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.’
JAVEY FAN ART JAVEY FANART i’m really proud of this eat up y’all ‼️‼️‼️‼️
Trans Albert who starts looking like a stereotypical straight guy who might call you a slur and he doesn’t know how to feel about it because oh yay he passes but oh no I’m not like that I promise. Look here’s my boyfriend I’m not mean I promise
I just KNOW Jack is the type of person to fall asleep anywhere, in any position, at any time, while Davey sleeps like he’s about to be cremated
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
davey talking to jack in French bc he knows it makes jack weak in the ole knees ...... however consider jack rebutting by pulling Davey in real close by the collar and teasing him with the whisper of a kiss ... however consider Davey continuing to say sweet nothings in French and jack folds ... he just cannot beat davey's confidence and put-together ness at all times .... in short confident davey who knows how to get jack wrapped around his little finger and jack who is unaware it's happening until Davey has him (literally? figuratively? you decide) pinned against a wall and he looks up into daveys grey-blue eyes and /god/ that smirk of his and he's weak at the knees but davey has him completely cornered ...... 'i win, Jackie.' 'IT WASNT A COMPETITION?????'
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)
this is how angst writers look writing the most emotionally damaging shit you've seen in your life
he/him media enjoyer • roman/rome • australian, 17 • javey&ralbert centric • always down for a chat !!
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