#and Davey just being like *deep sigh*

[livesincerely]

“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”

Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”

But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.

“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”

“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”

“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.

“Course not!”

“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.

Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…

“Oh,” he says blankly.

Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.

“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.

“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”

“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”

“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.

“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.

“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.

“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”

“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”

“I love you, too,” Jack murmurs.

Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.

And the taste of his kiss is even better.

#newsies #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #this is another one of those scene’s that just sort of came to me #i imagine the context is that Davey mentions going out for their anniversary and Jack immediately blue screens #cue Jack trying to ‘’’’subtly’’’’ figure out what the fuck Davey’s talking about #and Davey just being like *deep sigh* #didn’t know they were dating #well Davey did

[cocoathekoala]

Hello everyone! This is the first fanfic that I’ve written in like 7 years so I'm a little rusty. This fanfic is just a simple one. I’m trying to write more and I would appreciate any feedback and/or help. If you have any sort of storyline you would like me to write I will do that!! Every week I will run a poll on what I should write. Reader's choice is what I’m deciding to call it. Thank you all and I hope you enjoy it! <3

997 words and about 2 days of writing

Surprise!! Angel and David fanfic. (Angel pov)

Angel returns home after 2 weeks of being gone while visiting family.

I'm anxious and lost in thought on my flight back to Dahlia. During my entire trip, I just kept wishing David was there with me but he couldn’t escape from work. “3 hours,” I thought as I looked at the clock on my phone. “3 hours until I’m back in his arms again,” I thought with a smile. Those 3 hours felt like 16. I just wanted to be with him again and my back hurt from those horrible plane seats. As soon as the plane landed, I got out of it as fast as possible. I sprint over to the baggage carousel. I get there and don’t see him..yet.

The baggage carousel turns on and bags start flooding out. I check my phone, anxiously to see if he texted me that he was there. Nothing. I sigh and continue to scan around the airport. I see my bag before I see him. I grab my bag off the carousel and turn around. I feel my heart do a backflip and there I see him. Flowers in hand, leather jacket, a smile on his face. I immediately let go of my bag, ran, and jumped into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, threw my arms over his shoulder, and hugged him as hard as I could. “HI” I yelled loudly. He laughed, wrapped his arms around my waist, and hugged me back. “Hi angel,” he said, setting me down. “These are for you,” he hands me the flowers and then plants a deep and passionate kiss on my lips. “Thank you! They’re beautiful.” I say as I kiss him back.

It’s around 4:30 in the afternoon, in the middle of spring when the flowers on the hills of Dahlia bloom just right. The windows are down in the truck and it's about an hour's drive back from the airport to the house. Fleetwood Mac is playing and the smell of spring flowers is everywhere. The best part is that I’m sitting next to the man I’m going to call my husband in a few months, singing Gypsy. The sun is just bright enough that we have to wear sunglasses. I can’t stop staring at him. “How did I get so lucky,” I think to myself. “You staring at me, weirdo?” he says. I chuckle, “I missed you so much.” I say placing a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he won’t take his eyes off the road. “I missed you like hell, angel,” he says back, taking his hand off the wheel, squeezing my leg, and putting his hand back on the wheel. I let out a sigh and stuck my hand out the window, taking in the scenery. “What should we do tonight?” I ask, still looking out the window. There's silence for a moment. “We will figure that out when we get home, just enjoy the ride. The flowers are the most beautiful this time of year,” he says, turning down the radio. I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes smelling the aroma of flowers and David’s cologne.

As we pull into the driveway I open my eyes and look at the clock. 5:30 the clock reads. “We’re home already?” I say looking at the house. David chuckles as he opens his door and hops out, “Yep. You fell asleep.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and also hop out of the truck grabbing my things. “Here let me take that,” David says as he grabs my suitcase. “Thanks, Davey,” I say as I plant another kiss on his lips. “You’re welcome. Let's head inside.” He says kissing me back. We walk up to the door and as David is unlocking it I feel like I can hear whispering and moving around coming from inside the house. “Are there people here?” I ask looking up at him. He opens the door without saying anything. “You go first,” he says motioning his arm to inside the house. I look at him confused, “Did he not hear me or is he ignoring the question?” I think to myself. I shrug and walk inside.

As I walk inside I turn on the light and people jump out from what seems like everywhere. “Surprise! Welcome home!!!” everyone yells out. “Oh everybody is here!” I say looking around. There’s a sign above the TV that reads ‘Welcome home!’ a little overwhelmed by the love I’m receiving I can’t help but start to tear up. “Thanks, guys.” I force out, my voice cracking. “What’s wrong?” Tank looks at me concerned. “Oh, nothing! I’m fine. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” I walk to the bathroom wiping tears off my face. I walk into the bathroom and take a deep breath. I hear soft footsteps coming up to the door. “Angel? You okay baby..?” he knocks softly on the door. “I open it. “Yeah, I'm okay, Davey. Just a little overwhelmed.” I smile softly. He walks into the bathroom closing the door behind him. “What's going on?” He says bringing me into a hug. “You know, for those two weeks I didn't feel a single ounce of love until I got to call you,” I look up at him, “all they do is fucking fight. With me, with each other. Everybody is always fighting. It’s overwhelming to come home to so much love when I don't feel it with people who I'm supposed to call my family.” I sigh and back up. “It’s nice to be in a place where I know that I’m wanted.” David sighs, “Everybody in this house will always want you, even when it feels like no one could.” I start to tear up again, “thank you.” I kiss him. “Now there are a bunch of people out there waiting to party,” I say taking a deep breath and walking over to the door. “I’m ready when you are, Angel.” David says. “I’m ready.” I smile and open the door.

#redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted fandom #redacted fanfic #short angst

[aestheticpearl]

— 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

angel is a big nerd but they keep that a secret cause they actually like star wars more than star trek

only david knows about them being a huge nerd about it. he was the one that suggested not saying anything to asher and angel agreed after witnessing asher rant about star trek for two hours straight

despite telling david that the pack meetings are boring, angel has never missed one since they were invited to come

when they are bored at the pack meetings they love to doodle. whether it’s on paper or even david’s hand

angel may not be the best at cooking but my god they can bake

angel will make cupcakes, cookies, fudge and actual cake just for the pack meeting

david and angel will go on walks often and angel will always pick up at least twenty rocks because they look pretty and david will always hold them, not without a little protest

“but your pockets are deeper!”

“no way, they’re covered in mud”

“pleaseeeee davey”

he’ll let out a deep sigh and take the rocks while angel beams at him and turns to pick up more

angel almost never gets angry but when they do it’s one of the scariest things david has ever seen, straight up shook this man to his magical core

angel definitely has a black belt in karate and knows several self defense moves

david packs a lunch for himself and angel but angel will always sneak in a cute note and a sweet treat for him

they both love giving each other kisses on the each other’s temple

david isn’t big on pda but he will always hold angels hand when he can

whenever david holds angels hand they always feel seen by him

THEY SLOW DANCE IN THE KITCHEN‼️

angel always leans their head on david’s chest while doing so cause they love hearing his heartbeat

david loves talking to angel about his childhood, but he would never say that out loud

angel loves listening to david talk about anything and everything. they’re usually the one who talks the most in the relationship but when they get david going they love just listening

angel made david matching bracelets for valentine’s day one year and he has not taken it off since

angel keeps every cheap stuffed animal david has won them at the dahila carnival

angel has talked about what it’s like to be mates with another empowered person with both milo and sweetheart separately

they get kind of sad that they don’t have a magical core that can’t respond to david’s

all that insecurity went out the window the moment david proposed 

they are my parents your honor

.love always <3 pearl

.masterlist

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #redacted david shaw #redacted david x angel #redacted davey/angel #redacted david #redacted davey #redacted angel #redacted fluff #redacted asmr headcanons #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted asmr david #redacted asmr angel #redacted audio headcanons #redacted audio fanfic #redacted audio david #redacted audio angel

[pigeonwit]

pidge,,, I have no clue if the prompt post you reblogged was supposed to be for suggestions,,, but the one about character A moving around character B and trying to turn the light of mid cuddle is just,, so javid. Javid who will do ANYTHING to prevent disturbing the other, no matter how urgent a task is,, (the 2am delirium is setting in)

(yes they were indeed!! and if anyone else would like to put something in the suggestion box you can do so here

thank you jasper for choosing the prompt i wanted to do the most)

"Jack," Davey murmurs into the comforter, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing," Jack whispers, "go back to sleep."

Davey makes a childish little hum in the back of his throat, clearly very upset about things he doesn't currently know about, but settles further into the cradle of Jack's arms with a soft sigh.

Jack breathes slowly, his whole body boiling over with Davey - Davey's warmth, Davey's weight, Davey... He's never going to get used to holding him, just... Touching him. Being allowed to do that. It'd taken him at least a week into being 'official' - three and a half weeks from their very first date and two months, three weeks and four days from first trying to work up the nerve (but who's counting) - to even feel like he really was allowed. Like Davey wasn't just waiting for him to reach out only to jump away from him and ask what the hell he was doing, as if he might've somehow misread all the flirtatious comments and obvious dates and Davey actually, literally telling him, "I want to be your boyfriend," word for word.

It'd honestly taken Davey pointing it out to him - trying very hard to be polite and chaste about it and failing miserably, because Davey doesn't like being denied, as much as he might pretend otherwise - for Jack to even realize, oh, yes, he can touch his boyfriend if he wants - and he has to think that Davey might regret giving him that realization, because those words went deep, deep into his chest, into something aching and wanting that he'd kept hidden away for years, and activated what Crutchie accurately calls his 'grab drive'; and now Jack can't turn it off.

It goes something like this: Davey will be making breakfast, still looking perfectly sleep-rumpled from the night before in nothing but Jack's sweater and a pair of long pyjama pants that, while Jack maintains are dorky as hell, make him look so heartwrenchingly soft. His hair will still be a mess of brush-stroke curls, not being bothered to've found a brush yet, and his eyes will still have just a bit of a sheen to them as he pulls himself into wakefulness, and he'll be punching the spatula into the frying pan in tiny jolts of movement, his limbs still sleep-weak and numb in some places. And then Jack, without even realizing, will be right behind him, arms around his waist and squeezing - not too hard - just to know that yes, Davey is real. He'll lean up on his tiptoes and prop his head on Davey's shoulder, nudging at the bare skin of his neck until Davey laughs once - a soft and sleepy sound - and turns himself into Jack's weight, flopping over him like a blanket, surrendering the spatula to Jack's more experienced hands (bless Davey's cooking skills, but the man is not patient enough for scramble). Grab drive.

There's more, of course - Davey's doing his 'tism pacing' (his words, not Jacks), wandering back and forth in the fog of overthinking? Jack's pulling him gently into his lap, letting him giggle and sigh and rest against Jack's shoulder as he works. Grab drive. Davey's reading on the couch, flat on his back, his shirt riding over the sharp jut of his hipbone, curls tumbling over the cushions? Jack's suddenly blanketing him, snuffling at Davey's neck, as Davey props his book against Jack's head, resting his wrists and rubbing little circles into Jack's scalp. Grab drive. Davey brushes his fingertips against Jack's wrists, slowly working his thumbs into the sore muscles? Jack's tipping his forehead into Davey's chest, nuzzling his forehead against the crest of his collarbone like he might fuse them at the marrow, and humming happily as Davey works out the kinks in his wrists and chides him for not warming up properly. Grab drive.

It's not his fault - mostly. If anything, Davey's the one who made him realize how very touch-starved he'd been all his life, denying himself hugs and head-pats and cheek-kisses from the time he was a child, because he'd done nothing to deserve them. Touch was earned, in Jack's experience, whether it was a soft stroke of his hair or a good, hard smack. It wasn't right to just expect someone to want you. It was rude, annoying, childish, bratty-

And then Davey showed up and gave him everything, without question - and Jack hadn't looked back since. He takes every touch Davey'll give him and does it with a smile - and he'd hope he gave back as well as he got.

Except - selfishly, perhaps - he does wish Davey might roll off his arm just a bit.

He should've said something, yes, but 'such is the hubris of man' or whatever else Davey might say if he were awake. It's Jack's fault, really, and he can't even bring himself to be that embarrassed about it. Davey likes to read himself to sleep most nights, which is fine, because Jack likes to tip his head onto Davey's shoulder while he scrolls aimlessly on his phone, so they can both trade memes or funny passages or whatever else - but this time, Jack had gotten just a tiny, tiny bit distracted. They were in the same position they are now, therabouts, Davey on his side with his book resting on the pillow and Jack hugging his face into Davey's chest like a koala (grab drive, baby) - and with every chapter Davey passed, he seeped further and further into the pillows, so enraptured in Alys Conran that he didn't even notice he was falling asleep. Jack did, though, of course, because Jack notices everything about Davey - particularly the way he fell asleep with his whole face nuzzled inside the pages, soft paper tickling his nose as he snuffles and hums. Usually, Jack's able to grab him right before he dozes off, nudge his way over Davey's long waist and click off his reading light without Davey so much as noticing, too caught up in the limbo of wake and sleep. But this was an image Jack had needed to just stare at for a bit, hold it in his hands, slip it into a scrapbook and doodle over it in glitter-pink gel pen, and by the time it'd even occurred to him to turn off the lamp, Davey was out like a light (ha-ha, irony) and sleeping like a rock on Jack's arm.

He tries to peel his left arm away from where it curls around Davey's shoulders, to stretch his joints until he can reach the switch, but no luck. He can almost hear Crutchie mocking him in the back of his tired mind-

("Alas, another victim of Jack Kelly's wee little nerd arms."

"You play DnD, motherfucker, don't start-"

"And I fuck at it, Cowboy, you wish you were me!")

Damn Crutchie and his noodle limbs - Jack can turn off a light. He shifts forward a little, tries to turn Davey just enough to let him reach over him - and Davey makes a noise like a baby rhino, shoving his weight indignantly against Jack's own.

"Come on, Jack, I'm tired..." He whines petulantly.

"I know, baby," Jack says soothingly, pitching his voice down to where he knows Davey's weak for it. "S'okay, go back to sleep."

"M'trying..." Davey mutters. "What're you doing?"

"Cheating on you. Go back to sleep."

"Oh?" Davey hums. "With who?"

"Hank Green. Go to sleep."

"Mm, that's so weird..." He can feel Davey smirking against his temple, which means Davey's at the very least awake enough to mock him - shit. "Hank never mentioned you."

"Oh? Are we on a first name basis with Hank now?"

"Yup," Davey nods, slow and sleepy, "we get brunch, like, every Sunday. Never mentioned you."

Jack laughs quietly, because the day Davey wakes up before noon on a Sunday is the day the world ends.

"Well, we just have that kind of relationship, y'know? We don't need to go bragging about it, we have that kind of..." He yawns into Davey's shirt, and feels Davey's soft chuff of laughter through his chest. "Natural intimacy."

Davey hums, stretching from his spine to his toes like a cat.

"I guess we'll have to share."

"Tragedy." Jack smirks. "Go to sleep."

"I can't if you're bothering me," Davey scoffs. Jack winces - if Davey can manage a word with three or more consecutive syllables, he has to be awake now. "What's going..."

Jack looks up in time to see Davey blinking awake, star-blue eyes still glossy with sleep. He frowns, penny-wide pupils shrinking at the sudden light - it's a battle for Jack not to clutch his chest and aw at the sight - and shakes his nose out of his book, twitching like a rabbit.

"Did I read-sleep again?" He asks, and Jack can't help his soft, confirming laugh. Davey giggles with him, glancing over his shoulder. "Did I leave the light on?"

"Yeaahhh," Jack winces. "I was gonna get it."

"You...?" Davey turns back to him, his frown turning soft at the edges as a smile toys at his lips. "Jack, is that seriously it? You just wanted to turn the light off?"

Jack laughs indignantly, shoving his palm against Davey's shoulder.

"You try moving when there's a six foot loser on your arm!"

"Five-nine, Jack, you're just little." Davey scoffs. "And you could've just woken me up."

Jack stuffs his face into the pillows and grumbles, glaring at his horrible, lovely boyfriend from over the fabric. He's going for cute, maybe a little 'so weird Davey's into it' if he's lucky, but Davey only stares at him in delight, eyes wide and calculating.

"Oh, Jack," he grins, his voice gilded with a teasing edge, "is that what that was? You didn't want to wake me!"

"I-!" Jack splutters, his face going warm. "You - you were sleeping, I didn't-!"

"Jackie..." Davey drawls, the just-barely-awake rasp in his voice doing very terrible things to Jack's mind. "You didn't want to wake me..."

"Stop it. That's your I'm right voice, and you haven't even proven anything-"

"You wanted boyfriend points," Davey snickers, "you wanted a good grade in cuddling, something that is both possible to achieve and-"

"Don't fucking Tumblr me, you menace."

Davey rolls his eyes, leaning over to drop his crumpled book on the bedside table, and hovers his hand over the switch with a teasing look.

"Can I turn this off, or will I be undermining your valiant efforts?"

"Mm, keep talkin' dirty to me, babe."

"Menace." Davey scoffs as he flicks off the light. They shuffle back to each other - Davey has a habit of pushing and shoving at his bedding, Jack included, until it's suitably comfortable for him - the two of them bathing in darkness, warmth and the whispers of each other's breath, already wrapped in soft slumber. Jack squeezes his waist with a contented sigh, one arm laid between them, the other pressed, palm flat, to the small of his back.

Yes. Very real. Good to know.

"Goodnight, Jackie."

"G'night, Davey."

#THIS is the shit i needed rn #gimme that soft shit. im tired of plot rn i want cozy. i want somft. i want sleebjy. #oof i feel good now #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #uksies #(its ALWAYS uksies in my fics) #javey #javid #pigeon scribbles #ask #jasperscringepit

[andjsjfks]

WIP Wednesday

here, have a snippet of a 5+1 Angel/David fic i've been working on, as a treat. I say Angel/David, it's going to be more Angel + the shaw pack, a little bit of pack family feels if you will.

“Our home insurance doesn’t cover rowdy pack members, unfortunately.” Angel laughs from their position against the doorway. “And weirdly enough I quite like our house, so no, no more solstices from here.” 

They’d already brought this up with David, as the two lay in bed the night before, exhausted from the events of the day. Angel resting their head on Davids's chest, their body moving with his breathing and the constant noise in their head silenced by the sound of his heart. Despite everyone having settled down for the night, the house felt alive. The sound of the fridge door opening and closing could be heard from downstairs, no doubt a couple of the older pups deciding to raid their snack supply. Paired with the snores and shuffling coming from every sleeping surface available. Now their house was not small by any means, but all of their spare rooms had been filled, including the blow-up mattresses they’d stuck into a few of them. Whilst some weren’t happy with the prospect of doubling up, they had it a damn sight better than the members left to sleep on the downstairs sofas. 

The sleeping arrangements weren’t perfect, but in the end, nobody seemed to care. Instead just enjoying the time spent together as a pack. 

Angel loved it. Having everyone in the same place, housing them in a space that they’d worked so hard to make welcoming and safe. The feeling overwhelmed them on occasion, how strongly they wanted to ensure that each and every member of the pack was comfortable and happy whilst staying in their care. God only knows how David must feel, having his entire family under one roof. 

Angel didn’t have a magical core, but still felt the effects of the solstice in their own way. 

Despite this, they knew they couldn’t continue to hold the gathering in their shared home next year. Space was hard to come by even before the addition of Vincent and his partner, who currently have the pleasure of tripling up with Tank, Sam, Milo and Sneaks. Even David and Angel had opened up their bedroom to Asher and his mate, who were both knocked out on a blow-up mattress on the floor. 

A small snore from Asher brought Angel out of their thoughts. 

“Hey, Davey?” They whisper. His reply comes in the form of a deep hum, and a caress of their shoulder. 

“We need a bigger place” David snorts. Peaking one eye open to look down at them from their place on his chest. 

“Any bigger of a place and Asher will start calling me a McMansion owner” He moves his head to look down to the floor, at his Beta currently sprawled across the stomach of his mate. “And selfishly, I don’t want that to be a title that sticks”.

A soft laugh leaves their lips, arms tightened around David. “Either we get a bigger place, or we find somewhere else to host from,” they sigh. “The look Tank gave me when I told them they’d have to share with Milo is not something I wish to experience again. For the good of my health.” 

“He is a snorer”

The two share a laugh, being mindful of their two pack mates sleeping but feet away from them. 

“I understand though.” David continues on. “We’ve outgrown our home. Next year I’ll look into some local holiday spots and see if anything sticks out.”

That’s when Angel strikes mental gold.

“What about the cabins?” Lifting their chin to rest just above his heart, they continue. “Up in the mountains, surrounded by woods that’d be perfect for the pack run.” Their whispers sound excited, a smile growing as the idea blossoms. “We could rent out all the cabins, might be expensive on our end, but at least then everyone gets their own bed to sleep on.” A hand at Davids's waist slowly creeps upwards, tracing the soft skin of his sides and landing just below his collarbone. 

“Best start saving now then” he whispers, his hand moving from the soft skin of their arm to the warmth of their cheek. Guiding their face to his for a short, soft kiss. Angel pulls away and nestles themselves into the crook of his neck, sighing at the feeling of warmth and protection this has always given them.

#god knows when im finishing this its turning into a big one #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #david shaw #redacted shaw pack #wip fic #redacted fic

[starlitangels]

(Like The) Fairy Tale Movies

L i s t e n. Yesterday’s video got me soft and Davey had to tell his kids about how it happened in canon. 2.1k words

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“Angel—no, Natalie, get down—angel can this please be the last time you leave me alone with the kids?” David asked over the phone. I laughed, watching my screen as he had to move and snatch our daughter.

“I’ll be home tomorrow. I thought you said you could handle them both for a four-day business trip.”

“I can. But Asher decided to bring Evelyn over for a playdate—and Asher decided to also bring a Halloween-sized bag of candy.” The video jerked. “Gabriel, stop pulling your sister’s hair.”

“Davey, you know sugar highs aren’t actually a thing, right? Like, placebo effect maybe but the kids don’t even know what the concept is.”

“I’m well aware. But that doesn’t mean the kids don’t get overexcited when we get unexpected friendly visitors bearing candy, and you’re not here to help me rein them in,” David grumbled.

“Uncle Aaaaash!” Natalie shouted somewhere in the background.

The video call lurched again—I was gonna have to look away soon or risk getting motion sick. “Natalie Jean Shaw. You do not try to jump off the counter!” David snapped. My daughter’s maniacal giggle was all that she gave him in response. I heard him sigh heavily.

“Whaaat?” Asher’s voice asked off-screen. “C’mon buddy. Sometimes, ya gotta let her learn the hard way! She jumps off and takes a tumble and she learns not to jump off the counter anymore! Problem solved!”

Natalie giggled again. I caught a glimpse of her pigtail braids on the screen.

“I do not need her breaking her arm and the three-hour lecture from Marie about being a more careful father when she has to come heal it.”

“Just call Sam, then,” Asher said with a laugh. “He’s got Micah. He knows how these girls are.”

David pinched the bridge of his nose on my screen. “We are not having this discussion, Asher.” He turned to look at me. “Can I call you back in an hour, angel?”

“Of course. I’m just at the hotel for the rest of the night.”

He gave me a soft look. The one he reserved for only me. “Thank you.”

“I love you, Davey.”

“I love you too. So much.”

I blew him a kiss. He smiled and pretended to catch it before disconnecting the video call.

—

David flopped down width-wise across the bed. After Asher and Evelyn left and David finally got his nightmares ready to go to bed, he’d called his angel, finished their conversation, chatted a little more, and then they had to get some sleep—being several timezones ahead.

He was tired in a way that he hadn’t been since Natalie was an infant. He loved his spouse and was proud of the work that they loved so much, but he missed them terribly when they weren’t home. He enjoyed having some one-on-two time with the kids—but it could get exhausting fast. Natalie was so curious and always had questions. Gabriel was easier but damn he could get rowdy when he wanted to. Especially when Evelyn was around. Those two were a Dynamic Duo if he ever saw one.

He knew he needed to get up and shower before getting in bed, but his muscles kept saying, “One more minute,” whenever he tried to get them to respond.

Finally, he grumbled and got to his feet. His shower was quick and thorough, as usual. He threw on his pajamas and plopped back onto the bed. Considering a short nap before going back downstairs to finish the paperwork he’d been falling behind on.

He felt his eyes fluttering closed.

“Daddy?” a small voice asked from the door.

David took a deep breath and sat up.

Natalie was standing there in her smiley-face-star-patterned purple pajamas. Her comfort blanket was in one hand, the small wolf plushie she’d dubbed “Sheldon” in the other. The hand with the blanket was up under her eyes.

“What is it, baby girl?” he asked gently, holding his arms out.

She toddled into the room, stumbling on the hem of her blanket every couple steps. When she got to the tall king-sized bed, David bent down and hoisted her up into his lap.

She sniffled. There were tears in her eyes. “I... I miss them,” she said quietly.

David sighed, a melancholy smile appearing on his face. “I know, Natty. I do too.” He wiped her eyes with the opposite corner of her blanket.

A floorboard creaked, muffled slightly by being under the upstairs carpet.

“I know you’re there, Gabriel. You can come in,” David said.

Gabriel ran in, jumping as high as he could to try and get up onto the bed. He was tall for his age but still too short to make it, and bounced off the corner like a rubber band. David put Natty on one leg so he could bend and scoop up his son, putting him on the mattress next to him. “You missing them too?”

Gabriel nodded, eyes wide and staring up at him. David never quite got over looking down into his own exact eye color at his son, or his mate’s when looking at his daughter. He wondered if he ever would. Probably not.

David pulled Gabriel in close to his side, keeping Natty secure with his other arm. “It’s okay, Gabriel. I miss them too.”

Both of his kids clung to him, small fists balling in his pajama shirt.

David scooped them both up, one in each arm, and scooted across the bed until he could get under the covers with both of them. They each rested their heads on his shoulders.

“Daddy?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah, baby girl?” He gave her damp braid a gentle tug, acknowledging he was listening.

“How did you know you wanted them as your mate?” Her voice was small.

David smiled, a soft chuckle rising, unbidden, from his throat at the memories. “Because they acted a lot like you do, and you know how much I love you.”

“But I wasn’t born yet,” she protested.

“Nope. Not by a long time. But they were bright and happy and sweet and playful—and they liked teasing me. No one had teased me in a long time because I was the alpha and my friends thought they couldn’t anymore. My mate didn’t know anything about magic or wolves when we met.”

Gabriel nodded. “Like how we can’t mention it to our cousins on their side of the family.”

“That’s right, buddy,” David agreed. “But when I met them, I knew I was going to like them. Then, the more time we spent together, the more we fell in love.”

Natty giggled. “‘Are you hungry’?” she asked, trying to drop her voice in a low imitation of his. But it sounded more like how his angel imitated his voice than his actual voice.

David heaved a heavy sigh. “Of course they told you about that,” he muttered under his breath. “Yes, that’s what I asked after I told them I loved them for the first time.” Gabriel giggled too. “I didn’t know what else to say. I’d never told anyone I was in love with them before.”

“Were you scared?”

“A little.”

“Awww! Daddy, why? Didn’t you know they loved you too?”

“I hoped so. But... sometimes it feels complicated when it comes to love.”

Natalie shook her head. “No it doesn’t. If you love somebody, you say it!”

You’ll understand what I’m talking about when you’re older, David thought, but didn’t say out loud.

Natalie squirmed out from under his arm and climbed up onto his torso. Even resting her head on his chest, she was so small that her toes didn’t even reach his knees yet. She put her chin on his sternum and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Did you ask them to marry you or did they ask you?”

David chuckled. “I asked them, sweet pea. We’d been together for... nearly four years.”

Natty wiggled on top of him. “How did you ask? Was it like the fairy tale movies?”

“It felt like it, but it wasn’t as... fancy,” David replied. “You remember the big party we have with the whole pack in December for the MoonBound solstice?”

Natty nodded fervently. “Uh-huh. I love the party!”

David reached up with his now-free arm and set a hand on her back to hold her in place before she slipped off his torso and landed on her brother. He nodded slower. “Well, it was after the party. The rest of the pack had gone home. It was just me and my mate in the house—the one we owned before this one. We were just having a quiet rest of the night before the strength of my magic started to fade again after the pack run. We were just... sitting on the couch... relaxing.”

Natty scrunched her whole face up, not having mastered just scrunching her eyebrows yet. “And you just... asked? You didn’t get down on one knee?”

David smiled and laughed softly. “Let me finish, baby girl,” he said. “I did get down on one knee. I said some mushy things about how much I loved them and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, then I got down on one knee and asked if they’d marry me.”

Natalie gasped. “Did they say yes?!”

Gabriel scoffed. “Of course they did, stupid,” he snapped. “They wouldn’t be married now if they didn’t!”

“Gabriel, we don’t call people stupid,” David chided.

“But... Uncle Ash calls Uncle Milo stupid,” Gabriel pointed out.

“Uncle Asher needs to learn how to talk nicely to other people,” David said firmly.

“Are you going to wash his mouth out with soap?” Natalie asked.

David couldn’t stop the snort that made both his kids jump. “No, Natty. His mate might, but that’s their job, not mine.”

“Oh, okay.” She moved her head so her chin was no longer on his sternum but instead rested her ear to it. 

The three Shaws were quiet for a few minutes. Gabriel seemed to have fallen asleep.

“Daddy?” Natty asked again, quietly.

“Yeah, baby girl?”

“I’m glad you got married.”

He smiled. “Me too.” He smoothed some of her messy flyaway hairs off of her face.

“You could have been more fancy when you asked though. Like the fairy tale movies.”

“I could have. But keeping it simple felt right for us.”

Natty yawned. “Okay,” she said.

David chuckled lightly. “Get some sleep, baby girl.”

She yawned wider. “Okay.”

Within seconds, she was breathing deep on his chest. Sound asleep.

David’s small smile grew. “I love you, baby girl.”

“Love you too, Daddy,” she whispered in her sleep.

—

I crept into the house at five in the morning, waving to Sam in thanks. He waved back and drove off. He’d volunteered to come pick me up since it would be before dawn and he hadn’t wanted David to have to pack up the kids that early.

Once the door was eased shut and locked behind me, I abandoned my suitcase next to it and snuck up the stairs.

Gabriel’s room was the closest to the stairs. I poked my head in to see if he was sleeping.

His bed was empty, the sheets rumpled. Wolfy McFloof—the larger wolf plushie Asher had given him when Natty was born—was jammed haphazardly between the bedside table and the bed itself.

My heart started pounding louder. I took a step and a half across and up the hall to Natalie’s room.

Her bed was the same. But her small comfort blanket and Sheldon were also missing.

A pit formed in my stomach and I ran to my and Davey’s room, ready to throw open the door and see it empty. To see my family snatched in the middle of the night while I was gone. By whom, I had no idea.

I grabbed the knob and shoved the door open.

A large, misshapen lump sat in the middle of the bed, covers draped over it.

On quiet feet, I slipped over.

The anxiety eased away when I saw David’s face. Gabriel tucked under one of his arms—and Natalie lying on his chest with a small smile on her face. Sheldon and her blanket in each hand. I sighed with relief and sagged down, kneeling beside the bed.

Davey heard me. One of his lush green eyes peeked open.

He gave me a soft, lovestruck smile. The same one he only ever gave me.

“Welcome home, angel.”

—

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[sunshowerwriting]

Bored

(Redacted Audio) David x TransMasc! Reader

0.8k Words

pregnancy

Being home alone all day with doctors order to rest was never fun, but David wasn’t giving you a chance to ignore the doctors orders.

the reader was written to be transmasc, however it is never explicitly stated that they’re trans so you can look at this as like magical mpreg if you’d like. also this is about a transmasc being pregnant so don’t read if that’ll give you dysphoria

female aligned dni!

Maternity leave was kicking your ass. Staying home, alone, with nothing to do but “rest” and “don’t be stressed” was torture. It was almost impossible to not be stressed when you could literally have a baby any day. So when you weren’t bored out of your mind you were doing the exact opposite of what everyone was telling you to do. 

On this particular afternoon you were doing the dishes. Something you didn’t enjoy doing on any normal occasions and in your current state it was even more difficult to do. But you were bored and they needed to be done, so here you stood doing the dishes.

The music you had playing drowned out your surroundings. Which would usually be a good thing, but today your loud music had turned against you and left you to be snuck up on by your husband.

“Angel.” 

His annoyed voice was much closer to you than you had expected, truthfully you hadn’t expected to hear his voice at all. It wasn't time for him to be home from work. However, after getting over your initial shock you decided to turn around and play it innocent.

“Davey,” You started, wiping your hands on a nearby towel before leaning in to wrap your arms around his neck. 

“You’re home early. How was your day?” 

You smiled as sweetly as you could but the look on David’s face said that he wasn't going to drop this that easily.

“What are you doing?”

Although his voice was as annoyed as it was when he first spoke, his hands found their way to your waist. This proved, at least in your mind, that he wasn’t actually as mad at you as he sounded. 

“Dishes!” You responded to his question cheerily. 

“Angel, you know you need to rest.” He said rubbing circles on your waist. 

“I know but-“ 

Your words caught in your throat at the look David gave you. It was stern and grumpy, and everything you’d expect from him in this situation. But at the look you had to admit your defeat.

You rolled your eyes and sighted in one last defiant gesture before speaking. “Okay, no more dishes. Just rest.”

At your words David took your hand and began leading you into the living room. Even if he was leading the way he made sure you were able to walk at your own pace. He never to exceeded the speed at which you could move at the moment. 

Guiding you to the couch, David took a seat and pulled you gently to sit down with him. You collapsed onto the sofa next to him, much less gently than David had sat down. Turning to face him you smiled innocently once again which only made him roll his eyes. 

“Come here you disaster.” David opened his arms and you gladly situated yourself so you could comfortably lean into him.

“You know you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like that.” He grumbled. 

You laughed lightly before speaking. “Well they needed to be done, and it's not like I don’t have plenty of freetime.”

David sighed. His hands found their way to your stomach, resting there soothingly. Something he had started doing as soon as you both found out you were pregnant. It made him feel closer to you and your child. A fact you had learned after teasing him about it one evening early on in your pregnancy. 

“That's not the point.” 

His words made you laugh and you turned your head enough to get a glimpse of his face. He looked deep in thought, like there was something he wanted to say, and after a brief pause you finally got to hear what he was thinking. 

“You’re my mate. My husband. Let me take care of things. Especially right now.”

You laced your fingers with one of his hands that rested on your stomach. He held onto your hand tighter than you expected him to but the message he was trying to convey was loud and clear. You leaned more into him and sighed.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop trying to do so much. But I can still do things you know. Just because the doctors said I need extra rest doesn’t mean I can't do anything.” You paused briefly, but spoke again before David could say anything. 

“But thank you. I appreciate you taking care of me and the baby. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

David shifted his head down and kissed the top of your head, a quick meaningful kiss that said all was forgiven. Probably not forgotten, but you’d take what you can get. You laughed again, a softer laugh than before. David was wonderful at putting up with you. And that only made your excitement to see him with your child grow more every day. He was going to be a good dad. You were both going to be good dads.

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[davidshawswife]

Need you now

Part 3!!!!!!! IT'S DONE! I didn't think I would actually finish it. Ngl I feel very proud of myself. my commitment issues ran out the door when I started this series. I hope you all enjoy the final part! thank you for reading! also shout out to @gavinsdeviant for always being there if I needed any help Love you hun.

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Angels pov

Angel woke up with a killer headache. Groaning as they opened their eyes. To say they felt like shit would be an understatement. They drank more than they would like to admit. Yesterday was the exact date Angel and David broke up. Three months ago.

Their memory hazy. Fog filling their mind. Deciding to get out of bed and get a glass of water. Angel looked to their side. Seeing the bed David less. It still felt weird. After 3 months they thought they would get used to the feeling of always missing him. But they hadn't.

Angel needed to here David's voice. Deciding they would call him. Desperate. They were desperate to talk to him.

They held the phone to their ear waiting for him to pick up. Angel looked at the time realizing he was probably asleep. But unable to just hang up they left a message.

Angel dragged in a deep breath before starting.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...'' they had gotten mostly used to always seeing memories of them with David. They never left. The memories always ran in their mind unable to stop.

''reaching for the phone cause, I can't fight it anymore..''

They let out a shaky breath. ''and I wonder if I ever cross your mind." chuckling they whispered. "for me it happens all the time.''

They were going to let it out. Everything that Angel had been bottling up for the past few months. They were going to say it.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-'' they sniffed "I need you.. now. I need you now Davey. I told myself I wouldn't call but I lost all control and.... I really, really need you." Angel sobbed.

David's pov

David laid on his bed. staring at the ceiling unable to sleep. Last night Did not go as planned. He had a whole speech he was going to say. He was going to win his Angel back. And then everything would be fixed and his heart would be put back together. But he had that fucking meeting to attend and by the time it finished they would have already been asleep.

He sighed when his phone started ringing. Deciding to just leave it to ring. Who would call him at-

"Hi Davey-''

No. No. No. There was no possibility that Angel would be calling him. But fuck he couldn't forget that voice. He sat up straight. Staring at his phone like it was holding an axe.

He heard their shaky breathing. His heart galloping at the sound. They sounded like they were about to cry.

"picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor...''

What?

"reaching for the phone cause I can't fight it anymore.."

I'm always here Angel, always.

"and I wonder if I ever cross your mind..."

All the damn time baby.

He heard them chuckle. But not of humor.

"for me it happens all the time.'' they said in a low whisper. He almost didn't register it.

Why were they calling? Were they in trouble? Were they hurt?

The thought alone had his breathing shallow.

"It's a quarter after one... I'm all alone and I-" he heard them sniff "I need you-''

That was all it took. 3 simple words and David was on his feet frantic searching for his clothes. If they needed him he was there no questions asked.

Sprinting toward his car. Phone in hand. Call unanswered. As they went on about needing him. And he knew. Right then. He would always be there. With whatever they needed.

He was driving like a maniac. But desperation filled his soul with the need to get back to Angel.

"I can't stop looking at the door. I keep waiting for you to burst through and hold me. God, I want to be back in your arms..."

I want you back in them.

"I need you... Please, please. Come here please-" they sobbed.

No. Don't cry baby. Not over me. Never over me.

''I'm sorry, that I'm a burden to you... But I really fucking need you, Davey please."

Never. You could never be a burden.

"I still love you. Always have, always will..."

I love you more than you can imagine Angel.

The car came to an abrupt halt as David reached Babe and Asher's apartment. Sprinting. Taking two steps at a time he was beyond desperate to get to angel. Nothing could stop him.

Angels pov

They dropped their phone at the sudden sound of banging against the apartment door. They slowly made their way over to the door. Who would be here at one-forty five in the morning.

They gasped at the realization. No. It couldn't be David. He didn't answer their call so he had to be asleep. There was no way. Still there was a little spark of hope brewing inside them.

Angel opened the door with hesitation. Gasping as they saw David standing there. His chest heaving. Like he had just been running.

"Come here.'' He whispered. Pulling them tightly to his chest. He buried his face in their hair.

Angel reveled in the feeling of David's arms around their waist. Their face pressed up against his chest. It felt good. They felt good. They felt.... Home.

David took their face in his hands. Wiping away the tears that escaped.

Angel whispered. Lost in the moment. "Davey-"

"No. wait.... Let me-" he took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves. "Let me say this first.... It has been a long 3 months... I'm sorry, Angel..." he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Fuck, you have no idea how sorry. I never should, I-"

"I know... It's okay-''

His voice hoarse and raspy as he whispered "It's not. I don't know what happened to me.... But baby I'm back. Your David is back... He's not going anywhere. I promise. And I vow to you never to break that promise again..''

Angel nodded gripping David's t-shirt pulling him closer. His arms sinking to their waist pulling them closer.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked aching to join their lips.

Angel nodded. "Do you really have to ask?''

The shifter chuckled. "I suppose not...''

David slowly tipped his head down. bringing Angel in for a soft and slow kiss. Sparks flying between them as He pressed their body against his deepening the kiss.

They broke apart gasping for air.

"I want you angel for worse or for better... And I know after everything you might not be ready... But I would wait... For you I would wait forever...."

Angel grinned "where did 'David no mushy bullshit Shaw' go?" pulling out their best mimicking of David's voice.

He let out a hefty chuckle. "Just let me do this you little snot.... I lost my mind and I hurt you. I'm beyond sorry.... But I am better now, Angel. Give me another chance. Please, baby, I can be the man you want me to be..."

"I love you, Angel. That will never change. I am yours for as long as I breath. And I can only hope that-" he let out a shaky breath "-you will be mine in return.''

"I have and will always be yours David Shaw." Angel whispered brushing their lips against David's.

They grabbed the back of his neck. Pulling him down for a deep hungry kiss. The kind that makes you see stars. The kind that draws you into a trance. The kind you never want to stop. Like they had been deprived of each others taste for months. They had.

But now they were back. They were hom-

Asher sighed a sigh of relief. "Thank god. Took you long enough.''

That's it the series is done. I love you all. I send blessings. If you have any requests feel free to message me. I promise I'm a nice person. lol anyway. I really hope everyone enjoyed this series. good day or good night.

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[atticusredwood]

Rude awakening.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3/??

If anyone here thought Atticus was about to hurt Davey, he wouldn’t. He didn’t.

You see, Atticus’ crowbar in appearance is 4 feet long, painted white, and has “A + J” carved into it. Him Jack were once good friends when he had this and they carved their initials. Obviously, their friendship didn’t last long.

Right then, he was approaching Davey to have him carve his initial too. Davey was a bit concerned with the twitching, blood, broken arm, and the fact he was being approached by someone with two potential weapons. Luckily, it wasn’t even a bad situation.

Atticus was a bit distracted by the political cartoon he saw before he snapped back and spoke.

“Youse David, yeah?” Atticus said, trying to keep his sentences short so no one could hear his voice break. This was already too much.

“Yeah, you?” Davey also kept his sentences short, there was a bit of anxiety boiling his insides with the fact Jack’s not here yet.

Atticus took a deep breath and spoke. “Atticus Redwood, I lead Queens.” He adverted his stare to the ground, he could feel the stares from a few of the Manhattan newsies, reasonably so. “As a..symbol of the strike, do you think you could carve your first initial into the crowbar, please?”

He pointed to where and gave Davey the blade he’d sharpened. He was careful about it, calculated, he’s trying to stay stable enough to not hurt anyone.

Davey was a bit hesitant for many reasons. The crowbar’s blood stained, he’s got a sharp blade in his hands and he’s being asked nicely by the ‘Angel of Death.’ Plus, where’s Jack? It feels kinda wrong to do this without his presence, though it’s not something that’s harmful at all. He sighed and carved his initial next to Jack’s as Atticus held the crowbar still.

“Thank you..” Atticus mumbled as he took his blade back, pocketed it, and went over to the Flushing newsies.

He saw Medda step forward, feeling blessed by her presence because she’s just that awesome.

“Welcome, newsies of New York City. Welcome to my theater and your revolution!” She said, her voice still as strong as he remembered.

There were loud cheers, Atticus joined them a bit late because he was a bit overstimulated still.

“Let’s hear it for Spot Conlon and Brooklyn!” Davey shouted.

More cheers. Atticus could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He glared back as Spot walked past him, she had a glare in her eyes, as if to try and intimidate him.

Didn’t work, never will. That right hook though…

“Newsies united! Let’s see what Pulitzer has to say to you now!” She said, Atticus had to admit, she’s quite motivational.

More cheers as Spot sat back down with her girls before Finch interrupted.

“Hey, Davey! Where’s Jack!?” Finch yelled.

Davey’s anxiety went up a bit when there was a bunch confused murmurs from the 10,000 kids in the room. Medda walked up to him as she saw his desperate look at her.

“Sorry kid, no sign of him yet. Looks like you’re doing a solo.” She patted his shoulder reassuringly and Davey took a deep breath as Medda sat near Les and Sally, who watched in interest.

Spot started a chant. “Jack! Jack! Jack!” And it seemed everyone joined. Even Atticus, with his hard pounding from the gut feeling something was about to go really wrong and he’d lose it.

Davey timidly walked up in front of them, not ready but ready enough as the chant died down. “Newsies of New York!..look at what we’ve done! We’ve got newsies from every pape and every neighborhood here tonight. Tonight you’re making history.” Davey said.

“History!” Spot said loudly, scared the life out of Davey for a moment and the cheers started back up.

“Tonight we declare that we’re just as much a part of the newspaper as any reporter or editor!” Davey said, gaining some confidence that he was being cheered for. They get louder.

“We’re done being treated like kids. From now on they will treat us as equals!” Davey said proudly as Jack appeared down the aisle. The cheers got louder before Jack silenced them with a sharp whistle.

“You wanna be talked to like an adult? Then start actin’ like one. Don’t just run your mouth, make some sense.” Jack said, pretending his palms weren’t sweaty from what he was about to do.

“And here’s Jack!” Davey yelled, gesturing to Jack.

This time Atticus started the chant. “Jack! Jack! Jack!”

The second Jack laid eyes upon Atticus his brain went haywire. This is gonna be terrible.. Jack silenced them with the whistle again. Atticus shivered because he could tell he was making eye contact with Jack.

“Alright! Pulitzer, raised the price of papes, without so much as a word to us. That, was a lousy thing to do.” Jack said, much better at stopping his voice from quivering too. More cheers. “So we got mad and let ‘em know we ain’t gonna be pushed around!” The cheers got louder. “So we go on strike. Then what happens? Pulitzer lowers the price so’s we’ll go back to work! And a few week 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 died down and turned into confused murmurs along the lines of “We strike..?”

Davey looked at Atticus and Spot as if for some explanation or comfort that this wasn’t happening. But it was. And Atticus tried to bite his tongue. He couldn’t.

“Kells, what are you on about..?” Atticus mumbled in a shaky voice, he couldn’t tell what he felt. Anger. Sadness. Betrayal was strong in the air.

“Fellas, we gotta be realistic. We don’t work, we don’t get paid.” Jack pushed Davey lightly on the chest. “How many days can you go without makin’ money? However long, believe me, Pulitzer can go longer.”

The newsies booed and Atticus glared sharp daggers at Jack. “Don’t you dare..!” Atticus got louder. Medda was a bit shocked to see Jack do this..

Jack looked at Atticus and bit his tongue before continuing. “But I have spoken to Mr. Pulitzer and he has given me his word: if we disband the union, he will not raise the price for two years. He will even put it in writing.” The boos began to drown Jack out, Atticus breathing heavily as he felt rage. It’s too much.. “I say we take the deal, Go back to work knowing that our price is secure. All we need to do is vote ‘NO’ on the strike. Vote ‘NO’!”

The newsies were furious, not as furious as Atticus and Spot. Atticus especially. “GET OUTTA HERE YA SNOTNOSED, BLUNDERBUSSIN’, PORCUPINE, RATTLEBITE, TRAITOR!!” Atticus screamed at Jack as he stood up with a stomp and pointed his crowbar menacingly at Jack.

Atticus pushed Jack into Spot, who then pushed Jack to the ground. Jack scrambled to get up, grabbed the money and fled. He felt like a coward, and a big jerk too. He didn’t want to do this, but they couldn’t know..

The Queens newsies dragged Atticus away until he was calm enough to lead them on his own accord. Though Atticus couldn’t take it for long.

“C’mon, we’re goin’ back to Queens and we might not be comin’ back…” He said with rage as they left the theater.

When Brooklyn and Queens got to the Brooklyn bridge, Atticus growled and ran away, too fast for anyone to catch up, though Felix went after him regardless.

Part 4

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[annahxredaxted]

Walk round the park

Thanks for @angelcactus for recommending this fic! SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG

Genre: fluff

Pair: Ash/Baabe.

“Baaabbee..” Asher whispered over his partner’s shoulder,

“Whhhaattt?” They subtly whispered back

“Look there’s a big dog..,” he paused “,should we ask to pet it?”

Baabe let out a sweet chuckle, not necessarily a laugh but Definitely not a giggle, that sweet spot in between that made Asher’s knees go weak.

“Do whatever you wanna baby. But,” they began raising an eyebrow

“,your one to be talking about big dogs, sweetie.” They said ruffling his hair

He stuck his tongue out at them, not out of malice but out of playfulness and walked toward the dogs

“Hi there! Your dogs really cute!” He said to the two kids walking their dog

Baabe smiled, Asher playing around with kids was cute, some how one thought led to another and they were thinking how good he’d be with kids they had together and that thought made them blush, when he’d walked back over to them.

“Hey baabe, I’m back, guess what,” baabe hummed in acknowledgment

“Guess.”

“I don’t know Asher what?” They laughed

“They let me pet their dog!” He said smiling

“Good, I’m glad.” They said grabbing his hand so they could continue their walk

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“So then I told him that he should shut up or I’m gonna tell Amanda about what you did when you were in 7th grade.” Asher said, taking about some crap christen pulled a couple pack meetings ago.

“Oh that reminds me, Amanda and I were talking, and her and christen are coming over for dinner tomorrow.” Baabe said to Asher who was delighted that his mate was making friends in the pack.

“Ohh sounds like fun baabe.” He said chuckling

“Asher.” Asher heard his name by a deep , annoyed voice, he turned around and saw his alpha, and his mate

“Oooo David! What’s up buddy!” He said running over to him giving him a hug

“Ah- Asher.” He said sternly.

“Oh sorry dude, didn’t mean to hug you so tight, I just missed you.” Asher apologetically said

“Wha- I saw you yesterday!” David growled

“Oh yeah, forgot.”

David slapped his forehead

“Ooo mini-Alpha! Wassup!”

Angel and Asher proceeded to do a 12 step secret handshake.

Baabe and David just stared at eachother with awe

“I’m not even going to ask how long that took you guys to master.” Baabe said out of the blue.

“Oh hey (baabe)!” Angel said hugging baabe

“Hey, (angel). Nice to see ya.” Baabe said nonchalantly

Whilst the two mates caught up David and Asher were talking

“What are you doing here?” David asked

“What am i doing here? what are you doing here?” Asher retaliated

“Angel forced me to go on a walk because it’s,” he paused and put on a mocking tone “,goOd FoR yOu DaVey GEt sOmE sUnsShinE.” He groaned

“Awh now David buddy, be nice to your mate.” Asher said

“I am, I just don’t know why your following me.”

“I am not following you.” Asher impeded jokingly

“Davey stop arguing with Asher.” Angel called out

“I- I’m not he’s just being difficult.”

“Mhm..” angel said raising an eyebrow Turning back to their friends

David sighed. Asher laughed and Baabe enjoyed the fact that Asher had a great bond with his alpha, and angel was plotting pranks in their head.

The end.

#redacted asmr #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asher #redacted babe #@angecactus #SO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!

[fluffydavey]

For the crystal prompts, how about carnelian (creativity) for jack's painting?

crystal prompts || "i love how your brain works"

Davey's not sure how spending his free time backstage at Medda's watching Jack paint backdrops became a regular thing, but secretly he looks forward to every new show Medda needs Jack's help with. At first, he thought he would be a distraction, but Jack had admitted he found Davey's presence calming, and who was he to say no after that? 

Davey starts to notice how Jack bites his lip and creases his eyebrows when he concentrates. He notices how his eyes brighten up when he gets a new idea, how he loses himself in the scene he’s creating. Once he’s in the zone, there’s no bringing him back. Not that Davey would want to, he's sure Jack would notice him watching, his homework long forgotten.

In all the sunsets and empty New York streets that he’s watched Jack draw, Davey can’t help but think that Jack is more beautiful than them all. When Jack eventually turns around to make sure Davey’s still content being in the room with him, he stares into Jack’s eyes and sees all the stars bottled up in them. At times like that, he wishes he was the one who could pick up a pencil and draw, to make sure he'll always remember just how serene Jack looks when he's doing something he loves.

He's at Medda's again after school, sitting by the corner as he's trying to will himself to look away from the other boy and actually get some work done. "I love how your brain works," Davey says, the words falling out of his mouth before he has time to stop himself. He's expecting Jack to laugh at him, instead he watches as Jack takes a step back, taking in his own work for the first time.

"Like I said before, it's just a bunch of trees," Jack laughs, awkwardly, his eyes falling from the backdrop to Davey. It isn't just a bunch of trees though, Davey thinks, as he leans further to take a look at the nearly finished project. Jack's currently drawing Central Park at night, a backdrop that Davey thinks will be a centrepiece for many shows to come. "You ever draw much Davey?"

"Me? Not really. Sarah's the one who can draw, I normally make a mess of things," he replies with a shrug.

"You wanna help?" Jack asks, turning around to face Davey. Davey laughs, until he sees that Jack isn't laughing with him. "Come on, if it's as terrible as you think it's going to be, I'll cover over it. Don't you wanna say you had a hand in helping Medda? After everything she's done for us?"

"You're trying to guilt-trip me," he says, exasperatedly. "Don't even try to use puppy dog eyes on me, I'm immune to them."

Jack laughs at this, dropping his paintbrush in his tray, and walking over to Davey. When he stops in front of Davey, Jack's holding a hand out for him to take, smiling sweetly at him. Davey stares at him, doing his absolute best not to break, until the idea of getting to hold Jack's hand gets too much to ignore, and he makes a deal to sigh as he gives up, allowing Jack to pull him up off the ground. He almost falls on top of Jack, and they both let go of the grip they have on each other, Davey staring at the floor as he makes his way over to the canvas.

"I don't think you realise just how bad I am at drawing," he says in one final attempt to get out of this terrible idea.

"No one's bad at drawing," Jack says, patiently, as he hands him a smaller brush. "You just need some practice."

"But not on something like this!"

Jack stands directly behind him, placing his hand over Davey's. "I'm nearly finished, you're just helping with some last-minute touches. Come on, I'll help you." Davey stands still, letting Jack guide his hand with the paintbrush applying gentle strokes to the canvas in front of them, painting the grass a deep green. Jack's holding Davey's right hand, giving it a gentle squeeze once Davey thinks he must have done something right.

He's focusing entirely on the task at hand, doing everything he can to ignore the feeling of Jack's hand on his, or the way the two are stood so closely together. If he were to just turn around, he'd be at the perfect position to -

"Keep going, you're doing really good," Jack says, and Davey can hear the smile on his lips. Focus.

"It's just some grass. I don't know why you're getting me to do this, you'd be much faster and you're so much better - "

"Shut up, and keep drawing," Jack says without a hint of annoyance, gripping Davey's hand ever so slightly to keep him from moving out of place. He's dabbing at the canvas, trying to recreate the same look Jack had been going for. Once Jack seems to be happy with this, he takes the paintbrush out of Davey's hand, and Davey looks down to see him mixing some colours to make a shade darker, and he hands the brush back to Davey, who takes it without another word.

They stay like this for some time, Davey's confidence growing from working on the same patch of grass to moving onto another "just as important, Davey!" patch of grass beside it. At some point, he feels Jack let go of his hand, and he tries not to let the loss of Jack's touch distract him too much. Especially since Jack doesn't bother to back away, his head peaking behind Davey's shoulder, breathing down his back.

"Look at what you did," Jack smiles, as Davey drops his brush, when he's finally finished. He thinks he's done a good enough job for the people in the audience not to notice a major difference, but when he turns slightly, he sees Jack grinning at the work.

"It's grass," he repeats, his eyes flickering between the canvas and Jack's beaming smile. "You did all the hard work, I just coloured in some grass."

"Shut up," Jack laughs, with a roll of his eyes. He takes a step back, taking in the scenery in front of them. Davey decides to join him, standing by his side. "I think this is my favourite piece yet."

"You did pretty good," Davey says, as he elbows Jack's side, who retaliates by placing his hand still covered in paint on top of Davey's shoulder. Between the paint covering his hand, and spreading over parts of his school blazer, he's not sure how he's going to explain this to his mother when he gets home.

"We did pretty good," Jack corrects him, and Davey can't help but smile to himself. He turns his attention to Jack, who stands on his tiptoes and uses this opportunity to smudge some green paint on Davey's cheek. "Trust me, it wouldn't look as good without your help."

"Well, I should probably take some of the credit then, shouldn't I?" he asks, knowing Jack won't let this go. It's his favourite piece too.

They're both smiling at the canvas, standing impossibly close to each other, elbows brushing as they look at the final project. He helps Jack clear his belongings away, dodging some paint that goes his way, retaliating when Jack seems to get lost in his own thoughts as he stares at the drawing again, eliciting the sweetest laughs from Jack's lips.

He'll start to draw, Davey thinks, as makes his way back home. There are some memories that he thinks are too sweet to stay that way.

#javey #davey jacobs #jack kelly #my writing #this took me much longer than i wanted it to but in my defense #i can draw a pencil #a really good one though

[livesincerely]

on my hands and knees for a take a shot snippet 😭 i just know this fight is gonna take me out

Ask and you shall receive! But brace yourself

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“Jackie, stop,” Davey says, his voice shaking. “I know you wouldn’t, it ain’t like that—“

“Then what’s it like, Dave?” And now Jack can feel his own eyes starting to sting, a lump forming in his throat. “Explain it to me. Because I don’t understand.”

Davey’s mouth parts, his features drawn and pale.

“I… I can’t,” he breathes, the refusal nothing but a sigh on the wind.

“…You can’t,” Jack repeats quietly, and he feels something crack and crumble, deep inside. “You can’t? Wha⁠— What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, Dave? Huh?!” His voice breaks as it all comes pouring out of him, a geyser of feeling that’s finally erupted. “Am I supposed’ta jus’ sit around with my thumb up my ass, waitin’ for you decide I’m good enough to talk to again?”

“Jack⁠—”

“‘Cause that’s the thing, ain’t it, Dave? Jack spits. “It’s not that you can’t explain it⁠⁠—Race and the rest of ‘em, they all know damn well what the fuck’s goin’ on with you, don’t they? It’s that you won’t explain it to me. Not even when I’m down on bended knee, worried outta my skull, beggin’ ya to let me in.”

And then, because he couldn’t keep in even if he tried: “Why can’t you trust me anymore?”

Davey makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and wounded. 

“Jack, I⁠— It’s not that simple⁠,” he says, his eyes wet and pleading, and the fact that even now, Jack can’t hardly stand to see him cry, is infuriating.

“Seems pretty fuckin’ simple from where I’m sittin’,” Jack says, forcibly hardening his heart. “If you don’t want me around anymore, then that’s⁠— that’s fine. You ain’t the first an’ you won’t be the last. But I thought you’d at least have the decency to say it to my fuckin’ face instead of draggin’ it out like this.”

He shoves himself to his feet, his arms and legs trembling faintly. “Message received, okay?” he says with a bitter scoff. “Loud an’ clear.”

“Jackie, wait!” Davey’s fingers clutch at his forearm, his hands clammy and frantic. “You don’t⁠— It’s not that I don’t want to tell you⁠—”

“Then tell me!” Jack shouts as he whirls back around. “For fuck’s sake, Dave, you’re acting like I broke your heart!”

And Davey looks absolutely gutted⁠—cracked open, exposed, and raw—and he staggers back a half step, dropping Jack’s arm like he’s been punched in the gut.

Jack stops dead in his tracks. The frustration that had been swirling inside him, the churning froth that threatened to capsize everything in its wake, flickers and dies like a candle being snuffed out. Icy cold seeps through every crack and crevice of him, down into his lungs and out through his veins, freezing him right to the bone.

Silence. Gaping and unfathomable. Then:

“I think you should go,” Davey whispers. 

Jack’s throat clicks, the chamber jammed. 

“…Dave,” he starts, hushed, hardly daring to breathe, suddenly and impossibly aware of just how brittle the space between them has become. “Davey, did I break your heart?” he asks.

Davey swallows so hard it looks painful, like he’d rather choke it all down than let another word escape. “Please go.”

“Are you in love with me?”

“Jack,” Davey says, his voice utterly shattered. “Stop it.”

But Jack can’t. He doesn’t know how.

#*editor's note #*the writing desk #*ask #bits & bobs #take a shot fic #like I said it’s Bad #and there’s still worse to come #but this fall out has been a long time coming #still very much a draft so I apologize for any errors

[lunarfleur]

Heyy mick

Can u write a Mush x gn!reader, you have free reign over what u write, but I do want some fluff pls 🙏

Shaking sobbing I love that ur writing for newsies

ofc I can Slug :) this is the perfect way to start my writing for Newsies!

Love At First Sight ~ Mush Meyers

Tagging: @/sluggmuffin @sophie-i-guess13 @juneberrie @collieflower215 (idk if anyone really reads for Newsies so if you want to be tagged lmk!)

Warnings:slight language probably but that’s it

Summary: Mush met the potential love of his life running from the Delancey brothers. He just can’t help but tell the boys about it.

This is x gender neutral reader!

The Delancey brothers always loved roughing up the Newsies. It was their favorite pastime.

Mush had been taking a walk when he first spotted them, leaning against a wall as if they were waiting for him. They had shot him a grin and that was all it took to sent Mush running.

He took of sprinting-running around every corner he could fine in hopes of losing them. Even when his legs ached and his chest stung, you were all that stopped him from running.

Mush had ran into you-literally. You were just minding your own business and then you were on the ground, your items scattered around you.

He stopped running, turning back around to see you picking up your things and grumbling to yourself. Mush jogged back over, kneeling on the ground.

“sorry, sorry,” he heaved, “you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you managed a chuckle. At least he came back to help.

Mush took a second glance at you and you couldn’t help but stare back. Fluffy hair, a strong jaw, a round nose, a tan, flushed face, and eyes of chestnut that held more energy than the sun. He was cute, that’s for sure.

Mush felt small. Small. The way your gaze seemed to wrap around him. There was no denying how embarrassed he was. He had been around attractive people before, but never had he been looked at like this.

“Uhm-My name’s Mush,” was all he could think to say. You smiled, all signs of frustration melting away. Even his voice was cute.

“I’m [name].” You nodded at him. Mush smiled, kicking a rock past your feet.

“Sorry I…tackled you…that was weird.” His lips tightened into a fine line, his eyebrows furrowing. It brought a laugh out of you.

“It’s all good, but what were you running from?”

“The Delancey brothers,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” you grimaced, “are you one of the kids they like to pick on?”

Mush nodded, a shy laugh escaping his lips. You sighed.

“It looks like you got away,” you shrugged your shoulders and Mush grinned proudly.

“I’s too fast for those lugs.” Mush jabbed his thumb against his chest proudly.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

Mush looked at the sky. It was a deep purple painting with light stars spotted here and there. A deep orange sat against the buildings.

“It’s gettin’ late. You gonna make it home alright?”

The question was surprising, if you were being honest. Before you could say anything, Mush began again.

“Wait-no, that was weird. I just meant-like, do ya need help?”

“No, I think I’ll be okay,” you chuckled. “But if I ever need help I know who to find.” You shot him a playful wink and he almost fell exploded.

“I’ll see ya around, Mush.”

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When Mush made it back to the Lodging House, he was quite. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Mush, whats’a matter?” Race asked. “You’re awful quiet.”

“Nothin’,” Mush shrugged, “I’se got a lot on my mind.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Davey snorted.

“Well, what is it?” Crutchy cut in.

“Ain’t it obvious?” Specs hollered. “The boy’s in love!”

Mush went red, nodding shyly.

Questions sounded out loudly. “Who’s,” and “when’s” and “why’s” filled the room.

“Okay-shut up!” Jack screamed, sitting on the stool in front of Mush’s bunk. “Tell us.”

“I met ‘em earlier. I’se was running from the Delancey slugs and I ran ‘em over.”

“Why’d you do that?” Race teased.

“It ain’t like I meant to-but…they was just…different.”

“Different how?” David asked. Mush huffed.

“The way they was looking at me, it was different. I’s never been looked at like that before.”

A silence followed. Mush had always paid a lot of attention to the small things-body language, eyes…it all mattered to him. How someone felt about Mush, he always knew.

“Is that a good different?” Boots filled the quiet.

“I thinks so.”

“Well good for you, Mush.”

#newsies mush #newsies #92sies #mush meyers

[zoeyslament]

Approval (Javey drabble)

I took inspiration for this from Heartstopper by Alice Oseman, I think the panel was in book 3? I can’t remember :/

“Davey! You know what tomorrow is?” Jack took both of his boyfriend’s hands and leaned close to him, his lips not even an inch from Davey’s ear. 

“Our anniversary.” Davey blushed. “We’ve been together for an entire year, Jackie.” He cupped Jack’s face in his hands, stroking a pair of fingers down the shorter male’s head. Davey’s own face reddened as he took in all of Jack’s features; his deep brown eyes, his soft skin and very slight stubble (newly grown, Jack didn’t like it, but Davey thought it made him look cute). 

“How should we celebrate?” Jack scooped Davey up and spun him around, setting him down again. 

Davey smiled brightly. “I dunno! What did you have in mind?” He leaned up against Jack and kissed him gently. “Anything special?”

“I was thinking I’d take you out for dinner, then we could watch the stars up on the rooftop.” Jack admitted, his face flushing. Davey beamed and placed a kiss on Jack’s forehead. “That sounds amazing, Jackie. I don’t deserve you…”

Jack frowned and pulled Davey in for a kiss. “You deserve all the love I have to give.” He assured him, “You’re perfect.”

Davey chuckled. “Oh. Thanks, Jackie.” He seemed to brighten up a bit. Jack put an arm around him and kissed his cheek. “Anything for you, honey. And I hate to break it to ya, but it’s getting late. My place?”

He hesitated. “I’ll call my mum. You know she thinks we’re…too close for comfort.” 

“I know.” Jack breathed. “But we’re 18, now. We can make our own choices, and I want to be with you. Tell her we’ll stay in seperate rooms tonight.”

“We never stay in seperate rooms.” Davey raised an eyebrow. 

“I never said that would be the truth.” Jack smirked. “C’mon, Davey, you know we’re allowed to cuddle and stuff at my place!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He giggled as he pulled out his phone, went into his contacts, and called his mother. 

She picked up immediatly. “Hello, sweetie! You on your way home?”

He sighed. “Well, actually, I’m gonna spend the night at Jack’s. Is that okay?”

Davey could practically see his mother’s smile droop over the phone. “Oh.”

“That’s okay, then?” He asked pleadingly. 

She went from being upset and surprised to sounding angry. “David! Your life can’t just be taken over by that boyfriend of yours! I don’t care if you’re gay, but you can’t just spend all your time with him. I see the way you look at him. I hear the things you say to him. You’re too young to be sleeping with him.”

“Mom! I’m a legal adult. And besides, we’re not…we never…we don’t…I’ll sleep in the guest room, okay?!” 

She sighed audibly. “Fine! Fine! Go ahead!” She hung up, exasperated. Davey sighed and turned to Jack. 

“So can you come?” Jack asked, concerned when he saw the look on his boyfriend’s face. 

“Jack.” Davey grasped onto Jack’s shoulders. “My mom thinks we’re…y’know…”

Jack’s face went red. “No! Did you tell her?”

“I don’t think she believes me.” He leaned into Jack. 

Jack took Davey’s hand. “Come on, baby. Let’s just get home, then we can talk about it.”

They stepped through the door, were greeted by Jack’s guardian, Medda, then went upstairs to Jack’s bedroom. Jack pulled Davey down onto the bed, smothering his face in kisses. When Davey didn’t perk up, Jack pulled him in for a tight hug, then met his eyes. 

“Are you going to be in trouble?” He whispered. 

“I don’t know.” Davey snapped. “Probably. My mother’s convinced we’ve done more than just cuddle and stuff at these sleepovers. I’m sorry, Jack, I just—”

“You don’t need to apologize, Davey. She’s your mom. Moms do these things, I guess.” He pulled Davey down onto his back. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go talk to her.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Davey whispered back. “Are you sure you want to come?”

”You’re my boyfriend, Davey.” Jack laughed. “I need to be sure you’re comfortable, and if it means having me there with you, I’ll go.”

”Thanks, Jackie.” Davey closed his eyes and rested his weary head on his boyfriend’s shoulder. Jack pulled the blankets up around the both of them. 

“I love you, Davey.”

”I love you too, Jack.”

The next morning, Davey awoke to the pleasant sound of Jack whispering into his ear. Little things. ‘I love you’ and ‘you’re amazing’ and ‘my little boy’, stuff that Jack knew his boyfriend loved to hear. 

Davey’s stomach churned at the thought of what he was meant to do today. He shook himself awake, curled up in Jack’s arms.

”Happy anniversary, baby!” Jack cheered, pulling his Davey in for a long, soft kiss. 

Davey pulled away. “Thanks, Jackie. Are we still gonna…?”

”Talk to your mom? Yeah. Call her.”

He pulled out his phone, tapping into his ‘recent callers’ list. 

It rang for a few seconds before she picked up. “David.” She simply said. “Do you need a ride home?”

”No thanks. I—we—uhm, wanted to talk to you.”

”We?”

”Me and Jack.” He said, his voice trembling. 

“You and…him.”

Jack took hold of the phone. “Hi, Mrs. Jacobs.”

”Hello, Jack.”

Jack gulped. Davey could tell he was a little nervous. 

“I just wanted to…thank you, for approving of my relationship with your son. I really love him. I would die for him. I’m grateful I met him, and that he had feelings for me, just like I did, and still do for him.”

Either Davey was crazy, or he could hear his mother’s voice sound just a bit more happy. “I’m…happy to hear that.”Jack continued. “And I wanted to assure you that he and I are completely safe when we’re together. I would never do anything to him without his consent, and my guardian is always here to make sure we’re safe.”

”That’s quite the relief!” She laughed, actually laughed. Had it been she was really just worried about her son’s safety, that she wasn’t trying to keep him from Jack?

“One more thing,” Jack added, “I really, really do love him. So uhm…thanks for letting him come today. You’re a good mom, right Davey?”

Davey grinned and nodded. “The best mom. I love you.”

His mother’s voice turned loving and soft. “Thank you, David. I love you too, sweetie, and I’m so proud you’ve found someone you can be so safe and happy with. Have fun, baby. Happy anniversary.”

She hung up. Davey tackled Jack in a hug and kissed the tip of his nose. “She remembered our special day.”

Jack wrapped his arms around Davey. “Every bit of what I said back there was true. I love you more than I think you realize.”

Davey pressed a kiss to Jack’s lips. “I love you too, Jackie. I love you too.”

#newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #headcanons #ships #livesies #oneshot #david jacobs #au #headcanon #javey #javid

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Okay wipes tears what what if Jack hugs David when he's really stressed out

I promise anon :) sending hugs your way

and yesss, imagine it’s a few months after the strike and davey is back at school, he has tests coming up, and he’s never really had friends at school anyway and even if he won’t say it cuz he doesn’t want to undermine his dads new jobs he’s a little nervous about their financial situation too since he and les stopped selling papers (he can find those bills in the drawer that his mum tried to hide and he doesn’t think they have the money to pay them)

all this together, as well as it beginning to enter the winter months, cumulates in David feeling stressed, and when David gets stressed he can lash out a little, just in small ways. An unnecessary sarcastic comment here, something a little biting said there and he doesn’t mean it- he’s just stressed and it’s either that or have a little bit of a break down which he can’t afford to do because he can’t have his family see that, he doesn’t want them to worry- and he’s been given this great opportunity with school, he can’t have them think he doesn’t appreciate it

so he snaps a little, here and there, Jack being around him the most receives the brunt of it, although all the boys seem to notice the cloud hanging over his head when he comes over to the lodging house one night to do his homework-

despite David’s resistance and in some parts, Jacks reluctance (because don’t get him wrong he loves the guy and he knows Dave will apologise once he gets a little more sleep and his exams end, but putting up with him rn is a little difficult, especially when he’s on the receiving end of it, which probably says something about how much David trusts Jack and the strength of their bond and friendship but Jack is getting off track) and they end up back at Dave’s house and pull their way up the fire escape.

David turns to him for a second, and Jack gets ready to roll his eyes, gets ready brush of some comment about davey not needing to be babysat or something, but instead David stops and sighs out a deep breath, not quite meeting his eyes instead fixing them on some distant point over jacks shoulder.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been awful to be around these last few days. Thanks for putting up with me”

And Jack has never been great with words and he can still see the tension in Dave’s shoulders that he’s been holding all week and he knows that davey has a lot of pride, that he doesn’t like admitting he’s wrong, but he did it anyway

And Jack decides that all he can do right now really, is lean forward and give him a hug, arms wrapped securely around his shoulders.

#newsies

[cowboyfeygele]

Exit, Pursued by Doubt

Howdy! This is a gift for @evelynmiller for the RDR Secret Winter Exchange of 2022, @rdrevents. I hope you like it. Can also be found on AO3.

Summary: Set during Chapter One: Colter. Hosea is worried after the events of the past few weeks, but Dutch cheers him up.

Warning: smut, pure smut

Snow crunched under boots approaching from behind Hosea, and a hand firmly clasped his shoulder.

“We made it, old girl,” the deep, booming voice of his dear friend and lover, Dutch van der Linde, said.

Hosea turned to Dutch. “Not all of us did,” he reminded his longtime friend and partner-in-crime. “Poor Jenny, and Davey, too-both dead, and we don’t know about Sean and Mac.”

Dutch, who was previously smiling, frowned at the mention of the missing gang members. “What happened to Jenny and Davey was a tragedy, would that I could bring them back. We won’t lose no more people, Hosea, I can promise you that. And we will get Sean and Mac back,” Dutch responded, a steely determination in his voice that Hosea was used to. How Dutch could maintain such confidence even in the direst of circumstances was beyond Hosea.

Hosea sighed. “I hope so, Dutch.”

“You know so, Hosea. Don’t lose faith in me, old girl. I’m just getting started.”

Hosea didn’t respond. Truth be told, the circumstance that led to the gang fleeing to the mountains had the whole morale down, including Hosea. He didn’t want to seem like he didn’t trust Dutch, a man he had ran with, and loved, for over two decades, but Christ were things dismal.

As if sensing Hosea’s grim mood, Dutch said, “Ah, cheer up, my dearest friend. Things are looking bad now, but soon enough we’ll be back on our feet.”

“I trust you, Dutch,” Hosea reassured him.

“Good.” Dutch’s expression turned warm and fond as he regarded his lover.  “Say, Hosea, do you remember the last time we was trapped in a frightful snowstorm?”

I remember things being less dire then,” Hosea responded.

Dutch rolled his eyes. “Your pessimism is getting old, Hosea.”

Before Hosea could respond, Dutch leaned forward and crushed his lips against Hosea’s, silencing him.

Hosea could never resist Dutch when Dutch started kissing him, and so he melted into the kiss gladly and eagerly, sighing as he lifted his hands and tangled them in the younger man’s raven hair.

Dutch’s arms wrapped around the older man’s waist as he deepened the kiss.

After a minute, Hosea broke the kiss, coming up for air. “Dutch, we can’t do this here. It’s freezing, and people might see.”

“Let’s go to our room then. Arthur’s gone with Javier to rescue John, he won’t be back for a while.”

In their room, Dutch was sitting on their shared bed with Hosea seated on his lap, Hosea’s lips against his. Between kisses, Hosea said, “Dutch, I…” He trailed off, breathless.

“Say no more, old girl,” Dutch said with a smile, lust evident in his brown eyes. In one swift motion, Dutch flipped them both over so that Hosea was on the bed on his back and Dutch straddled him. Dutch’s hands roamed the older man’s body and he smiled when he felt Hosea’s cock straining against his pants.

“Oh, Hosea, already hard for me?” Dutch teased.

“Don’t tease me, Dutch,” Hosea begged.

“Don’t worry, old girl, I’ll take care of you.” With that Dutch proceeded to undo Hosea’s pants, pulling out his hard cock. Hosea groaned at the contact, even more so when Dutch knelt down and took Hosea’s cock in his mouth.

“Christ, Dutch,” Hosea moaned, fisting a hand in Dutch’s raven locks, still coated in pomade and white flecks of snow from outside. Hosea almost wished he had a camera, because Dutch surely looked a sight with his jet-black hair tousled and marked with snowflakes and Hosea’s cock down his throat.

Dutch didn’t make a sound in response, only bobbing his head down Hosea’s length. He kept up his ministrations, only occasionally stopping to lavish attention on Hosea’s balls the way he liked.

Dutch dragged his tongue along the length of Hosea’s cock, humming with pleasure as Hosea tightened his grip on Dutch’s hair and grunted, his eyes squeezed shut. Dutch pulled away for a moment of air, and to swirl his tongue around the tip.

He kept this up until he noticed Hosea’s hand tightening in his hair and Hosea’s breath hitching, all surefire signs that Hosea was close to orgasm. Having determined that, Dutch abruptly removed his mouth from Hosea’s cock and balls, much to Hosea’s displeasure.

“Goddamn it, Dutch,” Hosea complained.

Dutch only smirked. “You was close, Hosea. It’s not time to come yet. I want us to come together.”

With that, Dutch turned and rummaged for gun oil.

“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Hosea asked, still slightly breathless.

“Not now. I only want to make love to you good and proper,” Dutch responded.

When he found the oil, he turned to his lover, still laying on the bed.

“Hosea, will you scoot up on the bed a little more, and remove your pants for me?” Dutch requested. When Hosea did as he was requested, Dutch smiled and said, “Excellent.”

Squeezing a good amount of the gun oil onto his fingers, Dutch slowly pushed a finger into the tight ring of muscle that is Hosea’s asshole. It had been a while; the events of the past few weeks were hectic and didn’t leave time for intimate moments between the two longtime lovers.

“Tell me if this hurts, Hosea,” Dutch instructed, suddenly serious.

“This ain’t my first rodeo, Dutch,” Hosea said between grunts.

“Tell me,” the younger man insisted.

“I promise, Dutch.”

Dutch sighed and continued stretching his older partner, smirking as a finger hit the man’s prostate, making the older man grip the bedsheets and cry out. He added a second finger, and eventually a third. Once again Dutch teased and teased, coaxing moans for his lover, until Hosea got too close to orgasm for comfort. Dutch withdrew his fingers to Hosea’s vocal dismay, but he ignored the protests and squirted more lube on the hole, trying to keep it as lubricated as possible.

Dutch unzipped his pants, pulling his hard, throbbing cock out. He rubbed more oil on his hands, groaning as he fisted his cock, pumping up and down, making sure to lubricate thoroughly. He was a little larger than average. He groaned, having been very hard for some time, but not having had relief.

Dutch released his cock after a minute of this and walked over to the bed, positioning his cock at the entrance of Hosea’s hole.

“You ready, old girl?” He smiled down at his lover.

“Get on with it, Dutch,” Hosea said insistently.

Dutch chuckled. “Getting’ demandin’, aren’t we? Fine.”

With that, he pushed in slowly, carefully. Dutch groaned at the warmth and tightness enveloping his shaft. Hosea moaned at the fullness, one hand still gripping the sheets, the other reaching up to grab at Dutch and pull him closer.

Dutch leaned so that his chest was flush with Hosea’s. “Fuck, Hosea, I missed this,” he grunted in Hosea’s ear. “You feel so good.”

Dutch’s thrusts were controlled and slow, at least at first. He took note of Hosea’s reddened face, pleasure evident.

“Faster, Dutch, please! I ain’t delicate,” Hosea begged the younger person.

“Are you gettin’ demandin’ in your old age, Hosea?” Dutch teased, but obliged gladly, his pace increasing.

They tried to keep their voices down. While Javier and Arthur were away, other members could potentially come in looking for Dutch (or Hosea, but usually Dutch), and they didn’t need to hear the lovers’ most intimate moments. It was hard, though, with the wooden bed creaking like mad with every thrust and banging against the wall. And Dutch was never the greatest at stifling his moans.

Knowing this, Hosea leaned up to capture Dutch’s lips with his own. In response, Dutch grabbed Hosea’s hand-the one gripping the bedsheets- and gripped it in his hand. He always was fond of handholding during sex.

As the lovers made love, it seemed to them for a moment that all would be well for their ragtag gang of outlaws. With the exception of Davey, everyone would be back safe, and they would lose the Pinkertons’ trail and head to land where they belonged, where man was at its best: wild.

Hosea was the first to break the kiss. “Dutch, I..I’m close,” he panted as Dutch kissed and nipped at his neck.

“I know, old friend. Hold off a while longer. I want us to come together. I know you like when we do that.”

Dutch kissed him again, and harder. Hosea tugged Dutch’s raven locks as pleasure swept through him. Dutch started speeding up, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. He reached a hand between them and grabbed at Hosea’s cock, pumping it slowly.

Grunting, Dutch released in Hosea’s hole right as Hosea spilled over his shirt. He knew he’d have to replace his shirt before going out and seeing anyone else, but at that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

They stayed their a few minutes, trying to catch their breaths, Dutch’s cock still in Hosea, but soft.  After a moment, Dutch said, “We need to clean you up, old girl. Can’t have the others seeing you in such a state.”

After changing, they lay in bed together, snuggled.

“I’m going to get Mac and Sean back, Hosea,” Dutch said softly. “We’re going to be okay.”

“I know, Dutch. I believe you.”

“Good. I’d hate to think the love of my life of all people had lost faith in me.”

“Never, Dutch. I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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