Trans Albert Who Starts Looking Like A Stereotypical Straight Guy Who Might Call You A Slur And He Doesn’t

new javey think just dropped!! (cw for mention of sh scars!!!)

Davey needs a breath of fresh air.

He travels up to the roof of the building, taking the stairs instead of the elevator becuase the last thing he wants right now is to feel nauseous.

His chest feels tight, his eyes are sore.

Maybe it's not worth it.

He reaches the roof, opening the door and feeling the cool breeze on his wet cheeks as he glanced around.

He sees another figure on the roof- he's not alone.

Who else would be out here at this time of night?

When Jack hears the door to the roof open, he turns. He doesn’t whip around in surprise, he's far too tired. He turns, almost lethargically.

The figure has the same curls and chiseled nose as David Jacobs. Even in the dark of the night, it's clear he’s been crying. His shoulders are drawn up near his ears and his hands are wringing an invisible towel, trembling slightly.

His voice carries on the wind: ‘Jack?’

He replies, hoping his voice carries the same way: ‘David?’

It's like a Western standoff. The moon slinks behind a cloud. The stars toss beautiful shadows across Davey’s cheeks, shiny with tears.

‘Come here.’ Jack says softly, gesturing to the view. ‘Look.’

Davey begins to walk over, stumbling a little over his own feet. He looks out at the view- it's beautiful. Windows shine like stars, cars flow on the streets like rivers of lights and electricity. Electricity flows through Davey’s veins. Jack’s shoulder touches his.

The sleeves of Jack’s hoodie are drawn up, and his hands dangle over the edge of the building. Constellations of scars and freckles litter his arms. The scars: methodical, patterned, they are buildings, they are cars. The freckles: tossed haphazardly across Jack’s skin, they are dappled light, they are stars.

Davey always had a bit of a thing about stars.

‘Are you alright, Dave?’ Jack asks the city skyline.

'I'm…’ Davey sighs towards the bank building. ‘I’m alright. Better now that I’m chatting to you. Better now that I’m getting some fresh air.’

Jack hums, slipping a hand around Davey’s shoulders.

‘The city’s beautiful at night, iddnit?’

‘It reminds me of you.’

@races-stupid-cigar YOU GET ME !!!!!!!!!

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 ..

[i tap dance into your askbox] hear me out newsie polycule. katherine is also there

TRUE! Davey gets there and after observing for a bit he asks jack whether there's a polycule and jack says 'idk wtf that is I just like kissing my bros'

newsies polycule ❤️

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

finch is an underrated newsie in the newsie fandom - an actor currently playing finch

does anybody want to learn about my newsies oc .... might post tmr

guyssssss...... I think chapter one is nearly ready to be published........ here's a small taster teehee!!!!!

'I'm gonna make you the best omelette you've ever tasted, David. Just give me a few minutes to get some cheese from my apartment. Mull over that equation, or something. I'll be right back.’

Thinking about how novelsies spot is a redhead and how he's usually not described that way in fics 'cause even if more ppl read the novel we've already got albert meeting our redhead quota

Realising that if we did have both spot and albert as redheads.. considering the popularity of sprace/ralbert/spralbert... we could say racetrack has a type

the teenage angst is getting to me (writing poetry)

guys i fuckinh love ralbert btw .. didn't know if u guys knew that !