#manhattan queer

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CAST YOUR MUTUALS as mean girls characters?

Ok ok ok

Cady: @bitchiaintanonymous

Janis: @racetrackhigg

Damian: @manhatten-queer

Regina George: @bexlynne

Gretchen Weiner: @cluusheen

Karen: me. I am Karen.

Disclaimer: I mean no offense to anyone and chose people for these characters based on qualities I admire 😘

Also I way over think these kind of things so there’s that 😂.

[somedayonbroadway]

May we have more of Jack with baby Racer?

Absolutely!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

So, since I haven’t posted just a scene with only Jack and baby Race, so here’s that! It’s pretty short, but I think it’s cute. Let me know what ya’ll think!

Jack was crying. He knew he had no right to be crying. He’d chosen this. It had been his choice and he’d chosen this.

His cell phone had been shut off. He was sure he’d be evicted within the next few weeks. He hadn’t eaten in two days. And Tyler wouldn’t go to sleep.

Bouncing his baby in his arms as gently as he could, Jack sniffled, trying to take a deep breath. “C’mon, little angel, please go to sleep. I promise it’s gonna be okay,” he tried to coax, only resulting in the child screaming even further and somehow even louder. He’d just fed Tyler, so he knew that couldn’t be the problem. He didn’t need to be changed. He just did not want to sleep. “I’ll do anything, Tyler James. Just go ta sleep…”

Jack had an early shift in the morning. He hadn’t slept in nearly two days. Jacobi was nice enough, but Jack was sure if he dropped one more dish, he’d be fired. Maybe he was over exaggerating. He didn’t know. All he knew was that this baby in his arms would not stop crying. “Baby, Daddy’s here… Daddy’s right here n’ I ain’t neva’ gonna let nothin’ happen ta you, I promise…” he whispered to the still wailing little boy in his arms.

With a headache forming and only four hours left to sleep, Jack was coming up to a last resort. He took a deep breath and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his baby’s head before he began to whisper an old melody. “Close your eyes… come with me… where it’s clean n’ green n’ pretty,” he sang. “Where they went n’ made a city outta clay…” It was something his mother had used to sing to him, back when he was very young, when they’d been happy. Poor, sick, maybe even on the verge of being on the streets. But Snyder had not been in the picture. That was enough for him to remember it as just perfect. “Why, the minute that ya get there, folks’ll walk right up n’ say, ‘Welcome home, son. Welcome home to Santa Fe’...”

To his relief, Tyler began to settle against him. Jack rocked him slowly, eyeing the crib that Davey had picked out a few weeks ago. It was as though the boy could read his thoughts. Because he started to whine again, not wanting to be set down. “It’s okay, my sweet baby boy,” he promised, beginning to calm down himself. “Hey… one day, we’re gonna go there. We’ll hop on a train n’ go out ta Santa Fe n’ there ain’t gonna be no one n’ nobody standin’ in our way…” Most importantly, Snyder wouldn’t be there.

Jack still had yet to go back to his old home at all. After seeing what Will could do to an innocent newborn baby, he didn’t want to know if he’d push it any further than that. He didn’t even think about seeing that man again. That man undoubtedly would one day want that favor back from Jack and Jack didn’t know what to do about it then. But right now, his baby was in his arms. And everything could be okay. “We’ll live in a house on an open field where you can play when you grow up. You can lay outside under the stars at night n’... n’ you can see the stars…” Jack wondered what the stars looked like. He often did. He’d never seen them in real life. He’d always lived in Manhattan.

Maybe one day Tyler would get to see the stars for the first time.

“My daddy’s from out there, ya know…” Tyler yawned, his mouth forming a perfect circle as he squirmed around in his father’s arms. The sight made Jack smile every time. “I don’t remember him. My mama used ta say he was a good man…”

Reaching up through his blanket, the child grasped at the air. So Jack bit his lip and offered him a finger to hold and play with, with an innocent, curious, wide eyed gaze on the little boy’s face, as though he didn’t do this everyday. Jack only smiled, his tears long forgotten as he studied this boy again, never wanting to miss a moment. “Oh kid, there’s nothin’ you could ever do ta get me ta stop lovin’ you, do you know that?”

The baby didn’t respond, only began to close his eyes when he got tired. So Jack stood, hovering above the crib and rocking in his feet as his baby finally slipped back into oblivion. He breathed a sigh of relief but smiled at the pure innocence he held in his arms. “Goodnight, Tyler James…” he whispered, lowering the babe down into the crib.

More than anything in the world.

It was odd to him. Before this, Jack had never had anything to lose. Not really. His mother had been gone from him for years. His friends, well, he’d been waiting for them to ditch him since he’d met them. Amelia… it was only supposed to last a month or two.

Now, the entire universe was right here with him. And there was something that Jack would protect day in and day out with everything he had inside him. Now, Jack had Tyler.

And Tyler was everything.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered as he climbed back onto his own mattress, letting his eyes linger on that child before they slipped shut from Jack’s own exhaustion. “More than anything in the world…”

Jack didn’t care much that he was tired the next day. All he knew was that he was lucky to have the little bundle of joy that would be waiting for him in his best friend’s arms when he got home.

All he knew was how much he loved that little boy.

Don’t worry, there will be more than just baby, baby Racer, he will actually grow up as this one continues (if that’s what ya’ll want, of course 😂). He’ll become a toddler (and I do have one ask for Race when he’s older, which I have to assume means a teenager which I have a scene in mind for) so yeah, if you have any specific requests, don’t hesitate to ask!

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Okay so I have an OC named Gun, she runs West Side and is basically a force to be messed with, she has guns on her and her full nickname is Gunner. She is missing an eye and has a metal arm, how do you think Jack would react to her?

I think Jack would be wary of her at first. He’d try to keep his distance and just kind of let her do her thing, but he’d eventually come to like and respect her as his fellow Newsie. I think he’d annoy her though because while he can be tough and serious, she seems like she would be tough and serious all the time whereas he very much likes to be a little bit goofy sometimes.

Thank you so much for asking, friend!

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Do you ever get that feeling when you havent written in bout a month and you know you need to write but you have no idea what to write so you just sit on your bed staring at your computer screen wondering what to write? Just me?

Literally, that happens to me all the time. Typically I’m writing all the time. I just write on my phone whenever i have a second, but when i don’t know what to write, I’ll just open the app and sit there staring at a blank page. Normally I’ll try to find a new place to be, find a new show to watch or book to read to get my brain working. It can be rough, but you got this! I believe in you!

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Alright so seeing as my good friend here is getting stressed and not able to write all the time, Im trying to get a little better so feel free to send asks to me so this amazing writer can take a break!

😂 just to be clear, it’s not you guys who are stressing me out and I will be back to answering asks very soon and if you have some for me, don’t hesitate to send them! But @manhatten-queer is definitely open for asks!