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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 5 years

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Flustered - Jack Kelly x Reader

y/n - your name

y/s/n - your surname

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The rally's practically started and Jack's not here yet. No one's seen him since he went to talk to Pulitzer. And that was a few hours ago!

Spot spit shakes me and Davey. This is actually happening. Holy crap.

"Welcome, newsies of New York City. Welcome to my theatre and your revolution!" Medda announces, causing roars of cheers from the newsies.

"Let's hear it for Spot Conlon and Brooklyn!" Davey adds, and rightfully so. I mean, if it weren't for them, we wouldn't have any other newsies.

"Newsies united! Let's see what Pulitzer has to say to you now," Spot says smugly.

"Hey, Davey, y/n, where's Jack?" Finch asks.

"Yeah! We want Jack! Where is he?!" the other newsies ask.

"Sorry, no sign of him yet. Looks like it's down to you two for now," Medda says sympathetically.

"Newsies of New York!" I yell, getting everyone's attention. Everyone shuts up when I get there attention because everyone knows they'll get soaked if they don't. "Look at what we've done! We've got newsies from every pape and every neighbourhood here tonight. Tonight, you're making history." Cheers are heard throughout the theatre.

"Tonight we declare that we're just as much a part of the newspaper as any reporter or editor. We're done being treated like kids. From now on, they will treat us as equals," Davey adds, making the cheers grow even louder.

"You wanna be talked to like an adult? Then start actin' like one. Don't just run your mouth. Make some sense," a voice inputs. I turn to said voice and see Jack. Thank goodness he's finally here.

"And here's Jack!" Davey announces, clearly as relieved as me.

"Jack! Jack! Jack!" chanted the newsies.

"Alright, Pulitzer raised the price of papes without so much as a word to us. That was a lousy thing to do. So we got mad and let 'em know we ain't gonna be pushed around. So we go on strike. Then what happens? Pulitzer lowers the price so's we'll go back to work! And a few weeks later he hikes the price back up again, and don't think he won't. So what do we do then? And what do we do if he decides to raise his price again after that?" The cheers are now nonexistent and everyone is giving each other confused glances, including me and Davey. Where did this come from? Did Pulitzer do something? Fellas, we gotta be realistic. We don't work, we don't get paid. How many days can you go without makin' money? However long, believe me, Pulitzer can go longer." The booing starts. "But I have spoken to Mr. Pulitzer and he has given me his word: if we disband the union--" Now he's done it. The booing gets louder, starting to drown him out. "-- he will not raise prices again for two years. He will even put it in writing. I say we take the deal. Go back to work knowing our price is secure. All we need to do is vote 'no' on the strike. Vote 'no'!" he finishes, but I can barely hear him over the booing and and screaming in my head.

He heads to the wings, obviously overwhelmed by the booing, but I see him take a wad of cash from a man. He looks back at us, making eye contact with me. "y/n," he says, but I run away. I can't deal with this. I run all the way back to the lodging, Jack following me the entire way, yelling my name. I'm concentrating on trying not to cry and yell so much that I subconsciously climb to Jack's 'penthouse', cornering myself. This is when I give up and collapse in the corner, tears racing down my face. I hear footsteps. He's here.

"What. What do you want?" I snap. He take a few steps back, obviously scared.

"I just want to talk," he answers.

"You don't deserve to talk. You stabbed us in the back. You sold us out to Pulitzer! You've ruined everything we made!"

"I had to! I didn't have a choice!"

"Oh yeah? And what was that choice may I ask? Hmm? Was it 'win the strike and everything we've been working for or sell us out just so you can go to Santa Fe'?"

"If I didn't make that speech, they were gonna take everyone to the refuge! They were gonna take Les! Davey! Race! They were gonna take you," his voice cracks during the last sentence, indicating that he was crying.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Ask Katherine! She was there!"

"Why was she there?!"

"Because she's Pulitzer's daughter!"

"Oh... that... ok..."

"Seriously? You're chill with that?!"

"Pulitzer has eyes all over the city, why would he need his daughter to be a spy? I trust her and you should too."

"Why?"

"Because it's my gut instinct. And my gut is never wrong. Besides, together we came up with a plan to finish our revolution! To win our revolution."

"I don't know..."

"You've not even heard it yet. Is it because a girl came up with it?"

"I didn't say noth--"

"This would be a good time to shut up. Being boss doesn't mean you always have the answers,just the brains to recognise the right one when you hear it."

"I'm listening."

"Good for you. The strike was your idea, the rally was Davey's, and now mine and Katherine's plan will take us to the finish line. Deal with it," I say, handing him the poster Katherine and I designed.

"'The Children's Crusade'," he reads.

"For the sake of all the kids in every sweatshop, factory and slaughter house on New York, I beg you... join us," I recite. "With those words, the strike stopped being just about the Newsies. You challenged our whole generation to stand up and demand a place at the table."

"'The Children's Crusade'?"

"Think, Jack, if we publish this, Katherine's words..." I look around and see where he keeps his drawings. "... with one of your drawings, and if every worker under twenty-one read it and stayed home from work... or better yet, came to Newsie Square - a general city-wide strike! Even Pulitzer couldn't ignore that."

"Only one small problem: we got no way to print it."

"Oh come on, there has to be one printing press he doesn't control."

"Oh no," he says after a pause, then letting out some sort of snort/laugh thing.

"What?"

"I know where there's a printing press that no one would think we'd ever use."

"Then let's go!" I exclaim excitedly, starting to climb down. It's strange ho much my mood's changed since I came up. "Wait. No, I need to talk to you about something else."

"Yeah, me too actually."

"You first."

"Um, ok. What's this about? Not the crusade. What's this about? Am I kiddin' myself or is there something..." he asks, motioning to us.

"I don't know. That's what I was gonna ask. So I guess so," I say calmly as if it's nothing.

"Well don't say it like this happens everyday!"

"Ja--"

"I'm not an idiot. I know that guys like me don't wind up with people like you. I mean, I know we're both newsies, but we're so different. And I don't want you promisin' nothin' you gotta take back later. But standin' here tonight... lookin' at you... I'm scared tomorrow's gonna come and change everything."

"Why would it change everything?"

"Cause the world is unfair like that. But... if there was a way I could grab hold of something to make time stop. Just so's I could keep looking at you."

"You snuck up on me, Jack Kelly. I never even saw it coming."

"For sure?"

"For sure," I echo.

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"Till the moment I found you I thought I knew what love was Now I'm learning what is true: Love will do what it does The world finds ways to sting you And then one day decides to bring you

Something to believe in For even a night One night may be forever But that's alright That's alright And if you're gone tomorrow What was ours still will be I have something to believe in Now that I know you believed in me," I sing.

"We was never meant to meet And then we meet Who knows why One more stranger on the street Just someone sweet passing by An angel come to save me Who didn't even know they gave me

Something to believe in For even a day One day may be forever But that's okay That's okay And if I'm gone tomorrow What was ours still will be I have something to believe in Now that I know you believed in me," he sings.

"Do you know what I believe in Look into my eyes and see," we sing together, staring into each other's eyes.

He leans towards me and crashes his lips onto mine but he pulls away all too quickly.

"If things were different..." he starts.

"If you weren't going to Santa Fe," I finish.

"And if I wasn't having to be careful with every step I take so Snyder and Pulitzer don't get me."

"You're not really scared of them," I tease.

"No," he says. "But I am pretty scared of you."

"Don't be," I laugh.

"And if I'm gone tomorrow..." he continues singing.

"What was ours still will be," I sing.

"I have something to believe in Now that I know you believed in me," we sing together.

"I have something to believe in," he restates.

"Now that I know you believed in me," we finish together, before being engulfed into a hug.

*after the strike's won (y'all know what I don't fill in)*

"With the strike settled, I should probably be hitting the road," Jack sighs. Katherine, Davey and I move towards him, ready to try and convince him to stay.

"Don't you ever get tired of singing that same old tune? What's Santa Fe got that New York hasn't? Tarantulas?" Davey asks.

"Better yet: what's New York got that Santa Fe ain't?" Katherine asked.

"New York's got us," I say.

"And we're family," the newly released Crutchie adds.

"Didn't I hear something about the strike being settled?" Pulitzer bellows before finally leaving.

"Papes for the newsies. Line up. These papes ain't gonna sell themselves," Weasel says.

"Well, don't just stand there, you've got a union to run. Besides, didn't someone just offer you a pretty exciting job?" I tease.

"Me? Work for Pulitzer?"

"You already work for Pulitzer."

"Oh, yeah."

"And you've got one more ace up your sleeve."

"What would that be?"

"Me. Wherever you go, I'm right there by your side."

"For sure?"

"For sure."

"Don't take much to be a dreamer All you do is close your eyes Now my eyes is fin'lly open And my dreams, they's av'rage size But they don't much matter if you ain't with me," he sings, before pulling me into a long, passionate kiss.

"Guys!" I hear Les say, causing catcalls and whistles to be heard. We pull away shortly.

"Well, Jack, you in or you out?" Davey asks. Jack walks away from me and to Weasel, slamming his 50 cents onto the table before grabbing his papes and dragging me away. I guess I'm selling with him today then.

"Hey, Jack, did you really mean all that?" I ask.

"What d'you mean?"

"When you said that your dreams don't matter if I ain't with you?" I clarify. A red dusts his cheeks. I fake gasp. "Is the Jack Kelly blushing?! Tough guy Jack Kelly isn't so tough after all," I tease.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll give you a nickname," he playfully threatens.

"You wouldn't dare!" I respond, fake gasping again. The reason that I don't have a nickname is because I didn't want one. It's as simple as that. "But in all seriousness, is it true?"

"Of course it's true. I don't know when I first fell in love with you, but I realised it when we were in the refuge together and I saw how strong you are."

"You love me?"

"I-- um-- I-" he starts, obviously flustered.

"I love you too. And you're cute when you're flustered, y'know that, right?"

"Shuddup," he mumbles, still flustered and blushing.

"Hey guys, have you seen Alb-- is Jack blushing?" Race asks, coming up to us and seeing Jack's flustered face.

"Pfft, no. I'm not blushing," Jack states, trying to revive his tough persona.

"Yes you are. y/n, what did ya say?" Race asks. Jack looks at me in a way that says 'don't tell him'. I know what I have to do.

"Some rando just punched 'im but we managed to get 'im," I lie, deciding to save Jack for now.

"I'll believe you this time, but I'm keeping my eyes on you two..." he says, slowly backing away, glaring at us suspiciously.

"Thanks y/n, if they knew that it was because I confessed by accident, I'd never hear the end of it," Jack says after Race is out of earshot.

"Aha! I'm telling everyone! Also, Jack, you're whipped," Race says before running away. He obviously wasn't out of earshot.

"Dammit."

"I mean, you told him, not me."

"Sometimes I hate you, y/s/n," Jack rolls his eyes.

"Ouch, using the last name, that hurts. And don't lie, we both know you love me," I tease.

"Shuddup," he mumbles, once again flustered.

"You say that a lot when you get flustered, don't ya," I smirk.

"Pfft, no."

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dontjudgemepeepswrites · 5 years

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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