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My Master list!

I write for a few fandoms, however, I've only actually posted two on here! So, here is a master list of fandoms I will write for!

Newsies

Dandys World

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Squid Game s1/2

Epic The Musical

Percy Jackson

I will absolutely take suggestions for any other fandoms I should write for!

Also, my personal rules about requesting

#newsies #dandy's world #squid game #squid game 2 #jujutsu kaisen #demon slayer

Day 2 of asking to see the Long Live the Black Parade tour

#mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical mikey #my chemical frank #my chemical gerard #my chemical ray #my chemical fucking romance

Gonna do this now,

Day 1 of asking to go see Long Live the Black Parade

#mcr #my chemical romance #my chemical fucking romance #my chemical gerard #my chemical frank #my chemical mikey #my chemical ray

enora-elk-kirkton

Mikey looks like he's mid rapture

#mikey is ascending #i love this so much #mcr mikey way #my chemical romance #mikey fucking way

Id tell you that you can stab me and rip my guts out on stage but you aren't nerdy enough to get it :/

#mcr #draag #lltbp tour #gerard way

atx-is-forever

guys, can we just coexist fr? Like, did I get into Destroya for the moans and thing that bit is funny and awesome? yeah. Do I also appreciate the immaculate depth of the song from it's tasteful metaphors to the sheer desperation of it all? Hell yes.

#“the fagulous killjoys”#im crying lmfao #this is so real tho #danger days #destroya

the-ria

I'm once imagining non-existing media, what i would give to see an animated show about these four and their high school antics

#illi mcmillin my beloved #mcr #i'm not okay #my chemical romance

~III - HARD KNUCKLES, COLD CONCRETE~

This one is a bit shorter because I'm exhausted, but I think its good!

⚠TRIGGER WARNING!!!⚠

FIGHT MENTIONED! MINOR BLOOD AND GORE!

KEY: [LYRICS] {Setting/character POV change} HEADLINE

{With Jack}

Jack was starting to get stressed. No day has ever been this peaceful as a newsie. Something big has to be happening soon. A fight, a war, a new strike from other workers, Jack would never know. He wondered if anyone else was stressed like this.

Jack walks back to the Lodging House to drop off his earnings at his ‘Penthouse.’ He planned on going for a walk to clear his head before the meeting with him and ‘team Santa Fe.’

He makes his trip quick, in and out. Then he’s walking around again.

Jack sees the Brooklyn Bridge, deciding to stop by and visit Spot, maybe even get his opinion on this sudden peace.

On his way, he spots two dreadfully familiar figures walking towards him. One with a belt around his knuckles, the other rolling up his sleeves. Oscar and Morris Delancey.

“Well would you look at this,” Morris sneered. “The heroic Jack Kelly who led a strike. I wonder if those kids who listened to him know who he really is.”

Jack froze. Of course they knew. But Jack had been for good reasons, for actually fighting for others.

Oscar snickered, sounding something like a mocking hyena. “Of course not! They wouldn’t have listened to a documented, escaped convict.”

“My record is clean. Pulitzer had it cleared completely after the strike.” Jack hissed, his fists balling up at his sides.

“Oh sure sure! Just like how you had to clean the blood of your friends off the Distribution Window.” Morris taunted.

Jack lunged forward, swinging a punch. Hard and fast. Morris stumbled back, clutching his nose.

“My nose! You filthy criminal!” Morris screeched.

Oscar charged at Jack. Jack countered, kicking Oscar in the shin. Oscar collapses, holding his leg.

“You know nothing about me! I did everything for those kids!” Jack argued, already in a fighting stance.

“That is literally the most idiotic excuse I’ve ever heard!” Oscar sneered, catching Jack off guard with an uppercut.

The punch lands hard. Jack hisses in pain, stumbling back.

Morris stands again, wiping his nose. He sneers at the blood on his hand, launching himself at Jack again, his breathing ragged and uneven. He caught Jack by the hair - his newsboy cap having fallen off when Oscar punched him.

Jack stumbles back, being pulled down by Morris. Oscar punches Jack again, his fist connecting with Jack’s nose.

“Hey!” A voice barks out. “Nobody messes with Kelly besides me!”

The figure comes into view. Spot Conlon and Race. They had rushed over, having heard the yelling and commotion.

Spot launches a stone at Morris with his slingshot. It hits the back of Morris’ head, causing him to whirl around angrily. This gives Jack just enough time to stand back up and regain his balance.

Oscar and Morris run off, clearly intimidated by Spot - despite his very short stature.

Spot and Race help Jack up, and Race wipes the blood from Jack’s face.

“What happened this time?” Spot questioned, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“They brought up my past. Try’na rub salt into healing wounds, or however you say it. Pissed me off.” Jack grumbles, leaning on Race.

Race whistles lowly. Thats petty. Even for them.”

Spot nods. “Yeah. But nobody goes beating on Jack. Not so close to my turf anyway. Lets get ya back to ya boys.”

Jack nods, letting the two help him back to the Lodging House. His ears ring painfully, and he’s pretty sure his nose is broken. His jaw aches like hell, and the world seems to spin around him with each step.

{With Katherine, Davey, Les, and Crutchie}

The crew heads into Jacobi’s, getting more and more worried by the second. Jack is never late for things. Especially not when his friends are involved.

Katherine hurries through the door, having gone looking for Jack. Shortly after, Spot and Race come in, with a beat up Jack. His jaw was already bruising, and his nose was probably broken.

“Jack! What happened to you?!” Davey rushed over, quickly assessing his friend’s face.

“Those damned Delancey’s… Someone oughta teach them a lesson one of these days.” Jack grumbles.

Les comes over with an ice pack he had gotten from Jacobi. “Are you going to be okay?”

Jack nodded, then winced at the motion. He was also certain he pulled something in his neck with the way Morris pulled his head back.

“Yeah, kiddo. Don't you worry about me.” Jack forced a smile.

“No. You're faking a smile.”

“I regret teaching you to read people..”

The others chuckle at Les and Jack’s interaction, taking some edge off of the day.

Davey shakes his head. “I knew today was going too well.. We never should have split up.”

Jack grins sheepishly. “We all sold out though, didn’t we?”

This earns a collective groan from the group.

“Jack, you need to start caring about yourself more. It’s not just bad for you, it worries us sick.” Katherine reasons, trying to keep peace.

Jack rubs the back of his neck. “I’ll try..”

“Good.” Crutchie adds, smiling.

“We should all get some rest. Especially you, Jack.” Davey explains, yawning softly.

Everyone agrees, being exhausted and way too stressed to stay up any later.

~END CHAPTER III~

#newsies #livesies #newsies broadway #newsies live #davey newsies #spot conlon #race higgins #jack kelly #oscar delancey #morris delancey

NEWSIES NEWSIES ITS NEWSIES AGAIN!!!

That feeling when after almost a year of leaving a WIP completely untouched then deciding to crank out two beautiful stunning chapters in the span of 24 hours. My head hurts tho :/

#newsies #livesies #newsies broadway #newsies live #davey newsies #albert dasilva #spot conlon #newsies fanfic

~II - Soakin Every Sucker That We Can~

(possibly maybe ever so slightly just a little bit of Javey?? (Davey is stressing about his kids))

Everyone woke up earlier that morning.

Crutchie and Jack got ready and were in the circulation gate first, where half an hour Davey showed up with Les, and Katherine met them shortly after.

They all went over the plan - They would each sell 100 newspapers a day, with Katherine still writing and earning her money, they would recount at the end of the week. They were all super confident, truly believing this dream will come true, unlike at first, when Jack just presented it as a crazy dream. They were working this time, and they were working hard. Though, the Delanceys still got in their way every now and then.

[HERES THE HEADLINE: NEWSIES ON A MISSION! KILL THE COMPETITION! SELL THE NEXT EDITION!]

Jack, Crutchie, Davey, and Les split up today, deciding to cover more ground. Jack was closer to the Brooklyn Bridge, Davey and Les a bit closer to their neighborhood, and Crutchie stood a bit closer to the Lodging House to not strain himself.

{With Jack}

The sun seemed to beat down on Jack. He was definitely sweating bad, but he worked through it. Folks in carriages drove by, buying from the famous strike leader, who they called Mr. Kelly. Oh how he hated that. Jack never liked formalities, especially with customers, or people he barely knew. But whatever, these were rich folks, and Jack knew better than to correct them.

One lady and her son, about ten, stop to chat. He tells them about his plans for Santa Fe, as they were regulars. Mrs. Jamie and her son, Elijah. Mrs. Jamie smiles, pulling out a five dollar bill from her wallet.

“Its not much, but I certainly hope it helps! Enjoy Santa Fe, Jack.” Mrs. Jamie smiles softly, handing the bill to Jack - who tries refusing at first - then eventually gives up, as there is no convincing this stubborn mother otherwise.

Jack smiles gratefully, taking the money with two hands.

“It means the world, Mrs. Jamie.” He says, tucking the money in his pocket.

Mrs. Jamie laughs.

“Please, Jack, just call me Sally!” She says, handing the newspaper she bought to her son.

“Mamma, I want to be like Jack when I’m older!” Elijah grins, showing off his missing teeth.

“Aw, kid. Maybe one day when you're a bit older. Wouldn’t want anything happenin’ to ya.” Jack says gently.

“Okay! I’ll work really hard and get super strong!” Elijah exclaims.

“Elijah sweety, we have to head home. Sorry about him, Jack. He looks up to you like an older brother.” Sally apologizes, smiling.

“Ah, don't worry none! Again, thank ya tons for the extra money. It means the world.” Jack grins, adjusting his newsboy cap.

“Alright then, Jack. We’ll see you around then. Good luck with Santa Fe.” Sally says, starting to walk.

“Bye, Mrs. Jamie!” Jack calls, preparing to sell to the next customer.

Race appears, acting like a lady.

“Oh darling! I’ll take a paper” He says, joking around with Jack.

“Quit it, Racer!” Jack laughs, though there’s no real bite in his voice.

Race laughs, chewing on his cigar.

“Ill be at the Sheepshead if ya need anythin’. Have fun sellin, Jack!” Race grins, waving as he walks back over the Brooklyn Bridge.

Jack smiles, waving back, then returning to selling again.

{With Katherine}

[WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW SO THEY SAY, ALL I KNOW IS I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE OR THE RIGHT WAY TO WRITE IT!]

This was so much easier when she was writing for the strike.

Jack motivated her for that, it's that kind of thing where you're writing like you're running out of time.

Anyways.

Same old boring headlines…

Trolley strike, injuries, flights, wars. It gets boring after a while.

But wait! This week will be interesting.

Jack had recently gotten interviewed about the strike, and was promised the front page in The Sun! Kind of familiar.. Like the strike he led almost a year ago…

“Focus!” Katherine scolded herself, trying to focus on her work.

STRIKE AND UNION LEADER JACK KELLY TALKS ABOUT THE STRIKE: WHY AND HOW IT HAPPENED.

Katherine liked it. She always wrote true, what happened. But hyperboles, metaphors, and similes are her best friends when it comes to this stuff. Just think, the whole ‘NEWSIES STOP THE WORLD’ thing from the strike? Genius!

Katherine typed for what felt like hours. Which was about three hours. She couldn’t help but wonder how the boys were doing. Today was particularly hot, so probably sweating. She felt bad. She was in a nice cool office in her dad’s building, and they had to suffer like this. At the same time, they're all probably used to it.. But she still feels bad nonetheless.

She thought about Jack. She worried about him a lot, especially with the Delancey’s. They still don’t like him, and probably never would, and that definitely didn’t ease her nerves. But she kept writing, praying for his, and the others’ safety today.

{With Davey and Les}

The two boys walk along the streets, selling to whoever will buy. So far, Les sold 47 papes, and Davey sold 39. Today was actually flowing pretty peacefully. Too peacefully. They’re used to seeing at least some sort of scuffle on the streets. Or maybe in an alley. Sometimes even just two horses who don’t like each other. But nothing was happening, which put Davey on edge. Les was none the wiser, trying to sell out quickly, smiling widely.

“Les, don’t wander too far. Just make sure I can see you, okay” Davey said, a hint of worry in his tone.

“Okay! So if everyone sells out this week, how much longer until Santa Fe?” Les asks innocently, not catching onto how alert his brother is.

“Well.. Everything combined, including Katherine’s paycheck.. Should total at $19.68. Which, taking that away from 179.3, would be 159.62. So we'd only have to make $159.62 dollars. And we’d have enough in about 8 months and 11 days.” Davey answers, calculating everything.

“Yay! I’m super excited!!” Les exclaimed, bouncing on his heels.

[GO AND LOOK IT UP THE POOR GUYS HEAD IS SPINNING!]

The two brothers continued to work, but Davey’s thoughts drifted to Jack. As far as he knew, Jack never sold alone. So the fact he all the sudden decided to split up, made Davey’s nerves go absolute haywire. For crying out loud, this was the man who taught him and his little brother how to fend for themselves, to stand up for what’s right. Davey couldn’t imagine how heartbroken him and Les would be if something bad happened to Jack.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Les called, gaining his brother’s attention.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. I'm fine, just a bit stressed out from all the hard work.” Davey replied, brushing off his brother's concern.

[COURAGE CANNOT ERASE OUR FEAR. COURAGE IS WHERE WE FACE OUR FEAR]

Davey also worried about Crutchie. Albeit, he’s close to the Lodging House with Albert, Mush, and the twins, Mike and Ike. But still. Davey was shaken up about what happened during the first act of the strike, with the Refuge and everything. But things seemed to be better. Right? He hopes so.

“Ah, okay then! Maybe mom can make some tea when we get home!” Les spoke quickly.

Les is young, but he isn’t stupid. Jack taught him valuable lessons on the streets, one of them being how to read people. Well. One look at Davey, and Les knows it's not because of work that he’s stressed. Stress and worry are two different things, but presented similarly. You can tell the difference if you look close enough, and that's what Jack taught Les to do. Les learned to read expressions, notice tone changes, facial reactions, and even the slightest furrow of the brows.

He wouldn’t lie. Les doesn’t like to lie. It stresses him out seeing his brother worry so much about their friends. Les is worried too. A lot. He remembered seeing Crutchie during the strike, the way he was caught by Snyder, beat with his own crutch, and locked up. Les noticed the way Crutchie still flinches when people raise their voice at him. Les noticed the way Crutchie backed away whenever fights broke out in Newsie Square. Les especially noticed the way Crutchie avoids the Delancey’s like the plague. This was something not a lot of the others picked up on, or just ignored - played it off as healing, but it’s necessary to see these things. Jack said because rich people try to trick you. Les saw that sometimes too. The younger, naive newsies from other boroughs without someone like Jack. Some stuffy rich man will offer them a contract, promising money. The kids sign without even reading, then they’re never seen again.

Les took a deep breath, deciding to just focus on selling with his big brother, trying not to dwell on the situation too much. Les didn’t want to worry Davey.

{With Crutchie (AND ALBERT, MUSH, MIKE AND IKE)}

Crutchie was thinking. It had been almost a year since the strike was over, and the price was lowered! That should be a good thing for him.

But no.

It didn’t stop the nightmares of the Refuge. The night he was taken. The things that were done to him. He hated feeling like this. Constantly guilty because he was the only striking kid caught all because of his bum leg.

Crutchie always caught the way Les looked at him with every flinch, slightly changed expression, or when he got quiet. Honestly, the kid scared him. Crutchie knew that Les was reading him, a skill taught very well by Jack. But he still hated it. Jack knew to turn off this quality around him, having been by Crutchie’s side for, well forever. But Les was straight up terrifying. In a good and bad way. The kid also has crazy ears.

Crutchie remembered this one time that Les heard Oscar and Morris talking about the strike. He saw how Les paid no mind. Until the brothers' tones changed slightly, and their facial expressions shifted. Les turned to them, making eye contact. Oscar nudged his brother, trying to shut Morris up.

[ON THE ROOFTOP YOU SAID THAT A FAMILY LOOKS OUT FOR EACHOTHER.]

“Crutch, you alright?” Albert nudged his friend’s shoulder, sounding concerned.

Crutchie nodded. “Yeah. Just thinking about the strike. Les has gotten scarier ever since.”

Albert raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

“How so?” Mike started. “You’ve noticed too?” Ike chimed in.

“Yeah. The kid is crazy good at reading people now. I mean just the other day, he caught Race in a lie. Only Jack has done that before.” Crutchie says, selling to a young woman.

Mush nodded. “Definitley. And he didn’t even directly call out Race, kid just stared at him until he scared Race into confessing he lied.”

“Ah, I see.” Mike nods thoughtfully, as if finally solving a puzzle.

“But don't worry, Crutch. We’ll protect ya from Les.” Albert joked, causing the group to laugh.

[SO WOULD YOU TELL ALL THE FELLA’S FOR ME, TO PROTECT ONE ANOTHER]

“But seriously, man. We’ve always got your back. Whoever dares to hurt you, has to go through us. And all the other newsies too.” Mush smiled, putting a hand on Crutchie's shoulder.

Crutchie smiles. “Thanks. It means the world, Al.”

Mike grinned “And we’ll soak them Delancey's if need be!”

The group laughed again, walking along while selling, occasionally chatting.

~END CHAPTER II~

#newsies broadway #newsies live #livesies #newsies #davey newsies #albert dasilva #spot conlon #this again #newsies fanfic #possibly a tiny little bit of Javey????