A Prince

Chap 3 -”Loose ends” a REDDIE fancomic :)

Hi everyone! Here’s a new REDDIE chapter! Chapter 3 and 14 pages out of who knows how many!

Finally Stan’s here :)  hope you all liked it, there will be more of him :)

Well, at the last box you might noticed that Richie asked Bev for a cigarette or a “joint”, that’s basically cause I read this amazingly funny and well done Head Canon post from : @spookerlymarsh and I just loved it and they gave me green light to adapt it to this comic even though they’re not like the biggest REDDIE fan, but was cool enough to lend me their idea. So, all the credit to them (I’m using this pronoun since I don’t know how they like to be addressed) Hope you all and the author like it when I get it done :)

Also, I need to mention this fic by @justme133  that I read just when I finished to work on the first 4 pages and there was a coincidence of ideas that I couldn’t believe XD Amazing fic,I’m loving it!!

Also @trashmouthrichietozier ‘s fics are my drug too!!

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE:

I’ve been noticing that the REDDIE and STENBROUGH shippers are being critized because of their “obssesion” with the “white-skinny” gay couples… Can we please stop this madness?? Haven’t we had enough “shame on this, shame on that” bullshit already?? like… if they like to enjoy them and only them, what’s the harm on that to you? If you’d like to see more ships from the other characters then go look where there’s more content of them or create one of your own, but PLEASE STOP WITH THE “SHAME ON YOU” thing. That’s not constructive. Instead of being judgy and going around making people feel bad for their preferences and their kinks and fetishes, why don’t create yourself that thing you want to see?

All I’d like is to see everyone enjoying something without the shadow of judgment behind their (ours) backs. First the issue was because you liked to ship gay couples and then comes other thing to judge you and then another… Well, as long as they’re not being offensive towards anyone, just let others be. Is that too much to ask?

“He is like, the future,”

Keith: And I hate this question because my favorite candy bar—and I will stick by my answer no matter what you think-is M&Ms.

Lance: ... But, M&Ms isn't a candy bar.

If Klance becomes Canon:

If Klance doesn’t become Canon:

Testosterone is great for a lot of reasons. And im thankful to be on it. But, im also scared because I’m quite quickly losing empathy. And gaining irritability.

I can’t find the same unrelenting kindness for my family when they are struggling as i used to? I’m trying not to be selfish. I️f there’s one thing I promise myself i wil lnever Be it’s selfish. But it’s like the space i keep in my heart has shrunk a bit do to my working on my own control of emotions. I used to have more space to help, but now im helping myself.

(as requested by @ben-cook-can-cook fuck u Sammie I love u)

Pulitzer: This is a mess. I trusted you as a leader under my name.

Jack: and who’s fault is that?

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Katherine: *opens male dressing room door*

Race: *perching on the counter like a gargoyle*

Jack: *painting a dick on his locker*

Finch: *frozen mid throw with a crushed soda can in his hand*

Albert: *posed to hit the soda can with a broken chair leg like a baseball bat*

Race’s phone: *blasting careless whisper*

Davey: *frantically banging on the door from inside of the locked closet begging for freedom*

Katherine: *slowly closes door*

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Jack: *cracks the girls dressing room door, looking down and shielding his eyes* Is everyone decent?

Sarah: *kicks the door closed with enough force to knock him backwards on his ass*

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Davey: Okay, everyone, my younger brother is here today so if we could keep the vulgarity to a minimum-

Race: PENIS

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Race, from the stage: Hey, use the projector to show everyone the meme I just sent you!

Spot, from the booth: Hey, use your fist to go fuck yourself!

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Davey: What happened to you?

Jack, holding a tissue to his nose: I don’t wanna talk about it.

Les: He bet Sarah was too short to kick him in the face!

Jack: Thanks, kid.

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Mush: Hey, guys. This is my girlfriend.

Blink: Does your other one know that?

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Jack: Hey, I can get some of my boys to help carry that if you need-

Spot: *maintaining direct eye contact, lifts a stack of wood sheets that are twice his height above his head* I got it.

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Romeo: What?! They die?!

Katherine: It’s Shakespeare. Have you never read Shakespeare?

Romeo: *scoffs* I don’t know how to read.

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Specs: Man, I can’t find my shoes or my glasses.

Davey: Jack, if this is anything like the cowboy costume situation-

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

Spot: yeah he’s laying in the flower bed, I think it’s the best place for him right now

The other newsies: Of course. *leaves*

Albert, leaning over the coffin: Listen, I know you’re not dead.

Davey: Well, you can’t just run away from your problems forever.

Jack: I CAN and I WILL. *proceeds to sprint away from him*

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Finch: *hurls a prop shoe across the auditorium*

Pulitzer, on stage: *gets hit directly in face*

Entire class: *terrified, holding our breath*

Pulitzer: As horrified, wounded, and angry as I am, you have incredible aim.

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Spot: I’m short. I get it. I’m the shortest fucking person you’ve ever seen in your life. If you point it out one more time, me and all of my short friends will break into your home and eviscerate your family.

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Ablert, very sincerely: I love you. You’re my best friend.

Race, panicking: I love… Memes.

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Jack: Not to get all sentimental, but this is going really great. I’m proud of you guys.

Davey: Haha, you sound like their dad.

Race: Thanks, daddy.

Romeo: *starts moaning “daddy” repeatedly at the top of his lungs*

Davey: I’m sorry. This is my fault.

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Jack: *stumbles out of costume closet in a full cowboy costume for no reason* Guys look what I found!

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Davey: What kind of pizza should I order for us to share?

Everyone else: *violent arguing*

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Albert: I think I’m getting sunburnt by the lights.

Race: I haven’t slept in 72 hours so let it be known that I’m making fun of you for being ginger in spirit. I’m just too tired to actually come up with something.

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Davey: If I have to say “ain’t” one more time I might cry.

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Katherine: This is laughable. I swear, some of you can’t even read.

Crutchie: Okay and? Don’t be rude about it.

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Crutchie: Stairs. There’s stairs everywhere. I have to suffer every day just to get into this godforsaken building. Every time I see a stair, I feel another piece of my soul float away. Have a little sympathy.

Jack, tearfully: I will carry you everywhere.

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(LIGHTNING ROUND: ME TALKIN TO THE TEACHER:)

Pulitzer: I’m impressed with your sales. You’ve almost single-handedly carried this entire fundraiser. How did you make so much?

Jack: Listen, you give me the goods, I bring you money. You don’t need or want to know what happens in between.

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Pulitzer: How and why did you get up there?!

Jack: Well, I-

Crutchie: Jack oh God I’m stuck help!

Pulitzer: You brought other children with you?!

Jack: HEY! “Child” singular. He’s special.

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Pulitzer: Why haven’t you followed the instructions I gave you?

Jack: Because you gave them.

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Pulitzer: You know, if you used your talent for something other than-

Jack: Whatever it is you want me to do, I’m not interested.

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Pulitzer: I need you to do this for me.

Jack: No.

Pulitzer: What if I promise to get you out of class and let you paint?

Jack, choking: …No.

Pulitzer: Not even if I get you out of every single class? You could paint all day long.

Davey: that’s 200%