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Albert can do a full split btw ..... just thought u guys would want to know ..... he also regularly does backflips because they're fun and he likes showing off
Jack can't contain his emotions in just his body. he externalises his love, his anguish, his hate, his frustration into any medium that will bend to his will just enough to become his own. His paintings not only depict beautiful landscapes, but also the freedom he wants; the freedom he needs. The music he listens to is filled to overflowing with annotations and marks only jack can hear; the way certain songs get him crying.
Jack only sees himself as a husk- a skeleton of what could have been, if only Jack was given a little more. If only jack had been given a family, he might not have more than half of his personality and traumas displayed on his walls. If jack had been given a family, maybe he would just be better. Maybe it would all be fixed.
Maybe he wouldn't need to move to Santa Fe.
javey au methinks...
HOOOOOLLLYYYY SHIT THATS JAVEY
(it's a minecraft build of a college dorm and it's exactly how I imagine javey's room would look, especially in @pigeonwit 's fics)
I NEEEEEEEED modern javey nyc Christmas ......... assistant davey x busker jack .... Christmas Day .... it's snowing ..... maybe even cafe au ......... all rugged up ..... LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT ............. WAHHHHHHH ...
javey. dave is performing with an orchestra and has like 3 massive solos, jacks come to support bc why wouldn't he come watch his crush best friend perform the performance of his LIFE.
the performance goes REALLY well, davey absolutely eats it up, and finds jack after the concert and they walk home tgt to their shared dorm. along the walk, davey complains and complains how hot his concert blacks are and then as soon as their dorm door closes, the tie and the shirt and the shoes all come off at once. davey is a master at taking clothes off fast, and now all he's in are a pair of pants fitted very nicely around the waist.
jack falls over dave goes jack what happened are you feeling lightheaded, jack tries to remain suave as this Hot Ass Man is helping him up and rubbing his back consolingly .... then they kiss or whatever
hc that davey cracks his bones a lot and it always terrifies jack
jack would absolutely devour those Chinese incense asmr videos ... like davey puts one on and jack is Gone .. he's lasered in ... razor focussed on that video ....
davey.........
hiii.. im insane abo ut easy flustered jack/confident davey…
have we considered davey learns spanish for jack and then says something to him outa nowhere and jack js. does a double take. resets to factory conditions.. thoughts?
REAL OMFG
factory settings jack he just kinda stares dumbly at davey and says 'que' with the most dumbfounded look on his face ,.. davey giggles and that puts jack back to normal mode (normal mode is blushing like crazy and trying to remain normal but his voice is shaky from being flustered does that make sense)
davey learns the phrase 'you are so handsome' btw
hs au javey where Davey (in a fit of frustration and sensory nightmares) takes off his shirt in the changing room during phys ed ... he usually goes into a stall but not today he just doesn't have the time, patience or willingness for it, plus it's empty right now ... cue jack stepping into the room right as davey's shirt comes off and immediately turning the other direction because oh my god is it disrespectful he's so fine fuck am I meant to look is it okay to look does he have abs????
and davey's like 'hey .... jack .....'
and jacks like 'IMSOSORRYWAITNOIDIDNYMEANIJUSTTHOUGHT' and Davey has to physically take a step back ....
and obviously crutchie and Katherine hear about it later but you knew that already
Davey keeps him close, flattening himself to Jack's back - he could blame the small bed if he wanted, blame the cold or whatever else, but there's no denying the thrumming in his chest, the determined want of 'keep here, stay here, right here with me'. Jack tenses for a moment, muscles seizing in reflexive panic, and Davey's worried he's wrecked it for a moment before Jack sighs, melts, presses the curve of his back against the sturdy bow of Davey's chest, like a fawn huddling into a shelter, away from the wind and wilderness.
"Spoons..." Jack murmurs, his tone more sleep-drunk than actually drunk now. "Just two li'l spoons..."
"That's right, Jackie," Davey curls his arms around Jack's soft stomach. It's possessive in a way that normally makes him sick, but he has to, has to know that Jack's there, has to let Jack know that he's not going anywhere, and neither is Davey. "You just sleep now, yeah? You go right to sleep, Jackie-love..."
He keeps doing that, murmuring sweet things into Jack's ear, petting along his stomach the way he does to Les when he's sick, the way Jack does to every stray kid who needs a warm touch. He's always doing that, Davey thinks, just on the edge of bitter - giving away all his warmth, letting people seep it out of him. It's kind, so achingly kind, but Davey can't help but wonder how long Jack's been doing that, shivering for the sake of someone else's warmth. Jack Kelly, protector of strays, patron saint of never knowing when to quit.
davey who finds all of jacks drawings- not just of him, but of everybody in jacks life. candid pictures of crutchie, race, albert, katherine- literally everybody jack knows. but as davey's snooping (because he just cannot resist) he finds a picture of a middle-aged man, drawn with considerably less refined penmanship than the others. it's labeled as 'pops' in fading pencil.
jack's father. ... oh.
davey slips it back between the two landscapes it was nestled in, but makes sure to make the corner visible- so jack might see it and consider drawing it again.
he also makes sure to snap a mental picture of the drawing labeled 'davey gazes into the distance <3' before he places the papers back into their tube and back under jack's scruffy pillow.
fuck dude I'm so sad tn . anyway jack doesn't know how to grieve ... both his parents died when he was too young to grieve ... he didn't understand that was how it worked yet . when jack lost his father, he just kept moving ... that's what he always told him to do. 'don't worry, my boy, don't worry. just keep moving. never stop moving, boy. you hear me?'
jack keeps moving. he moves and moves and moves until Davey stops him like a brick wall. one night, davey hugs him just right and jack dissolves. all of a sudden, davey feels tears soaking through his shirt, and feels jack sob. he hugs jack tighter . everything rushes back to jack. the warmth of his little bedroom, his dad's cooking. he never knew his mom, but his dad was better than jack thinks a mom could have ever been.
all of a sudden, jack realises that his father is gone. forever. he died almost 9 years ago.
and fuck, jack never stopped moving for long enough to realise.
consider clean freak jack who just never had the opportunity to be clean, being homeless & a newsie ... when he moves in with Davey, Davey sees a massive shift in his behaviour and how he looks. all of a sudden, he's always devoid of dirt and his hair is always fluffy and clean. his clothes are immaculate, and davey, now seeing jack how he looks normally, is SO smitten. all of a sudden, jack has freckles???? he blushes super easily,??? there's just so many small details that davey never saw when jack was grimy ...
“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.”
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.”
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 ....