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frogmanfae · 7 months

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*pulls up to your table on roller skates*

Alright who asked for a Javid tattoo artist/florist au? No one? Damn. Oh well, guess it'll go to waste then.

David was skilled in language. That's something he's been told all his life. If you ask anyone who knows him, they'll tell you he has a way with words unlike any they've ever seen before. His freshman English teacher would say he was the most eloquent writer she'd ever met. His debate team advisor would say he was the most powerful speaker she'd ever had the honor to train and that she used that word, train, very loosely, most of his skill was beyond what she could enhance. His mother would say he had a larger vocabulary than she did from the day he was born. All of these people, along with whoever else you would ask, had certain expectations about what David would grow up to be. A lawyer. An author. A motivational speaker.

But David found that, while he did enjoy the way he could twist and bend the English language, he still struggled with saying things that had any real meaning behind them. He would have certain things to say with no way of saying them. All of the words were almost right but none of them were exactly what he wanted to string together. Sometimes, it frustrated him so much that he stopped speaking altogether.

That abrupt halt of speech was something that happened quite a bit to David. Sometimes it was caused by frustration. Sometimes by stress. Sometimes overwhelming emotions that were even positive. Sometimes for no reason at all. It just happened. The words stayed in his throat but he had no way to get them out.

That is, until flowers.

And so, he became a florist. He was always good with plants. They were just like people, but easier. Not as needy. Well, okay, they were pretty needy, but they were always honest about their wants and needs. David didn't need to do any digging or reading between the lines or anything but pay attention to them. It was great. Perfect, even. His little slice of green in the New York City grey.

Once when they were in high school, his sister, Sarah, told David that different flowers can mean different things. It was a little factoid that she learned from the girl she was interested in at the time, but it completely changed David's life. He spent weeks after that researching what different flowers mean and how putting them with other flowers can alter the message until the bouquet says exactly what he wanted it to. It was unlike any language he ever saw before and he didn't even need to use his voice. It was perfect.

#did someone say Javid tattoo artist/flower shop au?#newsies #david jacobs #livesies #newsies live #davey jacobs #uksies #newsies uk #92sies #newsies 1992 #javid newsies #javid au #newsies au #javid #jack kelly x david jacobs #flower shop tattoo artist au #i should be sleeping

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fireylesbianhell · 1 year

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This World Won't Ever Forget Us

Javid Bonnie & Clyde Au? tumblr made me do it. woo!

Based on the fic "Bite The Bullet" by and Orphan Account and a post made by @/spacestamps!

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For Jack Kelly, it simply started as a way out.

He didn’t mean for anything more significant; he figured all he had to do was get a job or two done and hightail it way out west; away from ugly old Oklahoma to somewhere, oh good god, somewhere better than here.

He had his eyes set on a little place called Santa Fe. Seemed endearing, and god knows New Mexico was far enough away from here.

Jack Kelly wasn’t a wise man - hell, he was a little orphaned 21-year-old with no money, barely a plan, the clothes on his back, and a hijacked car.

Ah, speaking of that hijacked car, the sirens behind him got more worrying as they got louder.

Revving slightly and pushing the pedal almost as far as he could go, breaking several traffic laws without even trying he blasted off down the dusty old roads, tattered shirt rippling in the pushing force of wind trying to slow him down. He saw a parting in the roads and smiled traffic coming up, and the good thing about the car manufacturers out here today was almost all these damn cars looked about the same.

He turned into the trafficked area and did his best to blend as he weaved through the exits and cut off a few now very angry civilians. He found a tail in a near-identical car that suddenly left him and the police were none the wiser as they sped off when he slowed;

Time to figure out where the fuck he was.

Jack cruised a bit, the adrenaline not gone but not as rampant as before. He passed apartments, bars, dusty old hair salons, and-

A quaint-looking diner called ‘The World’, with a bright peeling paint emphasizing the dreadful rundown look of the place.

Perfect.

He pulled in with a casual tumble, grabbing his ragged worn-out trench coat from behind him, and a simple little newsboy cap he found pawned from manhattan. Something about history or whatever, he turned out pretty quickly when he heard the cheap ass price.

Strolling in, the first thing that caught his eye- or, well, his ear first, then his eye- was the berating of some poor waitstaff.

“David! Getcha’ sorry ass over here!” sneered some sorry ugly-faced man in an even uglier bowler hat and- No, jack was sure he wasn’t seeing doubles- the wonder twins of ugly old' lane were harassing’ some unfortunate soul named ‘David’

Speak of the devil, some poor guy about his age skimped out with a poor look on his face, about the likes of a kicked kitten trudged his way out, a similar looking cap and a neat little blue shirt and vest combo- he wasn’t poor, by the looks of it, and held a clean air to him.

Jack found himself a seat, trying to law low of course in case Lucy Law strolled their way in after snuffing the dead end, but keeping a keen eye upon the waitstaff, who looked about in for a hard time with the look the disgustin’ doubles were sharin between themselves.

“Hey David, didn't we tell ya to keep these counters clean?” the one on the left scowled

“Yes, Morris.”

“And,” butted in the other one with a snarl, “What do we have here?”

Morris and wonder twin two pointed to a small splotch of a coffee stain, which looked pretty fresh. David sighed, grabbing a rag nearby and starting to soak it before-

“Hey! We’s ain't finished, kid.” Butted in Morris again. Smiling a sinister smile, he nabbed the rag from David’s grasp as the other twin corned him from the back.

David, God bless his soul, looked like he was trying to decide whether to soak the two in and out, or take a nap on the floor for a good century. His remarkably blue eyes looked dampened, and his hands were fidgeting and fleeting with emotions trying to grasp for control in the shit of a situation he was in.

Jack decided to choose a new spot at the bar, taking a seat two empty from a properly dazed lookin old fellow who was drooling into his eggs and potatoes.

“Excuse me, fellas-” he cut in as the twins were about to go on a spiel. The two looked at him with disgust while David looked with the relief of a man who just found a spring in the desert.

That paused him, letting out a fumbled smile before continuing

“I, ahem, just would like a coffee please.” nothing he intended on paying, mind you. He needed his money to go elsewhere, then a flirtin’ with the poor, pretty boy also stuck planted into Oklahoma to get away dime free wouldn't hurt nothing.

The other twin - Oscar, he gathered from the peachy little pin fallin' off his apron - sneered again, looking sad he didn't get to berate his poor employee anymore

‘Yeah, whateva. David! Get on it, and I better see that man served, this counter cleaned and this floor spotless when I get back or Snyder’s gonna be getting a really bad report.” he called behind him and trailed off after his brother.

Sighing once more, David looked up and met Jack’s eyes. he gave a pitiful smile to jack.

“Thank you, sir. Now what would you like?” he said formally, that twinge of tired defiance laced his voice as it turned into an artificial customer-service mode.

“No problem, at all. Were the wonder twins givin ya problems?” he leaned over the counter slightly. Hints of genuine concern laced Jack’s voice, which not only surprised David but himself as well. He was a romantic, yeah, but he never thought he was This bad.

The waiter paused, a bit taken aback before sighing yet again- he was on a roll now, - and letting down his coffee pitcher slightly. Grabbing a cup and pouring out the coffee he continued,

“Yeah, it’s my first day on the job here. And Oscar and Morris are…very strict. I’m already miserable but, money’s money, at least I get to see more than two places in this dead state. It’s up to three now.” he joked dryly, meeting Jack’s eyes as he placed the coffee down in his hands.

He grabbed a towel, turning but keeping a side towards jack as he started to clean. Jack took a slow draw of a slip. Wow, what a guy. Surprisingly similar too. He placed the cup down, giving a chuckle and flashing his winning smile out to him.

“Yeah, well, I feel ya. I’m gettin’ outta this hellhole though, mark my words.”

David smiled back shyly, turning more. “Oh, I will. Say, I’ve never seen you round here much. New in town?”

Jack chuckled again, “no, oh do I wish. But I got a car and a plan, how hard can it be?”

David’s head slowly turned up, like gears were calculating in his head. His mouth set to open like he was about to say something before-

“Dave! What did I say bout’ these counters!” Morris snarled out, stomping over to the two. He gave jack a downright nasty look before David grumbled and suddenly cut through the noise of the twins speaking over eachother

“I’m taking a smoke break. When I get back in I’ll do it.” David said with a surprising edge of sass in his voice, despite how ready he seemed to pass out.

He tossed the towel over his shoulder and grabbed a small pack of cigars from his pocket, leaving through the front of the diner, and back out toward the opposite parking lot.

Jack fumbled, seeing Morris steam in his spot until he shot a look at his brother. Oscar nodded and followed him out.

That can’t be good.

Jack waited for a moment, hearing the yelling rise. Yeah, definetly can't be good-

He shot from his seat toward the exit as the old man beside him seemed to wake up a bit, (the bastard was even eyeing his coffee up)

he sharply turned the corner and what jack Jack found was a bloody-nosed David with a look in his eyes that could have knocked Jack out.

It was so cooly fierce, determined but not in a stupid way. This kid may not have the brawns but, those eyes were dangerous, and Jack loved it.

But when David spotted Jack, he looks fleeted away for one of relief, followed by fear as he ducked away from another fly-by of Oscar’s fist.

Jack ran up and clocked the guy behind the neck, gettin' him real good before flying in front of Dave and landing a kick in Oscar’s left thigh again.

He reeled back and swing wildly, catching Jack’s cheekbone and giving it a bruiser. Jack cried out a yell and turned to see Dave on the other side that Oscar wasn’t looking from and got him in his bottom back, completely knocking the wind out of the guy from his side, probably achin his ribs for good measure too.

Oscar doubled over in a wheeze and Jack took this as an opportunity to grab Dave’s hand and bolt away.

They got a good way to Jack’s car before he paused and said

“Wait, wait- where are we going?!” he blurted, looking David in his furiously blue eyes.

“Don’t know, don’t care, get me out of here. Far out of here. I don't care, you have your car and your plan- well I want in on that too. Please.” he grabbed and pulled forward both of Jack’s hands, eyes pleading yet forceful.

“Wh-woah there, hold on- I can't just let ya- do you- how- don’t you have a home? A family?” he blurted again, quickly as he heard more yells from inside the diner, likely the boys of satan troubling up again.

“I…they won’t care, it’ll be easier on them with one less person to care for. They don’t need my money if they don’t need to spend it on me.” he reasoned. his conflict was evident yet his drive to get the hell out of dodge was clearly winning out.

Jack paused again- he felt for him, he really did, and good god did he want to run away with this boy. But, he had to be reasonable. he wasn’t exactly just planning on taking a drive mind you.

Dave must've seen this look before cautiously saying “if it makes you feel better, ill leave some money and a note saying Im safe’n all.”

Jack nodded before slowly starting “I don’t exactly have a very safe plan, though-“

Hearing a door open and a subsequent yell, Jack was cut off and panicked. David took this to jump in the car and shove jack in beside him. he got the memo pretty quick and backed out if there like a madman on wheels.

Hightaling it once more, this time he just happened to have a cute boy in his car.

that had no idea he was a criminal.

Shit.

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deafwestnewsies · 1 year

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high school wrestling team au. jack and spot and romeo are varsity wrestlers. davey is a disgruntled scorekeeper. race is an absolute menace of a ref. les is a baby wrestler hoping to make var next year and impress the cool, older boy who won’t stop hitting on his brother

#literally couldn’t sleep until i got this off my chest #kath and sarah run the concessions and kiss #also hey haven’t caught ya in a while #newsies #newsies on tour #newsies on broadway #newsies live #newsies 1992 #davey jacobs #jack kelly #katherine plumber #javid #javid au

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saveugoodmadam · 4 months

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ah yes. me. my boyfriend. and his custom body pillow of the state of new mexico.

#newsies #javey #javid #look me in the eyes and tell me modern au jack wouldn't own one #crutchie got it for him ofc

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pigeonwit · 2 months

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i just need davey as a prince who is desperate to prove himself to his family and frustrated at not being taken seriously and then jack as his bodyguard who is constantly on the verge of a heart attack because this prince will NOT. STOP. USING SECRET PASSAGES TO FUCK WITH HIM.

#yes this spawned from a legend of zelda breath of the wild au that didnt pan out. what of it.#newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #javey #javid #fic thoughts

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jasperscringepit · 7 months

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Not posting the full image yet for reasons, but I had to post my rendition of the iconic musical con photo. And yes I made it Punk AU.

#they’re so in love #god literal heart eyes #javid #javey #Jack Kelly #Davey Jacobs #newsies #uksies #newsies punk au #my art

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paper-bag-arts · 2 months

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uh um uh *javeys your over the garden wall*

#i need everyone to know i’m still not normal about this #i’m halfway (?) through writing the fic #its at 16000 words #and 5 and a half chapters #i love my purely self indulgent au #over the garden wall #javey #javid #javey newsies #newsies #livesies #newsies fanart #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies otgw au

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walkman-cat · 5 months

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i had to :}

(i love these panels)

#yes this is a kirk and spock quote #it fits!!#im imagining this as happening as like the end of an episode. maybe after diplomatic relations maybe after jacks saved the ship #featuring a live kath reaction!#shes half betazoid she’s sensing their emotions and this is getting real old real fast (jack and davey have had interactions like this #on the bridge before. everyone’s sick of them. there are multiple betting pools.)#newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #javid #davey doodles #newsies star trek au

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we-are-inevitable · 9 days

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the sun still sets the same - javid WIP

“Hang on– Wait, okay, wait.”

They’re almost to the silver door before David all but drags Jack back a few feet, nearly making him bump into another person on the sidewalk. Jack turns on his heels to face David, who gently grabs his shoulders and positions him in the mouth of the alleyway between the two buildings- a bar and a dance hall.

“Everything okay, Dave?” Jack asks, righting himself from the shoving. He’s used to being manhandled- his frat brothers believe in the love language of side-punches and dragging people arould by the collar of their shirt- but David is pretty gentle about it, and it catches Jack off guard more than it should. “Change your mind?”

“No, I just… I wanna make sure that you didn’t,” David starts, glancing over his shoulder at the sidewalk. “Change your mind, that is. I know this isn’t really your scene, and I don’t want to force you or anything.”

Jack grins, gaze softening. It’s sweet, really, that David cares like this. He’s right either way: Jack has never been to a gay bar before, let alone a drag show, but David’s birthday is next weekend and Jack can’t go to his party because he has to go to a date party with some Chi-O, so this is the next best thing. A night out together, doing something that David loves.

Jack isn’t sure he gets the appeal yet, though; he knows it’s entertaining, but why David loves men in makeup and skirts, he isn’t sure. But, hey, maybe he’ll be enlightened.

“Dude, you really think I would’a walked all the way here to chicken out at the last minute?” Jack asks, raising a brow and crossing his arms. He sees David’s worry melt away- not completely, but enough- and the grin that takes place on his face makes Jack smile wider. “I’m a big boy, Davey. Ain’t gotta worry about me.”

David breathes out and nods. “Okay, good,” He says, and crosses his arms to mimic Jack. Jack watches him for a moment, the way his biceps flex a little as he moves and the way he cocks his hip, and he wonders for a moment how David isn’t cold just wearing a cut-up sleeveless croptop and a mesh undershirt. “In that case, we need to go over the rules.”

Jack tilts his head. “Rules. What rules?”

“First off, no judging,” David says quickly, nonchalantly holding one finger up. “Not that I think you would, but I’ve dealt with enough dickish straight guys at drag shows to not want to put up with it. Second– you’re here to see the show. I guarantee there will be plenty of straight girls looking for a gay best friend in there, and I know you’re not gay,” David pauses for a beat, “and I’m not trying to police who you flirt with or anything, but I just– I don’t, uh, want you missing out.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on flirting with anyone anyway. We’re celebratin’ your birthday, man, tonight’s all about you,” Jack says as earnestly as he can. This isn’t how he’d want to spend his Saturday night, but it’s for David. He’d do a lot for David. “Besides, you’re actin’ like I’m not gonna be glued to your side all night. I’m out of my element here.”

“Fair point,” David acknowledges with a tilt of his head. The movement makes the glitter on his eyelids shine in the barely-there ray of neon light from the sign above, and Jack has to admit, David looks pretty good in makeup, for a dude. “Third– please try to have fun, okay? I get that drag is, like, weird, but it’s supposed to be. Frankly, I think it’s better when it’s weird. I don’t want you to be miserable just because you’re doing this for me.”

“I guarantee you, this is gonna be fun, okay? I know it’s gonna be a culture shock. It’s fine, Dave, really,” Jack assures him, then nudges his shoulder with his fist. “Let’s get inside before you freeze to death.”

David’s grin morphs into some sort of amused little smirk, a look that Jack hasn’t seen before, and he drops his arms to his sides. “Oh, that’s cute! You think gay people get cold. You’ve got a lot to learn.”

As if he didn’t just drop an enigma of a sentence, David turns on his heels with surprising dexterity for someone in 4 inch platform boots, and walks out of the alleyway, beckoning for Jack to follow.

And Jack does.

He follows underneath the neon pink lighting of the sign reading Mirage, and he follows in line, and he follows when the bouncer- a larger man in a black tee and leather vest- draws an X on the back of his hand, and waves them inside, and he follows as David leads him into an overwhelming mash of glitter and pop music and people who don’t look like Jack at all.

For the first thirty seconds, it’s a difficult adjustment. After that, after Jack sees the smile on David’s face? After he sees David throw his head back and laugh at Jack’s initial shock, after he sees David start to sway to the music and raise his hands as he leads Jack to the stage area? Jack decides being in this new atmosphere is the easiest thing in the world, if it means he gets to see David smile like this.

#frat boy jack au #i am going feral insaneocrazy over here btw. biting biting biting #the basic premise is that jack and davey make unlikely friends after meeting in a college class #and jack is down BAD but doesnt know it #a story of accepting your queerness and finding who your real family is. a story of change and growth and all forms of love. yea #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #newsies #newsies live #livesies #uksies #west endsies #javid #javey #jac writes #newsies fanfiction

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joeythefrog · 4 months

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Debator David Jacobs

David who becomes known for how he brings a huge stack of sticky notes and before he talks he spends a minute in total silence laying them out. Everyone thinks it's a scare tactic but it's so he can calm himself down before he speaks.

David who is a second speaker (the second team member to go up who goes over every topic and makes a lot of the counter arguments) and mostly bullshits half the time. He is making this shit up, he is being unnecessarily petty while he tries to think of something to say.

David who gets cheered on by Jack who is always in the audience for every competition, every low level thing where there is maybe one audience member? Yeah that's Jack cheering him on. Every time he loses -even if it was deserved, Jack argues that it was unfair.

David who whenever he goes up against another newsie gets flagged from something. He will get personal.

"well since everyone has to wait a year, nobody will be behind, so you just have to be patient, unlike Race who is complaining" "*gasping Race*"

#david jacobs #newsies #newsies fandom #just please #more debate AUs #I have seen zero #someone fix that #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #javey #javid #javid newsies

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sweetliss55 · 2 months

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Ok but.....

Like......

CAN WE HAVE A Newsies Scream Au?..........

Jack Kelly as Billy Loomis

David Jacobs as Stu Macher

Spot conlon as Randy

Sarah Jacobs as Sydney

Katherine Pulitzer as Tatum

??????

#newsies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #scream 1996 #spot conlon #musicals #Javid #Sparah #Sarthrine #billy loomis #tatum riley #randy meeks #stu macher #scream au #sidney prescott #92sies

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frogmanfae · 3 months

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Modern Javid au where Jack meets this guy (David) who takes some time to warm up to people but once he does he's the Coolest and Jack is crushing so hard on him but like they've become best friends he can't ruin that now by liking a straight guy and telling him and one day he just says something like "woah you really know stuff about music (or something) too bad you're straight what a waste of potential lmao" and Davey is just like "I'm sorry it's too bad I'm what?"

#and then they kiss or something #newsies #david jacobs #livesies #jack kelly #newsies live #davey jacobs #uksies #92sies #newsies uk #newsies 1992 #newsies au #javid #clueless jack kelly

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fireylesbianhell · 1 year

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This World Won't Ever Forget Us

javid AU chapter two electric boogaloo. we get some perspective switch-up. this probably isn't similar to my usual means of writing, and it's not beta'd at all. I'm still working on getting a grasp of these characters, I apologize if they're ooc.

this one took me to hell and back. anyways, ill bitch more in the tags, you may now eat your lukewarm microwave meal of a chapter

as always, inspired by "Bite The Bullet" on ao3

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David Jacobs was a smart guy, this was an undisputed fact. Ask his Mother, Father, Sister, or Brother.

Ask his few drifting 'friends', that, are honestly more like 'odd Acquaintances' or 'pitiful classmates'. Ask any of his proud teachers who liked having a nice boy and star pupil or the begrudging teachers that let who they saw as a smartass and some 'waking mouth' go by with flying colors in their class.

So, if you were to say, ask David Jacobs why he was in a car, going 45 down a highway, hoping, prayin’ that the law wasn’t on their ass, he would simply stare in your face like you were a madman.

Yet, he was the madman in question.

Hearing the car rev again before slowing down, he turned to his fellow escapee.

He looked about his age, give or take possibly a year or two, but he could tell that he didn’t seem the type to have a ‘Just Graduated’ mentality after having just watched him let loose in the rickety old car down the highway after beating up someone for him in an alleyway.

“So…” He started slowly, holding onto his cap that still threatened to fall off his head despite the acceleration of the car being slowed.

“If you’re about to ask if we have any form of a plan, sugar, you’re shit out of luck.” He said exasperatedly. Dave shut his mouth quickly after that. That was, indeed his question- but there was a bit more to it.

“Actually- er, I wanted to know your name.” He said, probably sounding just as exasperated himself as a look of guilty shock briefly traveled on the driver’s face.

“...Jack, um, Kelly. Jack Kelly.” He said, slowly, as if clashing with himself out whether to entrust the information to David.

“David Jacobs, but you already knew most of that.” He said, to clear the air a bit. The car was fully slowed down now, and he let go of his cap.

They sat again in a bit of awkward stillness before David decided that, if he were likely gonna be spending a little while with this guy, he would bite the bullet, and get to know him.

“So, erm..where did you grow up?”

“Rowena, Texas.” He replied flatly.

“Texas? That’s…nice. Why in the hell did you leave Texas for Oklahoma? This place is the worst, y’know.”

“Wasn’t no choice. ‘Pa had to pack it up from Texas due to our farm going up in price he couldn't keep up with. Stopped up here for a bit and then I got myself arrested.”

And that, made David’s heart stop a bit.

Run away with a stranger? Bad. Run away with someone who has a criminal record? To, kindly put it, he was fucked.

“Um…wow…” he said hesitantly.

He watched Jack deflate a bit. “It was petty theft. A bicycle- I was 13.” He said, still wearing that shunned expression yet not sounding remorseful one bit.

This did help Dave’s conscious, if not just a tad. He nodded and said,

“So, no plan, a record consisting of…bike theft, and a car.”

“Stolen car, a gun in the back, and only one destination before I was bound to drop off the face Oklahomama…” Jack rambled out, gripping down the steering wheel, before blinking a moment and sighing.

“Before, you of course,” he said with a near wistful glace if Dave had to truly describe it. Wistful, Scared, And the same blink-and-you-miss-it 'oh, god I'm fucked' look in his eyes.

And if David took note of his rather pretty slightly multi-colored brown-green eyes, that was just for him to know, thank you very much.

David stared back. He was in a car- a stolen car, his brain helpfully supplied to him- with a criminal and a gun, on the run, running where?

He kept that thought aside- he was too busy still looking at an extremely stressed-out-looking Jack starting to babble on once more.

“I tried- to tell ya, I mean. I promise i-i ain’t no crook. Just- trying to get out, like you.” He paused, looking guiltily again before starting up

“I can drive you back. Back to your house, or, hell even that scum stunk diner if you don’t feel safe or nothin-”

Jack Kelly couldn't continue, as he was busier suddenly attempting not to crash a car at the moment-

due to the fact that David Jacobs was currently kissing him.

Jack wasn’t an expert in anything romantic.

He had one ‘girlfriend’ on a nearby farm once, when he was nine, and a few here-and-there crushes. It took one crisis in juvenile detention to take a realizing that, he liked boys just as much as he did gals- he didn't express it too much less someone like his Ma, from those few fragmented memories he had of the woman who left him, who spent every open minute on about God hatin’ the ‘Queers’ and may take it in their head to try and hurt him for it.

Jack knew he had a little thing for the boy who ran away with him in his stolen car, and, to have this boy kissing him like his life depended on it was a real eye-opener, especially while you're supposed to be driving.

Eventually, as if they both remembered humans do need to breathe, and broke apart, Jack's eyes darting to the open road ahead of them and making a sharp turn to the side of the road.

David’s eyes widened as if it had just hit him what he’d done.

Dave started to panic, internally- he just kissed him! Just like that! He didn't pull away sure but- maybe he was shocked? Angry? Maybe he was about to yell at Dave for not asking or he probably didn’t even like guys at all oh god-

Dave’s worries were paused by Jack kissing him this time.

Oh- well, that was a whole lot better than what he initially expected to happen.

Jack pulled them apart and then, sighed, oh so dramatically, that David couldn’t help but laugh himself.

“So..." he started, that exasperation back mixed with a meekness David expected seeing in watching his younger Brother trying to ask a girl out to a dance. Dave simply smiled, giving Jack a patient smile

Jack paused, looking up again. he gained his confidence once more, if only for a second.

"We don’t know each other still anyways, but Davey Jacobs, will you go wherever the hell with me despite my vast and likely growing criminal record?"

If you asked David Jacobs’ parents, siblings, acquaintances, and teachers. or anyone who ‘knew’ him, they would tell you he was obviously smart enough to say hell no.

“I Will.”

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Stepping into the shittest motel he’d ever seen, Dave was really starting to feel the romance. And now the lack of adrenaline that’s been fueling his life-changing choices.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It’s not perfect, I know- but, once I get another job done, we’re gonna be in the finest homes wherever we wanna be.” He grinned- that grin could bring David’s mind from its encyclopedic likes to nothing in an instant, yet somehow make him want to write the sappiest most romantic stuff he could ever dream of.

Dave nodded and let him talk to the clerk, requesting the one-bedroom and getting by with an odd look, and thankfully nothing else. The man didn’t seem an uptight kind, god knows what happens here at his motel, and by the looks of the place, David was sure that two guys who may be queer were the least of his concerns.

He and Jack made their retreat up, and when they got there Dave Collapsed backward onto the bed while Jack dropped a few things to the little shoddily built wood table beside them.

Dave looked up seeing the car keys, Jack's handgun, and a few papers on top of an open map.

“What’s that?” He asked, scooting over to see a few things marked down on the map half-covered by newspaper clippings and addresses, and a few notes in piss-poor handwriting from odd names like "Race" and "Specs"

“Places I need to be or have scouted out.” He said stoically, before smiling and grabbing his hand suddenly.

Jack pulled him over and put a pencil in Davey's hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a giddy little smile.

“Well? Anywhere you want babe. The world is ours the second I get those jobs done and then some. Any Job, Home, Earnin' you can think of.” he smiled, taking a step back and letting Davey have full control now.

This was new.

David Jacobs could finally help call the shots. Be dangerous, Be wild, and kill off that clean-cut plastic mold of a person he had to be, the person that drove him to the madness that got him to jump in that car this morning.

Ever since he was a kid there was almost always something he had to take care of. He had to help his father out constantly after the accident and relies on Dave to help him with his job. If Sara was unable to help their mother, Dave could do it with no problem. keep up with the chores, do the schoolwork, and help with his parent's work and his sister's work.

Then in school, his intellectual ability was immediately turned against him by others. Got a project with David Jacobs? Oh, then you basically don't have to do anything at all! Let brainiac handle it.

Then, Mom & Dad have Les, and David Jacobs becomes the babysitter, helper, worker, cheat sheet, and everything else in between. Every minute of his life became doing things for and taking care of other people.

And now, Tall, Dark, Handsome swoops into his life, and Jack Kelly gives him freedom.

He looked up at Jack with one of the most genuine expressions of happiness he’d ever felt on himself before and looked back down at the map.

He too wanted to see it all, and by god, He & Jack were gonna.

But David Jacobs was a smart guy, who knew they had to start small.

He circled a little theatre right outside Oklahoma City, a nice rich place his family traveled to once.

He had an ally there.

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