ABSOLUTELY! Spanish class AU y’all because It’s kinda all I’ve got:
-idk if I’ve said this before about the Spanish Class AU but the first time Davey saw Jack, Jack was standing on top of a desk and singing Ilona from She Loves Me as Smalls tries to push him off the desk(it was her desk) and Davey really just immediately thought “wow I’m in love”
-that being said, Davey really loves it when jack sings and he never gets tired of it even tho jack is constantly singing
-Jack makes Davey playlists with a list of reasons for all the songs in them because that’s his way of flirting and Davey thinks he’s reading too much into them but each playlist is an obvious confession
-They’re both sort of disorganized messes but in different ways- Jack is more of a: every paper is drawn on bc he’s easily distracted, every paper is just shoved into his bag, never has his school chrome book, looses everything
-and Davey is more of a: ok I’m gonna start out the year organized-oh no I’m using one notebook for every subject how did that happen. Also his handwriting is basically illegible to anyone but himself because he writes too fast
-they constantly pass notes to eachother
-Jack doodles drawings of his friends during class but whenever he likes someone (even if he doesn’t realize) all the drawing are of them so one day he looks up to see his page covered with Davey’s and he’s like “oh. Oh!”
this is the first prompt of the month, so of course I’m already three days behind. And boy, is it a doozy.
So Davey has known all his life that he was gay
And all his life, he’d been the only one to know that he was gay
But then all of a sudden, he’s got FRIENDS! MULTIPLE friends!
And they’re all like this: “criminalized? Never heard of her.”
Constant jokes, implications, think “that’s what she said” but it’s “that’s what he said” and also it’s 1899
And at the lodge in the evenings, when they’re left unsupervised,
Flagrant displays of homosexuality here.
Blink and Mush are all over each other, always.
Albert and Race shooting innuendos at each other.
Romeo throwing bad pickup line after worse pickup line at Specs and getting playfully “rejected”
Sniper is constantly positioned in Smalls’ lap, making it difficult to play poker
Not everyone is queer (c’mon guys I gotta be realistic here),
But if someone wanted to rat they would have done it already
And yet Davey is still hesitant to come out to them
He’s nervous. Scared. About to do something that will greatly increase the likelihood that he will get sent to prison.
The way he’s always done it was safe. But it was also lonely. And he was done with lonely.
He’d known the newsies for over a month before he made up his mind to tell someone.
He really wanted to tell Jack. But Jack was also the one he was most terrified to tell.
Jack was the leader, so he could hypothetically kick someone out. And he was also his first best friend.
Jack was also one of the straight ones, Davey knew that much from Jack’s little fling with Katherine, short though it was.
Who knows how Jack might react?
There was also the little problem that Davey was absolutely head-over-heels in love with Jack.
So no, he couldn’t tell Jack
But he was also really close with Crutchie
And Crutchie was really close with Mush
So Davey has a clue as to what Crutchie’s reaction might be
And now to wait for the perfect moment.
If you’ve ever tried to wait for the perfect moment to tell someone something very important, you’ll know that they really come, if ever.
But Davey was one of the lucky ones. He only had to wait for a couple of weeks.
The entire time, it had felt like he was about to sneeze. The words were on the tip of his tongue, eager to jump out at any moment.
Crutchie had gone up to the roof early. The game had gotten loud quickly and the night had stayed muggy.
And, like people often are when they have a very important thing to say and finally the right moment, he wasted the entire thing frozen to the spot in anxiety.
The sky was starting to get dark, and Les and Davey had to get home
Davey felt a sinking feeling of disappointment as he wondered how long he’d have to wait for his next chance.
And then something inside him, something old and lonely and hungry for a companion who actually knew him, who he didn’t have to watch every sentence around, snapped.
And he said to himself, “fuck it.”
He told Les to wait there and that this would only take a minute, and then he started up the ladder
On the roof, Crutchie was lying on his back, staring at the stars.
When he heard Davey approaching, he sat up and turned to look at Davey with an inviting smile.
“Hiya Dave!”
He soon noticed the look on Davey’s face and asked “what’s eating ya?”
Cue Davey’s explanation, if it can be called that.
It was mostly just a lot of mumbling and an increasingly confused Crutchie
But he managed to make out the words “I’m” and “queer”, and everything clicked together
He gave an amused little laugh. “Yeah, I knew.” he said
Davey was stunned.
“H...how??”
Crutchie laughed again. “Yer not that subtle, Dave.”
“...oh.” Davey finally stuttered. “Does… does Jack… also know?”
“Na, he’s the only one who don’t.”
“Oh, phew”
“Hm?”
“Well, Jack is straight.”
Crutchie just laughed at that.
“But, but.. he is, …right?”
“Where’dcha get that idea?”
“But… he was with Katherine.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So he likes girls.”
“People can swing both ways.”
“...oH.”
Crutchie just laughed. “For the smart guy, yer real clueless sometimes, Dave.”
There was a brief pause as Davey worked up the nerve to ask another question.
“Does… does Jack have… anyone specific in-“
“Davey!!!” The sound of Les’s voice rang out from the fire escape.
“Davey!! We’re gonna be late for dinner!”
Davey jumped. “Coming!” he called down and scurried down the ladder
Crutchie stared at the ladder as he heard Davey and Les clamber down to the street, shaking his head fondly. “Utterly clueless sometimes,” he whispered.
I think this is the longest headcanon I’ve ever written.
