Sep 9, 2022
actually the most painful silence ever was after “how does quitting do Crutchie any good?” in Newsies live
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actually the most painful silence ever was after “how does quitting do Crutchie any good?” in Newsies live
newsies fic :)
Hey. I’m writing a fanfic because why not. Even though people won’t read it, I’m sharing it anyways. Please tell me what you think!!
warnings: none
Ships: Javid, Redfinch, Blush, Sprace, subtle ralbert + katherine x sarah?
so far its only javid and sprace kinda
It was a normal, boring day. The temperature outside was shockingly cold for August. A thick fog covered the ground, and the sky was completely hidden in thick, clumpy clouds from the previous night’s rain. The humid, sticky atmosphere outside somehow crept inside of Jack and David’s house. Jack’s own personal room, where he would sit and draw or paint, felt smaller and stuffy.
Jack was struggling to get the last few drops of white oil paint onto his palette, and alas, to no avail. He dropped the palette face-down onto the already stained carpet. He sat down on his black swivel chair and took a deep breath.
David opened the door to Jack’s room. “Hey, Jackie.” He looked over at the canvas standing up on the desk, no easel. “That’s really good.”
“Yeah, you always say that.”
“I’m being honest. I wouldn’t lie.”
“Sure.”
“Santa Fe again?” David picked up the paint palette that Jack had dropped on the floor.
“Yeah.”
“What else would you be painting?”
Jack got up and took the palette out of David’s hands. He started adding small, hard to notice details. “What are you tryna tell me?” He turned to his boyfriend.
“Nothing in particular.” He tapped his feet on the ground. “How are you feeling?”
“Aggravated.”
David went and held Jack’s free hand. “Hey, how about we do something fun? Invite some people over?”
“Sure, why not.” He swished the brush in his paint water cup and dried on a cloth sitting on the desk.
“I’ll just, um, text them.” He slipped his phone out of his jacket pocket and walked out of the room, tapping briskly on the screen.
Jack sat in the middle of his bed, promptly scribbling in his sketchbook. He heard a knock at the door. “Yeah, Davey will get it.” he muttered to himself. From across the hall, he heard the doorbell ring and some faint voices. Then footsteps.
“Jackie’s in the bedroom, doing his own thing.” They were coming closer.
“Oh! And do we know what that is?” Race’s voice.
“Racey!” Spot’s voice.
The door cracked open. “Kay. He ain’t doin’ anything.” Race entered the room, holding Spot’s hand. Davey followed behind them.
k im gonna finish this later
Oh look, sketches of Jackie!
1. Oh, and bring your camera-- you’re gonna wanna snap a picture of this!
2. I’m scared that tomorrow’s gonna come and change everything.
3. Dszahdh.
4. Where does it say you gotta live and die here?
5. [anti-capitalist fury]
6. I tell ya Crutchie, there is a whole nother way out there.
HI I DREW MODERN JACK KELLY!!!! WITH . A BALLPOINT PEN! ITS MY FIRST TIME DOING THAT I HOPE ITS GOOD
i said it ladies and gents and im sorry
Me in one conversation where I’m trying to comfort someone: we let words fall before we put out a net to catch them and they crash to the ground
Me in a different conversation: dazahdh Awkwardnessssssss
...suddenly wondering if I helped start/started the “dszahdh” meme...