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[crystallizedtwilight]

Many Newsie Artists’ Work Stolen & Sold on Etsy

It has been brought to my attention by one of my very caring followers that an etsy store is selling my art, as well as several other newsie artists’ work, on pins. Please join me in reporting them, as this is the most devastating thing than can happen to an artist. 

1. Scroll to the bottom of the page and select “Report this item to Etsy” on the bottom right

2. Select the dropdown “I don’t think this meets Etsy’s policies”

3. Select “Not Handmade.”

4. In the field, type a report that “This shop is selling stolen artwork.”

Thank you

[the-supporting-character]

Newsies imagine being Jack younger sister and dating Albert in secret and Jack finds out and tries to attack Albert because that's his baby sis and Jack and the reader argue about it and gets protective of Albert because of Jack temper and anger and won't forgive him if he hurts Albert.

Ok, so sorry it took so long. Not sure how long this has sat in my inbox but I have done something! I don’t really do x Readers anymore, but once I read the prompt I got an idea in my mind and kind of went off with it if you don’t mind. Although, thank you for the request! 

[the-supporting-character]

He’ll Always Follow (Newsies)

Requested: Um… kind of? Explained in answer. A/N: Just poppin’ back in to post some writing. Just wanna write, and not do much else so… *shrug*

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Their mouths were pressed together, Race eagerly, no, hungrily kissed his redheaded friend while keeping a firm hand on his hip. Al let out a small sigh, and Race could feel his own mouth curl into a smile. A knock on the door caused the younger to jump back away from Race, a sweet blush glowing on his face. 

Without wasting another second, Jack Kelly entered the room. He saw Albert, his chest rising quickly and attempting to hide a grin from his face, and Racetrack, calmly leaning back on the bed with a matching grin on his lips. Race observed a note of frustration in Kelly’s face, his shoulders were tense and he stood tall, gearing up for something.

“Whaddya think you’re doin’?” Kelly spoke clearly for both of them to hear, but the words were pointed towards Race. He gave a small shrug, ignoring the look of confusion dancing across Al’s face. 

“Could ya gives us a minute, Al?” Jack asked impatiently. The redhead blubbered a response, still recovering from the quick interruption and looked over to Race for support. 

“He’s fine here, Kelly.” A twitch of anger flashed across Jack’s face at the use of his last name. Race knew what he was doing, that much was clear, and it was time for it to stop. 

“Please, Al?” He hesitated and then started to get up. He brushed himself off and looked back at Race, who was decidedly not looking at him. Pain played across his face, but he grabbed his cap and walked out and closed the door. Jack turned to face Race again, who was still leaning back on his elbows with a look of boredom on his face. He doesn’t move forward. 

“Race… what are ya doin’? You can’t just -”

“I can do whats I want, Jack, you ain’t my motha.” Race cut him off before he can begin his lecture. 

“Yeah, I ain’t, but I can look out for Al.” Jack gives a pointed look, no response. 

“It ain’t right what you’re doing. You can’t just play withs people like that. You know he’s always liked you, which is why he’s willing to overlook the whole situation withs you and -” He’s cut off again, this time with a low growl.

“Don’t. Don’t say his name ‘round me, Kelly.”

 Despite the threat lingering his voice, something breaks inside of Race. That name has been on his tongue for weeks now, waiting behind his eyes and takes up his entire world. His heart pangs, his entire being aches without… him. 

“Please, just think about what yer doing to him.” Race had only wanted it to stop hurting, to fill the emptiness, to cover the pit of self-loathing that was the only thing left of him now. Albert had only been too eager to help. 

He stood up, feeling the overwhelming urge to leave and escape from the glare of Jack Kelly. Race lets out a small huff and pushes forward towards the door. Head tilted towards the floor in mock-shame, he sidles past his friend. A hand on his arm prevents him from leaving. 

“Albert’s always loved ya, Race. He’d follow you anywhere. We both know you’re just tryin’ to forget Spot, but if you hurt Al in the meantime I’ll never forgive ya.” Before Race could yank his arm away, Jack dropped his hand and let his friend exit.

[the-supporting-character]

Yes, it may be 1 am, and yes, I may have cried while reading An Empty Chair because a love song started playing on my Spotify playlist, so what? I'm having a wonderful time! 💕💕

Aww, I’m over the moon that you liked it <3And 1am is honestly the only time I’m on here consistently so, mood.

[the-supporting-character]

Can you do a Mush x reader where they first meet??? Thx ♡ ♡

Just posted, sorry about the wait! <3

[the-supporting-character]

Crossing Through Brooklyn (Mush x Reader)

Requested: Yup, thank you @in-a-most-auspicious-manner

A/N: Ok, I’ve decided two things; one, I want to write for Mush more (or draw, who knows) and two, I think I won’t be doing any more x Readers. I’ve tried it a couple times to varying degrees of success, but it’s just not my style. Hope you don’t mind and still request things. Enjoy :)

Warnings: None

Length: 600-ish

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He tapped his feet along in his own rhythm, kicking up chunks of snow. Carefully avoiding patches of ice, he moved across the bridge at a steady pace. The Queensboro was mostly empty; partially due to the weather, partially due to its connection to Brooklyn. He walked forward, hoping to cross Spot’s territory quickly on the way to Woodside.

Jack had pulled him aside after all the guys grabbed their papers for the day, handing a small note to the gangly boy for the leader of the Woodside newsies. Mush’s chest swelled at the thought, the trust Jack placed in him filled him with a small amount of pride. It wasn’t often that he felt noticed by anyone, he was pleased that Jack had approached him to do it, even if it meant crossing through Brooklyn on one of the colder days of winter.

He walked with a slight spring off the end of the bridge and pushed forward, sliding across the ice in time with music in his head, not aware of any looks he got as crossed through the streets. He was also not aware of the approaching snowball.

“Agh!” Mush sputtered and quickly raised his hands to wipe the snow from his eyes. Clearing away the stinging ice from his cheeks he found someone fifteen feet away, their hands covering their mouth in horror. They rushed forward towards Mush, and as they came into focus Mush felt every coherent thought slip away, ‘cause wow… they were awfully pretty.

“I’m so sorry,” Mush made a strangled noise as they spoke, causing a strange look to cross Mush’s face.

“Are you… okay? You have a little snow, here.” They step forward to brush the snow off his shoulder, coming very close to his own face, making Mush take a step back. Another confused look crosses their face.

“I, uh, likes it there.” He internally smacked himself. Who even says that? Now he’s going to have to stand there as the snow soaks into his clothes ‘cause he says he enjoys the snow sitting there. Seriously, why he thought was the correct thing to say was beyond him. But his embarrassment was gone in a flash as he noticed that their confused expression was gone, replaced with a smile and accompanied by a small laugh. A blush spread across his cheeks, not that you could distinguish it from the redness caused by the cold weather and snowball.

“Alright, then I won’t bother you anymore. Sorry again ‘bout the snowball.” They turned to leave and started walking back down another street. Mush stood there, noticing now that when he stepped back it was right into a gathering puddle of slush.

“Ugh, nice one Mush.” He turned to walk towards his destination, but he couldn’t make his face turn away from the snow-baller. Before he could give it another thought, he shouted.

“Hey! Uh, what’s your name? Ya know, just sos I can look out for ya.” It was a lousy excuse but it worked. They paused before turning around, causing Mush’s heart to skip.

“(Y/N)... and yours?”

“My friends call me Mush!”

“Mush… I’ll see you around!” They waved and walked on. He loved the way that they said his name, said with such thought that you would never know that the origin of his name came from the teasing of the other boys. He liked this way a lot more.

[the-supporting-character]

Hiiiii, I just found your page and I wanted to drop by and say how lovely your writings are 💕 ok, have an amazing day you superb funky human, 👋🏻

Hi ok wow, THANK YOU?! This is so freaking nice and I think I may have just suffocated from the amount of warm-fuzzies I got from this lovely person. OK I need to go sit down <3

[the-supporting-character]

OK, WOW. 

Thank you so much to the one hundred complete strangers that decided to follow me. I love making content for you (and for me) and I can’t believe that this many people have responded to it. Like a lot of other writers know, I love getting any feedback and just the support I’ve been given is... amazing! 

A special thanks to;

@they-think-they-got-us for allowing me to bug them about tumblr things and helping with some writer-y stuff :)

@crystallizedtwilight for the inspiration of a few stories, and general words of encouragement.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! <3

[the-supporting-character]

An Empty Chair (Davey Jacobs x Reader)

Requested: Yes! Thank you to @in-a-most-auspicious-manner for the prompt/request! A/N: I try my best to make the x Reader posts as gender neutral as possible (so anyone can envision themselves in the story) therefore, if you see anything that might go against that, please message me and I’ll fix it the best I can! Another note, when I write x Readers I tend not to use “y/n” or “y/e/c” and things like that because I feel like it disrupts the flow. I don’t know if I’m successful with it, but it’s just how I do things based on my own experience :) Warnings: None Length: 1200

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It had been nearly a week when you finally lost it. His seat across the room was empty, his soft presence behind you was missing, and concern had taken over every feeling.

It had been nearly two weeks ago when he left that note in your books. Slipped between the pages, in a neat and loopy script were the words, “Please meet me in the library, rows D4 and D5.” Signed at the bottom, David Jacobs. Your heart fluttered thinking about it, just had it had from that long walk from the classroom to the empty walls of the library at the other end of school. David had always been kind, listening to you as no others had before, keeping your gaze for a touch too long for any simple friendship. As time went on, you noticed a blush came to his cheeks when you found him looking at you, or when you spoke in the classroom (which, as a passionate student, was often). It wasn’t too soon that your own cheeks turned pink when you saw him in his seat, concentrating on his notes, biting on his lip in deep thought.

At the library, right where he said he would be, he sat on the ground with a book in his hands, but his mouth betrayed the fact that he wasn’t actually reading. You had watched him enough times to notice that he slightly mouthed the words of whatever he was absorbing, leaving the rest of the world behind. Instead, he sat and tapped his fingers on the pages, his knees wobbling slightly. Your own hands were trembling on their own accord, and you stepped into the stacks of books. He looked up, his facing breaking into an awkward smile as he stood up. The book lay open in his hands and stared at you before failing to start speaking.

“What are you reading?” You ask before he has a chance to speak.

“What?” You motion to the book limp in his hands, and he looks down and closes it, peering at the cover, “Oh. I’m not entirely sure.” He slides the book back into the shelf before facing you.

“I didn’t know if you would actually come.” You take a step closer, hands still shaking. His face no longer held a bright smile, but rather a small frown of concern as his eyes searched yours.

“Why wouldn’t I?” It was a genuine question, while you hadn’t exactly made obvious your feelings, you thought he might’ve noticed that every time he looked at you, your face turned flush, your words stuck behind your teeth, and your thoughts ran in endless circles, creating an orbit around the one very clear thought; how very much you would love to press your lips against his.

Without noticing, you both had stepped closer together, leaving only a small distance.

“Well, I wasn’t certain that…” He stopped. His eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips, and before you realized it he leaned towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. The butterflies drifted away as you made your way forward, David putting a hand on your waist, tugging you bit closer. You leaned in, not caring as the world fell away.

And then he broke away, a grin pulling at his face, and yours too.

“I- I wanted to tell you that I completely adore you.” A fresh blush crept onto his cheeks as your gazes meet, and everything seemed perfect.

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It was after school, the same time that you had first gone to meet David. That entire week was unimaginably blissful. The both of you stole any moment that you could to talk and be near each other, learning everything you could, and stealing kisses when you thought no one was looking. You loved every second he was close; even knowing his eyes were on you from across the room sent goosebumps up your arms.

And after a long weekend apart, you came to school, but he did not. Worry filled your thoughts, as did the next day when he did not appear. By the end of the week, he had not shown his face, and no one seemed concerned. You crawled through the week, doubt creeping into your mind. You knew where he lived, roughly. You could probably nail down the block, but the exact building and apartment number were lost.

That day you decided to walk back, taking a longer route, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy who had captured your heart and seemingly had no intention of giving it back. It was a warm day as you trudged through the streets, searching. Every so often, a boy about as tall as him, or with the same dark hair and your heart rose, only to be slammed back once you realized the look-alike was not your David.

You heard him before you saw him. Certain it was him, you raced towards the corner. His laugh was loud and joined with a couple of others. Suddenly, anger took over as you turned, seeing him standing in a group of boys of varying ages, and with definite marks of destitution. You stride over, his back is turned but you can tell it’s him. Your arm is out and you give his shoulder a shove before planting your feet in the ground.

David stumbles forward and a couple of boys take a step forward, hands curling into fists. No one talks now. He turns towards you, his face filled with confusion and surprise, and then guilt. The stupidly handsome boy takes a step toward you, but you take an equal step back. He opens his mouth but you cut him off.

“Do you have any IDEA how worried I was for you? You’re just here, hanging with some street gang-”

“Hey, we ain’t no gang. Wes barely friends” A redhead speaks from the side, before being promptly shoved by a shorter kid.

“And you didn’t say a word! You were just gone, and I thought,” You paused. What did you think? Looking at him fully you noticed his usually immaculate clothing covered in patches of dirt and dust, the bags under eyes more pronounced than you had ever seen.

“I thought you didn’t care. About me.” You hang your head. Out loud, it sounded a tad ridiculous that he deliberately skipped school to avoid your affections. All anger vanished and was replaced with concern again. All the while, David turned his head towards his shoes, not meeting your gaze. When you didn’t speak, he finally looked up, he found that your own eyes were filled with sadness.

“I’m sorry.” The boys watched on, their mouths snapped shut and eyes wide. David looked at you again, making your heart jump, his eyes full of warmth.

“I didn’t-” You cut him off, this time by stepping toward him and pressing your mouth against his, arms wrapped around his torso. His hands made their way to your face, cupping it gently as you pulled away.

“I’m sorry too.” A smile spread across your face as that special tinge of red-blushed his cheeks. He pulled you close, muffling the noise of the boys behind him whooping and yelling encouragement. Nothing could be more splendid than his arms wrapped around you.

[the-supporting-character]

An Empty Chair (Davey Jacobs x Reader)

Requested: Yes! Thank you to @in-a-most-auspicious-manner for the prompt/request! A/N: I try my best to make the x Reader posts as gender neutral as possible (so anyone can envision themselves in the story) therefore, if you see anything that might go against that, please message me and I’ll fix it the best I can! Another note, when I write x Readers I tend not to use “y/n” or “y/e/c” and things like that because I feel like it disrupts the flow. I don’t know if I’m successful with it, but it’s just how I do things based on my own experience :) Warnings: None Length: 1200

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It had been nearly a week when you finally lost it. His seat across the room was empty, his soft presence behind you was missing, and concern had taken over every feeling.

It had been nearly two weeks ago when he left that note in your books. Slipped between the pages, in a neat and loopy script were the words, “Please meet me in the library, rows D4 and D5.” Signed at the bottom, David Jacobs. Your heart fluttered thinking about it, just had it had from that long walk from the classroom to the empty walls of the library at the other end of school. David had always been kind, listening to you as no others had before, keeping your gaze for a touch too long for any simple friendship. As time went on, you noticed a blush came to his cheeks when you found him looking at you, or when you spoke in the classroom (which, as a passionate student, was often). It wasn’t too soon that your own cheeks turned pink when you saw him in his seat, concentrating on his notes, biting on his lip in deep thought.

At the library, right where he said he would be, he sat on the ground with a book in his hands, but his mouth betrayed the fact that he wasn’t actually reading. You had watched him enough times to notice that he slightly mouthed the words of whatever he was absorbing, leaving the rest of the world behind. Instead, he sat and tapped his fingers on the pages, his knees wobbling slightly. Your own hands were trembling on their own accord, and you stepped into the stacks of books. He looked up, his facing breaking into an awkward smile as he stood up. The book lay open in his hands and stared at you before failing to start speaking.

“What are you reading?” You ask before he has a chance to speak.

“What?” You motion to the book limp in his hands, and he looks down and closes it, peering at the cover, “Oh. I’m not entirely sure.” He slides the book back into the shelf before facing you.

“I didn’t know if you would actually come.” You take a step closer, hands still shaking. His face no longer held a bright smile, but rather a small frown of concern as his eyes searched yours.

“Why wouldn’t I?” It was a genuine question, while you hadn’t exactly made obvious your feelings, you thought he might’ve noticed that every time he looked at you, your face turned flush, your words stuck behind your teeth, and your thoughts ran in endless circles, creating an orbit around the one very clear thought; how very much you would love to press your lips against his.

Without noticing, you both had stepped closer together, leaving only a small distance.

“Well, I wasn’t certain that…” He stopped. His eyes drifted from your eyes to your lips, and before you realized it he leaned towards you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. The butterflies drifted away as you made your way forward, David putting a hand on your waist, tugging you bit closer. You leaned in, not caring as the world fell away.

And then he broke away, a grin pulling at his face, and yours too.

“I- I wanted to tell you that I completely adore you.” A fresh blush crept onto his cheeks as your gazes meet, and everything seemed perfect.

-

It was after school, the same time that you had first gone to meet David. That entire week was unimaginably blissful. The both of you stole any moment that you could to talk and be near each other, learning everything you could, and stealing kisses when you thought no one was looking. You loved every second he was close; even knowing his eyes were on you from across the room sent goosebumps up your arms.

And after a long weekend apart, you came to school, but he did not. Worry filled your thoughts, as did the next day when he did not appear. By the end of the week, he had not shown his face, and no one seemed concerned. You crawled through the week, doubt creeping into your mind. You knew where he lived, roughly. You could probably nail down the block, but the exact building and apartment number were lost.

That day you decided to walk back, taking a longer route, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy who had captured your heart and seemingly had no intention of giving it back. It was a warm day as you trudged through the streets, searching. Every so often, a boy about as tall as him, or with the same dark hair and your heart rose, only to be slammed back once you realized the look-alike was not your David.

You heard him before you saw him. Certain it was him, you raced towards the corner. His laugh was loud and joined with a couple of others. Suddenly, anger took over as you turned, seeing him standing in a group of boys of varying ages, and with definite marks of destitution. You stride over, his back is turned but you can tell it's him. Your arm is out and you give his shoulder a shove before planting your feet in the ground.

David stumbles forward and a couple of boys take a step forward, hands curling into fists. No one talks now. He turns towards you, his face filled with confusion and surprise, and then guilt. The stupidly handsome boy takes a step toward you, but you take an equal step back. He opens his mouth but you cut him off.

“Do you have any IDEA how worried I was for you? You’re just here, hanging with some street gang-”

“Hey, we ain’t no gang. Wes barely friends” A redhead speaks from the side, before being promptly shoved by a shorter kid.

“And you didn’t say a word! You were just gone, and I thought,” You paused. What did you think? Looking at him fully you noticed his usually immaculate clothing covered in patches of dirt and dust, the bags under eyes more pronounced than you had ever seen.

“I thought you didn’t care. About me.” You hang your head. Out loud, it sounded a tad ridiculous that he deliberately skipped school to avoid your affections. All anger vanished and was replaced with concern again. All the while, David turned his head towards his shoes, not meeting your gaze. When you didn’t speak, he finally looked up, he found that your own eyes were filled with sadness.

“I’m sorry.” The boys watched on, their mouths snapped shut and eyes wide. David looked at you again, making your heart jump, his eyes full of warmth.

“I didn’t-” You cut him off, this time by stepping toward him and pressing your mouth against his, arms wrapped around his torso. His hands made their way to your face, cupping it gently as you pulled away.

“I’m sorry too.” A smile spread across your face as that special tinge of red-blushed his cheeks. He pulled you close, muffling the noise of the boys behind him whooping and yelling encouragement. Nothing could be more splendid than his arms wrapped around you.

[the-supporting-character]

Can you do a davey x reader @ high school or something, modern or whatever u want :)

You bet I can (if not a couple of days later)! Once I read high school I got an idea, so I don’t know how ~modern~ it is but I hope you enjoy it! Posting now :)

[genre--savvy-deactivated2020071]

Screw it.

Reblog this post before October 31st and I’ll say what monster/cryptid/mythical creature you remind me of just from scrolling through your blog a bit. Make sure you have asks open.

[the-supporting-character]

I gotta knoooow :)

[the-supporting-character]

do you think you could post part two to your last david x jack fic?

POSTED! Thank you so much for requesting it :)

[the-supporting-character]

He’s Not Here (Davey Jacobs x Jack Kelly), Part Two

Requested: HECK YEAH! Thank you to @theres-change-coming , @dancer19296 , and the anons. Your support is appreciated so much, and it makes me so happy to hear from you! A/N: CLICK HERE FOR PART ONE Warnings: Descriptions of violence, swearing Length: 1200

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In the waning light of the alley, Davey shivered on the ground. He struggled to move forward, still collapsed on the ground, tears streaming down his face in streaks mixed with blood and dirt. A shadow passed in front of the entrance to the alley and Davey couldn’t even try to suppress a whimper. Everything was hazy, thoughts flew sideways and he couldn't concentrate. Jack’s name repeated in his head in a pounding rhythm but was slowly being interrupted with bright flashes of pain and glimpses of the kid’s fist as they flew towards his face. His face, god, he must look awful.

He pushed himself into the shadows, but a figure at the entrance found the movement. They took a step forward.

“Hey, that you Finch?” The voice was familiar, yet Davey couldn’t place it exactly. He wondered if he were somehow talking through water, but that didn’t make much sense. Instead, he leaned further into the shadows of the walls. They took a step closer and Davey saw his mouth move but a sudden sense of drowsiness took over. His eyelids slammed shut, pain filling every corner of his mind. The only clear sounds were the residual thoughts of him screaming out Jack’s name, but it didn’t sound like him anymore. A surge of clarity convinced him to open his eyes, to see Race shouting and stumbling out of the alley. He shakily reached out a dirtied hand towards him, he couldn’t leave him here.

“Race…” Davey managed to croak out his friend’s name, but he already took off. Another wave of pain seized Davey and he was out once more.

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The second he was awake, he heard himself screaming. Pain flooded his shoulder, shock, he guessed, had worn off and he clutched his arm, nails digging into his shirt. Soon the lowlight of the alley was blocked by an oncoming figure. Then two, and another trailing behind him. Panic filled every inch of his being, his eyes searching for any weapon to use against the returning boys. Finally, he spotted a bottle a few feet away, the same one that rolled when…. He sat up and lunged for it, ignoring the pain in his ribs and arm, grabbing the neck and then quickly slamming it against the wall. He had seen Albert do it once, slamming it with ease, creating wicked sharp edges that could still be held. Davey had no such skill, breaking the bottle into an explosion of glass and slicing his hand across the palm. He pulled back his hand but reached again as the figures were right in front of him.

Panic seized him, causing him to swing out a slow fist, angling for the one now reaching out for him. It hit his arm lazily, and the figure brushed it off. He brought his arms up once more, but this time to shield his face, if they really were back for round two. He wasn’t sure he could do anything to stop them or if they would even stop at all, and that thought terrified him more than anything.  

“Dave?” He knew that voice, full of hurt and anguish. His eyes met those familiar green ones, but he didn’t put down his hands. Why didn’t he put down his hands? Why couldn't he? Jack reached out slowly, and he flinched. The hand withdrew, and Davey realized, with horror, that he flinched away from Jack’s helping hand. From someone that wanted nothing from him, who said he loved him. Davey could see parts of Jack’s face, and what he could see was touched with hurt, but then also determination. Davey slowly lowered his own hands.

“Wes gots to get you someplace safe,” Jack spoke with a quiet voice.

“Come on, Dave.” He needed to think, to somehow clear his head, so he closed his eyes. He was immediately filled with waves of panic and pain, causing him to throw open his eyes and search for Jack’s face. Finding his eyes, he stared into their never-ending comfort and strong gaze. With a small nod from Davey, Jack inched closer, slowly looping an arm around his waist and grabbing his other arm. Upon finding his wrist, Davey jerked his hand away, feeling the memory (and bruises) of the other kid's hands as they held his arms tight behind him. Jack let go and let Davey’s arm hang loosely around his own neck. They stepped through the alley, Davey’s feet shuffling forward past different spots of blood. At the entrance of the alley, Davey could now see that it was Race and Romeo who had accompanied Jack. He pulled to the right, but Jack stopped him.

“Jack,” his voice was barely above a whisper, his throat raw from yelling, “I have to get back to my mother. She’s making dinner.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to point that out, but it seemed important. However,  Jack’s face was set.

“Yous stayin’ with me. Yous not leavin’ my sight until we find those bastards who did this.” His statement filled Davey with warmth and he moved closer into Jack.

“Romeo, go tell Dave’s mother that he won’ts be back for a bit.” The smaller boy nodded and took off in the opposite direction. Race took to the other side of Davey, silently walking alongside him after trying to help by holding him up by his damaged arm and causing him to yelp in pain. The Lodging House soon came into view.

Opening the door, the three of them pushed their way to one of the rooms on the first floor. Dave sank into a bed, trying to keep painful sensations at bay. His head thrummed in a familiar rhythm, as did his shoulder, ribs, and face. Wetness pooled around his eyes; he blinked away more tears. Jack stood and talked to Race who nodded solemnly and turned and jogged away.

Jack sat on the bed near his waist. He looked off at the door, but his hand gripped Davey’s in a soft but affirming grasp. His face was mostly obscured, pointing away from Davey who sat as still as he could on the bed. But the pain in shoulder became overwhelming, causing a small whimper to escape his lips. His face flushed, and Jack turned quickly to face him. He saw now why Jack turned away, lines of tears streamed down his face. Gone was the cool demeanor that he kept around the other boys, his face was filled with fright and sadness.

“Davey I’m so sorry. I shoulda walked ya home, or sent one of the guys with you but instead, I was just asleep while you… you” His voice caught as his eyes scanned over Davey’s bruised face.

“I’m so sorry, Dave. I shoulda been there. If I had been this wouldn’t’ve happened.” Davey shook his head.

“‘S ok Jack, I’m just…” He couldn’t say he was okay. He didn’t feel okay in the slightest, he was terrified and beat up and couldn’t fathom being alone.

“Just, please. Please stay with me.” Davey gripped Jack’s hand and sent a weak squeeze. Jack leaned over placed the softest kiss on his cheek.

“I’m here, Davey.”

[the-supporting-character]

Please make a part two to he’s not here

Get ready, about to post!

[the-supporting-character]

He’s Not Here  (Davey x Jack)

Requested: What do you think? A/N: I don’t know why I wanted to write this, but I did and here it is. Warnings: Violence, one swear Length: 1970

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The famous (and rather obnoxious) Jack Kelly lounged on a sofa in the middle of the Lodging House, looking at exactly nothing that was not inside his own head. His silence struck Davey, who sat in an opposing chair with a book hanging loosely from his hands. Usually, Kelly never shut up just when he was just getting to a good part, and yet in the past two hours that Davey had lost himself in a story, he spoke seldom. Instead of bouncing up and down or fidgeting relentlessly he slumped on the couch with little purpose.

“Hey…” At the sound of Davey’s voice, Jack bolted upright. Davey felt a bit ashamed, having left his boyfriend to slip into a daze while he was content to maintain his reading habits. All sense that Jack was staring off into space was gone as a mischievous glint returned to his eyes at the sound of Davey’s voice. Seeing him like that made a smile appear on Davey’s lips.

“We can, uh, do something?” He placed a bookmark in his book and set it aside. He sighed inwardly at his own awkwardness, sometimes he really had no idea what to say to such a cute boy. Just staring at him gave him butterflies, despite the fact that they had been dating for a couple of months now.

“Ya don’t sound sure about that.” Jack was staring at him now, a grin making its way across his face. He got up from the couch. and with a swagger only Jack Kelly could pull off, walked over to Davey and draped himself across his lap as if he wasn’t even there. He had sat down with a dramatic sigh, calling for Davey’s undivided attention.

“That’s not -huff- what I had in mind.” Davey groaned underneath the weight and yet was delighted to feel needed. With each breath Kelly took, the weight shifted slightly until they sat perfectly comfortable and tangled together. Kind of like a puzzle piece. Jack’s face was behind Davey’s out of sight to his view, but he felt the comforting breeze of each exhale on his ear.

“Too bad. S’what I wanted.” Davey felt a blush spread across his cheeks. Noticing, Jack let out a loud laugh and answered with a small peck on the cheek, turning Davey a darker shade red.

“Wes got all the time in the world.” It sure did feel like. For the next hour or so, Davey opened his book again and they sat in a comfortable silence. He checked his watch, aware that if he didn’t go home soon, his mother would start to worry (and one never wanted to upset Mrs. Jacobs).

“I wish I could stay but…” Jack was nearly asleep on his shoulder. His hair fell in his face as he lifted it, mumbling as Davey tried to slip away, his eyes opening out of his sleepy daze. Davey was nearly out of the chair when he felt a strong hand grip his wrist.

“I love you, Davey.” Davey wished he could stay and would give anything to hear those words a hundred time a day. Blood rushed to his ears.

“I love you too, Jackie. I’ll come back tomorrow, first thing.” Jack nodded and Davey picked up his book and left the Lodging House.

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Not too far from the House, Davey hummed to himself smiling at the thought of Jack’s words. Just thinking about him made him want to skip all the way home, although he would never do that, less one of the other boys walked into him on the way home. That boy made him crazy, every action and every breath sent him deeper into a spiral and Davey never wanted to get out. He could only hope that Jack felt the same way.

Still walking with a spring in his step, he didn’t notice the gathering shadow behind him. A large hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him backward near the alley. He let out a yelp in surprise as another hand grabbed his arm and pulled him farther in.

“Romeo? Race is that y- oof!” A hard yank pulled him backward, and the figure let go, letting his head smack the ground. His head spun, his vision dotting as he tried to look at the other person. He was hoping it was one of the guys just playing a prank (Race was always doing that, scaring him from dark alleyways), but this was not someone he knew.

It was a teenager for sure, larger and thicker than Davey and cruel smile set on his face. A scar ran down his cheek, bending to the corners of his lips. He shuddered to think where it came from, it didn’t seem like it was the result of some silly accident, like Jack’s scar from their first date. Jack. Davey called for him, until the boy reeled back his foot, sending it flying towards Davey. He rolled over, coughing as he felt pain begin to bloom in his chest. Panicking, he tried to scramble back to the entrance of the alley but it was no use. Another teen stood behind him, casting a long shadow down onto Davey. A bottle rolled from behind him, and Davey quickly turned his head to see another boy emerging from the shadows. The three stood tall around him, pillars as he laid against the dirt. One of them stepped forward.

“Yous did good this time, Beef. Get his coin.” Davey looked around glancing at the street for any passers-by. He didn’t like the way this kid talked or looked for that matter. He was smaller than the one called Beef, but had the same cruel features that indicated his intentions. The other boy stepped forward, holding something in his palm. With horror, Davey reeled backward as he noticed that object was a small silver knife, gleaming as bright as the boy’s eyes.

“Haul him up.” The first teen pulled Davey to his feet, his ribs making a funny sound as he was held out in front of the kid with the knife. The leader, or at least who Davey assumed was the leader, nodded towards the knife-wielder and he took a dangerous step forward.

“ I don’t have anything, I’m just trying to get home.” He tried to put as much conviction in his voice as possible but regardless, his voice shook with unmistakable fear. Davey held his head high, making eye contact with the leader as the other one stepped closer.

“Seriously, I-” A fist flew at his face, making contact with his cheek and jerking his head to the side. A whimper bubbled up from his chest.

“One more word and my guy here will turn ya into swiss cheese.” He kept his eyes on Davey who kept peering down the alleyway, praying that one of the other newsies would walk by. The guy with the knife rummaged through his pockets as the leader watched on with a smile. He tried to pull himself away from the disgusting reach of the kid but the larger boy held fast onto his arms, holding them tightly behind his back. He tried to veer left of the hand trying to reach into his pocket, but the arms holding him tight just forced him back, hard. A soft sound came from his shoulder and Davey let out a scream, his whole side feeling as if it were covered in fire. The spots that were dancing in front of his eyes grew larger and moved with fury, completely blocking out the fist that slammed into his face once more. He was thrown off-balance, throwing his weight completely on the hurt shoulder. He didn’t scream this time, only gasped as his knees gave out.

He could hear the snickers of the boys as he panted in pain, sweat and blood pooling on his brow. His mind went to Jack, he would know what to do in this situation. Actually, he would never be in this situation, but if he did… But Davey wasn’t Jack. He didn’t have his swagger or charm, so instead, he pleaded pathetically with boys. He wanted to cry out for Jack, but he didn’t like the look that the eldest boy was giving him. Still being held back, the leader stepped forward, his eyes piercing into Davey’s.

“Where’s the rest of your coin?” His voice was calm, the question offered like it was no more than a simple ‘how ya doing?’. Davey shook his head, not willing to speak the words. In truth he had nothing else on him, being a newsie wasn’t exactly a well-paying career, and even if he did, that money was his. He had earned it, he needed it for his family, and he would not let some street rat take that away. Not exactly the time to be heroic, but he was only going to be pushed around so far.

The leader’s eyebrows raised in false surprise. He didn’t believe him and indicated to the other boy to stop searching for a moment.

“I don’t have time for lies, kid. Just say where it is and ya can home to yer mommy with all of yer fingers.” His mind was in a panic. He didn’t have anything else, and in one last moment of desperation, he strained against the guy holding him and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Unless you want to get on the bad side of Jack Kelly, I would stop now and walk away while you can.” The guy behind him tensed, the knife-wielder stopped rummaging around his vest looking for hidden pockets, but the leader stood there with a wide smile. Any confidence that Davey had slipped away, and he struggled against his keeper, doing his best to ignore the pain in his shoulder. The leader cocked his head sideways, clearly amused.

“Nice try, but I think wes got it handled.” And then everything went to shit. Davey let out a pathetic sound as he pulled with all his might, kicking Beef to push away. Somehow landing a kick, his grip on Davey loosened and Davey slipped down, just as the kid with the knife was swinging his arm out wildly, catching Davey’s arm and chest. He could tell it was shallow, but the pain was almost overwhelming. Davey was crouched on the ground and fell forward, moving away from the two guys. The leader tsked and before Davey had a chance to move, swiftly kicked his jaw. He fell over into the dirt, groaning and trying to ignore the intense taste of copper in his mouth.

Davey moved to crawl away but was met again by a foot, this time to the ribs. He pushed his way to one of the walls of the alley as the leader stalked towards him, grimacing with every movement. His back to the wall, the older boy blocked him with his long limbs and started to repeatedly throw punches. Davey threw his hands up in defense, now screaming Jack’s name with each blow until he fell over, lying still against the cold ground. He wanted to cry, he wanted to give up, and he wanted so much for them to go away but they stayed.

The leader bent down, breathing in his ear, just as Jack had done not an hour earlier. Davey flinched and could barely make out his next words.

“You better hope I don’t run into you, or this Jack,” he mimicked the way that Davey cried out his name, “on these streets. Won’t be so gentle next time.” He whistled towards the other boys and they stalked out of the alley.

“Jack…” His voice croaked out, but no one could hear him. He slumped down, finally passing out in pain.

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I have a part two planned out in my head if anyone is interested, just send me a message :)

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He’s Not Here  (Davey x Jack)

Requested: What do you think? A/N: I don’t know why I wanted to write this, but I did and here it is. Warnings: Violence, one swear Length: 1970

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The famous (and rather obnoxious) Jack Kelly lounged on a sofa in the middle of the Lodging House, looking at exactly nothing that was not inside his own head. His silence struck Davey, who sat in an opposing chair with a book hanging loosely from his hands. Usually, Kelly never shut up just when he was just getting to a good part, and yet in the past two hours that Davey had lost himself in a story, he spoke seldom. Instead of bouncing up and down or fidgeting relentlessly he slumped on the couch with little purpose.

“Hey…” At the sound of Davey’s voice, Jack bolted upright. Davey felt a bit ashamed, having left his boyfriend to slip into a daze while he was content to maintain his reading habits. All sense that Jack was staring off into space was gone as a mischievous glint returned to his eyes at the sound of Davey’s voice. Seeing him like that made a smile appear on Davey’s lips.

“We can, uh, do something?” He placed a bookmark in his book and set it aside. He sighed inwardly at his own awkwardness, sometimes he really had no idea what to say to such a cute boy. Just staring at him gave him butterflies, despite the fact that they had been dating for a couple of months now.

“Ya don’t sound sure about that.” Jack was staring at him now, a grin making its way across his face. He got up from the couch. and with a swagger only Jack Kelly could pull off, walked over to Davey and draped himself across his lap as if he wasn’t even there. He had sat down with a dramatic sigh, calling for Davey’s undivided attention.

“That’s not -huff- what I had in mind.” Davey groaned underneath the weight and yet was delighted to feel needed. With each breath Kelly took, the weight shifted slightly until they sat perfectly comfortable and tangled together. Kind of like a puzzle piece. Jack’s face was behind Davey’s out of sight to his view, but he felt the comforting breeze of each exhale on his ear.

“Too bad. S’what I wanted.” Davey felt a blush spread across his cheeks. Noticing, Jack let out a loud laugh and answered with a small peck on the cheek, turning Davey a darker shade red.

“Wes got all the time in the world.” It sure did feel like. For the next hour or so, Davey opened his book again and they sat in a comfortable silence. He checked his watch, aware that if he didn’t go home soon, his mother would start to worry (and one never wanted to upset Mrs. Jacobs).

“I wish I could stay but…” Jack was nearly asleep on his shoulder. His hair fell in his face as he lifted it, mumbling as Davey tried to slip away, his eyes opening out of his sleepy daze. Davey was nearly out of the chair when he felt a strong hand grip his wrist.

“I love you, Davey.” Davey wished he could stay and would give anything to hear those words a hundred time a day. Blood rushed to his ears.

“I love you too, Jackie. I’ll come back tomorrow, first thing.” Jack nodded and Davey picked up his book and left the Lodging House.

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Not too far from the House, Davey hummed to himself smiling at the thought of Jack’s words. Just thinking about him made him want to skip all the way home, although he would never do that, less one of the other boys walked into him on the way home. That boy made him crazy, every action and every breath sent him deeper into a spiral and Davey never wanted to get out. He could only hope that Jack felt the same way.

Still walking with a spring in his step, he didn’t notice the gathering shadow behind him. A large hand grabbed his shoulder, forcing him backward near the alley. He let out a yelp in surprise as another hand grabbed his arm and pulled him farther in.

“Romeo? Race is that y- oof!” A hard yank pulled him backward, and the figure let go, letting his head smack the ground. His head spun, his vision dotting as he tried to look at the other person. He was hoping it was one of the guys just playing a prank (Race was always doing that, scaring him from dark alleyways), but this was not someone he knew.

It was a teenager for sure, larger and thicker than Davey and cruel smile set on his face. A scar ran down his cheek, bending to the corners of his lips. He shuddered to think where it came from, it didn’t seem like it was the result of some silly accident, like Jack’s scar from their first date. Jack. Davey called for him, until the boy reeled back his foot, sending it flying towards Davey. He rolled over, coughing as he felt pain begin to bloom in his chest. Panicking, he tried to scramble back to the entrance of the alley but it was no use. Another teen stood behind him, casting a long shadow down onto Davey. A bottle rolled from behind him, and Davey quickly turned his head to see another boy emerging from the shadows. The three stood tall around him, pillars as he laid against the dirt. One of them stepped forward.

“Yous did good this time, Beef. Get his coin.” Davey looked around glancing at the street for any passers-by. He didn’t like the way this kid talked or looked for that matter. He was smaller than the one called Beef, but had the same cruel features that indicated his intentions. The other boy stepped forward, holding something in his palm. With horror, Davey reeled backward as he noticed that object was a small silver knife, gleaming as bright as the boy's eyes.

“Haul him up.” The first teen pulled Davey to his feet, his ribs making a funny sound as he was held out in front of the kid with the knife. The leader, or at least who Davey assumed was the leader, nodded towards the knife-wielder and he took a dangerous step forward.

“ I don’t have anything, I’m just trying to get home.” He tried to put as much conviction in his voice as possible but regardless, his voice shook with unmistakable fear. Davey held his head high, making eye contact with the leader as the other one stepped closer.

“Seriously, I-” A fist flew at his face, making contact with his cheek and jerking his head to the side. A whimper bubbled up from his chest.

“One more word and my guy here will turn ya into swiss cheese.” He kept his eyes on Davey who kept peering down the alleyway, praying that one of the other newsies would walk by. The guy with the knife rummaged through his pockets as the leader watched on with a smile. He tried to pull himself away from the disgusting reach of the kid but the larger boy held fast onto his arms, holding them tightly behind his back. He tried to veer left of the hand trying to reach into his pocket, but the arms holding him tight just forced him back, hard. A soft sound came from his shoulder and Davey let out a scream, his whole side feeling as if it were covered in fire. The spots that were dancing in front of his eyes grew larger and moved with fury, completely blocking out the fist that slammed into his face once more. He was thrown off-balance, throwing his weight completely on the hurt shoulder. He didn’t scream this time, only gasped as his knees gave out.

He could hear the snickers of the boys as he panted in pain, sweat and blood pooling on his brow. His mind went to Jack, he would know what to do in this situation. Actually, he would never be in this situation, but if he did… But Davey wasn’t Jack. He didn’t have his swagger or charm, so instead, he pleaded pathetically with boys. He wanted to cry out for Jack, but he didn’t like the look that the eldest boy was giving him. Still being held back, the leader stepped forward, his eyes piercing into Davey’s.

“Where’s the rest of your coin?” His voice was calm, the question offered like it was no more than a simple ‘how ya doing?’. Davey shook his head, not willing to speak the words. In truth he had nothing else on him, being a newsie wasn’t exactly a well-paying career, and even if he did, that money was his. He had earned it, he needed it for his family, and he would not let some street rat take that away. Not exactly the time to be heroic, but he was only going to be pushed around so far.

The leader’s eyebrows raised in false surprise. He didn’t believe him and indicated to the other boy to stop searching for a moment.

“I don’t have time for lies, kid. Just say where it is and ya can home to yer mommy with all of yer fingers.” His mind was in a panic. He didn't have anything else, and in one last moment of desperation, he strained against the guy holding him and spoke with as much confidence as he could muster.

“Unless you want to get on the bad side of Jack Kelly, I would stop now and walk away while you can.” The guy behind him tensed, the knife-wielder stopped rummaging around his vest looking for hidden pockets, but the leader stood there with a wide smile. Any confidence that Davey had slipped away, and he struggled against his keeper, doing his best to ignore the pain in his shoulder. The leader cocked his head sideways, clearly amused.

“Nice try, but I think wes got it handled.” And then everything went to shit. Davey let out a pathetic sound as he pulled with all his might, kicking Beef to push away. Somehow landing a kick, his grip on Davey loosened and Davey slipped down, just as the kid with the knife was swinging his arm out wildly, catching Davey’s arm and chest. He could tell it was shallow, but the pain was almost overwhelming. Davey was crouched on the ground and fell forward, moving away from the two guys. The leader tsked and before Davey had a chance to move, swiftly kicked his jaw. He fell over into the dirt, groaning and trying to ignore the intense taste of copper in his mouth.

Davey moved to crawl away but was met again by a foot, this time to the ribs. He pushed his way to one of the walls of the alley as the leader stalked towards him, grimacing with every movement. His back to the wall, the older boy blocked him with his long limbs and started to repeatedly throw punches. Davey threw his hands up in defense, now screaming Jack’s name with each blow until he fell over, lying still against the cold ground. He wanted to cry, he wanted to give up, and he wanted so much for them to go away but they stayed.

The leader bent down, breathing in his ear, just as Jack had done not an hour earlier. Davey flinched and could barely make out his next words.

“You better hope I don’t run into you, or this Jack,” he mimicked the way that Davey cried out his name, “on these streets. Won’t be so gentle next time.” He whistled towards the other boys and they stalked out of the alley.

“Jack…” His voice croaked out, but no one could hear him. He slumped down, finally passing out in pain.

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I have a part two planned out in my head if anyone is interested, just send me a message :)