MORE BIRTHDAY POLL!

its my opening night for newsies jr pray for me

nothing feeds into my newsies fixation more than going to newsies rehearsal four times a week :3

rb in the tags what would be the physical feature used to identify you in fanfiction of you if you were a fictional character

POSSESSIVE DAVEY PLEASSEEEEEE I LOVE HIM HES MY BOY

teehee! this is an outtake from a wip that I haven't finished lollllllll ....... hope u like!

The night progressed nicely, Albert and Davey eventually hitting it off after a few drinks, Jack and Race only getting louder as they ordered more cocktails.

Davey was distracted from his conversation by a shadow being cast across their table. He looked up and saw a frankly quite unattractive woman making small talk with Jack.

Davey's Jack, to be precise.

Without thinking, he put his left hand on Jack's thigh, sliding it up until it was clearly visible to this woman, brandishing a champagne glass at Jack. Jack glanced quickly to Davey, with the look on his face that Davey knew meant he was flustered. The woman kept talking.

It could have been the amount of drinks Davey had downed, but he moved his hand from Jack's thigh to his waist, pulling Jack closer to him and boring his eyes into this chick's face. He rubbed circles into Jack's waist, and out of his slightly drunken haze he heard the woman say 'I suppose you wanna come back to my place?' with a wink.

What an oblivious bitch.

Davey took one last swig of the beer he had been nursing before situating his other hand on Jack's other hip and pulling the man firmly into his lap. He locked his arms around Jack's torso and put his chin on his shoulder, so he was half-facing the woman.

'Sorry,' he said flatly. 'This is my boyfriend. He's not going anywhere tonight except for my apartment.'

'Oh..' the woman giggled, flashing a bitchy smile at Davey before turning back to address Jack. 'He's drunk, right? You're not dating?'

Albert stood up, rolling up a sleeve. 'You're gonna have to get out of here.'

The woman giggled again, closed lipped and codescending. 'Yeah, sure. Right after I get Jack here's number.'

Jack finally said, in a quiet, pressed voice, 'Fuck off, Hazel.' Race stood up too, and began to exit the booth. 'You heard Jack.' He raised one fist. 'Fuck off.'

'Jesus! Fine!' Hazel threw her hands up and stalked off. Davey deposited Jack where he had been sitting, releasing an incredibly tight grip he didn't realise he had been holding.

'Jack, what the fuck was that?' Race questioned, returning to his seat. 'Who's she?'

'It doesn't matter.' Jack muttered quietly. 'Davey, let's head home soon.'

Davey immediately stood up, a little wobbly on his feet. 'Let's go right now. It was great to meet you two,' he turned to address Race and Albert, 'but me and Jack are gonna leave now. I've probably had one too many drinks anyway.'

hc that davey cracks his bones a lot and it always terrifies jack

Things in my show that impressed the children

1. Swing pitch to standing in shoulders. This makes sense it looks amazing

2. Carrying a mat in on our heads. Why what is impressive about this

3. The trapeze being lowered in from the roof

4. The German man’s jumpy flipyness

5. Little child’s jumpy flipyness, and his unicycle

6. Finn I don’t get this one

7. Weird song about Australia

8. My headsprings

9. Moving props

10. Big metal wheel things

11. Sweeping up juggling balls

12. Spiderman in a top hat and Elton John glasses in a window talking about going vegan

13. Measuring a stage with a hula hoop

LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BOY BSHSHHSHSHSHJWJSJSJJSJS I LOVE HIM SO MUCH☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

can i be davey:3 please ...

newsiesblr as the cast of newsies but if u dont put me down as spot conlon i will actually cry my eyes out so u have to make me the short autistic lil fuck

i got Albert :p not the role I wanted but I'm still happy with it!! my friends all got the leads so I'm vv happy for them!!!

MY NEWSIES AUDITION IS DONE! i went for jack and I really hope I get it but either way ill be absolutely stoked to be in the production ........ cast list comes out on Dec 18th .... pray for my nerves

'jack, you, uh.... you got something.' jack's eyebrows draw together as davey points to jack's face with his fork.

'something o' what?' jack wipes his hand across his cheek. 'soot? dirt?' davey only giggles behind his hand, which is criminal.

'nah, lemme get it.' davey smiles his horrid smile and reaches across their table. his hand cups jack's cheek as davey swipes his thumb across the corner of jack's mouth, and jack has half a mind to lean over the table and kiss davey then and there as he watches davey's eyebrows knit. he feels davey's thumb on his face, harder this time, dragging out the corner of his lip, and jack swats his hand away.

'davey, what on earth?' jack tries not to smile a cheek-hurtingly amount as davey checks his thumb, his eyes drawing back to that corner of jack's mouth.

davey doesn't say anything (god save the man) and instead leans over their table and their food (his tie almost dragging through their meals) until his face is inches from jacks. jack feels his entire face turn red as Davey thouroughly searches his face, one thumb leaning up to the corner of his mouth again. davey scratches the corner of jack's mouth with his fingernail, and jack yelps. 'ow! dave, what the hell?' he brings his hand up to where davey scratched, the stinging sensation already subsiding.

'you have food on your face!' davey finally says, plopping back down onto his chair. 'there's a little crumb st the corner of your mouth! i don't have my glasses, so I was so proud of myself for noticing it, but it didn't come off! it's stuck to your face, jack! the crumb is fusing with you!'

jack searches davey's incredulous expression for any notes of sarcasm or jokes as he grins.

'davey,' he says carefully, surpressing laughter. 'is it a freckle?'