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javey oneshot in a storm at night, jack stays the night at davey's and they're both exhausted so emotions come to the forefront a little faster than usual .......
PLEASE . PLEASE .... I would cry ..... bee ily so much ... bonus points if jack gets a shower for the first time since Davey has met him and he's all clean and pretty ...
bee I would cry ... no pressure tho !!!! I love ur writing so much ...
(Note: I’m super sorry that this was so late, but I absolutely loved writing this! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for requesting something! 😁)
Jack watched Davey from the doorway as the taller boy turned the next page of his book, humming softly to himself and methodically tapping the cover of the book, almost perfectly in time with the rain pummeling the ground outside.
It was darker than it should have been, thanks to the storm, but Jack didn’t mind one bit. Davey’s face looked warm and soft in the candlelight, a far cry from the expression the world usually knew, the one framed by lines of worry and tired eyes.
He seemed so peaceful that Jack felt as if he was watching a moment more private than it was, his friend’s outer shell stripped away and leaving him vulnerable.
Davey glanced up, smiling when he saw Jack in the doorway, and a blush spread across the other newsie’s face as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling quite small.
“Hey, Jackie,” Davey greeted him, scooting over and patting the ground beside him, not noticing Jack’s face getting warmer as he sat down. He nodded at a small bead of water on Jack’s arm, left from where he didn’t dry it. “Feel better?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah,” Jack replied, running a hand through his damp hair. “Thanks for lettin’ me stay, by the way.” He shot him a smile. “Means a lot.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble.” Davey yawned softly, and Jack felt a pang of longing shoot through him, one which he tried to ignore. There’s no way he feels the same, Jack, he scolded himself.
Gaining a tiny bit of courage, Jack threw a relaxed arm around Davey, nearly nodding off in the combined warmth of both the wool coat he’d borrowed and Davey’s form next to him.
He was exhausted. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this tired- maybe the strike? No matter how long it had been, Jack’s mind was in shambles.
He felt Davey shift, wrapping his arms around him, snuggling into his neck. Jack fought back the urge to kiss him right then and there, opting instead to reach over and tangle their hands together, chuckling softly as Davey glanced up at him with a lazy smile.
“You’re amazing. You know that, right?” Davey whispered, closing his eyes and leaning into Jack’s arms. “I can see why Kath likes you so much.”
“Really?” Jack asked, wondering if he’d heard him correctly. “What does that mean?”
Davey looked up at him, a peculiar look in his eyes- one that Jack had never seen before, one that told him all he needed to know. You know what it means.
Perhaps it was that look, or maybe the drunken tiredness they both felt, but Jack leaned forward and kissed him, pulling him closer. Davey’s lips were soft, just like he’d imagined, and he tasted like cinnamon and warmth. Davey smiled into the kiss, and Jack gave him a final peck before pulling back, still holding him tight.
“It’s late,” Davey muttered, laying his head on Jack’s shoulder and closing his eyes. Jack rubbed small circles into his back, his heart full to the brim with love.
“G’night, Dave,” he whispered. “Sleep well.”
From then until the sun rose, there was no sound save for the rain pattering lightly on the window, soothing the two boys to sleep in each other’s embrace.
OHHH OK @toffyrats ty for the clarification!!!!
hey chat yhhhhh does racetrack higgins have a real name ... is his legal name racetrack .... because that's so funny .... nonbinary ass name ..... any race expert moots in the rbs does race have a Name
ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.
confident davey is my favorite trope and i think we need more of it. hear me out.
jack, being known as the confident and charismatic leader of the manhattan newsies, always shamelessly flirting with anyone he can, never afraid to push the Delancy brothers (and others’) buttons, he’s jack kelly for christ’s sake. and then davey shows up, and everyone thinks he’s this uptight, quiet smart kid who has no business being on the streets selling papers, but he’s the first person who is able to get Jack Kelly to shut up and listen. so now the newsies are aware there’s something special about this kid, and they start to notice even more when jack loses his ability to think or function or act like his usual charming self the moment davey walks into the room.
idk maybe i’m a sucker for the old “nobody makes me lose my composure except this one person” trope. but like!! davey who shamelessly compliments jack in front of others!! davey who isn’t afraid to kiss him on the cheek at family dinner!! davey who has total control over jack’s charisma and he knows it!!
RESULTS OF POLL 1
what should jack's bday be in my apartment au??
I’m the same anon that sent you the song before, and I finished my Ralbert playlist :)
thoughts?
strawberry wine - Noah Kahan Dawning of Spring - Anson Seabra State of Grace (acoustic version) - Taylor Swift New Years Day - Taylor Swift Close Behind - Noah Kahan Be my Mistake - The 1975 Anyway - Noah Kahan John my Beloved - Sufjan Stevens
EEEEE OK WAIT ILL MAKE A RALBERT PLAYLIST WITH THOSE SONGS RNNNN TY ANON!!!!!!!!
“I thought I saw you sneak up here,” Jack murmurs.
“...I just needed some air,” Davey says in a thin, quiet voice, staring determinedly out into the darkness.
“Got room for one more?” Jack asks, stepping closer.
Davey gives a tiny shrug, wrapping his arms around himself. Taking this as permission, Jack clambers up onto the ledge and sits down beside him, not quite close enough to touch, letting his legs dangle over the edge.
The silence stretches on and on, as vast as the expanse of sky overhead. Hesitant, Jack allows it to linger for a long, breathless moment, and he’s honestly not sure if he’s trying to gather his thoughts or his nerve.
But finally he says, “Ain’t seen much’a you tonight. Ain’t seen much’a you in ages, really.”
He pauses there, trying to judge Davey’s reaction to his gentle prodding. But Davey doesn’t move, doesn’t even turn to face him, as still and stone-faced as a statue.
The pit in Jack’s stomach grows even wider.
Aloud he continues, “And I’m not tryin’ ta point fingers, Dave, but I’m startin’ to worry that somethin’s gone wrong between us. Horribly wrong. Maybe—“ He sucks in a breath. “Maybe so wrong that it can’t be fixed.”
He wants Davey to reassure him, to explain away the unease that colors their every interaction, why each conversation seems to end with a thousand words left unspoken. To say that it’s all going to be okay.
But he doesn’t say anything. Not a single, godforsaken word, and somehow, out of everything, that’s what cuts the deepest.
JAVEY FAN ART JAVEY FANART i’m really proud of this eat up y’all ‼️‼️‼️‼️
Romeo is nearly asleep when he feels Albert rapidly gain weight on the other side of his bed.
He hears a whisper; 'Al, you awake?'
A returning whisper; 'Yeah.'
A quiet chu.
'Race, we can't do this here,' this whisper was barely louder than a breath. 'Romeo's right there.'
'He's asleep, we'll be fine.' Chu.
The bed sags even more.
'What if Romeo gets up early and finds you sleeping next to me?'
'That's a problem for the morning. Stow the seriousity.'
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