you seem…)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne hoche pas la tête et ne rêve pas....”(Stay awake, don't nod and dream…)

[ci]”Reste éveillé, ne hoche pas la tête et ne rêve pas....”(Stay awake, don't nod and dream…)

[ci]and so, as the song came to an end, the stars above twinkled with that lovely shine. of course, race and albert got teased by the other boys as morning came, but what mattered is they had each other. even through thick and thin.