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bwaybby09 · 4 days

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During a Tornado Warning:

Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?

Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!

Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.

Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.

Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.

Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.

Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.

Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?

Jack: I don’t know…

Spot: That’s what I thought.

Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.

Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.

*bonus*

Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!

(Race grabs onto Spot)

Spot: Oh, get off me! No!

Race: Hold on to me!

Spot: Get off me!

Race: I am saving your life!

Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!

#newsies incorrect quotes #source: superstore #newsies #newsies musical #jack kelly #spot conlon #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #les jacobs #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #albert newsies #crutchie #crutchie newsies #sprace #spot x race

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military-newsboys · 22 days

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Jack: Ladies can’t handle my rizz. It’s too much for them. Davey: Fancy way of saying you’re gay but okay.

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the-racer · 25 days

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modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.

modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.

modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.

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frogmanfae · 11 months

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Okay so I have this fun little list of things that either I have said or my friends have said that I would name a song and anyway here are Newsies as my potential song titles

#these are really just quotes from my friends #but fall out boy showed me literally anything can be a song title #newsies #newsies live #david jacobs #gay #lgbtq #jack kelly #javid #spot conlon #trans spot conlon #racetrack higgins #race higgins #davey jacobs #jack x davey #this is so silly

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emmedoesntdomath · 1 year

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*sighs* anyone got any newsies fics or hcs they would love to see? someone (@crystallizedtwilight) (whom I adore and respect very much but also- what the fuck, bro) dragged me back into this fandom kicking and screaming with their lovely art and now I have the strongest urge to write something, but we’re tired children with zero creativity to our names, so.

headcanons? aus? the tiniest fragments of an idea?

#newsies #uksies #92sies #jack x davey #javid #javey newsies #jack kelly #sprace #race x spot #livesies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #david jacobs #jeremy jordan #crutchie newsies #brooklyn’s here #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #emme’s bad ideas

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ethereal-bumble-bee · 3 months

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Chapter 3 of When the World Falls Into Anarchy is out!

when the world falls into anarchy (2002 words) by etherealbumblebee Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992), Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Finch (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs, Les Jacobs Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Danger, Survival Summary: One month. It’d been one month since the first signs of the plague showed up, since the first person became mad with fever and insane with bloodlust, since the disease had ravaged the world until there was nothing left. Spot had been lucky somehow, able to stay far from the infected, but as far as he could tell, he’d been the only one. … A zombie apocalypse AU.

#We’re back folks #Bee’s writing again 👍👍👍#newsies #newsies musical #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #zombie apocolypse au #sprace #javey #spot x race

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newsiesficchallenges · 11 months

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Timeline Update!

As of today, you officially have one last week to sign up for the Newsies Gift Exchange (sign up here)! And so, we’re left with one question…which couple is going to get the most fics???

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curious-trickster · 1 year

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Today on underrated fandoms with amazing authors:

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/115883509?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_634905328

For all my fellas in the "Newsies" fandom or anyone who is interested in a awesome tale consisting of but not limited to:

- the found family trope

- best friends to lovers with just the right amount of pining and an even greater amount of ridiculous situations

- the perfect balance between teenagers being dorky and being really damn good at what they do

- you like Kaz Brekker? I present: his long lost cousin Spot Colon. They got the snark, they got the skill, they got the cane but what they don't have is mercy on their enemies

- you like gang politics? These boys might seem like they just sell newspapers but damn they already started a revolution and succeeded, who's to say what else they might get up???

- everybody loves badass girls right? Well you'll love this fic then! There are going to be so many amazing characters featured in this!

This was written by an truly amazing person which I have the honor of counting among my very best friends.

Go and support them!

I AM NOT EVEN IN THE FANDOM BUT I LOVE THIS STORY TO BITS AND PIECES!

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sl-newsie · 7 months

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Trick Or Treat: Albert DaSilva x OC *Halloween Special* 🎃

Set in 1900 after the strike, the Newsies take Les trick or treating and run into a new friend from Queens, one that seems to stick with Albert. Sorry it's a bit short. :)

Albert’s POV

“Come on, Davey! It’s already 7:30 and we’ve only gone down 2 blocks!”

I hold back a laugh as Les drags Davey through the crowd-a knee-high kids. It’s Halloween, my kind-a holiday when you can stay up late and scare people to death! And right now it’s time to score some sugar.

“He’s right, Davey.” Jack walks up wearing his usual cowboy attire. “He ain’t get’n any younger.”

“Nonsense!” Race grins. “The night is young! We sold all our papes today so it's time for celebrating! Now let’s pick up the pace- I want Necco Wafers now!”

We all run down the sidewalk with Les leading the pack, hitting one apartment after anodda. A half hour goes by and soon we’s already at the edge of town.

“Well well well, if it ain’t the ‘Hattan boys,” a voice calls from behind us.

We all groan. “Hi Spot.”

Spot Colon, AKA the ‘King of Brooklyn,’ struts up along with more Brooklyn newsies.

“You’s trick-or-treating? What are ya, 5?” Before we argue he holds up his hands and chuckles. “Relax, relax. I’s just joking. In fact that’s what we’s doing here too. You know, for the little ones.” He looks over his shoulder and seems to get a gleam in his eye. “I want you’s to meet Annie.” He steps aside and a cute goil in overalls hops outta the dark. “She’s an old friend-a mine, so no mess’n around. Understand, Race?”

But Race don’t seem too interested, however Spot’s woids go right over my head.

“Hey doll, you’s ain’t from around here are ya?” I hold out a hand. “Name’s Albert.”

Annie’s POV

When Spot told me about how fun Halloween in ‘Hattan is I was so excited! There ain’t much to do in Queens, so I normally find somewhere else to party. What I didn’t expect was to meet Spot’s friends, rather good-looking ones if I do say so myself. Especially the ginger who’s shaking my hand.

“Hiya, Albert!” I say with a bright smile.

He gets a glazed look in his eyes and tilts his head. “I’s never seen you around Brooklyn before.”

“No, I’m from Queens.” I nudge Spot’s shoulder and he groans in annoyment. “I just hang with Spot when I’m bored. You fellas got anything exciting in ‘Hattan?”

Albert bites his lip and a part-a me’s hoping he invites me over, but to do that I can tell we godda get away from Colon.

“Say Spot, I think I’m gonna go check out the rich folks’ party down the block. I’ll catch up later!”

Spot seems reluctant, but he knows he can’t control me. He gives me a stiff nod and goes back to talk’n with the odda ‘Hattan boys, cueing me to give Albert a quick gesture to follow me. He bounds after me down the street and once we’s in a noisy spot away from the oddas Albert’s laugh’n like crazy.

“You’s just as daring as I am, doll!”

“Darn straight!” I grin and turn to face him. “Now we can chat without Colon give’n us the death stare.”

He gets a funny look and part-a me thinks he’s too chicken to go against Spot. “Why does Colon keep such a close eye on ya? You two close or someth’n?”

His noivousness makes me suppress a chuckle and I put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Relax. Spot just worries ‘cause I don’t got too many street smarts as the rest-a yous.”

Albert nods in understanding. “He’s right to look out for ya. Makes me wonder how a pretty thing like yourself’s gone this long without get’n a normal life.”

His comment makes my smile fade and I put my hands on my hips. “And what’s that mean?”

Albert sees he’s slipped up his wording and holds up his hands. “Just say’n that you’s a very luvely goil and I’s surprised you’s ain’t married yet. You don’t seem like you’s should be hang’n around guys like me.”

He’s a lot more observant than I thought. Albert’s guessed I ain’t lower class, and he ain’t completely wrong. My folks have a decent income, but money can still be tight sometimes.

“I ain’t poor, but I ain’t rich eidda. And I don’t let someth’n as cliché as social class get in the way of my life.” I push past him and start walk’n away. “And if you’s think I’s just a pretty goil who should get married then take a hike, pal.”

Albert rushes up from behind. “I don’t mean it like that, honest-!”

“Oh sure, ‘cause I’s just an innocent, weak, pretty goil who shouldn’t be seen with lower class- you’s start’n to sound like my modda-!”

But I don’t get to finish my outburst because Albert pushes me against the cold brick wall and leans in. It comes outta nowhere and at foist I’m shocked, but then anodda feel'n grows throughout me that acts as anodda reason for my racing heartbeat.

“You like it dangerous, don’t ya doll? No wonder Colon has to watch over ya, never know when you’ll get into trouble. I ain’t say’n you’s a weak goil, I just wish I weren’t so poor so I could take you out properly.”

His husky voice makes me shutter and subconsciously lean into him, getting a surprised response from the gorgeous ginger.

“Annie, I- Does this- D-Do you like me too?” A simple reaction and he’s reduced to scattered woods.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Like I said, I don’t let social class come between me and what I want.”

He seems to regain his confidence and grins. “And what is it you want?”

I smirk and lean in to whisper in his ear: “Trick or treat, Albert.”

“Hmm… I ain’t sure I wanna take my chances with the trick…” He leans in closer and I feel his warmth surround me. “Or maybe I could ask ya out for a treat. Whaddya say, Annie?”

I lean in and give his lips a quick peck, making his face go nearly as red as his hair. “You seem like a treat yourself, handsome. I’d luv to go out with ya-!”

I’s barely gotten my woods out when Albert’s eyes light up and suddenly I feel soft lips be’n pressed to mine. I close my eyes and almost forget to stand, melting into Albert’s strong arms. Amidst the crowds of chattering kids and various Halloween celebrations all I can think of is him, no woids needing to be said to understand each odda. Once we pull apart for air Albert’s smiling like an idiot.

“God, I wish I would’ve started sell’n in Queens a long time ago! You wanna go on that date now?”

I kiss him one last time and start pull’n him towards the festivities. “Does caramel taste sweet?”

He grins and wraps an arm around my waist as we rush into the crowd. “I’ll take that as a yes!”

#newsies #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #jack kelly #david jacobs #spot conlon #newsies broadway #les jacobs #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva x reader #albert newsies #albert dasilva #newsies x reader #newsies fanfiction #halloween #trick or treat #race newsies #davey jacobs

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raiisrad · 2 years

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Current Newsies Headcannon

Background

-They grow up in West Virginia, v poor kids in a v poor town

-Davey and Race have been friends since first grade

-Race’s family is pretty shit, but local CPS has bigger things to worry about, so he basically lives with the Jacobs’

-Spot and Jack show up in high school - ended up at Medda’s at the same time

-The four quickly become inseparable

-Davey/Jack and Race/Spot start dating during sophomore year

-Race wants to be a dancer

-Davey wants to be a journalist

-Both want to get out and move to the city more than anything

-Broke AF so have to get scholarships

-They do - NYU here we come!

-Jack and Spot always pushed them to go, never asked to come with because they knew they couldn’t

-Summer before Davey and Race leave, Jack makes a throwaway comment about them not being gone that long considering thanksgiving and winter break

-Davey laughs because lol no money, MAYBE they’ll be home for winter break but definitely not thanksgiving

-Jack and Spot go real quiet - dual breakups within the week

-Davey and Race leave for college. Jack and Spot don’t say bye. They don’t get to say goodbye to Ms. Medda either even though she’s basically their second mom because things are weird

College Year 1

-We’re gonna ignore what’s going on with Jack/Spot for a bit (ie 4 years)

-Davey and Race are roommates

-Davey is a journalism/international relations double major with a minor in public policy analysis

-Race is Dance/Mechanical Engineering double major

-The first friends they make are Finch/Albert who are the couple that live across the hall

-Finch and Albert are drama majors minoring in dance

-They are from Mississippi

-Davey and Race do not make it home for Thanksgiving

-They do go home for winter break, but it’s awkward because they don’t really have anyone to see outside of the Jacobs’. They do text Jack/Spot to see if they want to talk, but get ignored

-Once back in NYC, they promptly swear that they are not going home for summer so they’re going to have to find jobs in the city/somewhere to live (also Race has to stay for the dance program anyway)

-They are also going to ignore the fact that it still kind of feels like they’re both missing a limb

-Davey meets Katherine during one of his classes during spring semester and they become friends. She helps him find a PAID!! Internship for the summer.

-Race gets a job as the friendly neighborhood barista around his summer intensive schedule

-They four of them (Davey/Race/Finch/Albert) end up sharing an incredibly sketchy 2 bedroom apartment over the summer but they manage to both pay rent and not starve so they call it a success

#newsies #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #jack kelly #jack x davey #spot x race #au #college au #should i write it?#somebody write this

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vse-kar-vem · 1 month

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joker out newsies au ..... does anyone see the vision

#SOMEONES been listening to the world will know 🙄🙄#no but do you see it. bojan would sooo pull off the nyc rascal accent .... he has the charisma to be jack kelly i think ...#davey is kris (tbh i think he's more spot but for the sake for shipping (IM SORRY i was a basic mf javey shipper im sorryyy))#maja can be les shes kind of young enough #alternatively: (i was always a little into davey x race) davey is nace race is jan #spot is kris #jack is bojan thats a non negotiable #SORRY jure is crutchie 💗💗💗💗 blonde sunshines 💗💗💗💗💗💗#listen bojan is 1) a theatre 2) a sociologist ..... what this means for his politics is clear i think #*kid #ok back to the bokris casting hmmm i want nace to be race (because jan would be my second choice for spot)#ok im done yapping sorry #vee rambles

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Annoying: John Marston X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punching Summary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

It has been two hours. Walking along a barren trail with your tired horse and listening to the endless and constant complaining of John Marston. The man is undoubtedly irritating, wholly annoying. But Dutch picked you for scouting, so you to try to tune out that stupid scratch in his voice and focus on looking for a new spot closer to Blackwater.

“I just don’t get what her deal is.” John continues.

You feel the distinct desire to bash your head against your saddle horn. Maybe that would end this insufferable ride. Why couldn’t Dutch have picked Javier or Charles or someone quiet? At least Micah talks about interesting things on occasion. Bill can crack a joke. None of them have this apparent need to vent whilst riding.

“She just doesn’t-”

“Marston.” You groan. “Shut up, for the love of life itself. Just be quiet for once.”

“Oh, are my problems annoying you?”

“Yes, jeez, just shut it.”

He huffs, looking away to pout like a child.

“No one wants to hear about you and Abigail, the whole camp already has to listen to you go on and on about how the kid isn’t yours. No one cares.”

“Fuck off.” He mutters.

“I wish I could.”

There is a blissful minute of silence before he opens his mouth again. “You think he’s mine?”

“Fuck, Marston.” You sigh. “I have no clue, just shut the hell up.”

“He ain’t.” He mumbles. “Can’t be.”

“You won’t have to worry about it if you keep talking, because I’ll shoot you.”

“Why’re you always so damn irritable?”

“Because you annoy me to no end, Marston.”

You pull on your reins to move towards a clearing that looks promising, only slightly visible from the narrow path between trees. Finally sliding off your horse, you stretch your legs a little and look over the spot.

“How do I annoy you exactly?”

You rub at your eyes, feeling the ache forming behind them from having to listen to his voice. “In every possible way you could ever imagine.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I’m not the one bothering other people with my problems.”

“At least I find the time to bring money in instead of lounging around camp all damn day!”

That, now that, brings a twinge of much more than annoyance to buzz around in your head. Not only have you been bringing in consistent money since you joined, you just pulled a job with Mac and Davey that scored the camp funds upwards of eight-hundred dollars. So, naturally, you punch John in the face for suggesting otherwise.

“Shit.” He mutters, recoiling and tackling you to the ground.

You roll for a while, exchanging punches and losing your hats along the way until you find yourself atop John. You sit across his thin torso, your fist curled into his shirt as the other stands ready to lay another blow. But, John, he goes still, as if he’s afraid to move. For all the scrapping and talk, you know you’re not scary enough to make him freeze like this so you lower your raised fist and look over your shoulder. You half expect to see lawmen or O’Driscolls or something, but it’s just the forest and the horses grazing by the trees.

“What’s your problem, Marston?” You ask, shifting slightly on him.

Then you feel it, barely brushing against the back of your thigh as you move. John Marston is hard in his pants from being beaten up by a man that hates him. His face flushes and he claws at your arm, but you just push him down harder into the grass. Your mind races for a moment, thinking of the roads you could take. You hate the man quite a bit, but you’d be a fool to deny he’s attractive and something in the back of your mind is begging you to find out what that raspy voice sounds like when it’s full of want.

“We tell no one.” You mutter, giving John a threatening look.

John’s chest moves slow as he processes, then he nods quickly. You lean down and connect your lips, catching the taste of tobacco and the scruff of his stubble. John’s hands find your hips, urging you down to grind against you but you resist.

“You’re not in charge here, Marston.” You murmur against his lips. “You just lay still and let me use you, understand?”

His eyes dart around yours quickly as his face gets redder by the second. “Y-Yeah.”

You move down to unfasten his pants and as he kicks them off, you fish a tube of gun oil from your pocket. It has always been a suspicion of yours that John gets around more than he lets on, and it is all but confirmed by the way he stuffs his pants under his hips and spreads his legs.

“You some kind of whore on the side, Marston?” You ask, fixing yourself between his open legs. “That why you got on with Abigail, a shared profession?”

“Shut up.” He mutters.

He intends to say more but you cut him off easily by inserting your slicked fingers without warning. His back arches, pressing into the feeling as he chokes on a bit of air that turns into a whimper. You’re not going to give him the time to rest or adjust, he doesn’t deserve it after talking all day. So you crook your fingers, running them along until his hips jolt from the contact. Then you focus and focus hard, pressing into that nice sensitive spot inside of him until he can’t even speak to warn you. He releases across his stomach, his softening dick untouched.

His head lulls to the side as he catches his breath and you slip your fingers out. You move as fast as you can, not wanting to hear any of his protests about being sensitive. He’d whine about it, you know he would, so you grip his hips and press inside in the midst of his recovery. John chokes on air again, muttering as he covers his red face with his arm. Only one eye peaks out at you as you start your pace and you ignore it, focusing on the act rather than the who. If you don’t think about it being John, the image of your dick disappearing inside such a nice ass and the feeling of gripping such a slim waist make you groan to yourself. If it were any other man, you’d praise him for feeling so good.

John, however, does not have that control. “God, you’re… fuck you’re good.”

It’s the moan that gets you, raspy just like you imagined, and completely wanton. You double your effort because that sound was so good for something that came from John of all people. And, to your delight, it happens again. As you slam into him, your balls bouncing enough to truly earn the nickname, John begins to pant. Your eyes are drawn to his dick as he reaches for it and stops it from slapping against his stomach. His hand wraps around and pumps in time with you.

You lean down a bit, enough to speak over John’s lewd noises. “You better get yourself off before me, Marston. I’m not helping you otherwise.”

He groans, seemingly all too happy to be treated like nothing but something to fuck in the grass of the gang’s next camp spot. You watch his hand, your eyes flicking down to watch your own fucking on occasion. Both are such a sight. John cums again, spilling a little on his hand this time. The sound he makes, such a shaky and raspy guttural moan, hits the right things for you and sends you right over. You slow your thrusts, milking yourself before burying deep inside of him.

It takes a few minutes before your muscles respond and you can pull out to rest back on your knees. John still has a haze in his eyes, his arms splayed out as his chest heaves. You let yourself relish the sight, forgetting only for a moment that you hate him, then you pick up the tube of gun oil from the grass and pull on your pants. A one time thing, albeit a great one, with such an annoying man.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption x reader #red dead redemption x male reader #x reader #x male reader #john marston #john marston x reader #john marston x male reader

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military-newsboys · 6 days

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Jack: I can help too! I'm not just some trophy husband, you know. Davey: ...YOU'RE a Trophy Husband??? What the hell kind of contest did I win?!?

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livesincerely · 2 months

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One of the last things that gets packed⁠—right up there with the wifi router, the stuff for the bathroom, and Jack’s good pillow⁠—is the calendar. Davey carefully peels it from it’s place of honor on the front of the fridge, almost the whole of April carefully x-ed out.

“The 29th is on Friday,” he notes as he tucks it carefully away, smiling softly. “We should try and do something.”

“Dave, we are up to our ears in fuckin’ boxes,” Jack complains from his spot on the floor, giving an earnest attempt at becoming one with the carpet. “We ain’t gonna get our deposit back if we ain’t outta here before the first.”

“You were out of town on a contract last year and the year before that we both had the flu,” Davey complains. “It’d be nice if we could actually do something to celebrate.”

It’s at this point that Jack realizes he has no idea what the fuck Davey’s talking about.

“Dave,” he says. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The 29th,” Davey says, like that alone is enough of an explanation.

“What’s so special about the 29th?” Jack asks.

Davey frowns⁠. And not just his Jack, you dumbass frown, but the full-blown, pinched-mouth, brow-furrowed, Jack, this isn’t funny, stop it frown that makes makes Jack’s heart want to shrivel up and die whenever it’s pointed his way.

So, Jack pivots. Hard.

“I’m kiddin’,” he quickly assures him, pushing himself up on his elbows as his mind races for some kind of solution. “‘Course we can do somethin’. Maybe dinner at that Italian place we saw on the corner? It looked like a nice joint.”

Davey’s expression clears.

“God, I would kill for some tiramasu,” he says wistfully.

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Jack laughs, relieved. “I’ll call in the morning, see if they take reservations.”

“Perfect,” Davey says, with a beaming smile that makes Jack’s heart lurch for entirely different reasons. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah,” Jack says weakly. “It’s a date.”

#newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #still very much a work in progress but from my Jack-doesn’t-know-they’re-dating fic #aka how deep a hole can Jack dig himself before Davey takes pity and pulls him out #the world may never know #Jack finds out he and Davey are dating bc he didn’t want Davey to be mad at him #which honestly? mood

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youaintnothinbuta · 24 days

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A jack kelly x fem! Reader hanging out with the newsies then Les randomly blurts out “their kinda like mom and dad” Jack get really embarrassed and every bursts out laughing while agreeing

“They’re kinda like mom and dad.” — jack kelly x reader

Summary: see request^^

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 375

Warnings: none!! Fluff <3

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You sat with Jack and the other newsies in your usual spot, on the rooftop of a building near the lodge. You lean back against the edge, listening to the others converse, while Jack sat beside you, holding you close, his smile lighting up his face as he jokes with the others.

“Hey, Finch, back up from the edge.” Jack calls out to him, reaching over to tap Specs to tell him to grab onto Finch’s shirt.

Les, the youngest of the newsies, pipes up from across the circle. “You know,” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Jack and Y/N are kinda like mom and dad.”

There's a moment of silence as his words sink in, and then the group erupts into giggles and agreement. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you exchange a glance with Jack. Jack's expression is a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and he rubs the back of his neck as all the boys start nudging him, calling him daddy.

“Come on, Les, don't be ridiculous,” he argues, but his protest is met with more rowdiness from the Newsies.

“It’s true!” Race chimes in, grinning. "Making sure we're fed and safe, more parents than mine ever were.”

“Yeah, consider us practice until you start making your own.” Elmer added, Jack punching him lightly in the arm in response.

Jack shot you a sheepish smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “They’re not wrong,” you say, your tone teasing. He playfully nudges you with his elbow, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I guess,” Jack surrenders, the group continues to tease and joke, their laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Despite Jack's initial embarrassment, you can see the fondness in his eyes as he looks around at the ragtag family you've all become. Les and Davey had their parents to go home to, yes, but Les considered you just as much of a parental figure. He crawled over to Jack, curling up in his lap, Jack still with one arm wrapped around your waist, listening as the others continued their chatter. Jack takes your hand in his, squeezing it three times, one of the many ways he wordlessly tells you he loves you.

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emme’s 92sies review

@sparkedblaze I stole your idea because I was bored xoxo so here's my 92sies thoughts, with occasional running historical commentary:

okay having max do the intro was genius, he's a perfect introduction

they're on the horace greeley statue that's cool (editor of the tribune) (left, came back, died) (yer a nerd, emme)

kloppmannnnnn my guy

we really ditched the cowboy bit in livesies huh

max: *smack*

mush is RIPPED

god I love skittery and his relationship with race so muchhhh

ooh christian did a little dance- kind of. he twirled once. love you babe.

I actually love the 92sies lyrics and I know that's an unpopular opinion, but they're so funny

christian bale was either high or drunk whilst filming this and that's a fact

morris is older. fight me (not you, @noxexistant, I love you. just blaze.) (IM KIDDING IM KIDDING)

race's jokes are funnier here just because max casella looks like he's having the time of his life saying them

"must be from brooklyn"

no way my guy just counted all those papers that quick

I love how jack just straight up mocks davey,., like bro that's not how you get a bf

PULITZER HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS HE HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS (at this point, pulitzer was nearly blind because of health issues. we love to see historically accurate choices)(or I do at least)

that is how headlines worked, actually. stealin from the competition, stealin again

GUESS WE BOTH GOT AN EDUCATION

yessssss 92sies les drink that beer

why does every fight scene look like it's from a cartoon

davey's such an asshole. I adore him.

medda I love you but literally every part of your casting and story in this movie is wrong and makes me mad

davey: -and our friend

jack: fucki- excuse you??? since when

sarah's so prettyyyyyyy and not interested in jack at all

this version of santa fe is like,.., sweeter. I'm pretty sure I've fallen asleep to it before

oop except for the dancing bit. forgot about that.

HELP WHY IS THERE A HORSE AIN'T NO WAY FRANCIS SULLIVAN KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A HORSE

Imao oscar imitating kid blink

are you outta your MIND- racetrack higgins, 1899

look at davey being the voice of reason and then immediately doing a 180 after making eye contact with his crush. proud of you bro

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

boot's lil solo is the best and so cute oh my god

dentondentondentondenton

you're just gonna let your little brother walk into the world with a guy you met a week ago????

jackie boyyyyyyyyyy

dominic lucero has my entire heart. he does everything with a grin and enthusiasm I,,, *brb sobbing into my pillow*

..they are throwing hundreds of dollars in papers away like it's confetti

NOO CRUTCHYYYY

iS tHaT dAvE hEyA dAvE

cartoon fight.2

gabriel damon is like a literal child and he is doing the absolute most

THE CEILING FAN TRICK YES BUMLETS (I take it back, dominic is still doing the most)

every word out of crutchy's mouth makes me want to hit a brick wall (affectionate)

bro sarah's gay and thinks you're an idiot

ON THE GROUNDS OF BROOKLYN YOUR HONOR (-my favorite part of the entire movie)

I love that gabriel and max seem to be actually friends, despite their age difference. that was definitely the reason people started seeing sprace.

denton seemed to care about davey, at least a little bit, which is interesting to me, because he seems to only care about the other newsies a little bit. I feel like it’s a sees himself in him deal.

don't hide under carriages kids

they would not let him use a very expensive printing press as a bed. I refuse. I’m in denial about it.

RALLY RALLY RALLY

spot conlon is an icon

do I have problems with medda? yes. do I think the swing is kind of cool? also yes.

jack, you’re an idiot

NO DAVEY LOOKS SO HURT STOP IT

the jokes weren’t funny I took the money my friends from home don’t know what to say

there’s no bill and darcyyyyyyyy. sad times.

this version of once and for all is too slow and boring. sorry not sorry.

90s CGIIIIII FOR THE WIN

I feel like this version of the strike has gone on for like three minutes, not two weeks, but that’s fine

pulitzer and jack are both approximately two years old shouting SHUT UP at each other

look at all those kids (is this reality? meh. hundreds to thousands of kids did show, but that seems like overkill)

the goveaNAH

why are all of the jacobs crying??? they’ve known this guy for a month at most???

oooo carrying the banner’s backkkk (again, these lyrics are better, you shall bury me on this hill)

bro he came back and the first thing out of his mouth was davey come over here. gay.

oh hi denton

YES SPOT BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE RIDE THAT CARRIAGE

and then they got a happy ending. so cute.

okay, okay, so. cinematically? the movie needs some help. it wasn’t very planned out, and it’s clearly a disney movie at some points. 6.5/10

historically? they did better than I remembered. certainly better than the stage production. my biggest issues lie with medda and probably jack himself. 7.5/10

musically? I like their carrying the banner, king of new york, and santa fe a lot. but most of these kids weren’t professionals, which does give the stage production a better quality. still, they worked with what they had. 7/10

overall? I adore this movie. I really do. I’m going to be honest, though, and say 7.5/10

okay I’m done now because it’s midnight. I’ll post this tomorrow. byeeeeee

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