(Underneath the cut. Note, that these are subject to change as she is not released yet. I do hope that she is a girl and that she is mute.)
-Contrary to her name, she has an abnormally loud belly. Maybe louder than Burning Spice's(who in my humble opinion, has the loudest belly of the beasts). (Perhaps they are deep and low. Like Dark Cacao's.)
-On the outside, she might not have that big of a reaction but mentally she may be freaking out. For example, she could be standing there while it growls up a storm.
-Not a tummy talker or rubber. HOWEVER she has/will grip it with her hand to silence the noises (No pun intended). Often feeling the growls.
-High pain tolerance, so she doesn't flinch at hunger pangs, but she will still find them uncomfortable.
-Shadow Milk and Eternal Sugar tease her, trying to get a reaction out of her. The only thing they get is an annoyed look/flush. ES also likes to lay her head on it oop-
(Bonus: Those rare occasions when she grabs SM or ES's hands and (rather to their surprise) she presses them against her stomach to feel it rumble)
Aight so you should write something of Jack and Race just straight up Vibing. I do not care what era, what au, whatever. Just some quality Jack and Race chaotic vibes if you please. Have the greatest night ever! Oh my gosh wait what if then Spot and Davey find out that the boys are being Dumbasses. That'd be funny. Anyway im tired and you should have seen all of the typos i made typing this now we should both go use the sleep.
A/N: this was SO much fun thank you oh my GOD,, it's been a hot minute since i've written anything for canon era but i rlly liked this <3 no period-typical homophobia bc i said so
Read On AO3!
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“You are such a damn idiot,” Racetrack says as he smacks the back of Jack’s head.
And, okay, Jack knows he is, but Race didn’t have to say it.
“Can ya shut up about it?” Jack asks with a deep frown, shrugging the blond’s arm off from around his shoulders. “I already kickin’ myself; I don’t need’a hear it from you, too!”
“I can’t believe it,” Racer laughs, and throws his arms up. “Ya just lost your shot with Davey!”
“Did not!”
“Ya called him ‘angel’ in front of tha boys,” Racer sneers, then leans his head back, laughing loudly. “Ya- ya just said it! No preamble!”
Jack storms down the street, but Racer follows closely behind, laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the whole goddamn world. It wasn’t anything bad- Jack had been selling with the boys, and they all figured that going to Jacobi’s would be nice; it was a hot summer day, afterall, and the lot of them haven’t been by in a while. With a little help from some of the older boys, like Race, Al, and Finch, Jack had gotten the chance to buy enough food for the group of ten or so newsies to share.
Including Les and, by extension, Davey.
Of course Davey was there. Why wouldn’t he be? Ever since the strike, Davey had been pretty well integrated into the group. Sure, he was still a little awkward at times, but he was respected.
And since he was respected, he was constantly with the boys.
And that’s supposed to be a good thing.
But not for Jack, because nothing ever goes right for Jack.
All Jack had said was “Get’cha some food, angel,” and the whole fuckin’ table lost their minds.
“You’re fucked,” Race chuckles as he catches up and once again slings an arm over Jack’s shoulders. “But, lucky for you, your second in command just so happens to be an expert in the world of love.”
“You wouldn’t know ‘love’ if it slapped ya in your ugly mug,” Jack mutters underneath his breath.
“I know that ya shouldn’t’ve left Davey back there,” Race says in a dreamy voice. “Did’ja even see his face, Jackie? He was lookin’ at you like ya hung the stars for him, and ya just walked off. I wouldn’t’a done that.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jack asks, raising a brow in annoyance. “What would you do, Higgins?”
“I would’a kissed him in front of everyone,” Race says with a shrug. “Gotta show ‘em who’s boss.”
“I--” Jack stops himself with a frustrated groan. “Ain’t you ever shut up?” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. They must be quite the show; people pass them on the street. Couples walk hand in hand, kids play in the road with little wooden toys, and no one seems to be paying them any mind, but Jack looks seconds away from punching Racer in the face and Racer is laughing again.
Finally, Jack growls and stomps his foot. “It wouldn’t’a been a big deal if ya could’a kept your mouth shut!”
“Hey,” Race holds his hands up in surrender. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that ya better sweep in and get Dave, ‘fore anyone else gets any ideas. He’s obviously sweet on you,” He says as he crosses his arms. “That’s why I came to get’cha! Ya just stormed outta there-- Davey seemed pretty upset.”
“Upset that I called him… that,” Jack clenches his fists, letting out a deep sigh. “It don’t matter. He don’t like me like that.”
“You’re fuckin’ blinder than Specs,” Race deadpans, then grabs Jack’s shoulder and looks up at him. “Have ya seen the way Davey looks at you?”
Jack scoffs. “He looks at me the same way he looks at everyone else, I don’t--”
“Cisco.”
Jack cuts himself off, eyes widening just slightly as he meets Race’s eyes. He looks deadly serious now- it feels off, but Jack knows that Race only gets like this when he has to. He’s authoritative and serious as a heart attack when he puts in the effort to be.
Race stares straight into his eyes, tightening his grip on his shoulder. “Davey loves you,” He says as he furrows his brows. “Everyone can see it but you. He’s fallin’ hard, Jackie- has been for weeks, and you ain’t gonna do anything about it?”
Jack gulps, hard. “I… I don’t know what to do,” He admits, and rubs his face.
“What’d’ya mean, ya don’t know what to do?” Race rolls his eyes. “You’ve had a ton ‘a girlfriends in the past, just do--”
“No!” Jack shakes his head. “No, Davey’s- Davey’s different. He’s… He’s just different, okay? Mierda, every time I look at him, I just… I get so scared, Racer,” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Dave deserves so much, and I can’t give him any of it. I… I ain’t good enough for him, and he doesn’t… get it.”
Race watches him, a sad look on his face. “Davey’s willin’ to take anything you can give him,” He murmurs, then takes in a deep breath. “Look, I just--” Race shrugs, looking down. “It’s hard seein’ the two of you so upset. You think you ain’t good enough for him? He’s thinkin’ the same damn thing. He’s thinkin’ he ain’t good enough for you.”
“He’s too good for--”
“Who cares, Jack?” Race shakes his head. “Do ya love him?”
“Of course I do,” Jack says with no hesitation.
Race nods. “Then show him. One ‘a the fella’s from Queens likes him, and if you ain’t gonna get with him…” Race trails off, taking a few steps back, before turning and walking back in the direction of Jacobi’s. “Now, come back, and fuckin’ kiss him already. You two are gonna make me go gray, I swear to Christ.”
“¡Vete a la mierda!” Jack calls after him, standing still for a few moments, before groaning and following. “Racer-- Wait up!”
“Sbrigati, cazzo!” Race yells as he breaks into a sprint. “You got a boy to confess to, Kelly! Let’s get a move on!”
the funniest thing abt me and devs relationship is that identity wise dev is the most femme person alive and i lean pretty butch but at any given day u can catch me in a flower print sundress coloring rainbows in the sun while dev lounges in a game bro homestuck tshirt and boxers like a gremlin
