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Highschool Fic update

No I haven’t started writing, I am currently writing an outline of what i want to happen but here are the ships I have planned. Also unless they are a musical only character I will be using the 1992 versions of the characters so if you haven’t seen that version you should.

Jack and David, but it’s like kinda slow burn

Jack and Kathrine, but by the start of the story they have broken up but stayed friends

Blink and Mush, obviously

Jack and Sarah, they did date prior to the story but non of Sarah’s family or the Newsies knew they were dating or that they knew each other, you’ll see how that works later

Sarah and Kathrine, we love the newsbians

Racetrack and Spot, again using the 92 versions only bc I’m a sucker for a good ‘92sies Sprace story (sorry Spralbert and Ralbert shippers)

Bumlets, Swifty, and Skittery, BUMSWIFTERY FOR LIFE

Snitch and Itey, there is no freaking way they aren’t dating they literally share a bed

Tommy Boy and Finch, don’t ask me why it’s just one of my favorites

Specs and Dutchy, yes 92 Specs this ship is so random but I love it so much

Elmer and Buttons, I LOVE THESE TWO AHH

Jojo and Mike, can’t have a story without these two

Sniper, Smalls, Hotshot, but all girls because we NEED girl power

Graves and York, gotta have some Brooklyn Newsies ofc

These are all I can think of at the moment if you have anymore that you want to see or that I forgot please comment them

guys i’m writing a newsies highschool au where david and jack meet through david having to tutor jack in english at the beginning of the second semester

would david jacobs smoke

(pot or cigarettes you decide)

based on @loiteringandlurking ‘s post :)

his post; “hs au javey where Davey (in a fit of frustration and sensory nightmares) takes off his shirt in the changing room during phys ed (…) cue jack stepping into the room right as davey's shirt comes off and immediately turning the other direction because oh my god is it disrespectful he's so fine fuck am I meant to look is it okay to look does he have abs????

and davey's like 'hey .... jack .....'

and jacks like 'IMSOSORRYWAITNOIDIDNYMEANIJUSTTHOUGHT' and Davey has to physically take a step back (…)”

Fuckin… gotta get this damn shirt off, the tag is fuckin scratchy and- I need this off Davey let out an annoyed hiss as he scrambled to get his shirt off in the empty locker room.

The PE teacher was yelling at the earlier class to finish their laps, and Davey was plugging his ears as not to overwhelm himself more. Unfortunately, taking off a shirt with your fingers in your ears is a surprisingly difficult task.

Davey finally unplugged his ears for less than a second, basically ripping his shirt off in that time. As he threw the fabric off of him and over his head, he let out a sigh of relief and stretched his spine, reaching towards the ceiling. 

He picked up his shirt off the dirty changing room floor, holding it as though he was scared of it. He looked around, coming down from the overstimulation, and noticed he was still alone. He could still hear the gym teacher yelling at the last class, and he didn’t want to subject himself to the berating he’d surely get for forgetting his PE shirt in the boys locker room.

He sighed and grabbed his phone, clicking “Jack Kelly” in his contacts.

The phone rang twice before his friend picked up, and Davey whispered into the mic; “Hey jack, sorry no time for formalities, can you grab my shirt from the locker room? My lockers D122, the code is 5-41-17, thank you bye!” He spoke quickly, then hung up.

Jack was confused, but complied. He grabbed the mentioned athletic shirt from Davey’s locker, going to the stalls to hand it to him.

“Davey?” He asked. No reply.

He thought he should check the changing room, but didn’t really suspect Davey would be in there.

As he turned the corner of the changing room, his eyes widened at the sight. There Davey sat, shirtless and gnawing at his nails anxiously. Jack didn’t notice the first bit until he was walking towards Davey and pulling his hand away from his lips gently.

“Dave, we talked about this-“ he paused, blushing “uh. Uh, where’s your shirt?” He asked awkwardly.

“Oh, sorry. Can I have it?” Davey asked 

Jack was preoccupied, noting every detail on Davey. He had abs. That was very much something Jack wouldn’t expect from Davey. “Er- yeah, sure.” He was still staring at Daveys abs as he spoke, accidentally dropping the shirt in his stupor.

“Fuck, sorry. Just- Just, you’re like… really built.” He blurted out, picking up the shirt and handing it to Davey.

Davey stood up to pull on the shirt, giving jack a short-lived sight of him. Davey was moderately confused at jacks comment, but laughed it off.

“Mhm- uh, I’m gonna… I have homework, or, uh, bye.” Jack mumbled, flustered from the experience and sprinting out of the room.

Later, in Jacks room “studying”

“He had abs! I’m telling you, he’s just-“ jack let out a pathetic scream as he rambled to his friends, Kathrine and Crutchie.

“We know you’re hopelessly in love. But did you have to stare at him for that long? God, you’re absolutely simping for that man.” Katherine rolled her eyes. Crutchie nodded in agreement.

“I’m not- I’m not whatever that word was! I’m just impressed, is all. He’s not the type’a guy I’d expect to have a fucking 6-pack.” Jack muttered.

“Just get some balls and ask him out already. Who knows, you could be seeing him shirtless in a different setting.” Crutchie said suggestively.

“Asking people out is scary! Especially Davey. He prolly has a girlfriend.” Jack replied defensively.

“No? He’s gay. And single. And what are you? Gay and single. Match made in heaven. Ask him out, ditwad.” Katherine commented.

“Maybe.” Jack said simply.

“Yes.” Crutchie responded.

“Yes.” Katherine added.

“Maybe.” Jack repeated.

“Two months, then we tell him ourselves.” Katherine comprimised

“Four months.” Jack demanded

“Three and you ask him out if we have to tell him for you.” Crutchie butted in.

“Fine.” Jack relented

“Mhm.” Katherine nodded calmly.

(End fic)

Davey keeps him close, flattening himself to Jack's back - he could blame the small bed if he wanted, blame the cold or whatever else, but there's no denying the thrumming in his chest, the determined want of 'keep here, stay here, right here with me'. Jack tenses for a moment, muscles seizing in reflexive panic, and Davey's worried he's wrecked it for a moment before Jack sighs, melts, presses the curve of his back against the sturdy bow of Davey's chest, like a fawn huddling into a shelter, away from the wind and wilderness.

"Spoons..." Jack murmurs, his tone more sleep-drunk than actually drunk now. "Just two li'l spoons..."

"That's right, Jackie," Davey curls his arms around Jack's soft stomach. It's possessive in a way that normally makes him sick, but he has to, has to know that Jack's there, has to let Jack know that he's not going anywhere, and neither is Davey. "You just sleep now, yeah? You go right to sleep, Jackie-love..."

He keeps doing that, murmuring sweet things into Jack's ear, petting along his stomach the way he does to Les when he's sick, the way Jack does to every stray kid who needs a warm touch. He's always doing that, Davey thinks, just on the edge of bitter - giving away all his warmth, letting people seep it out of him. It's kind, so achingly kind, but Davey can't help but wonder how long Jack's been doing that, shivering for the sake of someone else's warmth. Jack Kelly, protector of strays, patron saint of never knowing when to quit.

“Look.” Jack murmurs quietly, pointing at the lights above them. “Big Dipper.”

“No, it isn’t.” Davey says immediately, because he’s a proud know-it-all and must prove it at all times. “It’s just the only constellation you know. You can point to any square-ish set of stars and say it’s the Big Dipper and no one would know the difference.”

Jack scoffs indignantly and jabs him with his fork, sticky with marshmallow fluff.

“You find it, then!”

Davey grabs Jack’s hand and points it to the left.

“There.”

“Really?”

“No.”

Jack looks at him for a moment, blinking slowly as the gears click in his drunken brain, as he takes in the tight line of Davey's mouth, the knot in his jaw, the clench of his fists. His smile quivers, crumples like wet paper, and his whole body tears itself around a sharp, pained sob.

“Jack?!” Davey blinks, suddenly off-kilter, like he’d been punched in the stomach.. “What’s wrong, what happened-?”

“I got nothin’, Dave,” Jack laughs wetly, his mouth squared in a poor impersonation of a smile, all stretched and wrong. A crayon drawing, a caricature. How long has he been posing? “Got nothin’ at all. Ain’t that funny? All these folks got me, and I got nothin’.”

“Jack-“

“I could be anyone’s.” Jack hiccups. “Anyone at all, y’know? S’long’s they were nice enough. An’ I give all these little bits o’ me every day, and no one-“ He shudders, quivers out a laugh like it’s funny, like this is all some cosmic joke. “No one wants ‘em. No one wants me, Davey…”

“Hey!” Davey lurches forward, his body not knowing anything other than help Jack, hold Jack. He grabs him by the shoulders, supports Jack’s limp body with his own, like a shield, like armour. “That’s not true, you understand? We want you. We want you right where you are.”

Jack shakes his head, curling forward until his brow meets Davey’s collarbone, a feeble prayer. He quakes against him, hiccupping broken laughs, dampening Davey’s shirt with tears.

“No one’s mine…” He whimpers, like he didn’t even hear a word Davey’d said, like they weren’t real at all. “I’m everyone’s, all the time, and no one’s mine.”

how they aleep btw

LMAOO can u imagine they both break down laughing and kissing through smiles & happy tears as davey says yes and makes jack promise to keep that box forever ...

This is how Jack proposes to David

the promised davey drawing .... i should draw more ..

*hands u 92sies javid tension n runs away*

rip David Jacobs you would have loved Heather by Conan Gray </3

Davey: Did you use my moisturizer?

Kath/Sarah: Did you turn my boyfriend gay?

Davey: •-• *backs out of room slowly*

Wanted to do an actual Jack drawing today but the voices told me to make this instead

This davey doodle was originally part of a mini Javey comic but I think it’s WAY funnier without context

The gang is going to the beach 💪

Got this idea on vacation and just had to do it

I meant to finish this way sooner but life just decided it fucking hates me. Have any of you ever puked in a bus while listening to the Beatles or is that an original experience?

I know hear me out cakes are a bit of an old trend but this came to me as a vision and I just had to do it

This took way too long and I don’t even like it, kill me please

It may be a bit cringy but it’s currently 2 am and I’m too tired to care

Is there any context? No! Just make one up haha

I totally just made this because I’m a sucker for Jack being head over heels for Davey the second he sees him

@nitttstdsdtoastd asked for Javid and I will deliver 🫡

(I totally made this for myself)

Sarah is another person we can add to the “is annoyed by Jack’s tendencies” pile

The besties of the century Mush and Davey!

Okay so I actually hate this one, but I’m sharing it anyways because we all love Javey

Every time I draw Javey stuff my Brain goes: “AWWWWW MY SHAYLAAASSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH” on loop

The Javey coffee shop AU no one needs

Davey was a Percy Jackson kid. Fight me.

92sies Davey doodles I made last night because I love him and think of him all the time

Did anyone else see Jack and Davey playing footsie on that Statue at the end of „The world will know“ in 92sies or is it just me

You think you can hurt me? I voluntarily read Javey angst in my free time.

And everyone tries to force him to wear his glasses because he actually looks really good with them but he refuses to acknowledge it

Every time Davey doesn’t wear glasses in a modern AU an Angel loses it’s Wings

Do you ever consume romance media and think “wow, this is so Javey coded” or is it just me