#javid fic

[pigeonwit]

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

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

[honeyywoods]

give me Davey who is wildly obsessed with Victorian flower language and Jack who begs Medda to teach him about it so that he can save money to make Davey the perfect flower arrangement

(or, alternatively, Jack going to the flower district to sketch certain flowers he wants to use to learn their shapes and then painting the arrangement later when he gets to Medda’s, because it’ll last longer)

and when he invites Davey to the theatre one night, Davey isn’t expecting much. then Jack tells him to close his eyes and he waits there dutifully until Jack tells him to look, and when he does whatever snarky quip he had been about to say dies in his throat. because he’s looking over the arrangement, eyes flitting between pinks and reds and purples as he processes each of their meanings. he cries. bawls like a baby and Jack gets worried that he fucked up and accidentally insulted Davey or something in flower language but then Davey kisses him and when he pulls back he’s finally found his voice again, saying that it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for him. anyways.

#javid #javey #newsies #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #im rlly autistic about flower language #so davey is too now #<3 #actively writing a fic of this

[loving-jack-kelly]

thinking abt how jack's nice guy, friendly, charismatic, charming act is just that. an act. thinking abt how the fear and anger are always just below the surface and sometimes they bubble up and it catches people off guard bc that's not like him, that's not the jack I know. thinking abt jack hiding a clenched fist in his pocket and disguising the rage in his voice with a laugh so smooth and practiced it comes off as real to most people. thinking abt jack holding himself stiff and strong, trying so hard not to let people see the way his hands are shaking until he's alone and he can gasp for breath, until he can hug his knees to his chest until the panic fades.

thinking abt jack trying so hard to actually be the person he projects himself to be, trying to will the anger away and accept the lot life gave him, trying to control the emotions that well up at the most inconvenient time. thinking abt jack who has learned that the best way to get by in his world is by carefully controlling himself, every action purposeful and packed with intent, who has learned to make friends and play nice and use the kindness that is also innate to him as a weapon and a tool. thinking abt jack who has lost track of which parts of him are natural and which are constructed, who feels lost in his own head because he isn't sure if his first instinct is a lie or the person he really is. thinking abt jack who's scared of his anger but more scared that it isn't real and is just an excuse for the violence, jack who's uncomfortable with his kindness but more uncomfortable with the idea that maybe he's fooling people into thinking he's kind when maybe the anger is what's real.

and thinking abt jack who meets davey and is fooled, at first, by the same act that he himself puts on. davey is smart and articulate and reasonable, he's level-headed and kind, he speaks with intent and people listen because they can feel how earnest he is. thinking abt jack watching davey and wanting....something. wanting to be like him, and wanting to understand his life, wanting to be a part of whatever is happening in davey's head and wanting more than he knows how to explain even to himself. thinking abt jack not being sure what that all means but unable to stop wanting it, feeling himself watching davey and finding excuses to spend extra time with him, knowing and understanding the looks he's getting from crutchie and race but not quite understanding the difference between this and every other infatuation they've watched him go through.

and thinking abt the creeping realization that the things about davey that are so intriguing, that pull him in so hard, that draw to the something he can't explain, comes from the hints that all of it is just an act the same way jack is putting on a face. the sharp edge hidden under calm words, the bright flashes of anger that disappear as soon as they shine in his eyes, the hands that clench into fist but are forced to relax before anyone else notices. the way his eyes follow les everywhere and his breath catches before going smooth and regular in a way jack recognizes, the pattern of swallowing back panic.

and thinking abt the moment that realization finishes forming in jack's brain. a quiet moment. a day where the anger won and jack spends the quiet dusk alone, pressing snow to the cut on his lip and trying not to think about himself in the way that always happens after a fight. thinking abt davey coming to find him, and normally jack would chase somebody away but davey offers his handkerchief and sits down next to him, offers a few words that don't break quite through the haze, and then he joins the quiet. and that's the start of everything making sense, isn't it, because people can't just join jack's quiet, usually. crutchie can, but he joins the dawn quiet, the hopeful new start quiet, the daydreaming and memories. he's been here for jack in this kind of quiet, too, but when crutchie comes and finds him in the dusk quiet, he's there to pull jack out of his head and get him to rejoin the world, and usually jack needs it. and race doesn't join the quiet, either, he turns it into noise, convinces jack that he was right and everything will be fine because he was right, because his anger was justified and because they had it coming. race gets him revved up and moving on.

but davey just sits. he takes his handkerchief back but leans into jack's space and starts cleaning up the other cuts and bruises that jack hadn't paid attention to. he collects the clean, fresh snow from the windowsill and holds it against the back of jack's head where it hit a wall a little harder than he would have liked. normally, jack doesn't like it when people take care of him like this. that's supposed to be his job, he's the one who nurses the little ones back to health when they get sick or hurt, he's the one who goes hungry when somebody else can't sell that day. normally, he brushes everyone away when they try to help him in the same way he helps them, but this is different. davey does it the same way he doesn't everything else, calm and collected and matter-of-fact, casual but calculated, and he still doesn't say anything.

and when he does, it breaks the quiet in the strangest way jack has ever experienced. it isn't crutchie pulling him out of his head, or race reassuring him that he's okay, it's davey saying sometimes I wish I could fight like that, I wish I let myself learn. sometimes I wish I were more like you, more able to let myself feel the anger. sometimes it's hard to hold myself back, but it's harder to let myself go. sometimes I wonder how different things would be if I fought for myself the way you do. it's davey admiring something about jack that he hides so carefully so much of the time and spends the rest of the time being scared of. it's davey reaching for jack's hands and gently cleaning the dirt and somebody's else's blood from his bruised knuckles, pressing into the red marks where the fresh bruising hasn't had time to darken yet.

thinking abt the realization that's been creeping in so slowly burning up through his thoughts when davey says, sometimes I know it's right to start a fight, but I can't make myself do it. and you always do. you always let the anger out. I wish I could do that, I wish I didn't hide it instead. and jack suddenly connecting the dots that he's been paying so much attention to. the flexing hands that jack has drawn over and over without knowing what, exactly, he was trying to capture. the mean words so cleverly disguised as anxious rambling with a nervous laugh. the bite, the edge to davey that has never been anything but present but has never been anything but imperfectly hidden away, the same bits and pieces that jack knows stick out of himself just as jagged and sharp that he hates, the things about himself that scare him disguised under layers that must be just as constructed as his own facade. jack is kind and friendly and personable to cover himself, and davey is smart and articulate and purposeful. they are doing the same thing, achieving the same affect, and davey not only noticed but he likes it. he admires it. admires the way jack's act is just a little more unstable than his own. admires the way jack sometimes buckles under the pressure and lashes out despite himself.

thinking abt jack having the breath knocked out of him by this. by somebody who not only sees him, not only knows him, not only understands him, but likes what they see, what they know, what they understand. somebody who looks at him, holding his hand so tight it hurts, and says you're right to be angry, I wish I was as brave as you to show it. and jack doesn't feel brave, he feels lost and scared and alone, he feels lonely and angry and terrified of himself and frustrated with a world that won't let him catch a break, but when davey calls him brave he lets himself consider it, for a moment and for the first time. consider that what race says when he breaks the quiet isn't just a reassurance, that maybe his anger is good and real and right. maybe his fight is a good thing, maybe he is brave.

and thinking that his instinct is to act his way right out of it. to laugh and let go of davey's hand and break the quiet all the way, to move on and let the moment stop. but there's something fragile about it that makes it feel precious, the melted snow dripping down the back of his head, the sting of cleaned cuts on his face and the swelling in his lip, the tight pressure on his bruised knuckles, the fading light reflecting off the snow on the windowsill, and even as he catches his breath to say something, to laugh, to crack a joke, jack can't bring himself to be the one to break this new quiet.

so he doesn't. he squeezes davey's hand back so hard both their knuckles are turning white. he waits for something more, and it comes in the form of davey saying, I'm glad I know you, you know? and it comes in the form of jack pressing their foreheads together in a brand-new, delicate quiet that doesn't feel like dawn or like dusk, it feels like davey. and it feels good.

#newsies #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #apparently this is the only way i finish a fic now #making it a short little post that starts off as one thing and becomes something else most of the way through lol

[livesincerely]

“I thought I saw you sneak up here,” Jack murmurs.

“...I just needed some air,” Davey says in a thin, quiet voice, staring determinedly out into the darkness.

“Got room for one more?” Jack asks, stepping closer.

Davey gives a tiny shrug, wrapping his arms around himself. Taking this as permission, Jack clambers up onto the ledge and sits down beside him, not quite close enough to touch, letting his legs dangle over the edge.

The silence stretches on and on, as vast as the expanse of sky overhead. Hesitant, Jack allows it to linger for a long, breathless moment, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s trying to gather his thoughts or his nerve.

But finally he says, “Ain’t seen much’a you tonight. Ain’t seen much’a you in ages, really.”

He pauses there, trying to judge Davey’s reaction to his gentle prodding. But Davey doesn’t move, doesn’t even turn to face him, as still and stone-faced as a statue.

The pit in Jack’s stomach grows even wider.

Aloud he continues, “And I’m not tryin’ ta point fingers, Dave, but I’m startin’ to worry that somethin’s gone wrong between us. Horribly wrong. Maybe—“ He sucks in a breath. “Maybe so wrong that it can’t be fixed.”

He wants Davey to reassure him, to explain away the unease that colors their every interaction, why each conversation seems to end with a thousand words left unspoken. To say that it’s all going to be okay.

But he doesn’t say anything. Not a single, godforsaken word, and somehow, out of everything, that’s what cuts the deepest.

#newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #take a shot fic #I’ve really been on a writing spree these past few days #let’s hope the muse continues to cooperate #sad boy Jack hours are coming in hot

[hexmari]

Guys I’m thinking twenty something Jack Kelly, who due to unfortunate circumstances ends up with full custody of his little brother Race, and then falls in love with the stressed out student teacher in Race’s class David.

Thoughts?

Edit: Read Adaptation here!

#I wanna write this fic. #Race would be a fifthteen year old moody teenager too #newsies #newsies 1992 #javid #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #david jacobs #hexmari writes

[daveysjackie]

Davey stood in front of the many varieties of milk, trying to remember which one Sarah liked in her coffee.

Okay, yes. She wasn’t coming for another few days but Davey had a bottle of wine and an old sitcom just waiting for his undivided attention this weekend. So he was going to buy this milk, go home, put on his favourite pyjamas, and not leave the couch till Monday morning.

“Hey, babe!”

A strange man walked over to him and leaned close, rapidly shooting off a few sentences.

“The name’s Jack. The gal with the black hair - probably glaring - is my ex. Would you please just go along so I can get rid of her?”

Davey was stunned by this, honestly, random situation.

Without really thinking, he smiled and exclaimed, “Jackie, what are you doing here?”

Jack beamed at him and stood by his side, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Davey cast a gaze to the side, only able to take in the smattering of freckles on the tanned skin and those sharp hazel eyes before turning his attention to the woman who stood opposite them, arms crossed and severely displeased.

“Remember I told you about Anne? She couldn’t wait to meet you.”

How someone as charismatic as Jack had ever been with someone who looked that sour and wicked was a mystery to Davey.

Nonetheless, he smiled and introduced himself. “I’m Davey. It’s lovely to meet you.” Just to annoy her more, Davey rested a hand on Jack’s chest.

“See? Told you I have a boyfriend.”

“Uh huh.” Anne was evidently still unconvinced.

Jack sighed theatrically. “I had big plans for this but oh well.”

And in yet another twist to what was supposed to be a dull day for Davey, Jack got down on one knee in front of him. He reached into his pocket and produced a ring.

‘I am getting proposed to, in the dairy aisle of the supermarket, by a total stranger.’ Davey narrated mentally. ‘Sarah is gonna love this story.’

(psst. feel free to ask questions about this silly little piece)

#newsies #92sies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #newsies broadway #livesies #1992sies #west endsies #uksies #javey newsies #newsies javey #javid #javid newsies #of the many fics in my brain

[the-son-of-pluto]

having a ton of different productions of newsies is cool and all, like it’s awesome that it’s been adapted into so many successful shows with such amazing cast members, but .. but the issue comes with fanfiction.

i am reading a javid fic and it’s nice but then suddenly my brain decides that corey cott is cuddling with ryan kopel?? the next scene comes, i’m like ok let’s stick to one version of newsies— ah shit it’s michael ahomka-lindsay and ben fankhauser.

DAN DELUCA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??

jacks in a scene with morris delancey and suddenly there’s two mike faists talking to each other and my brain doesn’t know what to do

and then finally my brain decides to imagine christian bale and david moscow for the fic But then the shot changes and What The Fuck how did christian morph into jeremy jordan

#is this just a me thing or #i love all the version of each character #but my brain’s lack of continuity while reading a fic kills me #newsies #92sies #livesies #west endsies #toursies #bwaysies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #javid #corey cott #ryan kopel #michael ahomka #ben fankhauser #dan deluca #mike faist #morris delancey #christian bale #david moscow #jeremy jordan #i think that’s all of them

[joeythefrog]

It is time to retire mom friend David Jacobs and Dad friend Jacob Kelly. I am aware they are a focal point of earlier newsies fanspaces so an alternative: mom friend Jack Kelly and Dad friend David Jacobs

Jack Kelly who acts like a mother hen, who keeps everyone in the lodge relatively healthy, fed, clothed and housed. Who fusses over everyone and protects them fiercely. Sings lullaby’s and generally acts like a helicopter pta mom.

David Jacobs who is trying his best but doesn’t really know what he’s doing, who plays cards with his ‘kids’ and loses (sometimes on purpose) Who pulls his kids back by the scruff of their necks (not literally, mostly) and drags them away because: ‘NOPE Race we are not going to Brooklyn today’

#jack kelly #david jacobs #not to say that we should hold either parents to gender standards or roles #but I’m just saying if we are talking the way they are chacterised in fics especially it feels like they need a swap #David is tired #mom friend David Jacobs and dad friend Jack Kelly needs to be retired #obviously you can do what you want but this is a proposal to the #newsies fandom #it just feels like an excuse to make David out to be a twink who acts like the ‘woman’ of the relationship #let relationships be complex #newsies #javid

[we-are-inevitable]

i found something in the woods somewhere // javid

Summary:

Fresh. That’s the word that he keeps coming back to. Growing up in the city, he’s never had access to this kind of environment– fresh air and quiet, trees everywhere, dense wood all around. It’s lovely, but David really hasn’t had the chance to explore it.

Something tugs in his chest, and whispers in the back of his mind: You have time now. Why not?

Seventeen minutes later, dressed in jeans and converse, wearing a blue and black flannel, with nothing but a backpack full of four plastic water bottles and a whole box of granola bars, David crosses the treeline in his own backyard and walks into the woods. - David Jacobs doesn't know who he is. He wants to find out.

Jack Kelly knows exactly who he is. Maybe he doesn't want to.

After a lifetime of feeling stagnant, Jack and David search for the answers.

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Author's Note:

this baby is not finished but BOY is it fun! i have had so much fun writing this for the @newsiesminibang24 <33 please go check out the blog and see all of the AMAZING writing and art that has been created this far, and look out for a treat from Rizz ( @jack-kellys ) later today!! also pls comment/send asks/etc about this bc i have SOOOO many thoughts. i love putting davey in situations <33

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#jac txt. #jac writes #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #javid #javey #newsies #livesies #uksies #west endsies #newsies live #newsies uk #newsies fandom #newsies musical #newsies fanfic #newsies fic

[cat-in-a-trashcan]

What if I started writing a Javey fanfic about them doing a musical about news boys in their high school with a plot based on the song "Never Acting at All" by Melina MB with each chapter being a lyric from the song... how many of you guys would read that?

Update:

#idk of thats been done before #it probably has #javey newsies #newsies musical #newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs #javey #javid #my post #never acting at all fic

[paper-bag-arts]

uh um uh *javeys your over the garden wall*

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

[pigeonwit]

“Davey – Day, c'mon, y’ain’t makin’ any sense…” Jack says gently, rubbing his hand across Davey’s shoulders. “I mean, d’ya just not like her? ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that, sometimes a girl just ain’t the one-”

“But she was.” Davey insists, and he feels all the more like a child for it. “She – she was smart, a-and funny, and beautiful, and if there was ever a girl I could’ve liked, could’ve – could’ve been with, it’d be her, b-but I… I just…”

He takes a painful breath, his voice crushed - like shards of glass - into his throat.

“Jackie, I don’t…” He whispers as hot tears scald his cheeks. “I think there’s something wrong with me?”

His voice pitches up at the end like a question – but he knows the moment the words are said, the moment the thought is finally put into existence, that it’s not. There’s something wrong with him. He knows it. He knows it. And now Jack does, too.

#WOE rbr 5 snippet be upon ye!!!! #id say this bad boy's about 2/3rds of the way done #but the last third is. gonna take a while to stitch together. i got MIDTERMS babyyyy #so you're welcome to have this lovely bit of comphet davey i've been saving since. yeah probably since 2019? #this is probably one of the few RBR scenes that have stayed the same through the 4-and-a-bit years i've been chewing on this fic #the writing has changed a fair bit as i've progressed but the dialogue + the actions + the function to the plot is essentially the same #davey jacobs #jack kelly #newsies #uksies #david jacobs #pigeon scribbles #javey #javid #run boy run

[somanywords]

I saw you in a movie I heard it in a song

Rating: T

Relationship: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly

Major Tags: Racetrack Higgins, Les Jacobs, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Getting Together, all the ways they could've met and the way they eventually did, Aged-Up Character(s), they're in their twenties, Artist Jack Kelly (Newsies), Jewish David Jacobs, Minor Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Minor Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Minor Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, Friends to Lovers

Length: 20.5k | Complete

Summary:

Davey takes his nephew on an outing one summer day in Manhattan, turns his back for one minute, and a stranger is pulling the kid out of the river. But it’s okay, right? His nephew is fine, and what Sarah doesn’t know won’t hurt her. After all, what are the odds that he’ll ever meet the stranger again? It’s New York City. Anything could happen. And anything does. Maybe there are red strings of fate threading through the universe. Maybe some things are always meant to happen, it’s only a matter of time.

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I'm so excited to share this one for the @newsiesminibang24!! Huge huge thank yous to our wonderful moderator for all their behind-the-scenes work, and also to my artist @snowynsunny for their hype and cheer and the fantastic artwork they created that you can see here! 💗

#newsies #newsiesminibang24 #javey #javid #davey jacobs #newsies fics #my fics #cassstuff #i saw you in a movie

[loving-jack-kelly]

for jack it starts with: jack sees davey across a crowded room and vaguely pings him as that guy from that class last semester. jack is drunk and dizzy with it, high off the music and heat and crowd, lost in the feeling of for once just being one of the crowd. to him, davey is shining and sparkling, he's moving with the crowd and yet set apart and beautiful, and jack can't look away. he doesn't know it yet because he still can't sit still with himself long enough to what it means, but he isn't just drawn to the way the boy across the room is moving and laughing because he looks like he'd be fun to talk to.

it goes to: when jack is drunk he has no idea how to stop the thoughts from spilling out of his mouth. he gets across the room laughing and stumbling and the first thing he says is "you're so pretty you should be a model" and the second thing he says is "I like the way you dance" and the third thing he says is "I've never heard a laugh so beautiful" and none of it pings as anything other than friendly.

for davey it starts with: he's at a party for the first time in forever because every once in a while he needs to blow off schoolwork to feel alive, and there's a boy there who knows everybody's name and talks and laughs so loud it fills the room, and davey can't look away. he vaguely pegs the guy as the one who sat across from him last semester and always had a joke to tell. davey hadn't paid him much attention but here, here he's the brightest thing in the room, bouncing from person to person with a smile and a laugh and a way about him that davey just can't, can't at all, look away from.

it goes to: davey is dancing and enjoying himself, out of his head for once in his life, and still taken by surprise when jack lands in front of him, feet planted like he's struggling to hold himself completely upright, and davey can't stop laughing when he talks, even as he responds. first, "thanks, you're sweet," second, "you're not so bad yourself, and third, "do you want to dance?"

for both of them it continues: they dance. jack has never danced with another boy before and he's almost surprised at how normal it feels, how he doesn't even think about it, how it's just as natural to let his hands slide down davey's sides and pull him close as it ever has been with any girl. davey has danced with a boy before but he's somehow surprised by how strange this is, how different it feels to feel so wanted in such a specific way, to feel like jack didn't just want to dance and didn't just want to dance with somebody, but wanted to dance with him specifically, davey specifically, and it feels nice but strange and davey wants to kiss him but isn't sure that's where this is going.

and for jack: he's pretty sure he's never wanted to kiss a boy before. he's pretty sure he's never felt like this before. he's pretty sure this is new, and some part of him is pretty sure it should be a little more weird to suddenly have all of these new things arriving unasked for in his head. but that's the nice thing about being drunk at a party, happy and silly, he doesn't have to worry about it, because he's having fun and who cares, really, who he's having fun with? he's not thinking about it when he kisses davey first, and he's not thinking about it when davey kisses back, and he's not thinking about it until he's waking up in somebody else's bed the next morning, until the sun is streaming over dark hair and a strong nose and makeup that's almost but not quite gone and suddenly he's thinking, "how did I never realize this before?"

and for davey: he's lost in the feeling of being somebody's first choice in a moment like this, it's not the first time it's happened but it feels new enough that it's almost as intoxicating as the alcohol he's been drinking all night. jack keeps telling him how gorgeous he is, how much he likes this, keeps saying over and over again how much he's enjoying this, and it feels good to feel so wanted and so chosen, to loose himself in the party and the music and the dancing and when jack is the one to kiss him first, well, what's the point in hesitation? and there's no reason to overthink this, to let himself get too deep in his head when a hot guy is kissing him.

and for both of them: new beginnings are scarier than anything. the insecurity of something new, of not knowing where things would go. but at the same time, sometimes scary things are worth it. and maybe this is worth it. maybe this is worth facing down the insecurities and pushing past the nerves. and when jack says "good morning, beautiful" it makes davey laugh because it's corny and shouldn't sound so sweet, and that laugh makes jack laugh, and even through all the nerves and strange emotions this feels.....

for both of them: this feels worth it. this feels right. this feels good.

#newsies #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #hehe. hiiiiiii give me notes and talk in the tags I love youuuuu guys #gasp. the missing mini fic reappeared :)

[livesincerely]

Jack panics.

Well, first he calls the restaurant and makes a reservation for two at 7pm.

But then, he panics.

He calls Katherine first, which turns out to be less than useless.

“Can you please stop cackling for three seconds and fucking help me?” Jack demands into the speaker, tugging at his hair in frustration.

But Kath just laughs and laughs until Jack hangs up on her in a huff. After about ten minutes, he calls her back—she’s still laughing.

He tries Tony next.

“You’re such a fucking moron,” Tony says, after sitting in dead silence for so long that Jack pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “I genuinely don’t understand how Davey’s put up with you for so long. I should send him an emotional-support fruit basket.”

“Quit with the wise cracks and help me,” Jack demands. “Davey’s, like, super fucking excited about this dinner an’ if I don’t figure out what the hell we’re supposed’ta be celebrating, he’s gonna kick me out before we even get moved in.”

“More like he’s gonna dump your dumbass and find someone who can actually remember an anniversary,” Tony snarks.

“He ain’t gonna— I’ve told you a thousand times, we ain’t like that,” Jack says, louder than he means to, flushed and flustered.

There’s another long, judgmental silence.

“Please seek professional help,” Tony says, flatly incredulous. “You are so beyond me, you’re orbiting fucking Saturn, Jackaboy—“

Jack hangs up on him too.

#newsies #javid #*editor's note #bits & bobs #*the writing desk #more from the ‘Jack doesn’t know they’re dating’ fic #which is really starting to spread its wings and fly

[agentsnickers]

Building Momentum

“I feel like I’ve known you forever. I felt like I knew you the first time we met. Have I met you before?” Some things never change, and some things keep circling back around. (In which David and Spot are immortal, and Jack and Race are... something else.)

It's @newsiesminibang24 day!!!! Welcome to the long awaited Building Momentum!!!

I am SO excited about this fic and I really hope it was worth the wait!!

Featuring this gorgeous art by @chimeofthecomet my amazingly talented minibang partner!!!! I'm going to go stare at it for a while because i'm in love <3

#newsies #newsies minibang 2024 #davey jacobs #spot conlon #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #javid #<- full disclosure the romance is very much secondary here #building momentum au #finn writes fic