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vintagexherry · 9 months

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Child's Play [2]

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Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Reader

This part a bit shorter than last chapter but consists bit of lore

//Bullying, Degradation, Yandere ,Miguel being rich and a playboy, Miguel isn't as grumpy as we know he kinda ooc here

Previously

For now, you focus on putting your messy and blank-ish notes in your bag and head for the doorway, hoping he didn't notice you. "Y/N? That you?" And there you wish somebody had a shovel so you could bury yourself.

"Long time no see Y/N how ya been?"

Forget a shovel, you hope somebody bulldoze this building so you don't have to go back, But you're here now so might as well get through it, maybe he changed? acted more mature than before?.

You nervously laugh of his question

"oh uh Yea, doing fine...?"

Miguel seemed to notice your hesitation and signed.

"Come on Y/N you ain't foolin anyone cariño, is this about high school? You know I was just teasing you."

The thought of him getting matured was immediately thrown out the window.

"Ok um, Look Miguel as much as glad your doing alright I think it's best if we just stopped talking to each other."

You tried to evade him, seeing him again in the flesh doesn't do your mental health well, so much more when your talking to him.

You think the best course is to just turn a new page and seperate ways.

Miguel thinks different.

"Oh so it is about the high school? Look how bout you and me go to this cafe near campus and we can talk about it yea?"

You want to laugh at that idea, the last time you and him decided to talk things out in a cafe, he ended up spilling hot coffee on you, you swear you could feel the burns again.

You look at the your watch and you remember you don't have any more subjects to take for the rest of the day.

"Miguel the last time you took to me to a cafe, you burnt me with coffee..."

Miguel doesn't seemed fazed and shrugged.

"And? come on, hermosa, you know that was an accident, and if it happened again, I would be embarrassed and probably lend you a jacket, or we could order cold drinks if you want. How bout that, huh?"

Miguel pushed on even further and you tried to ignore his nicknames for you, you can't lie that your surprised with the turn of nicknames, usually he would call you a slut,a whore, a nobody, an idiota and etc etc.

Knowing Miguel, he isn't a quitter so for you to live to see another day you have to go with his whims and you go as you did.

"Alright...Alright, just uhh send me the location I guess? I'm just gonna drop my things at my dorm and I'll see you there" Or maybe you could use this as an escape and just say your pet needs to go to the vet or you suddenly feel sick.

But life ain't always that easy.

Miguel chuckled "No need for that hermosa, We can directly go to the cafe in my car"

You felt yourself shake, one thing you always tell yourself is to never be alone with Miguel aside from him taking you home, you never ever want to be in a closed space with him.

"No uh- it's really oka-" You wanted to relent more but Miguel is...well Miguel.

"Y/N come on, don't make this harder as it is, all I wanna do is talk in a sweet,relaxing and quiet environment, is that so hard?"

You panic even more in the inside but your scared what he could do if you reject further.

"Alright...Okay I'll go..."

Miguel beamed brightly at your (forced) agreement.

"Good. Follow me"

As you follow him out to the parking lot you panic to see lesser people but you can't help but admire the Rolls-Royce Phantom Series II coated in a dark blue color.

Miguel noticed your awe and chuckled.

"Like it? My parents gave it to me once I graduated from high-school"

Of course, anything for their priced baby, you sometimes forget how rich Miguel really is.

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The car ride was silent in a way aside from the radio, you opted to sit at the back but Miguel, once again, relented you sit at front. And you're running out of energy to fight back.

So here you are at front, next to Miguel, and stuck at traffic.

You guess it gotten too quiet for you started feeling tense. So you decided to break it.

"So uh.....While we're here, maybe you can tell me what your planning to tell me at the cafe."

Miguel wordlessly glanced at you and back at the street while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well...How do I start this" Miguel seemed to be forming words at his head and you can't help but be surprised, Miguel always projected himself as confident and always know what to say at any given moment but this the first you witness this so you waited as traffic already moves and Miguel started driving again.

"You know what, we're almost to the cafe, let's save it for there"

You wordlessly nodded and once again the ride was silent.

Both finally arrived and as you sat down Miguel asked for what you want, saying that your fine didn't do you any good since Miguel decided to order for you, so you sighed and waited for him while you sat down by a window and admired the setting sun.

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"...So now I got that out of my chest, maybe we can go to this year's prom and laugh about the past? What do you say?"

You knew this was a bad idea

Once both you got your drinks he started apologizing for his actions during high school, but also proceeded to tell you it was due to his parent's pressure on him.

You can't even swallow your drink properly. ""Look....Miguel I... I think it's really best for us to seperate ways and move on, you can't just invite me go prom after saying you made me your personal stress ball for your problems...I-I'm gonna go...But here" You slide him some money

"Thank you for the drink, goodbye Miguel" You stood up without waiting for his answer who only clenched his fist as if forcing himself to stop grabbing your wrist to pull you back to sit down.

You got a taxi and head straight to your dorm and Miguel was left seething.

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #tw yancore #tw bullying #tw yandere

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starfightertigerlily · 6 months

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Eva Yan: Simon won't go anywhere. He is; he has always been; he always will be-even if the moon were to fall to the ground.

Anna Angel: Nobody is to blame for his death. I honestly believe that Simon was doomed. What he did was too much for a single person to handle.

Lara Ravel: I've always known that I'd throw everything away and follow the man who achieves that to the ends of the earth. If he wouldn't have me as a partner, I'd serve him. If he wouldn't have me by his side, I'd serve him from the shadows.

Yulia Lyuricheva: People like these are a natural hazard. Their mission exists as long as they believe in it, and others suffer from its consequences.

Vlad Olgimsky: Come now... What I'm saying is... when someone takes too much upon themselves, they always end up... ground down. That's how life works.

Bad Grief: How could a man that's been foolin' around with them afterworld shenanigans not die? Ain't nothin' good about stickin' your nose to where us humans are neither welcome nor wanted. Don't trouble trouble until trouble troubles you. Right, Doc?

Some characters have thoughts about Simon Kain.

#pathologic

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a-dirty-secret · 7 months

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Johnny's Girl - Part 13

Smut, but also, fluff! I enjoyed this chapter.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

For the next two weeks you didn't see Johnny at all. You were instead being taken care of by Sissy, which didn't turn out to be so bad. She'd ramble on about various things while you ate your dinner or cleaned the mark Johnny had made. You just smiled and nodded along, thankful for the company, most of the time.

"You're just lovely." Sissy said, smiling at you as you ate. "I can see why Johnny likes you, sweet thing."

"Likes me? I think you've got the wrong Johnny..."

"Oh no, he likes you honey. A lot, I'd reckon, or you'd already be supper! You oughta see how red he gets when we tease him. He says it's just 'cause he's angry, but I know he's blushin'!" She said, giggling.

You stop eating and stare at her in horror. "Supper? You're kidding... Right? You don't actually... Eat people?"

"Oh, Johnny hasn't told you that yet?"

Sissy left when you started throwing up. You hadn't been thankful for her company that night.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, revealing Sissy. You sigh in disappointment, you hated to admit it, but you missed Johnny. You weren't sure why he wasn't coming to see you, but you assumed it was as punishment.

"Hey there sugar, I got some dinner for ya'." She says, handing you a bowl of stew and some water.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry."

"It's beef." She says with a giggle. "Now eat up, Johnny won't be happy if I let you starve to death."

"Do you... Know why he hasn't come to see me? It's been awhile." You say, eating your food.

"Johnny ain't exactly one to share his feelins', honey. Don't worry, he'll come around. He needs to stop bein' so gosh darn stubborn. I keep tellin' him it'd be nice to have another woman helpin' around the house when Nancy ain't here, but he just says his momma wouldn't have it and shuts me down. I tell 'im she ain't here most the time anyways, but he don't listen." She sighs, looking at you sympathetically.

"Can you tell me about him?" You should stop while you're ahead, but he was all you could think about.

"Well ain't you just a smitten kitten! Let me think.... Ah! Speakin' of kittens, Johnny's real sweet to the stray cats that come around. One of 'em got caught in a trap and he tore Nubbins a new one, tellin' him he needs to pay more attention to where he puts 'um." She says, laughing.

"That's adorable." You say, smiling to yourself. "I bet he acts like he doesn't like them, doesn't he?"

Sissy laughs, "Uh huh, he sure does. He ain't foolin' nobody though." She sighs and grabs your now empty dishes. "Alright sugar, I'll be back to check on you later." She says, leaving you to your thoughts.

*** Johnny sat at the dining room table staring at his food, trying to keep you off of his mind. Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He hadn't been able to get the words out of his head. He replayed them on purpose when he got the urge to go see you, which was often.

He didn't know at what point he fooled himself into believing you could care for him, but it was past time for him to come back to reality. He had to distance himself from you so that when the time came it would be easier to kill you. He could just have somebody in the family do it, but he couldn't bear the thought of not being the last person to touch you. The last person to see life in your eyes...

Your mother must be fucking insane, because that's the only way somebody could EVER love somebody like you! He repeated the words again, willing himself to hate you. God, how he wished he could just hate you. He was so pathetic.

He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears the phone ring. "Go get the phone, boy. I'm bettin' it's your mama wantin' to have a word with you." Drayton said, a sly grin on his face.

Johnny scowled, getting up to answer the phone. "Hello."

"My dear Johnny, it's good to hear your voice. How is everything at the house?"

Johnny caught the slight edge in his mama's voice as he responded, "Everything is fine here mama."

"Is that so? Drayton told me you've had some girl hangin' around the house for over a month?" She said, making no attempt to hide her displeasure.

"I'm just... Having a little fun. She'll be gone soon, it's nothin' serious."

"Now don't you give me any damn excuses, Johnny. Playin' with your food is one thing, but your little snack is past her expiration date. She already tried to escape once. When I get back, she better be gone. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am."

*** The door opens and you watch as Johnny walks in. You couldn't help but be happy to see him, but your happiness is short lived. In the blink of an eye he's in front of you, holding his knife to your throat. "Johnny.."

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, and you can hear the nerves in his voice.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask fervently.

"We both knew this had to happen eventually." His voice is thick with emotion that he's unable to hide. He stares at you and tries to picture you as somebody else, anybody else, cursing under his breath when his hand starts to shake.

Your eyes fill with tears as you stare into the dark eyes of the man holding your life in his hands. The man that turned your life upside down and caused you so much pain and suffering had somehow earned a spot in your heart. "Johnny I..." You pause, unsure of what to say. "I missed you".

"Don't pretend you care about me now, it's not gonna help." He says, doing everything in his power to keep his emotions under control.

"I do care about you!" You say, and he presses the knife deeper.

"Don't fucking lie to me! Somebody would have to be insane to love somebody like me, remember?" He shouts, his eyes filling with tears.

"Then I must be insane, because I love you, Johnny!" In that moment you knew it was true, you loved him, and it no longer felt wrong.

"Goddamn it!" He yells, dropping his knife to the ground and bringing his lips to yours. He kisses you slow and hard, letting the tears stream down his face, unable to hold them back any longer.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "You don't mean that. You can't." His words are shaky and he squeezes his eyes closed, embarrassed you're seeing him this way. "I'm never gonna change."

"I don't want you to change. I want to love the darkest parts of you." You say, wiping his tears and returning your lips to his. What starts off as a gentle kiss soon becomes rough and desperate. Your tongues collide as you press your bodies together as tightly as you can manage, desperate to be closer to one another.

Your hands fumble with his belt as he swiftly removes your clothes, and in no time at all he's lifting you up, positioning himself at your entrance. You remove his shirt and he slides into your wet pussy slowly, sliding a hand between your bodies and groping your chest. His other hand finds the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he slowly pumps into you.

"I'm sorry. For everything." He says, breathless from the kiss.

"Oh, Johnny. I forgive you."

His lips meet yours again and he picks up his pace, fucking you passionately. You love the way he stretches you out, reaching all the right places. Your moans mingle together as you both get closer to your climax.

"Cum inside of me, Johnny!" You yell as your pussy squeezes around his cock. He obliges, groaning as he fills you up.

He leaves gentle kisses on your lips and up your jawline, then nibbles gently on your ear. "I love you too." He whispers, burying his face in your neck, no intentions of letting you go any time soon.

#johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x you #tcsm #texas chainsaw game #johnny slaughter smut #tcm game

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poop-diddy-scoop · 6 days

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Jack gets hired to capture Reader, changes his mind, and runs away with them instead 😈

jack sikora x reader - chase you down

a/n: who are you and why are you so good at plot writing

The saloon was alive with the raucous sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and the faint melody of a piano in the background. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, whiskey, and tobacco smoke, swirling around in lazy tendrils under the dim glow of the oil lamps. You sat at the bar, nursing a drink, lost in your own thoughts as the evening wore on.

Little did you know, your evening was about to take a dramatic turn.

The door swung open with a creak, drawing everyone's attention. In sauntered a man who commanded attention without saying a word. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a ruggedness about him that spoke of a life lived on the edge. His dark eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turned to his companions—a motley crew of rough-looking men who followed him like loyal dogs.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as the man made his way toward you, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. You tried to look away, to pretend you hadn't noticed him, but his presence was impossible to ignore.

"Evenin', darlin'," he drawled, his voice smooth as molasses and just as dangerous. "Mind if I join ya?"

You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. "I reckon I ain't got much of a choice, do I?"

He chuckled, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Not unless ya plan on makin' a run for it. But I reckon that wouldn't be very polite now, would it?"

You forced a smile, trying to appear unfazed by his presence. "I suppose not."

He settled onto the stool next to you, leaning in close so that his breath tickled your ear. "Name's Jack," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Jack Sikora, at your service."

You couldn't help but shiver at the sound of his name, the weight of it hanging heavy in the air between you. "Pleasure to meet you, Jack," you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the unease that gnawed at your insides.

Jack smirked, his eyes glittering with amusement. "Now, darlin', I reckon you ain't foolin' nobody with that fake smile of yours. What's got ya lookin' so glum on a night like this?"

You hesitated, unsure how much you should reveal to this stranger who seemed to have a knack for seeing right through you. But something about the warmth in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice made you want to trust him, if only for a moment.

"Just... life, I guess," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "Things ain't been easy lately."

Jack nodded sympathetically, his expression softening. "I hear ya, darlin'. Life's a tough ol' beast, ain't it? But sometimes, all ya need is a little bit of adventure to shake things up."

Before you could respond, the sound of gunfire echoed through the saloon, followed by shouts and screams of panic. Jack's eyes darkened with a mixture of excitement and determination as he turned to face the chaos unfolding behind him.

"Well now, looks like the party's just gettin' started," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Reckon it's time for me and the boys to make ourselves scarce. But don't you worry, darlin'. I'll make sure you come along for the ride."

With that, Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you off the stool, leading you towards the back exit of the saloon. You stumbled after him, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to keep up with his long strides.

As you burst out into the cool night air, you found yourself face to face with the rest of Jack's gang, who were busy looting the place for all it was worth. Jack grinned at you over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Looks like we got ourselves a little bonus tonight, boys," he called out to his companions. "Say hello to our newest recruit."

The men cheered and whooped, their laughter echoing off the walls of the alley as they made their way towards you. You felt a surge of fear rise up in your throat, but Jack squeezed your hand reassuringly, his touch grounding you in the midst of the chaos.

"Don't worry, darlin'," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "You're safe with us now."

With that, Jack led you away from the chaos of the saloon, the sounds of gunfire and shouting fading into the distance behind you. You stumbled along beside him, your mind racing as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Where are we going?" you asked, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Jack flashed you a grin, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Why, to our next adventure, of course. And trust me, darlin', it's gonna be a wild one."

And with that, you followed Jack into the night, the promise of adventure and danger hanging heavy in the air as you left the chaos of the saloon behind you.

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As you and Jack hurried through the back alleys, the distant sounds of sirens grew louder, signaling the approach of law enforcement. Jack's entourage had been caught in the act, leaving only the two of you to fend for yourselves in the darkness.

You glanced over your shoulder, the fear gnawing at your insides as you tried to keep pace with Jack's long strides. "We gotta keep movin'," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "They're gonna catch us if we don't hurry."

Jack nodded grimly, his jaw clenched with determination. "Don't worry, darlin'. I ain't plannin' on stickin' around to find out what they do to folks like us."

You stumbled over a loose cobblestone, your heart pounding in your chest as you struggled to keep up with Jack's frantic pace. "But where are we gonna go?" you asked, your voice tinged with desperation. "We can't just keep runnin' forever."

Jack shot you a sideways glance, a hint of amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Well now, ain't you a clever one," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Reckon I like that about you, darlin'. Always thinkin' ahead."

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling heavy in your chest. "So what's the plan, then?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear that threatened to consume you.

Jack's smirk widened into a grin as he turned down another alley, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of pursuit. "The plan, darlin', is to find ourselves a little hidey-hole where the lawmen ain't likely to look," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "And lucky for us, I happen to know just the place."

With that, Jack led you deeper into the maze of back alleys, his footsteps echoing off the walls as you followed close behind. You could hear the distant sounds of shouting and gunfire behind you, but Jack's presence beside you offered a strange sense of comfort in the midst of the chaos.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of winding through the labyrinth of streets, Jack came to a sudden stop, his hand shooting out to grab your arm and pull you into the shadows of a narrow alleyway.

"We're here, darlin'," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "Now all we gotta do is lay low and wait for the heat to die down."

You peered out from your hiding spot, your heart racing as you watched the flashing lights of police cars speed past in the distance. "But what if they find us?" you asked, your voice trembling with fear.

Jack flashed you a grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Then I reckon we'll just have to make ourselves scarce, won't we?" he said, his voice filled with a confidence that you couldn't help but admire.

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip, your mind racing as you tried to come up with a plan to escape the inevitable confrontation with the law. And then, an idea struck you—a desperate, risky plan born out of sheer desperation.

"Jack," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I reckon I got myself a proposition for ya."

Jack cocked an eyebrow, his gaze locking with yours in the dim light of the alley. "Oh yeah? And what might that be, darlin'?"

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. "I reckon I can help ya get outta this mess," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside you. "But only if you promise not to kill me."

Jack's eyes widened in surprise, his expression softening with something that almost resembled gratitude. "Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Tell ya what, darlin'. You got yourself a deal."

And with that, Jack took your hand in his and pulled you out of the shadows, his grip firm and reassuring as he led you back out into the chaos of the night. Together, you sprinted off into the darkness, leaving the sounds of sirens and shouting far behind as you made your way towards the safety of home.

The journey back to your house was a blur of adrenaline and anticipation, your heart pounding in your chest as you led Jack through the winding streets of the town. The night air was cool against your skin, a welcome relief after the chaos of the saloon and the frantic escape that followed.

Finally, you reached your destination—a quaint little house nestled on the outskirts of town, its warm glow beckoning you inside like a beacon of safety in the darkness. You pushed open the door and stepped inside, gesturing for Jack to follow you into the cozy interior.

"Make yourself at home," you said, a hint of nervousness creeping into your voice as you watched Jack take in his surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and awe.

Jack nodded appreciatively, his eyes lingering on the comfortable furnishings and the flickering fire in the hearth. "Nice place you got here, darlin'," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Real cozy-like."

You smiled, a sense of pride swelling in your chest at his compliment. "Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. "It ain't much, but it's home."

As Jack began to strip off his coat and weapons, you turned away to give him some privacy, busying yourself with fetching a pitcher of cold water from the kitchen. By the time you returned, Jack had discarded most of his outer layers, leaving him in just his pants and undershirt, his muscles rippling beneath the fabric as he stretched and flexed.

You couldn't help but admire the sight, the warmth pooling in your cheeks as you handed him a glass of water and settled down on the carpet beside him. "Here you go," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart raced at his proximity.

Jack accepted the glass with a grateful nod, taking a long sip before setting it aside and turning to face you, his expression serious. "Listen, darlin'," he said, his voice low and intense. "There's somethin' I gotta tell ya."

You frowned, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach as you met his gaze. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours for a flicker of understanding. "My boss," he began, his voice faltering slightly as he struggled to find the right words. "He... he sent me to capture you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone. "Capture me?" you echoed, your voice trembling with disbelief. "But why?"

Jack shrugged helplessly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he struggled to meet your eyes. "I reckon he's got his reasons," he said, his voice heavy with guilt. "But I just couldn't do it, darlin'. Couldn't bring myself to hurt someone like you."

You reached out and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Well, I reckon that makes two of us," you said, your voice tinged with humor. "Guess we're both in a bit of a pickle now, ain't we?"

Jack chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he met your gaze with a grateful smile. "I reckon so," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "But I gotta admit, darlin'. I'm mighty glad to be stuck in this pickle with you."

You laughed, the sound light and carefree despite the weight of the situation hanging over you. "Well, ain't that just the sweetest thing I ever did hear," you teased, giving him a playful nudge with your elbow. "Now come on, Jack. We gotta figure out a way to get you outta this mess without gettin' yourself in even more trouble."

Jack nodded, his expression serious as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "I reckon you're right, darlin'," he said, his voice low and determined. "But for now, let's just enjoy the moment, shall we? Who knows when we'll get another chance to sit back and relax like this."

And with that, you settled back against the soft carpet, the warmth of the fire and the sound of Jack's laughter filling the room as you lost yourself in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

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The night air was heavy with silence as you lay in bed, the events of the evening swirling around in your mind like a whirlwind of uncertainty. You tossed and turned restlessly, unable to shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your insides.

Just when you thought sleep would never come, you heard the faint sound of movement from the other room. Your heart skipped a beat as you sat up in bed, straining your ears to listen for any sign of danger.

"Jack?" you called out softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Is everything alright?"

There was a moment of silence, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as Jack made his way into the bedroom. You watched in confusion as he crept across the room, his movements hesitant and uncertain.

You furrowed your brow in concern as he approached, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the oil lamp. "Jack, what's going on?" you asked, your voice tinged with worry.

Jack hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering nervously as he met yours. "I... I couldn't sleep," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And... well, I was hopin' maybe you could help me with that."

You frowned, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place as you realized what he was asking. "You want to... sleep with me?" you asked, your voice tinged with surprise.

Jack nodded, his eyes searching yours for any sign of rejection. "I know it's probably askin' too much," he said, his voice filled with uncertainty. "But... I just can't shake this feelin', darlin'. Like bein' near you is the only thing that's gonna make everything alright."

You studied his face for a moment, the sincerity in his eyes shining through the darkness like a beacon of hope. And then, without a word, you swung your legs out of bed and stood up, offering him a small smile as you took his hand in yours.

"Alright, Jack," you said, your voice soft and reassuring. "But just this once, okay? I don't want you gettin' any ideas about makin' a habit out of this."

Jack chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he pulled you into his arms. "Don't worry, darlin'," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "I ain't tryin' to sweet talk you or nothin'. I just... I just wanna be with you tonight, that's all."

As your lips met in a tender, hesitant kiss, a wave of heat surged through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body. Jack's lips were warm and soft against yours, a stark contrast to the roughness of his stubbled jaw. You melted into his embrace, feeling the weight of the world slip away as your tongues danced together in a slow, sensual rhythm.

With a gentle push, Jack guided you back onto the bed, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he sought to remove the barriers between you. His touch was firm yet gentle, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with a reverence that left you breathless with anticipation.

As your clothes fell away, discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Jack's body—the rugged contours of his muscles, the scars that criss crossed his skin like a roadmap of his adventures. He was a vision of raw masculinity, his strength and vitality radiating from every pore.

With a low growl of desire, Jack lowered himself down beside you, his lips trailing a path of fire along your skin as he pressed kisses to your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. You arched into his touch, your body humming with pleasure as he worshipped you with his mouth and hands.

And then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, Jack eased you back onto the bed, spreading your legs with gentle hands as he prepared to take you to heights of ecstasy you had only dreamed of. You trembled beneath him, a mixture of nerves and desire coursing through your veins as he began to prepare you with slow, careful strokes of his fingers.

"It's alright, darlin'," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the storm of sensations that threatened to overwhelm you. "I'm right here with you, every step of the way. Just relax and let me take care of you."

You nodded, your eyes locked with his as he continued to work his magic, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each gentle caress, you felt yourself opening up to him, surrendering to the primal urge that pulsed between you like a living, breathing thing.

And then, when you thought you couldn't take another moment of anticipation, Jack pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his body moving in perfect harmony with yours as you finally became one. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a union of two souls bound together by the irresistible pull of desire.

As Jack slicked his cock up, the anticipation crackled in the air, a palpable energy that seemed to electrify every nerve in your body. You watched with bated breath as he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locking with yours in a silent exchange of desire and longing.

"You ready, darlin'?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you braced yourself for the inevitable onslaught of sensation. "Yes, Jack," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I'm ready."

With a low growl of anticipation, Jack slowly began to enter you, his cock stretching you in the most deliciously agonising way. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity as he filled you inch by inch, his movements slow and deliberate as he savoured every moment of your union.

Jack cursed under his breath, his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as he buried himself deep inside. "Damn, you feel so good, darlin'," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "So tight and wet for me."

You whimpered in response, the pleasure coursing through your veins like wildfire as Jack began to move, his thrusts slow and steady as he rocked against you with a delicious rhythm.

Jack's moans echoed in the darkness, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room with the sweetest music you had ever heard. You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.

And then, with a final, desperate thrust, Jack buried himself deep inside you, his body trembling with release as he spilled his seed deep within your core. You cried out in ecstasy, your own climax crashing over you like a tidal wave as you surrendered.

You lay tangled together in the aftermath, your bodies slick with sweat and trembling with exhaustion as you basked in the warm afterglow of your lovemaking.

You’d have to keep him around.

#jack sikora angst #jack sikora fanfic #jack sikora x reader #jack sikora smut #david bowie x reader #david bowie fanfic #david bowie smut #poopdiddyscoopwrites

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u can't take barbatos who's actually kinda possessive in his song and turn it into this weird slower song. no. that is not barbatos' heart........

(he is still v polite in his solo and still speaks formally but like. c'mon barb. you ain't foolin nobody)

like look at this shit

i am so normal about him. by the way. did you know

#screams into the void #they like mussed the entire point of the song while making that . what the fuck #asks

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sparkedblaze · 11 months

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My favorite 92sies things 2: Electric Boogaloo

Part 1

Same T/W: violence, cursing, etc

Sarah stop hiding behind that curtain it's see through and also ur gay

Jack fighting the socks

"I'm just not used to whether I stay or whether I go matter to nobody." He says, with an army of children marching at his heels because he wanted to start a strike

"Got no legal cause" "Legal cause!" *point*

"The a l i a s o f J a a c k K e l l l y"

Pulitzer totally not blackmailing the mayor into doing what he wants

Flapflapflapflapflap

CCKCK Hurst

Spot being a hype man for no reason

"My pAl David"

"Whatarewespostadotothabumskissem"

"They're gonna be playin' with my hands alright"

"Nobodyain'tgonlistentousunlesswemakem!"

"TELLEM JACK!"

"I say that what you say is what I say"

Blink hanging off the balcony like a heathen

"Hello newsies! What's new!" *assorted simp noises*

HIGH TIMES HARD TIMES IDK HOW PEOPLE DON'T LOVE THIS SONG IT'S A FUCKING BANGER

Every single newsie sticking their chest out when they sing 'and I stick out my chest!'

Blink and Racer dancing with Medda

Jack dancing with Medda

Snitch's continuity errors

"That's Snider, as in 'snide'? Smile sir"

*Pulls Jack in by his jacket* IT'S SNYDER

"HE'S JUST A CHILD CAN'T YOU SEE THAT RACET R A C K"

David picking up the swing and then several newsies coming up to protect him bc they think of him as a friend now

"JACK you alright?!"

ALL OF THEM PROTECTING JACK WITH EVERYTHING THEY HAVE BC THEY KNOW THAT IF HE'S ARRESTED THE STRIKE COULD VERY WELL END BC THEY AREN'T SURE PEOPLE WILL CONTINUE WITHOUT HIM

KID BLINK TACKLING A FUCKING COP

ACAB BABYYY

Davey fighting to try and help Jack

"On the grounds of Brooklyn, your Honor."

Everyone dying laughing at that

Racer's 'old man trying to read a fast food menu look'

"We ain't got five bucks We don't even got five cents"

"How bout I roll ya for it? Double or nothin'?"

Dying laughing again

"HEY COWBOY NICE SHINA" ckckckckcckl

David's look when Denton tells Jack that the papers didn't print the story

David's utter disappointment when he finds out the truth about Jack and his family

"Remember Snyder? Remember me and Teddy Roosevelt and the carriage? Remember Roosevelt and the carriage?!"

"So ordered" "NO"

"Whaddya mean it never happened you were there?!"

Denton looking crushed when David finds out he's being transferred

Les stuffing his face, not giving a single fuck about what Denton is talking about. This kid has 0 chill and I love him

David crumbling the story before Denton's even gone

Les: *sees David throw a paper on the table* Les: Perfect I needed something to wrap my mf sandwich in

No one noticing the very visible David riding on the back of the carriage

"Sometimes I read 'em"

"I tell this city how to vote" *thinks to livesies 'And guess what he got elected.'* U sure bout that buddy?

Poke Pokepokepoke

"I must have you scared pretty bad old man."

The guy who gets thrown from the carriage

The very intimate moment they have when Jack presses David against the wall

"You don't know nothin' about jail"

"Guess what I done to his sauerkraut"

Stop the World! No more papes!

That redhead who I always think of as Albert

"Hey-heyhey Race C'mere Tell me I'm just seein' things Just tell me I'm seein' things-"

Every. Single. Reaction. To. Jack. Scabbing.

Blink's anger. Mush's desperation. Race's indignation.

SPOT'S ANGER. HAVING TO LITERALLY BE PULLED AWAY BECAUSE HE PUT HIMSELF AND HIS BOYS ON THE LINE FOR HIM AND HE FUCKING SCABBED.

"YOU'RE A LIAR." and the entire following statement

David Moscow's curls He's such a cutie

"WE DON'T NEED YOU"

DAVID ALMOST GETTING VIOLENT FOR THE FIRST TIME, BUT IT'S ONLY AFTER HE LOOKS AT THE OTHERS. HE'S TRYING TO GET VIOLENT ON THEIR BEHALF. BECAUSE THEY CAN'T DO IT THEMSELVES. IT'S TERRIFYING AND I LOVE IT

"Seize the day huh Jack?!" "He's foolin' em!" the desperation in Les's voice to believe this breaks my heart every time 😭

David: *climbs through window* David: *slams it closed* David: *walks in front of open window*

YOU'RE GAY AND DRAMATIC WE GET IT DAVID

"Are you gonna be requiring anything else this evening? No? Ah... tsk tsk."

"We're gonna go fix your pal Davey Fix him so he can't walk" *Morris disappointed head shakes* "Shut up"

Les swordfighting behind Sarah without a care in the world

Les taking roughly eight years to realize what's happening with Sarah

SARAH PUNCHING MORRIS

David throwing his hat off before trying to beat up the Delanceys

Morris's dumb little laugh😭

"Remember Crutchy?" *bonk*

"I can't be somethin' I ain't" "A scab?" "No, smart"

At least he knows

"I don't write anything I don't mean."

"But our man Denton-" "But I think our man Denton. Has something more important to do. I mean, he's gonna be an ace war correspondent. Right Denton?"

THE SASS

I LOVE DAVID JACOBS

WHOEVER DECIDED TO LEAVE LES ALONE WITH THE CAMERA WITHOUT SUPERVISION

Denton teaching David how to typeset

Once and For All

The entire thing

Can anyone explain to me how the printing press works?

Mush coming to the window twice. My mans is dedicated.

"Awfully nice of Mr. Pulitzer to let us use his press"

Boots throwing the papers from the roof into a square with like four kids

THERE'S MY LIL RAT BOY AGAIN HIIIII

"Hey kid. Can you read?"

The newsies (Skittery, Pie Eater, and someone else) taking their hats off when a lady opens the door

DIS-GRACE-FUL DENTY (read: Roosevelt and Denton have absolutely.... *clears throat* and that's his nickname for him)

"C'mon Jack" "Have hope Jack"

"When the circulation bell starts ringin', will we hear it?" "Nah"

Max Casella

Pap (this time with hat)

"B R O O K L Y N"

We aynt slavs

Not-Albert standing on the statue

Jack carrying Les on his shoulders

Bumlets carrying Boots on theirs

"It's like the end of the world- OhdearIdidn'tsaythat"

"Extrey extrey Joe Read all about it"

"Whatdoesthatmakeyou?"

"The walkin mouth" David: 😒

*Jack opens windows* Pulitzer: lalalalalalalala I can't hear you

DAVID MOSCOW'S EYES

"Well, we only used the best, Joe."

"We beat 'em" "We beat 'em!!"

Gio and Skittery spit-shaking

Skittery: Hiya Weas 😜

The newsies death glaring Denton when he tries to stop them from hiding Jack

"Make friends with the rats Share whatcha got in common" ^^

WHY DOES ROOSEVELT LOOK LIKE AN ANIMATRONIC?!

Race looks like he calls Roosevelt daddy and I can't stop seeing it someone help

Everyone pretending to be okay with Jack leaving, further proving that the newsies are not okay emotionally

The Jacobs crying

Blush leaning against the streetlight together

Them using the same sound byte of the little redhead from the beginning while David is buying his papes

"Attaboy Davey"

Jack's return

"HE'S BACK!"

Jack putting his hat on Les

"How's the headline today?" "Headlines don't sell papes, newsies sell papes"

David's first spit-shake

Our little boy is all grown up

#the group hug #“GO BACK TO BROOKLYN”#Gio going to click his heels and then falling #A true Jeremy Jordan predecessor #newsies #92sies #I was so close to fitting everything #my favorite things about newsies #my favorite 92sies things

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"sugar to M from rotflight for being sOoOoO sWeEt OmG"

Bitch, that's you writing about yourself, you ain't foolin' nobody.

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nigmos · 1 year

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people have absolutely no respect for the memorialization of black victims.

Emmett Till's memorial is still shot up and spat on by antiblack bastards. slogans and chants created by black people to memorialize black people whose lives were cut short by anti-black violence are consistently co-opted as if that context doesn't matter and should not be respected whatsoever.

just demonic vibes all around and these losers will try to convince you that they're a radical leftist devoted to solidarity.

ain't foolin nobody. they just read books and know what sounds good to say and are hyped up by their followers who don't read and can't form their own opinions

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elapsed-spiral · 10 months

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A bit on the nose but I also listened to Power Out while writing chapter three of Very Poor, Becoming Good:

You ain't foolin' nobody - with the lights out! And the power's out in the heart of man, take it from your heart put it in your hand. And there's something wrong in the heart of man, You take it from your heart and put it in your hand! Where'd you go?!

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crybaby-writings · 2 years

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i made a whole ass dinner, and ain't nobody here to eat it besides me 🧍where the fuck is my family at? it's 8:30pm- dinner time has come and went, and y'all are out foolin around?

get your asses home and eat this fucking roast i made before i flip shit on each and every one of you. i can't even eat solid food most of the time, i made this shit for y'all and you're where? 🤨

about to make me loose what religion i got left, i swear. 🙄

#°°° ash rants #im about to say fuck it and eat a few crescent rolls and go to sleep #they'll put away the food when they get back

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kirbys-jams · 27 days

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Songs That I Say Would Fix Me if They Were Lesbianized but Would in Fact Make Me at Least One Thousand Times Worse; an incomplete list

Arlene by the Handsome Family

Carmelita by Warren Zevon

Coney Island Baby by Tom Waits

Coquette by The Ink Spots

Dance Little Sister by Sananda Maitreya

Dead Flowers by Townes Van Zandt (I know it's a Stones song originally but Van Zandt's is objectively better)

Downtown Train by Tom Waits

Goodnight Irene (preferably Tom Waits' rendition but I'm so normal about this standard that I'll take anything)

I think I'm Your Man by Leonard Cohen was already lesbianized? But do it again I wasn't looking

Lie To Me by Tom Waits

Nobody's Baby Now by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Old Shoes by Tom Waits

The Unquiet Grave by The Dubliners

To Ramona by Bob Dylan

You Ain't Foolin' Me by Screamin' Jay Hawkins

#returning to what I actually made this blog for originally #being unhinged about music but not the artists. I mean the music.#I want to be romanticle with songs themselves #my point is. gloria: in exelsis deo by patti smith you own my whole ass

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ya9amicide · 9 months

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The End of the World In a Woman’s Hands [Newsies]

chapter ten

♡ newsies masterlist ♡ previous chapter ♡ next chapter ♡

summary: Being a girl in the everyday world is difficult. Being the leader of the Manhattan Newsies and a girl? Even more so. Especially when nobody knows you're a girl and the truth is the closest kept secret you have ever had. For Jack Kelly, keeping the truth of her gender a secret is one she's found easy after doing so for many years. Unfortunately, having close encounters with the iron fist, Pulitzer, and a new Newsie who seems determined to get to know her, that secret might just become the opposite.

pairing: fem!jack kelly x david “davey” jacobs

warnings: none

In Newsies Square the next morning, the Newsies chant at the crowd in the courtyard. “Stop The World–don't scab, stop The World–don't scab!”

David moves among them, looking like a leader now. “Nobody sells a pape today. We're hurtin' them and they know it! Remember: no soakin', no hittin'.”

The gates open and the wagons start out, followed by nervous scabs flanked by cops and goons. The chant builds as the scabs parade by when Spot speaks up. “Look…I'm seein' t'ings…tell me I'm seeing t'ings!”

David and the others look in disbelief. Walking with the scabs is Jack, wearing a sophisticated dress, flanked by Weasel and other goons. As Jack moves past, staring straight ahead, the chant dies.

“What's she doin' with the scabs?” Race cries.

“It ain't happenin'...It can't be happenin'...,” Kid Blink murmurs.

Mush steps forward, pleading with Jack. “Hey, Jack, it's me, Mush, lookit me–look, willya?”

“Where'd she get them clothes?” Boots asks.

Weasel steps up next to Jack, smirking. “Mr. Pulitzer picked 'em out hisself. A special gift to a special new employee. Only not so new, huh, cowboy? Oh, I’m sorry. Cowgirl.”

“She sold us out! Ya dirty scab,” Spot yells. “I'll murder ya!” Spot tries to bust through the goons but they hurl him back.

David, confused and angry, watches Jack. Weasel catches him looking. “You wanna come say somethin’ wise guy? C’mon. Come talk to Jacqueline.”

David steps closer to her, watching her imploringly. “You could’ve escaped. I know you could’ve, so why didn’t you? Talk to me, you liar! What else did he give you to sell us out–money? What else? Look at me!” Jack keeps looking straight ahead. “You lie about everything–headlines, your family, you being a boy…Because nobody counts but you–nobody or nothing! Look at me.”

David tries to grab her but Weasel stops him. “I'm gonna be lookin' for you, wiseguy.” He grins at him. “Or maybe you'd like a nice new suit of your own.”

David twists away, trying to rally the Newsies. “Keep after them, we don't need her!” He tries to keep the chant going but some chant halfheartedly, confused, demoralized. A few toss down their picket signs in disgust. David moves among them, desperately trying to keep the chant going.

The scabs move on, passing Les, who gives Jack a stricken look as he moves away. “She's just foolin' 'em…so she can spy on them or something.” He seems to reassure himself. “That's it. She's spyin' on 'em. She's gotta be.”

That afternoon, the Newsies look sullenly at the door where Kloppman is ushering in two policemen. “She will only be a minute. Please, no trouble.”

A policeman stands aside and Jack enters, in her new, fancy dress. The place descends into utter silence. The police escort her the length of the dorm and Jack goes straight to her hiding place and removes a box. She looks inside and is startled to see a dead rat is inside the box, covered with tiny pieces of the photograph of her family. She also finds all of her money is gone. She tosses the box aside, eyes hardening.

The police escort him back into the main room where a few Newsies snicker as she moves toward her bed. Racetrack stands holding a bundle of Jack's belongings. He shoves it into Jack's chest and does his Delancey routine. “Dear me, what is dat unpleasant aroma?” Jack clenches her fists. “Go on, take a shot. I bust your scab face, ya yellow-livered, rotten stinkin' piecea garbage!”

Jack just looks at him and un-clenches her fists. She moves for the door, as one by one the Newsies turn their backs on her.

In the bottom of the press building, the large presses pound rhythmically. A candle illuminates Weasel's gloating face as he leads Jack down a flight of rickety stairs. “Mr. Pulitzer says nothin' but the best for you, Cowgirl. He takes care of his loyal employees, and he's put me personally in charge of seein' that you stay a loyal employee.”

He opens a door and they enter an old press room. Weasel lights a lantern and Jack sees a wooden bed, an old printing press, and extra junk, all covered with dust.

“You try any tricks, and I go straight to Mr. Pulitzer.” He grins at her menacingly. “Will you be requirin' anything else?” She doesn’t reply. “Then I bid you goodnight.”

He leaves the room and the great presses thunder heavily somewhere in the building above, like a judgment. Jack looks at the bleak room, buried in dust and noise.

The next morning, Jack steps up for her papers alongside the other Scabs. Weasel shows his usual charm. “Sleep well, Cowgirl?” He asks.

Jack ignores him and moves off with her papers. The Delanceys pass by, Morris grinning at her, bouncing a club in his hand, leering at her. “C’mon, Cowgirl. Come wit’ us. We’ll treat ya well.”

“Yeah, come wit' us, Cowgirl,” Oscar chimes in. “We're gonna fix your pal Davey today–fix 'im so's he can't walk no more.”

Jack tenses up, ready to soak him when Weasel catches her eye. “Lift one finger…and you're right back in the Refuge.” Jack stops, torn. She nods meekly and moves off. Weasel looks after her, satisfied.

Down the road, an hour or so later, Jack hears a commotion in a nearby alleyway. She looks over to see the Delancey’s ganging up on David and Les. Oscar has his arms on David when suddenly, from behind, two hands grab the rim of his derby and jerk it down to the bridge of his nose. Blinded, he releases David and staggers around, trying to pry the hat off his eyes. Les looks up to see Jack behind them.

Jack flashes him a grin. Just as Oscar frees himself from the derby, David leaps on him like a fury. Punches fly and the Delanceys beat a quick retreat down the sidewalk, yelling back at her.

“Ya better run, Cowgirl!” Morris yells. “We're tellin' Weasel! You'll be back in the Refuge by supper time!”

“Yeah, run, ya lousy coward, run!” Oscar chimes in.

But they're the ones running. David, catching his breath, looks at Jack, beginning to understand. “Couldn't stay away, huh.”

“Guess I can't be somethin' I ain't.”

“A scab?”

“...Among other things.” Jack shrugs and smiles at him but David looks at her worriedly.

On David’s fire escape, he watches her deep in thought. “Without you, the strike's falling apart.”

“I got no choice,” she tells him like it’s her only option. “I stay here, they lock me up 'til I'm twenty-one.”

Les clambers out with a pair of Mayer's cast-off high-button shoes. “Jack, for the trip. A pair of cowboy boots! Sorta. They’re a bit bit but they’ll do the job.” Mayer and Esther come to the window with a bundle of clothes and some food.

“Who knows what's to eat where you're going?” Esther tells her, handing her the food.

Mayer hands her a pile of clothes. “A few things of mine and David's. Figured you didn’t like dresses too much,” he teases and Jack tries to hide her blush at being given some of David’s clothes. “Wish we had money to give you.”

She looks at them, emotion overflowing in her eyes. “Who needs it? I go down to the train yards, hop me a freight, go in the best style–free.”

Mayer lays a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I don't know what's waiting for you in Santa Fe, but you'll always have family here.” They both embrace her and move back inside, taking Les with them. There’s a brief awkward silence before Jack picks up the bundle to go.

“You're not going to run away,” David says, with conviction in his voice. “They'll just come after you. You have to fight them.”

“They got it all wrapped up, Davey and nothin' I can do is gonna make one bit of difference.”

“You're wrong. You touched people you don't even know about…Me, for example.” Jack scoffs at him, not believing his words. “At the hearing, they said you were arrested for stealing food and clothing. This is why, isn’t it? You stole to feed those boys…I don’t understand. If you were willing to go to jail for those boys, how could you turn your back on them now?”

Jack, having enough, whips her head up to glare at him. “You don’t understand, Davey. It’s not enough. I could steal everyday and still not have enough to keep all them boys healthy.”

“But they’re alive. And they look to you, Jack.”

“They threatened me, Davey,” her voice cracks.

“What?”

“They threatened to keep Crutchie locked up and to put the other boys in there too. They told me they was gonna hurt you, Dave. Take you an’ Les away from your parents…I couldn’t let them do that. I couldn’t.”

“Oh, Jack,” David sighs, taking a step towards her so that they’re practically chest to chest. He wipes a tear from her cheek and gently cups her face in his hands. “When are you going to learn that you’re not alone?”

She looks at him with wide, misty eyes, hands grabbing hold of his wrists. David eventually gives in to his desires and smashes his lips to hers. The kiss is all encompassing. It sucks all the breath out of her lungs but she only pulls him closer, begging him to take all of her oxygen if he wants it. She’d give him anything.

They break apart, both panting and resting their foreheads together. “We know the risks,” David says. “We’re with you. I’m with you.”

#𐙚 sfw !#newsies #newsies movie #newsies fanfiction #newsies musical #newsboys #jack kelly #female jack kelly #spot conlon #crutchie morris #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #oscar delancey #morris delancey

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