October Nights with Jack Kelly
Summary: Jack joins you on your shared rooftop home after he sneaks in to visit Crutchie. He cares for you, wrapping you in a blanket to keep you warm in the chilly October air, before bidding you goodnight.
Pairing: Jack Kelly x Reader
Word count: 338
Warnings: none! Fluff. Maybe some typos idk
Request something here !
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Sat on the rooftop, you leaned against the cool railing, watching as the city succumbed to stillness. The clamor of the day was now mere echoes, and the dim glow of lamplights began to cast a gentle illumination upon the streets below. The faint sound of the metal ladder clanging reached your ears, meaning Jack was back from sneaking in to visit Crutchie.
“How is he?” You asked, standing up to greet Jack. He just sighed into your hug. That was your answer.
“What’s this?” You asked, tugging on a big blanket he had draped over his shoulder.
“It’s starting to get chilly, you know. Thought we need it.” He explained as he got comfortable on the ground, inviting you to sit with him. You nestled against his side, and he wrapped the blanket around the both of you, shielding you from the crisp midnight air. With a tender touch, he guided you to rest your head on his lap. Jack's fingers deftly untied the ribbon that secured your hair in its braid, and a gentle sigh escaped your lips in contentment. He did this every night— untie the ribbon that held your plait together, that is. His fingers would then unlace your hair, letting it down. You loved this. Such a small thing, but so intimate.
“Feels so good.” You murmured as his fingertips began to massage your scalp, sending shivers down your spine.
“How much did you pay for this blanket, Jack?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Nothin’,” he replied casually.
“Francis!” You protested, sitting up slightly, your playful scold masked with genuine concern as you lightly smacked his chest.
“Woah, no need bring out the birth name, crazy lady,” Jack teased, “I just want us to not freeze. It's getting colder, and I can't have ya catching a chill.”
“Jack—”
“Goodnight, darlin’.” Jack planted a kiss on the top of your head and pulled you closer, his way of saying it’s time to get some rest.
55 notes
·
View notes
It’s been a while since I’ve watched 92sies so I watched it yesterday. I was smiling like a dork all the way through. Skittery still has my heart
23 notes
·
View notes
my friend: hey, you were over there muttering under your breath for a long time, are you okay?
me: oh, yeah, i’m fine! i was just vocally stimming. it helps me calm down in overstimulating environments.
my friend: oh, okay! if you don’t mind me asking, what were you saying to calm yourself down?
me: oh, i was just reciting the entire script of Disney’s 1992 flop movie-musical Newsies starring Christian Bale and David Moscow from memory.
my friend: …
me: i didn’t remember it as well as i used to, since i haven’t seen the movie in two years, but i got through about the first thirty minutes, minus the songs, without too much trouble.
my friend: how do you not have an autism diagnosis
9 notes
·
View notes
Thinking about 1899 coming out at the same time as the World Cup with all these different nationalities coming together and languages being spoken, and now I need an Olek x Ling Yi World Cup AU like I need air to breathe.
Picture it: he's a young midfielder for Poland, eager to prove himself now that he's made the national team; she's a newly-hired physiotherapist traveling with the players from Japan. (Originally from Hong Kong, she recently moved to Tokyo to take the job.)
The two of them meet by chance in a crowded bar (Olek and a few of his teammates had snuck out of their hotel, just to have some fun for a few hours) and despite the noise and the language barrier, sparks quickly begin to fly, like they've known each other for ages.
Also, can we take a minute to imagine Maciej Musiał in that red and white Polish football uniform?
18 notes
·
View notes
I’m about to tell this Pulitzer asshole who owns the local newspaper to “politely” fuck off or pay me. I’ve been volunteering my writing skills to add columns to his newspaper (front page stories and all) and he keeps stringing me along saying he’ll “pay me one day if I get a government grant to take on a cadet 🥺” but honestly he’s just so pushy and I’ve already told him to fuck off once when he wouldn’t stop calling me and I’m already working full-time at the railway, and him blowing up my phone was preventing me from keeping track of my real job and then he had the audacity to get angry when I said his name wasn’t saved in my phone lmao because he’s not my boss, only a charity case I help out every now and then
He’s emailed me today (haha, it’s petty because I told him to stop calling me) asking me to interview and write a story ASAP about some stupid local volunteer, and I’m honestly so sick of his bullshit so I’m gonna go full Newsie and tell him no, which he’s not going to like, but I will because it’s entertaining af to piss newspaper owners off for some reason
He’s literally such a wanker, I’m gonna reply to his email now I cannot wait omg I love this
39 notes
·
View notes
Me: *is sitting in her US Labor history class*
My prof: "Imagine yourself in the time of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire. You get up and you'll buy a newspaper from the corner Newsie."
Me: *instantly is paying attention*
My prof: *continues on with the lecture*
Me: *mentally* "Whoa whoa whoa. We're just gonna buy a paper and be on our way? We're not gonna flirt with the Newsie? Come on! He's probably really charming! And he's probably got a great poisonality."
Guys, I promise I actually somewhat pay attention in this class. I had to resist the urge to actually write this up during my class.
13 notes
·
View notes
Circa 1893-1899. Doorways to two businesses, New York City.
13 notes
·
View notes