#jojo de la guerra
Warnings: none
Summary: What they do for you on your anniversary
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Jack Kelly: Paints a portrait of you
Davey Jacobs: Definitely the type to propose
Crutchie Morris: Takes you on a small vacation
Racetrack Higgins: Mini golf date
Spot Conlon: He takes you to the beach for the whole day
Albert DaSilva: Amusement park date
Finch Cortez: Bakes for you
JoJo De La Guerra: Makes you a nice little video
Darcy: Gets you flowers and chocolates
Bill: Gives you a promise ring
Katherine Plumber: Takes you to a fancy restaurant
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Tag List:
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Warnings: homophobia, fighting, injuries (blood)
A/N: the amount of times I almost accidentally write who Red actually is, is very frustrating haha
Summary: Davey never understood why he wouldn’t come out to his friends. Half of them were just like him, yet he was still scared to admit it outloud. That’s where Red came in, he was scared too.
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Davey and Oscar stood in the secluded part of the library, both of them arguing back and forth for the majority of the morning. Davey couldn’t believe he was in this situation. A few weeks ago he’d never even talked to Oscar, and now they were both arguing over his secret identity that no one else knew about except for Red.
“Maybe if you were a nicer guy she’d say yes.” Davey explained, earning a glare from Oscar. A gasp left Davey’s mouth when his back hit one of the bookshelves, Oscar’s face only inches away from his.
“You have two days Jacobs. Two days, or everyone will know.” Oscar spat in his face before shoving him back against the shelf, leaving Davey standing there in shock.
There was no way Davey would be able to convince Sarah to go out with Oscar in two days. Davey pushed himself off the shelves, grabbing his backpack off the floor and he started to make his way to class with his thoughts spinning around in his head. He didn’t have to think much longer, a commotion in the hall drawing his attention away from his class when he saw a group of kids gathered around with some cheering.
Davey pushed his way to the front, freezing in place when he saw what was happening. There his friend laid limp on the floor as a few guys were kicking the life out of him, a pool of blood already on the floor. Davey stared in shock and horror, the fight only being ended when the school’s security came to pull everyone apart, Davey’s friend being rolled out in a stretcher. The whole rest of his day Davey was stuck with the image in his head, and he was filling with fear with each passing second.
It hadn’t been until dinner that Davey actually started acting normal, feeling safer, but not fully safe, in his own home. He picked at his food, not paying attention to any of the conversations. No one noticed he was quiet, usually he’d stay that way during dinner, only wanting to listen to everyone’s day, but once Sarah started talking about that morning, he couldn’t help but give his full attention.
“A fight happened at school today.” She explained making everyone look at her. “Some guys were beating on Race for being gay, he had to be carried out of the school.” She continued and Davey’s dad shook his head.
“That Anthony never learns. His parents have talked to him about the clothes he wears. He brought it upon himself.” Mr. Jacobs explained making Davey’s blood boil. “If a boy is going to go around dressing in girls clothes, then he should expect it to turn a few heads.” He continued, pushing Davey over the edge.
“Just because Race likes to wear girls clothes doesn’t give anybody the right to touch him, and you have no right to judge him if you weren’t there!” Davey exclaimed.
“David.” Mrs. Jacobs warned but Davey shook his head.
“He’s my friend! He didn’t deserve to be treated that way no matter what he was wearing. If no one came to get him they would have killed him. You didn’t see how he looked, but I did, there was nothing okay with that. He doesn’t deserve to die because you think people who dress like him deserve to be treated like crap.” Davey explained, his voice shaking as he stood up, leaving his untouched food on the table and his chair left pushed out while he made his way to his room, ignoring his father’s calls after him.
A few days had passed and Davey still couldn’t get the picture of Race out of his head. There was a school assembly on what had happened, and Davey couldn’t help but think of it. Half way through the assembly it hit Davey that he hadn’t been messaging Red, and he pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message.
Subject: Parents
From: [email protected] To: [email protected]
Hey, Red I have to apologize for not talking in the past few days. Did you see what happened Monday morning? I hope you didn’t, I think it’s the worst thing I’ve seen in my entire life. To make things worse my dad heard about it and actually blamed it on what the guy was wearing. I really don’t think I’m coming out to them now. - SomebodyNobody
Davey shuddered at the memory, placing his phone back on his lap until it buzzed again.
Subject: re:Parents
From: [email protected] To: [email protected]
I heard about it, but I can’t imagine even seeing it, I hope it wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be. I hope you’re feeling better, Nobody. - Red
Before Davey could get a response his attention was pulled back to the stage, his eyes bugging out at what was on the screen. He’d been too busy with his own things he forgot the two days were up the day before, his worst nightmare staring him in the face.
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Warnings: smut, first time
Summary: your first time with the boys
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Racetrack Higgins & Albert DaSilva
- Why both of them together?
Threesome bitches - It’s not any of your first times
- But it’s your first time together
- Let’s just say these boys leave you SATISFIED
JoJo De La Guerra
- Poster boy for the word wholesome
- Asks how you feel every five seconds
- It’s a bit adorable if you’re being honest
- Despite the constant check ins, he gets the job done
Buttons
- He handles your nerves like a pro
- Knows exactly what you need
- Like JoJo checks on you a countless amount of times
- CEO of aftercare
Specs
- This boy knows what he’s doing
- It’s like your toes are permanently curled the whole time he touches you
- The sheets are almost pulled off the side of the bed when he’s done
- You’d almost forgotten you’d been nervous before hand
Tommyboy
- He’s so shy but tries to act like he knows what he’s doing
- You can tell, but you let him think he’s doing everything like a pro
- But he’s not bad for it being his first time
- You both end up switching positions and the inexperienced comes out in him
Bill
- Thought it’d be wholesome didn’t you? Well its rough or as rough as a first time can be
- It’s very lovey dovey but also verrrrrry passionate
- You can’t even walk the next day
- But it’s worth it to you
Darcy
- Your first time is very wholesome
- I’m talking candlelit room
- Darcy is very very gently with you
- You had nothing to compare him to, but you could only assume that was the best sex you’d ever get
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Tag List:
Jack Kelly actually being a girl and still being leader of the Manhattan newsies
-via me listening to the album right now and hearing Davey call Jack, Jackie (this has probably already been thought of so oops)
When Les joins the Newsies he gets confused about his sexuality cause our boys are attractive.
(If you come at me saying Les is too young, no no one’s ever too young to question or be confused and it’s not like I’m saying he’s having sex or something so… have a nice day :p)
Jack Kelly: full blown bisexual
Davey Jacobs:bi-curious (once he met Jack haha)
Crutchie Morris:gay (I don’t make the rules :p)
Racetrack Higgins:trans guy (cause lots of people have this headcanon for some reason)
Albert DaSilva:ace/aro(just because of the headcanon I’ve written for him)
Spot Conlon:closeted gay (with tons of toxic masculinity)
JoJo De La Guerra:pansexual
Finch Cortez:queer (because I can’t think of anything else lol)
Romeo:drag queen (again, I don’t make the rules)
Bill Hearst:gay for Darcy
Darcy Reid:gay for Bill
Katherine Plumber:our lesbian queen
Les Jacobs:we support our questioning boy
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Masterlist 1 (anything before 3/6/20)
This is just here so I can have it linked and ready for next time, so if you guys already want to save it or whatever you do with masterlists then be my guest.
Updated: 6/1/20
Fandoms on this list: Newsies, Supernatural, Falsettos, The Outsiders, Twilight
Key: S- Smut, H- Headcanon, M- Male reader
Newsies
Jack Kelly
Crutchie Morris
David ‘Davey’ Jacobs
Spot Conlon
Racetrack Higgins
Albert DaSilva
JoJo De La Guerra
Finch Cortez
Morris Delancey
Specs
Sarah Jacobs
Darcy
Bill
Ships
All Newsies
- Sports
- April Fool’s Day (H)
- Quarantine (H)
- Change Your Mind
- First Time (SH) part onepart two
- Anniversaries (H)
Supernatural
Charlie Bradbury
Dean Winchester
Twilight
Edward Cullen
Alec Volturi
Falsettos
Whizzer Brown
The Outsiders
Sodapop Curtis
Dallas Winston
Johnny Cade
I know I didn’t write much in May, and I apologize for that, I’ve been going through a lot, and I’m hoping this month is better, but I can’t and won’t force myself to write because I don’t have many ideas. I hope everyone had a safe May and has an even safer June.
Warnings: homophobia, slurs, getting outed
A/N: There’s probably only going to be a few more parts to this series. I don’t know how many more yet, it depends how I write each part, but this series is unfortunately not going to be as long as the other two I’m currently working on. Also if anyone wonders why I never mention any of the other newsies it’s because if I do then it’s gonna be obvious who Red is. I’m sorry it isn’t that long but I had to leave a cliff hanger haha
Summary: Davey never understood why he wouldn’t come out to his friends. Half of them were just like him, yet he was still scared to admit it out loud. That’s where Red came in, he was scared too.
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Davey stared at the screen on the stage in shock, a picture of him with the rainbow as the background popped up on the screen, and a picture of his messages with Red next to the picture.
“Ladies and gents.” Oscar started, and all Davey could do was stare in horror. “A few months ago we all got emailed from a secret fag in our school. Now don’t be fooled, it’s not Davey, but Davey has been messaging him, and it turns out there’s more fags in our school than we thought. Just know Jacobs, wherever you’re sitting.” Oscar smirked as he pointed out into the crowd of students. “There will be no secrets at this school.” He finished, a few pictures popping up behind Oscar that showed Davey’s long night conversations with Red.
Davey stormed out of the auditorium, trying to hold back tears. Before he knew it he was followed by his friends, his sister not far behind. It didn’t matter how much support they were showing him, he already knew they’d be supportive and be there for him, but he didn’t know what this meant for his relationship with Red. Davey couldn’t remember the amount of times Red had made it clear he wasn’t ready to share who he was, or that he wasn’t ready to know who Davey was.
This proved to be true when the entire week Red had stopped emailing Davey. It didn’t matter how many times Davey tried to explain or how many times he told Red that he needed someone to talk to that knew how he felt, he got nothing in return. Although people at school were supportive, there were those who weren’t, and had started throwing around rumors and slurs at him just as they did to his friends. Sarah was the person who was there for Davey the most, listening to him rant about Red, finally understanding why he’d asked if she would go on a date with Oscar, and that’s when she had come up with a plan.
Subject: I’m Sorry
From: [email protected] To: [email protected]
Red, I’m sorry you had to find out who I was the way you did. I know you don’t want to talk anymore, so this is the last email I’ll send. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. Love, Davey
“After this you won’t make fun of me anymore for doing the morning announcements.” Sarah joked when she walked Davey in to give him access to the intercom. “Davey you can do this, okay? I’ll be here with you and when you go I’ll be there with you too.”
Davey nodded and grabbed the intercom with shaky hands, taking a deep breath before he pushed the button and started talking.
“Attention all students, if I can have your attention.” Davey explained calmly through the intercom, taking a break to look at his sister who gave him a small smile and thumbs up. “Now or never.” He muttered to himself before he started again.
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Davey: *Slaps Jack’s ass with a newspaper.
Me: hehehe… fucking gays.
Hey so just a question… i saw this thing… saying that they saw Newsies being taken off March 3rd or 5th??? I went on my Netflix and nothing was on there for it being taken down but can you all just check as well and make a complaint if it’s true cause if it is true if enough of us complain they most likely will not take it down, also rate it 5 stars even if you think it was like 4 or even a 3, do it so we can still enjoy it and have it up there
Home Pt. 1 The Confusion
A/N:Hey everybody I am really really excited for this! This is a Crutchie x reader. This idea came to me at 12 am and decided to start writing it so I hope you enjoy! Just know there will be more parts to this series, I don’t know when I’ll post the 2nd part but it’ll come within reasonable timing I promise!
WARNINGS:Angst, death, mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide, blood or wounds (idk if this one counts already with the abuse warning but I’ll just put it in there)
Summary: You had just been let go from the Refuge and meet some newsboys who seemed to be mistaken.
Word Count: 2K
You knew that this would be the end for you, after 3 long years of being locked up in the Refuge today was the day you were finally set free, though before you could enjoy your newfound freedom Snyder decided he needed to teach you one more lesson before you were let go. Afterwards he threw you into the nearest alleyway and left you there to die. There you were, hidden in an alley covered in blood, dirt and bruises from head to toe; curled up in the tightest ball your body would allow. You had tried to get further away from that horrible place you were in no shape to move anywhere far anytime soon.
“Hey are you alright?” Frightened by the sudden new voice you turned and scooted away from it, not saying a word you looked up to see a boy. He looked like one of those newsboys you would see through the window of the Refuge, the most distinctive feature you noticed about him was the kindness that radiated in his eyes but in this moment he looked more concerned. He adjusted his crutch and came a little closer to you but he kept his distance.
“You… you’se not much of a talker are you?” More silence, you weren’t sure what you wanted to say or even if you wanted to say anything at all, “Well my name is Crutchie and-” you smirked when you heard his name, you highly doubted that it was his real name but the nickname suited him well, he took notice of your smirk and gave a little chuckle to your expression. “yeah I’se know it sounds silly but I likes it, so what happened to you? Do you have any family? Any home?” You looked down when he said that, you did have a family but you were an only child and your family was more like people you lived with instead of the loving kind where you would see the mother and the father laughing and making jokes with the kid, the kind you saw out and about around the park, things only got worse when your mom was killed in a work accident your dad couldn’t handle it and took his own life shortly after. So you were all alone and only 11. Crutchie must have picked up on your sudden sadness and stretched his hand out to you.
“Hey why don’t you come with me? I know a place where you could earn some money and get a bed.” You were a little suspicious you spent one year living on the streets before Snyder decided that you should be sent to living hell and you learned quickly never to trust anyone so quickly but just the sincere look in his eyes softened you up a bit. You reached up for his outstretched hand but after momentarily forgetting about how badly injured you were you were snapped back into reality and fell back down and noticed that one of you began to bleed again and Crutchie looked down and his eyes went wide now that you weren’t curled up in the fetal position anymore he could see how badly beat up you were,
“Oh my god I’se didn’t realize how badly beaten up you was, stay here I’m gonna get some help alright.” He left you alone in a panicked pace, limped away as fast as he could, when he was out of sight you leaned against the brick wall and took deep breaths in and out and ripped off a long piece of the rags you called clothes, and wrapped it around the spot where you bled, which had happened to be your torso and tied it tightly, wincing from the pain you looked down and saw that you momentarily stopped the bleeding. You closed your eyes and began to take deep breaths again until you heard a familiar voice and heard footsteps, multiple. With Crutchie you saw two other boys with him, you scooted away again not sure of what to make of this even though you met Crutchie you still had to keep your guard up if you wanted to survive in this world. Crutchie seemed to pick up on your suspicion, “Don’t worry these guys are here to help you.” The two boys behind you gave you a reassured look, the one on Crutchie’s right side wore a blue long sleeve and a gray vest, he looked a little bit older than you and Crutchie, more of a leader, and to on his left side another boy, probably also the same age as you, almost the same type of clothing but with a cigar dangling from his mouth unlit.
“Well I ain’t the best at medical care but the boys back at the Lodging House get hurt frequently so you pick up a few things.” The boy in the blue crouched down, “Name’s Jack Kelly.” You gave wave and and the other boy piped up and said, “Oh and I’m Race.” You gave a puzzled look towards Crutchie and he explained, “Most of the boys have nicknames like Race and I.”
“Alright well let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” Jack pulled out bandages, cotton balls, and other forms of makeshift medical things from an old bag; you could tell that these boys probably didn’t have enough money so whatever in this bag was either traded with, made, or perhaps stolen. You noticed that Jack would try and fix you himself and that alone just made you more nervous, you never really liked physical contact and that anxiousness worsened through time, you stopped him and pointed to the stuff and then yourself hoping he would get the message that you wanted to do it yourself. After a few seconds of trying to process what you tried to tell him Jack handed you the stuff and you gave him a grateful smile. Turning to the side you began to fix your wounds. Jack turned to the other boys and talked in a hushed voice, though not hushed enough for you to overhear the conversation. Both Jack and Race grilled Crutchie on what he knew about you and why you were in the condition you were, his very obvious answer was: I don’t know. As you finished patching yourself up you tried to get up but it seemed impossible at this point, you silently cursed Snyder under your breath because you knew that all of your pain and suffering was because of him. The three boys see you try to get up and almost fall, Jack goes and tries to hold you upright and the second you come he touches you and you flinch and accidentally knock over a crate that was nearby and land back on the ground. Breathing deeply you faced the guys and they looked shocked and seemed to pity you, you silently cursed yourself for having such a reaction towards these guys, they were trying to help you.
“Listen, we’s ain’t gonna hurt you, we want to help you?” You looked up and it was Race talking to you, you gave a look that gave of how guilty you felt and Jack sat down next to you,
“Hey, its alright we aren’t gonna hurt you ok? Listen, Crutchie told us you were in the Refuge,” you look back up to Jack, knowing for a fact you did not tell any of that to Crutchie, hell, you haven’t even spoken a word to him yet, “no I mean, he thinks you were… were you?” Tears welling up you look down and nod, “I know what you’ve been through, I’ve been in there quite a few times myself.” He had been there. He also had his run-ins with Snyder, what a twisted way to share something in common with someone. “Look I’m gonna be honest with you: it’s about to get dark soon, so’s why don’t you come with us and become a newsie?” Crutchie walked closer to you and leaned down towards you, “You can make some money and get some food, also live in the Lodging House.” Race came by also, “And get some rest after what Snyder the Spider had done to you.” What was it with all the nicknames?
“So’s what do you say? You in?” Crutchie reached for your hand, you knew that this would be the best option for you, so you took his hand tried to get up this time letting Jack help up. You soon figured out that your legs were just so sore from everything Snyder had done to you, you hoped that they’ll get better with time… hopefully. You were asked multiple questions to which you replied the same way: silence. You figured it would be better this way to not say anything at all so all of your responses were either shrugs or nods.
By the time you all arrived at the Lodging House it was sunset and you could sorta walk on your own limping only a few times. You entered and you saw a big group of boys messing around, playing cards, laying on their beds, or eating some bread.
“Just wait here for a minute.” Jack turned to you and then turned back to the group of boys and yelled for their attention, “Hey! Everyone!” All of the boys settled down and turned their attention to Jack, “Alright! Now I would like you to meet our new friend and his name is… well he don’t talk much so we don’t know yet but we’ll find somethin’ for you, anyways-” Wait did he say he as in a boy? Your eyes went wide at your sudden realization: Jack, and most likely everyone in this room, thought you were a boy. You started to worry and your mind began to race thinking about the worst that could happen if they found out the truth about you. You were snapped back to reality when Crutchie touched your arm and you turned to him and he asked you, “Hey you alright?” You turned and faced his warm hazel eyes and and the softness in his smile made you suddenly glad that you chose to stay silent you simply nodded and you turned back to face Jack as he was finished wrapping up his speech, “-So let’s welcome our new member with open arms!” Everyone cheered and met you one by one, you learned that more than half of the boys had nicknames and that they all did the same thing everyday which would be sell papers and try to survive. When everything died down you went to look for a restroom and after awhile of searching you find it on the upper level where no one else was and you enter and lock the door and after 3 years of being in the Refuge you finally see yourself.
There’s so many bruises that you don’t even try to count them, there’s dried blood everywhere but what’s most distinctively different is your hair; your hair seemingly stopped growing, most likely because of the mistreatment your hair had been through with the pulling and all of the dirt in it. You decide to wash off the blood and afterwards your face is more clear but the bruises, new and old, hide your face. You knew that if the boys found out that you were actually a girl they would immediately remove you from the Lodging House, you were sure that there were rules against girls staying in a Lodging House with a bunch of boys. You looked at the mirror and saw a long shard of it was on the verge of falling out of place. Slowly you pull it out, you bring it to your hair and slice a piece to see if what you were thinking of would work. You hid the shard of glass beneath the sink and threw away the piece of hair. Was this a horrible plan? Yes. Would it work? Hopefully.
“Oh boy.”
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A/N:Hi there! Hope everyone like this and if you do maybe reblog it? Also I wanna get your input as to what you all think the nickname should be??? I’m having trouble figuring it out so I would like to see what you all think? Just send me a message or anon also if you want to be on the tag list reblog and or just send an ask (not on anon tho because then theres no way I could add you lol) CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS ALWAYS WELCOMED!!!!
hi folks so it’s been a while and i was just wondering if maybe y’all could help me with what i said above: helping me come up with a nickname? it would be helpful and if you aren’t on anon i can give you a shoutout because my dumb brain can’t think of any good nicknames
newsies has….. too much gender, methinks
