After the strike ends, life for Jack Kelly and Davey Jacobs is far from easy. With the dust settling, Jack finds himself reeling from Sarah's rejection and struggling to move on, while Davey silently carries his own feelings for Jack, feelings he can't voice. As they both try to survive in a world that seems to pull them further apart, unspoken words and a series of quiet drawings start to bridge the distance between them.

After the Strike Davey starts having strange feelings he's never known before. He doesn't like girls the way everyone else does, but he sure likes Jack.

"You're, like, two inches taller than me at best. I apologize for not thinking that-HEY!" Race says, but, midsentence, Spot had rolled his eyes and scooped Race off his feet, bridal style. "Put me down!" Race yells. Spot ignores him, laughing. "Do you doubt me now?" Spot asks. - Short Sprace Theatre AU Prompts: "I didn't mean 'break a leg' seriously oh my god" and "My character dies/gets carried out of this scene if you droP ME I SWEAR-" - From my AO3

Romeo sat patiently, holding onto Specs' hand tightly. He watched the doctor's every step, nervousness set on his heart. "Hey, Doc", Specs greeted, trying to offer a smile. He looked better than Hell. "What'd you find?" Romeo wasn't sure Specs could see it, noting he couldn't see anything without his glasses on-he talked about having a headache earlier, and took them off for that reason-but the doctor had a rather solemn look on her face, as if she just learned that someone was going to die. Romeo prayed. "Doc?" "You're results came back", she sighed, keeping it brief. Romeo wanted to yell at her, telling her how he knew the results came back, but he was on the edge of his seat in fear. "I have some news." "What's he got?" Romeo sniffled, trying to keep in his tears and not think of the worse. "Pneumonia?" Specs had had pneumonia before, when he was a kid. He told the story all the time, and Romeo knew it made him feel strong. He'd always say he could beat anything, but Romeo also knew it wasn't that simple. "A few respiratory infections, yes", the doctor agreed, glancing back at her chart. That was fine. Specs could take antibiotics for it and be good as new. "But there's something else. Your white blood cell count was low." Romeo glanced at Specs, worried out of his mind. He knew it. He saw every sign and didn't do shit about it; it's his fault. He should've forced Specs to get checked out. He should've done better. "Cancer?" That seemed to be the worse option. Yet, the doctor shook her head. "Worse, perhaps." What could be fucking worse than cancer? ------------------------ A Spromeo story set in the 1980s Themes of: -Drinking/Drugs -Hospitals -Swearing/Cussing -Mentions of sex and STDs -Homosexuality -Death Please read at your own discretion.

Song fic Newsies fanfiction In the beginning Jack thought the only way he could find his purpose, his love, his "sunshine" was by going to Santa Fe. Then he found it in the smoggy skies and muddy streets of New York. He found it in a starry eyed cripple that was armed with a crutch and an ever optimistic outlook on life. Jack always thought that Crutchie was unable to be touched by the real world. Until he was. And he always thought that he would have his sunshine right by his side. Until he didn't. In other words, what happens when something takes away Jack's sunshine.

All right, so basically the Newsies go on a road trip, chaos ensues, et cetera, et cetera. I'm not sure where this is going, either. Might be interesting to find out. We don't know yet. (It's a modern AU, obviously. Road trips weren't a thing in 1899.) If more people read this I'll post chapter 2 but I don't see the point right now. I see where I'm not wanted.

I love Newsies *Mostly Gay unless a straight ship is requested*

Ever since the strike the leaders of the boroughs have held a meeting once a month. The most fierce of them all, Spot Conlon, leads these meetings. The King of Brooklyn stands for business and no one dares to speak against his coldness. Until someone special to him decides he's bored of normal meetings. Racetrack Higgins takes over the meetings in a shocking way. -------------------------------- Updates every Monday -------------------------------- This is a year of silly and spicy meetings. Where Race and Spot just can't seem to keep their hands off of each other, and everyone suffers for it. (Mentions of sexual activities but none is written)

Racetrack Higgens has a soulmate. They had deep, beautiful brown eyes. They didn't have a good living situation, if the dark brown spots that covered his back and slashes over his ribs were anything to go by. They were ambidextrous, and they had been cutting neat lines into their arms since Race was 14. Spot Conlon had a soulmate. They had bright blue eyes and were perfect, Spot was convinced of that. They wouldn't want him, he was convinced of that to. Also posted on Archive Of Our Own (My_Coffee_Is_Hot_Chocolate) and Tumblr (just-gimme-half-a-cup, yell at me or request prompts there). Cover by me!!

It had been a few months since the Newsies won their strike against Joseph Pulitzer and things had finally started to go back to normal. For most of the Newsies that was anyways. Two of the Newsies, Specs and Romeo had their own problems that they were dealing with. Both were hopelessly in love with the other and were convinced that the feelings were not mutual. In a time where being gay is illegal, will they give up or will they find joy in an illegal romance?