Davey Meows Btw ..... His Favourite Vocal Stim Is Going Meow :3 Mrow :3 Mmmmmeeerrrooaw :3

ok but newsies band AU

(The newsies and their respective instruments- feel free to debate)

Jack- he’d play the trumpet, 100%

Davey- don’t tell me he wouldn’t play the clarinet. He looks like a clarinet, for god’s sake. Either clarinet or Bass Clarinet

Katherine- she’d either play the bari sax or the French horn

Race- he’d either play the trumpet or the tenor sax

Albert- alto saxophone. ALTO SAXOPHONE.

Spot- Tuba or French horn

headcanon that there's HEAPS of spare beds in the lodging house but the newsies just choose to sleep in the same beds hit post

pssst hi antonio is a fanon name from a really old fanfic (same with sean for spot) but ed is the historical racetrack higgins' name!

OHH ITS FROM A FANFIC????????? epic ngl

NEED to draw rn it's unreal

in light of @newsiesfixation 's newsiesblr casting should I draw myself as Davey and/or anybody else as their respective characters....... lmk ..... dm or ask me if u want me to draw u .....

can i also make the suggestion of the use of #newsiesblr cast for all related matters ... bc ill b using it ... lmk if anybody has any issuesssssss ...

Update: The popcorn bag has burst.

Anyways, Albert, who shoves his hands in his pockets and sits on his knees whenever he feels the need to stim or move because he thinks it's embarrassing and feels the need to hide it away.

But then Race starts to take note of this and tries to show him that stimming is okay and a totally normal occurrence by holding his hands away from his pockets and stimming along with him if he ever does within his vicinity.

Something that's starting to happen more often is Albert letting it out at night. They'd both be lying in bed, and Albert would hit his fists against his thighs and shake his foot repeatedly to regulate after a long day.

Race would always wrap his arms around him tightly to apply pressure and help out a little when he does the above.

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.

i have so many ralbert thoughts but I'm so so so eepy......

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 ...

do care + did ask + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you