#dreamsofsantafe

[brooklynsking]

@dreamsofsantafe liked for a starter.

"Come on just steal it. It'll be like taking crumbs from a bird."

[yourbrxther]

( @dreamsofsantafe liked for a RENT lyric starter )

“No room at the Holiday inn,-” Crutchie paused, his shoulders visibly slumping forward some. “Oh no...And it’s beginning to snow.”

[joyismycenter]

First Day On The Job (Jack Kelly x reader)

A little get well soon present for @dreamsofsantafe This was it, your first job. Your family had been fortunate enough that you hadn't needed to work when you were younger. You had gotten a complete education, and for that, you were very grateful. Now, however, you were 17. Your schooling was finished, and you had decided to make your way in the world. Being smart and resourceful, you snagged a job as a secretary at The Sun. As you make your way up the stairs of the large building, a boy not much older than yourself comes bounding down the stairs. You see each other a second too late and he runs smack into you. "You alright, Miss?" The papers and drawing utensils he had been carrying litter the ground, but the young man attends to you first. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm not really thinkin' straight." He helps you up. You nod a thank you to him, as well as say it. As you bend down to help him pick up his things, you see the many drawings you assume to be his. "These are wonderful!" It's then that you notice the signature at the bottom of each illustration. "Jack Kelly," you read aloud. You've read that name before. "Of course! You led the the newsies strike and the children's crusade last year. I saw your picture in the paper." Jack tries not to blush. "Well now I jus' draw the comics in the papes- not quite as exiting." "You work for The Sun, then? Today's my first day here as a secretary." Jack grins and bows dramatically. "Well then, allow me to be your guide to the ins and out of this whole joint." Suddenly, the bells of a nearby church strike the hour and you were both remember what you had been doing before this conversation. "Hey, I gotta go. But meet me back 'ere after work, alright?" "Alright, ya." You hardly know this boy, and yet the reply flies out of your mouth. A little embarrassed by this, you turn to leave. "Wait!" Jack's voice spins you right back around to face him. "You never told me ya name." "(y/n)" Jack smiles when he hears it. "I'll see you then, (y/n)."

[whatyourheartmakes-blog]

@dreamsofsantafe gets a starter (based loosely on a rent song)

Ella had taken her needlework to the fence that Jack now mended at the request of her father. She sat in the cool grass under the shade of a tree smiling focusing less on the new handkerchief for herself and more on watching him work. The distraction caused her to prick her finger gently. She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth deciding that perhaps it was better to focus solely on one thing. 

“You’re not alone.” She said setting aside the needlework and pulling her knees to her chest as she teased him. “You could, perhaps, engage me in some sort of conversation, you know.”

[thewalkingmouthdavey]

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Jack’s thumb rubbed at the thin line on his shoulder, a nervous tic that he hardly even noticed anymore. The small scar was scarcely visible, but the memory of earning it was clear as day.

“This?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at Davey; he had noticed the small mark while Jack had been painting. “I, uh, I got it a long time ago,” he said vaguely.

Jack wasn´t one to talk about his past, and that included his scars. Davey wasn´t one to ask either, despite his curious nature, mainly because he wanted Jack to trust him enough to eventually tell him all there was to know about him. But with the scar so visibly on display it was hard to keep his curiosity at bay.

He simply nodded though, watching the other boy for a moment. “You don´t have to tell me about it.” He then finally replied. “I won´t ask anymore. I can see it´s bothering you.”

[joycethejoyspirit]

Joyce: I can handle myself just fine on the streets of New York!

Jack: No offence, Joyce, but you can't even curse without giggling.

Joyce: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Joyce: Oh my gosh, I can't believe I just said that.

[luxche]

Suspicion {Jack and Mairead}

Mairead waited until most of the newsies went their separate ways for the evening- some to bed, others off to gamble or whatever it was they did at night- before approaching Jack. “Hey Jack,” she said, waiting to catch his attention and trying to ignore the anticipation she felt curling in her stomach (or was that because she hadn’t had a solid meal in a couple days? Who knew!). “Jack, can we talk somewhere private?”

@dreamsofsantafe

[whatyourheartmakes-blog]

my husband, to the tune of the prince is giving a ball: danelle is coming online. danelle is coming online my husband: hear ye, hear ye 

@dreamsofsantafe