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“Look.” Jack murmurs quietly, pointing at the lights above them. “Big Dipper.”
“No, it isn’t.” Davey says immediately, because he’s a proud know-it-all and must prove it at all times. “It’s just the only constellation you know. You can point to any square-ish set of stars and say it’s the Big Dipper and no one would know the difference.”
Jack scoffs indignantly and jabs him with his fork, sticky with marshmallow fluff.
“You find it, then!”
Davey grabs Jack’s hand and points it to the left.
“There.”
“Really?”
“No.”
tell me soft javey thinks….
in exchange for a picture of a jemlyfish
TEEHEEEEEE TY FOR THE JEMLYFISH! here r your javey thinks .......
jack cold at night, and davey's working late at a bar :( jack can't sleep, Davey n him aren't dating yet .... but davey comes home bone tired, he sees jack shivering .... he snuggles up .... they sleep .... jack is all giggly and davey is too tired to notice or care ...
and also consider jack leaning on davey and slowly falling asleep on his shoulder while he reads davey's book ....
and also consider jack biting davey because he has no other way to externalise affection .....
jack curled up in his bed in college, cramps kicking his ass into next week ... davey comes home, and immediately puts his hand on jacks crampy bit and jack literally fixes up immediately .. davey has massive warm hands btw :)
ok so you know how sometimes if someone's in a really stressful situation their period just doesn't come ... consider ftm jack who gets his first period at 16-17 because his whole life has been soooo stressful ... finally in a brief period of calmness (maybe it's just after the strike or something???) he get his period and has NO IDEA what to do ... like he's never been in this situation, the only woman he talks to is Katherine .... he's properly stuck ... like he doesn't leave his bed ... and when he actually cannot take it anymore (cramps kicking his ass and he's well and truly bled thru his pants) he decides to suck it up ... who does he go to??? SPOT MOTHERFUCKING CONLON ... he could go to Kath but he knows she would judge ... and even tho jack and spot don't talk too much jack knows she won't judge and her and the rest of the brooklyn newsies can prob give him supplies AND tips ... win win ... anyway spot had no idea jack was even trans and gave him multiple tips on like everything (including binding in a way that isn't harmful) anyway spot conlon is a hardcore girls girl and jack has no idea what a woman is
Jack looks at him for a moment, blinking slowly as the gears click in his drunken brain, as he takes in the tight line of Davey's mouth, the knot in his jaw, the clench of his fists. His smile quivers, crumples like wet paper, and his whole body tears itself around a sharp, pained sob.
“Jack?!” Davey blinks, suddenly off-kilter, like he’d been punched in the stomach.. “What’s wrong, what happened-?”
“I got nothin’, Dave,” Jack laughs wetly, his mouth squared in a poor impersonation of a smile, all stretched and wrong. A crayon drawing, a caricature. How long has he been posing? “Got nothin’ at all. Ain’t that funny? All these folks got me, and I got nothin’.”
“Jack-“
“I could be anyone’s.” Jack hiccups. “Anyone at all, y’know? S’long’s they were nice enough. An’ I give all these little bits o’ me every day, and no one-“ He shudders, quivers out a laugh like it’s funny, like this is all some cosmic joke. “No one wants ‘em. No one wants me, Davey…”
“Hey!” Davey lurches forward, his body not knowing anything other than help Jack, hold Jack. He grabs him by the shoulders, supports Jack’s limp body with his own, like a shield, like armour. “That’s not true, you understand? We want you. We want you right where you are.”
Jack shakes his head, curling forward until his brow meets Davey’s collarbone, a feeble prayer. He quakes against him, hiccupping broken laughs, dampening Davey’s shirt with tears.
“No one’s mine…” He whimpers, like he didn’t even hear a word Davey’d said, like they weren’t real at all. “I’m everyone’s, all the time, and no one’s mine.”
how they aleep btw
Javey go stargazing on top of a building, the feelings are big and raw and decidedly there. Davey compares jack to the stars and jack doesn't know how to respond. Jacks emotions are so big he doesn't know how to express it with words, so he expresses it with touches. Lying down shoulder to shoulder with Davey, sitting them both up just so he can gently trace his knuckles over the perfect curves and corners of davey's face. The reflection of the galaxy in his eyes, the breeze tossing pollen and dust over his features.
Jack doesn't know how to deflect, as he does with so many things, the way Davey's eyes fill with absolute love when he looks at jack. He's never seen this much love come out of one person, directed at him. The city can't see them up on top of this building, the newsies aren't here to laugh and jeer and make fun of jack when he fits himself into Davey's shadow sometimes.
And he might only get this chance once.
He kisses Davey like it's the last time he'll ever see him, like when the sun begins to rise, Davey will dissolve into the morning air.
Davey kisses back, smiling like he's meeting an old friend.
On that night they feel complete. So fully, truly complete.
this is javey
jack who thinks he's suave but his idea of flirting is shadow boxing and bantering
ok so. jack was denied physical touch for all of his life, and the newsies aren't really big on it. jack sought out physical touch through playful slaps and shadow boxing, and flopping his arm over someone's shoulder as inconspicuously as possible.
Davey sees straight through it ... and he lets jack do his thing. lets jack shadow box him and rub his shoulders and offer to give him back massages and beat him up out of love ... because he knows jack needs that kind of validation ... (meanwhile jacks thinking he's the most inconspicuous guy ever)
so when jack starts gravitating towards davey, davey takes that as a success . jack feels safe around him ... and davey knows, especially regarding jacks past, that this is a feat. to be this close with jack, who only ever let his walls all the way down around crutchie ...
and when jack confesses thag he has feelings for davey, Davey can't help but celebrate on the inside. sure, he's had feelings for jack for ages too, but davey takes the greatest joy in the fact that he is one of jacks few safe people ....
love when characters have to have a domestication arc before you can even consider giving them a redemption arc
Davey is more like a winter's day. The appeal of the cool snow on a bright morning, but the promise of a warm fireplace and a hot chocolate, should you get too cold. His eyes are blue as a cloudy day can be- that is to say, more gray, but just as deep and promising of rain -and sparkle in candlelight and sunlight and lamp light; sparkle with the promise of warmth, despite the breeze blowing within them, tousling his hair, sweeping across his face, tinging his nose pink and dusting pollen freckles across his cheeks.
dude what are the newsies birthdays .... like are there canon days or is it just headcanons ......
okay so this is that self indulgent javey oneshot ...
it gets an eeny bit spicy towards the end but it's like only a little bit ...
consider this my bday gift to you guys !
Jack and David didn't realise it had gotten dark out until they could see their reflections clearly in the windows.
They weren't alone, of course, many other late night studiers still sat at their own desks, but Jack and Davey were lucky to be separated from most others by some rows of bookshelves.
And in the mellow lights from overhead, Davey's unkempt curls made shadows on his face, illuminating and accentuating his high cheekbones, sun-kissed freckles and roman nose. Jack watched the way his long fingers glided across the pages of his textbook, occasionally dropping to the desk to pick up a highlighter. Jack watched the way his eyebrows drew together as he reread a passage, the way his cool blue eyes blinked a few times.
God, he was inconceivably pretty. Jack is a very lucky man.
Davey glanced up at Jack, once quickly, as if to check what Jack was doing, then again, realising Jack's eyes were already on him.
Davey shot him a questioning look and a smile, and Jack grinned back. He watched Davey's tongue as it swiped across his beautiful soft lips, and watched those elegant fingers tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Watched as he parted his lips slightly, to sigh, resting his head on his hands, gazing at Jack.
God, what Jack wouldn't give to have his lips on Davey's right about now. It was a never-fail remedy after a long day.
Davey must have read Jack's mind, because he smiled, that downward-pointed smile that Jack loved and Davey hated, and stood, waiting expectantly. Jack stood too, wincing as the squeak of his chair echoed in the near-silent room.
He let Davey take his hand and lead him into an aisle of books- philosophy, judging from the covers.
See, their university was very old. Solid-oak-wood-shelves type old. So solid, in fact, that the only noise was a quiet 'oof!' as Davey turned, his back against a shelf, grabbed Jack's collar, and pulled him in close.
'Hey.' Davey whispered, smiling coyly.
'Hey.' Jack replied, feeling blush heat his cheeks. 'God, you're beautiful.'
Davey circled his fingers on Jack's shoulder, whisper-giggling. God, talk about seductive.
Jack let one hand rest on Davey's hip, the other on his cheek, and gently connected their lips. Electricity flowed through him, like it was their first kiss all over again. Davey smiled, pulling Jack impossibly closer as he opened his mouth, giving Jack's tongue entrance. Jack gladly obliged, running his tongue over the inside of the mouth he knew so well. He sighed happily against Davey's mouth, moving both hands down to the other boy's hips.
When Jack pulled away for breath, he took great care in memorising every detail of Davey's face. His lips, now teasing a new, slightly bruised look. His nose and cheeks, dusted pink. His eyes, storm-blue and horribly sparkly. His pupils, blown wide.
Jack lifted one hand just inside Davey's shirt, dragging his thumb over the jut of his hip-bone, revelling in the way Davey seemed to vibrate at the feeling.
'God, you're...' Jack whispered, unable to find the right words. 'Just incredible.'
'You too.' Davey sighed more than said. He gazed dreamily at Jack, making his heart skip a beat. 'Tu es plus beau que le soleil... j'ai besoin de toi.' Davey murmured, moving a hand to play with Jack's bottom lip.
'Fuck, Dave...' Jack whispered. 'You can't just talk to me like that.'
'Like what?' Davey asked innocently, snaking his arms around Jack's shoulders. 'Comme ça?'
'You know I think it's sexy.' Jack groaned, dropping his head into the crook of Davey's shoulder.
'Tu es adorable, mon amour.' Davey whispered in the most silky tone Jack had ever heard. 'Tu aimes quand je parle comme ça, n'est-ce pas?'
Jack had no idea what Davey could possibly be saying, but man oh man was it doing a number on him. And his dick. And it sure did not go unnoticed, seeing as Jack had pulled his hips flush to Davey's at some point.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Davey's mouth. 'Ah chérie, tu es déjà excitée?' Aha. Jack knew that one. Excitée. Horny. 'Juste d'après mes mots?' Davey took on a more teasing tone, which only turned Jack on more. 'Oh, mon beau garçon.'
'Oui.' Jack grunted, letting Davey rub his back, almost sympathetically. And Davey had the audacity to giggle, and it was just about the most sultry giggle Jack had heard from him.
'Dave.' Jack tried to sound stern, but it came out more pleading. 'Gimme a break.'
Davey leaned in close to Jack's ear, and whispered, obviously now trying (and succeeding, the little bitch) to sound seductive, 'Non, pas pour toi, mon amour.'
Jack physically couldn't contain it. He ground his hips up, into Davey's, slowly and needily. Davey gasped quietly, not expecting the sensation.
'Jack!' He sounded scandalised. 'We are in a library!'
'Oh, and the library was just fine when you were talking dirty to me in French?' Jack snapped back playfully.
'I was not talking dirty!' Davey placed a hand on his chest defensively. 'I had no idea it was having an effect on you!'
Jack looked pointedly down at his now obvious boner, pressed against Davey. Davey snorted. 'Okay, well, that is not my fault.'
'It is so your fault.' Jack frowned. 'Can we get out of here?'
'Only if you use my textbook to hide your situation.'
'Oh, you asshole. You're about to have your own situation.'
'Can I have my situation at home?'
'You asshole.'
Davey shrugged. 'At least I have a situation that's under control.'
'Say sorry. Right now. Or I'm taking care of my situation, right here right now.'
'Jesus!' Davey held his hands up placatingly. 'I'm sorry. .... Mon amour.'
'You ass.'
i think about the scene before watch what happens (reprise) all the time. i think about the fact that davey and kath (who are always seen as the smart ones solely because they have an education) have no idea how to deal with a severely traumatized jack. i think about “the guy who paints places hes never seen is calling us crazy” and “lighten up no one died” all the time. i think about how they have no idea what to say to jack because all of them are just Children and kath and davey will never experience 99% of the trauma jacks endured his whole life. i think about how race would have been Perfect in that moment to talk to jack because unlike davey and kath he understands exactly how jacks feeling because he misses crutchie just as much & has witnessed the way jack reacts for Years. i think about how that scene really shows the difference between jack kath and davey perfectly and it works So well.
just finished writing an EXTREMELY self indulgent javey oneshot .................... who wants to read it I'll post it tmr maybe ...
Davey speaks french and it fucks jack up ... they're also in a library so it's all whispering ....
Davey trying to sell newspapers
SPRINTS INTO YOUR ASK BOX, doubles over panting .
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.
davey talking to jack in French bc he knows it makes jack weak in the ole knees ...... however consider jack rebutting by pulling Davey in real close by the collar and teasing him with the whisper of a kiss ... however consider Davey continuing to say sweet nothings in French and jack folds ... he just cannot beat davey's confidence and put-together ness at all times .... in short confident davey who knows how to get jack wrapped around his little finger and jack who is unaware it's happening until Davey has him (literally? figuratively? you decide) pinned against a wall and he looks up into daveys grey-blue eyes and /god/ that smirk of his and he's weak at the knees but davey has him completely cornered ...... 'i win, Jackie.' 'IT WASNT A COMPETITION?????'
might write shithead confident davey idk idk
night time bus ride javey.... davey falls asleep on jacks shoulder .... jack has some emotions to work thru ...... pining javey .... on the bus ... close quarters ... it's night time .... maybe they're tipsy ...
crutchie is a BIG fun socks guy ... he's got at least 10 pairs of utterly odd and colourful socks ... davey on the other hand only owns black socks and jack only owns white socks ..
rewatching livesies for like the 15th time ... davey inviting jack home to dinner THE FIRST DAY THEY MET????????????? true love
consider jack and Davey growing up together ... davey is medda's son and jack often hides away in the theatre ... they become good friends over the years and fall in love or something .... I just need my childhood friends to lovers fix ...
picture this: davey when jack betrays the newsies ...... davey had just realised he had fallen with jack, this boy who he thought was sent from heaven .. he was going to tell him after the rally .. but jacks betrayal left him feeling heartbroken . davey sitting on a roof, watching New York, too numb to cry . the boy he thought he had loved ... only for his own personal gain ... davey feels used . unloved . completely useless ........ cue that mitski song ...
Tipsy Davey is a lovely Davey, easy to blush and fluster – it doesn’t take much more than a smile to send him giggling into his glass, and it drives Jack’s own ego to dangerous heights. He could spend whole nights murmuring compliments in Davey’s ear, tracing his knuckle against Davey’s thigh, listening to him giggle against Jack’s own temple, feebly nudging him away (and letting him come right back) and mumbling "Jackie, stop…" without meaning a word of it.
And then there’s Drunk Davey, when his flush settles high on his cheeks and his bashfulness settles with it. He loses that nervousness he keeps underneath his skin that’s always pulling him back just a little, telling him not to come on too strong. He touches freely, whispers the pads of his fingertips over Jack’s wrists enough to drive him insane, sweeps over the bridge of Jack’s freckled nose and murmurs, “Glory be to God for dappled things…”. The bitter little middle-schooler that still lives in Jack’s mind has always thought that poetry was something just too dorky to be attractive, but that bitter little middle-schooler sure shuts the hell up when Davey whispers pretty things in Jack’s ear on a dark corner of the dance floor. Jack’s not complaining at all.
And then there’s Jack’s favourite – Truly Shitfaced Davey. He’s a rare gift, reserved only for New Years, birthdays and Halloween parties, if his costume is slutty enough. Jack can recount every single Truly Shitfaced Davey encounter he’s ever had, and while they’re nowhere near as suave as Drunk Davey, they are by all means his favourites.
“Face,” Davey mumbles, poking Jack’s cheek and marvelling at the squish of it. Jack has to bite his lip not to laugh.
“Yeah, babe?” He asks sweetly, because he is a wonderful boyfriend, thank you very much.
“Your face… It – you…” Davey’s face pinches as he tries to find his words underneath the drunk haze that’s blanketing his brain. He promptly gives up and groans, waving an arm dismissively as he burrows into Jack’s side. “S’good.”
Jack grins, pressing a kiss to the curls tickling his face. He gives up on trying to stifle his smile – Davey’s too drunk to care, and far too drunk to notice the way he’s staring inquisitvely at Jack’s lips the way he usually stares at a good book.
“Thanks, Davey-mine. Your face is good, too.”
Davey stares at him for a moment, mouth squared and silent for a little too long, until he makes a strangled little squeak and ducks his face into Jack’s neck.
“Shuddup!” He orders as Jack laughs, but he can’t help it. As much as he loves Davey when he’s reciting sonnets from memory, he especially loves him speechless, if only for the novelty of it.