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Stop his frigging three quarter lengths are too cute, I'm gonna melt 😭

Can u guys send me ur most contravential newsies opinions pls 🙈🩷🙈🩷🙈🩷🙈

Crying 😭 that is so funny

One of my favorite historical strike moments (aka historical Mush)

Okay, so by like the 5th day of the strike, there was a newsboy being guarded by a police officer, so the newsies were trying to find out how to soak the kid.

Mush was like “the cop’s too fat to catch me”, snatched the kids papers, and had the cop chase him so the others could beat the kid up.

Anyway that’s 100% something movie Mush would do, and no I won’t take criticism.

I can totally imagine Blink banning Mush from watching the news or reading the paper when it's a sad story. Mush is so empathetic and shared sympathy final boss, that when he reads about a good assassination, an earthquake, or a war, he starts crying purely because he feels SO bad for them.

jack and spot hcss

Jack and spot hcs

Send me your controversial newsies opinions and I'll react to them 😛😛

- No matter how evil and terrifying spot may portray himself to be, Jack will always see him as his baby brother, who is just misunderstood

- Jack taught spot how to swim one day when they were younger, and spot will be forever grateful as now he can swim with his brooklyn newsies

- Jack always ruffles spots hair and spot goes ballistic everytime

- Jack would never admit it, but he's incredibly jealous of spots power and loyalty

- when spot and jack drink together, Jack will act all though and drink more because "he's older", but has a much lower tolerance than Spot and will get hammered and spot will have to take care of him

- once Jack got a haircut and spot laughed so hard that he cried, so Jack wore his hat everyday until it grew back

- everybody bullies spot for his height, but Jack is the WORST for it.

- modern au: I can imagine them both being football captains for the manhattan team and the brooklyn team.

- Jack underestimates spots strength ALL THE TIME, like he expects him to be weak and gets battered when he decides to piss him off

- Jack constantly tries to confiscate the sling shot off him

- they go to each other for genuine, tough love advice

Hey guys, I need more newsies friends, so if u want to be online friends, dont hesitate to text me af ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 16+ pls gang

I promise I'm really cool

(Female) hotshot headcanons??

Female hotshot headcanons

- She's taller than almost all of the boys at the lodging house, and it pisses them off SO BAD 😭

- The only time she was ever really acknowledged as a girl was when she wore a dress to the rally. The other boys were reminded that she was a girl because she had always just been "one of the boys"

- She sees spot as her little brother. She's constantly checking up on him, making sure he's eating, ect, because he's always preoccupied with everybody else

- She tells the younger newsies incorrect things about girls, i.e., girls can't burp, etc. because she's the only girl in their life, so they believe her.

- At first, she didn't know that girls could be newsies, so she cut her hair and pretended to be a boy (mulan type shit)

- when there's a spider in the lodging house, she always captures it and chases newsies that are afraid of spiders around with it

- hotshot and Deck have insaine chemistry

Any Skittery hcs perchance?

Skittery headcanons 🩷🩷

You can't just say perchance-

1. He wakes up either really giggly and silly, and he will be for the whole day, or he wakes up angry and sad and will be for the whole day. There is no in-between.

2. Fricking loves purple, his all time favourite colour

3. Has beef with pie eater, Nobody knows why, they just don't get along

4. Has an older brother who left when things went downhill with his family. His brother comes back and tries to reenter skitterys life, but he refuses, still angry about being abandoned

5. Modern AU: he is given pills to help with his bipolar and schizophrenia, but he forgets to take them and they mess him up really badly

6. If somebody is talking bad about skittery because he's moody one of the select people who know about his mental health problems ( bumlets,Race, dutchy ect) will defend him like their life depends on it.

7. Modern Au: he is a singer and makes the most gut-wrenching music ever

8. Goes on freakishly long walks, just to think and ponder and zone out

9. Him and race have a connection with the after life, neither of them have ever spoken about it, but they just feel spiritually connected. Nobody understand their unbreakable bond.

10. The minute you play with his hair he falls asleep.

can u write some javey please!!!!

Good luck charm ( short oneshot)

Notes: this is set after the strike, when davey has gone back to school. This can be read as any of the versions 🙈 I'm not too big of a fan of this fic, so I may rewite it soon, lmk what u think 🩷

It was quiet in the Jacobs household, peaceful even, Esther was in the kitchen happily cooking, mayer was sat silently in the kitchen reading the new edition , Sarah was delicately sewing up an old shirt that had been ripped and les was playing nicely in his room. The family were happy, the comfortable silence soothed them all as they basked in its hypnotic sense of calmness. You could hear a pin drop as the warm evening sun shone through the window, leaving the sedative family very pleased with life. However, the Jacobs household never stayed quiet for long...

"Mama, papa guess what!' Davey announced running into the room, he was sweating perfuesly which told his startled parents that he had ran all the way from school.

Ethster jumped at the sudden sound echoing through the previously peaceful house, making her drop the pan she was holding to the floor with a bang. She cursed under her breath and picked it up.

"David, how many times have I told you to not bound into here like a bull in a China shop?" She accused angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mama, it's just that -" He was practically beaming with exitment, his eyes had a certain spark to them, which made his exited face light up to the next level.

"No, I don't want to hear it." She interrupted, she became quiet for a few seconds as if trying to find the right argument, "just... go to your room." She sighed.

That spark in Daveys eyes had dissipated , leaving an unpleasant aura of tension and melancholy in the air of the once comfortable household. Slowly, he turned and sulked into his room.

"Come on, you didn't need to be so harsh." Mayer said quietly.

"Yes I did, the boy needs to learn how to regulate himself like an adult." Esther snapped.

"But he's not an adult honey, he's a child."

"And he will be forever if we dont teach him otherwise."

Mayer sighed in defeat and turned back to his paper.

Davey was sat on his bed, with the palms of his hands pressed against his eyes so that he could see colourful little circles. It seemed to be the only colour in his life right now. His chest tightened as he replayed the embarassing memory of his outburst through his head, forcefully acknowledging his wrongdoing and creating self promises to never do it again. He heard a knock at the window, and he looked up to be met with the eyes of Jack. He walled over and opened his bedroom window.

"Heya dave." Jack said climbing through the window.

"hi." Davey replied sheepishly.

"Whats da matta?" Jack asked wairely

"Nothing."

"Ise know youse lying."

"I know when YOU'RE lying." Davey corrected

"But Ise aint lied 'bout anythin." Jack looked puzzled

"No, I meant that you needed to fix your grammar." Davey gave a small smile now.

Jack chuckled softly and punched him in the arm.

" Yeah ise will get right on that, but seriously, what's eatin at ya?"

"Well at school about a week ago, my teacher told me that next time at debate a woman from the national team would be there, and she would basically come to scout out who she thinks would be fit for nationals, and they picked me and said that they want me to represent them on their team so i-" davey ran out of breathe and cut himself off.

Jack only smirked as Daveys heavy breathing continued.

"Wow, davey ise don't knows much about debate, but that sounds amazin'."

Once Davey had regained his breathe he replied.

"Yeah, it is. If i win, then I get a fully paid scholarship to a private grammar school." Davey beamed, the magical spark in his eyes being reignited by Jack.

"That's great, so whys was youse so upset about it?" Jack asked, following Davey to sit next to him on the bed. Davey remained silent ( for the first time ever). After a minute, he spoke.

"Do you think I'm too much?, like are my emotions too much for you?" Daveys tone saddened, as did the overall mood.

"Naw not at all, youse get very excited about a lot of things, but that ain't bad." Jack said gently.

"Because earlier I was really excited to tell my family about what happened and when I tried my mama yelled at me and said I need to calm down and regulate myself." Davey mumbled. Jack scooted closer to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Davey leaned into him.

"Well ise think it's a good thing, not everybody has the same passion for everything that youse do." Davey nodded sadly and sunk deeper into Jack's embrace.

"So what is debate anyways?" Jack asked cheerfully.

"Well it's basically like a fight, a verbal fight obviously, but not an actual fight because its structured and you have a limited amount of time, so the proposition have to pass the motion that they have been given by the judge by basically talking alot and as fast as they can-"

"Youse will win easy then, no competition there." Jack teased. Davey smacked him on the leg and giggled. Jack was relieved to see Davey smiling again. He wasn't used to Davey being so glum. He believed that spark In his eyes was perminent. He had never seen it extinguished before.

"Carry on ise listening."

"Carry on IM listening." Jack made michevious eye contact with Davey before grabbing his pillow off the bed and gently smacking him with it. Davey cackled hysterically.

"Jack, stop!" He giggled, trying to grab the pillow.

"If youse promise to nevers correct mys grammars again!" Jack stopped to let Davey answer.

"If YOU promise to never correct-" Davey was cut off by Jack tackling him into the bed as they began to play-wrestle and laugh.

Jack was used to rough housing with his fellow newsies, newsies play fought all the time. They were very tough and thick skinned from having to live on the streets. However, when it came to Davey, Jack was extremely gentle with it, always making sure to never hurt the other boy.

"Um, Davey?' Mayer had appeared at the doorway looking inquisitive as he watched his son and his friend snicker wildly whilst rolling around on the bed.

"OH um hi dad..." Davey quickly sat up, his face flushed.

"I wanted to see if you were alright, but I'm guessing Jack already did that." The older man smiled.

"Yes sir." Jack said proudly.

"Welll then, dinners ready, and Jack's welcome to stay if he likes."

"Thank youse sir."

"Thank YOU sir."

Jack tacked Davey to the floor, and they began to roll around, trying to trap each other and get the upper hand. Mayer only smiled and rolled his eyes before walking back into the dining room.

Later on that night, Jack was soundly asleep snuggled up in Daveys bed, whilst Davey sat at his desk trying to write his debate speech.

"hi sweetheart." Ethster said standing next to him. Davey didn't answer, he didn't even look at her.

"Listen, I'm sorry for shouting at you, didn't mean it, sometimes I just find it so hard to adjust to your emotions and I know that's not your fault and I need to work on it."

"It's fine." Davey said dryly.

There was an awkward silence. Esther stuttered a few times but couldn't seem to find the right words before getting up and leaving. At that moment Davey felt so alone, so he climbed into bed with Jack and as soon as his body hit the soft mattress, Jack's arms were pulling him closer and rubbing up and down the length of his back. Now, Davey had never felt less alone as he embedded himself into Jack's warmth. Electric shocks, zapping into his nerves with every touch to his body.

Two weeks had gone by, and Daveys master status had become, completely and utterly stressed. He was trying his hardest to write this damn debate speech, and yet nothing he wrote seemed to sound the way he wanted it to. He had been sitting at his desk for almost 7 hours, and his brain felt so frazzled that the words looked as if they were swimming. His eyes were so heavy that they physically hurt to keep open, every inch of his body begged for the kind mercy of sleep whilst his mind slowly shut down.

"Geez davey, youse look terrible." Davey didn't even need to look to see who it was.

"Go away." He said, covering his face with his hands, propped up by his elbows on the table.

"When's the last time ya slept?" Jack asked, eyeing the stacks of disregarded, crumpled up papers next to the desk.

Davey only groaned in response.

"Come on ya need to get to bed."

"No"

"Davey, do not fights with me right now."

Davey shook his head, Jack sighed and sat on the table, his legs dangling next to the chair where davey was sat. Jack began to card his fingers through Daveys hair, lightly scratching from time to time or swiling his finger around in a messy curl.

"stop im going to fall asleep." Davey yawned.

"Don't fight it Dave."

Davey remained stubborn, fighting the sleeping spell that Jack's fingers were putting on him. Jack sighed, god he loved this boy but he could be so damn stubborn.

Jack changed his tactic to just scratching, davey made a sleepy noise of protest and began to lean into the peaceful touch. Not giving him time to think, he lifted davey out of his seat and quickly lay them both down on the bed, Daveys head resting on Jack's chest.

"No- I need i-"

"Shhhhhh." Jack began tracing up and down Daveys back, Daveys exhausted eyes finally closed, and he snuggled deeper into Jack's hold.

"I've been trying to do that for hours." Mayer whispered into the room. Jack only smiled and closed his eyes too.

It was the big day of the debate, and Davey was panicking. He had arrived early to the event and had brought three extra copies of his speech in case he somehow lost the original one and was also slowly forgetting how to breathe.

He was pacing around the backstage area, running over the speech in his head. He left a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his first thought was Jack, however he wasn't disappointed to see his father -like him- dressed in his best and smiling from ear to ear.

"Don't worry, Davey, you will be fine." Mayer assured.

"Yeah, you'll be great!" Sarah smiled wildly.

"Come on, let's go find out seats, Goodluck we are so proud of you." His father pulled him into a quick hug before leaving. Revealing his mother apparently hiding behind him the whole time.

"Davey, baby, I am so sorry for ever making you feel like your passion and love for things was a problem, it was really my problem the whole time and I never want you to change ever." She pulled him into a big hug.

"It's okay mama." Davey said sincerely.

"Thank you, baby. I am so proud of you no matter what happens tonight. Good luck." She kissed him on the cheek and left.

He heard the announcers call his team up, and he walked on stage. He sat with his team members and was relieved to remember he was the second, not the first speaker. The first round did not go favourably for his team. The first speaker stuttered so hard that they missed half of their speech, and they kept taking on questions they didn't know how to answer.

"Please welcome, proposition, speaker 2." The judge called.

Davey stood up and prepared his speech. He looked into the crowd and felt his stomach do summersaults. The crowd went blurry as he felt hundreds of eyes digging into him. His breathing quickened as the hands holding his paper began to shake as the clapping bounced around his brain and all he could think was 'I can't do this'.

Somehow in the crowd of faces he could only make out one of them, and it was Jack's who mouthed, 'just breathe'. And so he did, he steadied his breathing and began to read, he read flawlessly and without stuttering. His unprotected time proved not to be a bother due to the opposition not being able to think of an argument, the longer he spoke the more confident he got. And before he knew it, it was over.

His new gained confidence proved useful as he was now able to rebuttle the oppositions final speaker as he scribbled down new arguments for the conclusionist once they counted the jury's votes. Davey held his breath and felt his heart pounding in his chest yet again.

"I declare this motion...carried." The judge announced. And daveys bloodstream turned into pure joy. His veins carried nothing but exitment and happiness around his body as he hugged his teammates and couldn't seem to wipe a stupid smile off his face.

He ran around the back of the audience to his family, who all excitedly greeted him and hugged him tightly. Once, they had been beckoned away to talk to the grammar schools principle who was seemingly very impressed, he finally turned his attention to Jack.

"Ise don't really understands much of what youse said, but it sounded good."

Davey giddyly hugged him and looked up at him, the spark in his eyes shining brighter than ever before.

"Ise mean it must've been good if youse won."

"Or maybe you're just my goodluck charm."

At this davey pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss, he was always told that his passion was too much, however in this moment it felt just right.

ok slightly nische but

dutchy headcanons please

or specs :)

Dutchy/ specs headcanons 👅

1. Once he moved out, dutchy dyed his hair brown because everybody kept asking if he was albino 😭

2. Specs glasses constantly have tape around the middle because every time he gets them fixed, somebody accidentally breaks them just hours after

3. Specs and dutchy love all things fantasy (like DND), so they created their own board and characters out of paper and a pencil. They finish selling as quickly as they can so they can get back and play again.

4. Dutchy frickin loves ice cream, so he made friends with the local ice cream shop owner and they give him free ice cream from time to time

5. Specs is really bad at personal space, like he could practically be sat on top of you and not notice that he's too close.

6. Dutchy is seen as quiet and unproblematic, so people say contravential stuff/ ahut talk infront of him and don't think twice about it, dutchy will then feed back to Specs and everybody will wonder how the secret got out.

7. Dutchy suffers from constant voice cracks, they are the bane of his existence

8. Specs flirts with the nuns because he's used to flirting with people to get something. He only ever gets a scolding, though, and he gets bullied because of it.

9. Specs calls dutchy goldie locks just to piss him off

10. Dutchy calls specs, speccy just to piss him off

My underrated babins 🩷

Could you do a fic that’s an enemies to lovers with sprace please

Thank you!

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I absolutely can. That frick ass keyboard emoji has me in tears, btw 😭 (if you want to read this as livesies characters, just skip over the descriptions because it can be read as both 🙃)

Tw: curse words, mild violence

Passion (oneshot)

January 7th 1997

It was like any other day. The sun was bashfully hiding behind the clouds, the cool yet fierce breeze streamed through the air and hit the bare neck of Racetrack Higgins. It sent goosebumps jumping all over his pale skin, he shivered, yet it did not shake the easy smile embedded into his cheeks. It was that easy smile that eased people. Most seemed to enjoy seeing the seemingly kind gesture perminantly written across his. It made people relax, trusting and open. That was dangerous in the newsie world, you should never let your guard down for anyone was the first thing you learnt, however the corners of that smile seemed to find a way to pry open any locked doors. That smile was dangerous.

Racetrack had taken his usual route to sheepshed by using his witty charm to aquire a ride in the back of a wagon. He hopped off the wagon and ran a hand through his thick,dark hair, messy from the wind, and waltzed to the door, pulling out a cigar and placed it between his lips. He wasn't sure why he could feel eyes on the back of his head.

"Mornin' Betty." Race said, tipping his hat, to the middle-aged betting woman sitting at the front desk.

"Morning Racetrack, keeping out of trouble, I hope." She added, noticing Races cigar, which was far more money than he had ever made.

"Youse knows me Betty, neva lookin' for trouble." He replied, taking it out of his mouth.

"What's the headline today?" The older woman asked, clearly amused by the young boy.

"Tragdey strikes, house fire in Queens kills entire family." His voice sounded sympathetic, but the glint in his eyes told a different story. She shook her head and flicked him a nickel.

"For my best and prettiest customer." He handed her the newspaper, flashing her that easy smile. She blushed and quickly buried her nose in it, trying to hide her reddening face.

"See ya later, miss." Race called smugly, walking into the arena.

The interaction was completely normal, so why did Race feel so awkward. There was something in the air following him, but he couldn't quite place what it was.

That feeling never quite went away. He sold his papes as normal, hawking the headline the best he could to attract buyers. Making sure to be extra charming to the richer boxes. It was an average day, so why couldn't he stop glancing over his shoulder every time he had a second spare.

He had sold out of papers by just before dinner when that presence stopped him in his tracks. He was halfway to brooklyn Bridge when that feeling had taken over his body and forced him to a halt.

"What do youse think youse doin'." A cold voice came from behind him. He turned to be greeted by a pale, scrawny boy about three inches taller than he was and dirty blonde hair barely peaking from behind his cap. Race didn't notice this, though, because he was focused on the eyes. They were a pale blue with a gaze so sharp that it could cut him in half. They peirced into his soul and put a funny feeling in his stomach.

"Ise walkin' home, if youse lookin' to buy a pape Ise all out." Race announced confidently.

"Youse real funny," the boy scoffed and moved closer, "who are youse? And why is youse on my turf" He balled his fists and straightened his back to appear taller.

"The names Racetrack Higgins, what's it to ya?" Race lit his cigar and took a long drag, blowing the smoke directly into the other boys face.

"I ain't gonna ask you again." He growled, something about race just infuriated him, the way he strolled around so arrogant and careless, the way he stood their smoking and looking completely unthreatened as he was being interrogated. Spot hated it. He hated him.

"Ise walking home after sellin' my papes for the day, who are youse anyway?" Race asked seemingly, still unthreatened.

Spot smirked. This is where he catches race out, make him tremble at the social superior in front of him.

"Spot, Spot Conlon." You could hear the smugness drenching the words, spot waited for the panicked expression he was used too seeing, he expected his eyes to widen comically large, for his hand to tremble and his knees to go weak. However, none of that happened. The only noticeable change was a large, easy smile spreading like butter across his face.

Spot had NEVER felt such pure rage in his life, his face turned to stone and all he wanted to do was punch that smile off his face.

"Ah now youse the famous spot conlon ise heard so much about." Race chuckled, looking spot up and down.

Spot grunted.

"Ise gotta say, ise thought you'd be taller -" Race was cut off guard by spot shoving him, he fell backwards with a thud. Spot walked over to where Race was now sitting, not yet satisfied with what he had done. He expected the other boy to cry. That's how this normally went. However, when he peered down and he met Races big chocolate brown eyes gazing up at him yet the same stupid smile remained on his face. Spot could see red.

"Wow, that really hit a nerve, huh?" Race chucked, standing back up.

"I want youse out of brooklyn and don't eva come back." Spots voice was dangerously low

"Listen spotty-" Spot grabbed race by the shirt and yanked him closer.

"What the fuck did youse just call me?" He yelled.

"Spotty." Race bit back an egar smile.

"Call me that again and I'll soak ya so fucking bad youse won't be able to walk again." Spot could physically feel his blood boil.

There was a brief pause. The angry red aura around Spot was practically visible, and race looked as if he was fighting back giggles.

"Spotty." Race quickly said before aggressively kicking Spot in the knee, and watching a surprised yelp escape his lips as he collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees, releasing Races shirt. Moments after his hands and knees connected with the dusty floor, he looked back up. His already cold eyes had turned to ice, and his face had flushed with anger. He looked like a bull ready to charge and Race only had one thought.

Oh shit.

Race turned around and bolted as fast as he could towards the bridge, spot chased after him for a while as if Race was waving a red flag at him. However, it was quickly discovered that race was faster than spot by a lot. Spot came to a sweaty halt when he realised he could no longer make races figure out infront of him, so he panted heavily and wiped the sweat from his brow as he turned around for the treck back to the lodging house.

That night was spent tossing and turning, spot writhed in fury as his mind became engulfed by violent fantasies of what would happen the next time the two crossed paths. He couldn't get it out of his mind. He was riled up and irritated far more than he ever had been from a know-it-all rebellious newsie. He wasn't sure why Race wasn't scared of him or what business he had being so irritating. But he knew one thing for sure. He fucking hated Racetrack Higgins.

February 5th 1997

There had not been a day where Spot had not thought about Race. That interaction had consumed his brain, and he replayed it with all the different possible outcomes and responses that would have wiped that bitch-ass smile right off races face. Something about race made him unforgettable. It was aggravating, honestly. No matter how hard he tried to force the thought of him out, they simply would not leave. A boy that he had met once, and would never see again, was taking up this much time in his already overworked brain. Spot knew he had anger issues but far worse had bothered him far less.

"Hey boss- just got word in that a 'hattan newsie sellin' on our terf, sheepshed. I think they said it was." Hotshot said, stadning right in front of the zoned out leader

Spot snapped out of his thoughts at the word sheepshed. He felt his blood circulation move twice as fast as it was before. His heart began to pound at an alarming rate, and he almost felt giddy. The exitment of getting to play out those lesson teaching fantasies was almost too much.

"Boss?" Hotshot asked gingerly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh yeah, leave it with me." Spot beamed, and he stood up and raced to sheepshed as fast as he could, leaving hotshot with a very inquisitive look on his face.

The entire way there, spot could not believe how worked up he was getting, despite the cold weather, he was sweating perfuesly, and although he didn't know it, a rare glint was swimming in his ocean-blue eyes. He had never felt hate like this before, it was new and scary.

"Well, look what we have here." Spot smirked when he was about a foot away from Race, when he turned around, Spots' heart began to bang chaotically around his rib cage.

"Hey spotty, miss me did ya?" The smile that had been haunting spots dreams for weeks was now right infront of him.

"Youse an idiot, ya know that right?" Grumbled spot.

"Yeah ise been told." Race chuckled

"What ya doin' back on my turf?"

"In my defense ise neva really left."

Spot grabbed him by the suspenders in a fit of rage and dragged him all the way out of sheepshed to a nearby alley and shoved him up against the wall.

"At least buy me a drink first spotty-" Race was cut off by Spots fist connecting with his right cheek. He yelped in pain, as the knuckles, released agony into his skin. His skin screamed out to him, and he flew to the floor.

"You shoulda listened to me ya scab." Spot hissed as he siezed races collar and yanked him up. He expected a whitty reply or an easy smile, but instead, he got something wag worse. Race was uncharacteristically quiet. He curled up on himself, and his usually bright,brown eyes seemed drained. He opened his mouth to reply, but all that came out was a quiet whimper.

Spot had imagined this far too many times in his head, how he would beat an apology out of race and make him sorry for showing him up like that. He thought it would be the most relieving feeling ever, but it turns out he was wrong. It didn't bring him the excitement he thought it would. He didn't feel any better. He waited for his hate to overtake him so he could finish the job. However, the longer he stared at races, melancholy, already bruising face, the more guilty he felt.

"Go." He whispered and released his grip. Without another word, Race sped off round the corner whilst spot sank to the floor with his head in his hands. Fuck. What was going on? He had his enemy defenceless and at his mercy, and he just let him go? What was wrong with him? He had never felt hate towards anyone quite like race, and yet seeing Race so helpless just broke something inside of him.

"What are ya doin' to me race..."

April 18th 1897

Races kicked puppy-like face haunted Spots dreams, it made his chest tighten as he released long breathes trying to move the anxiety out of his body. He decided, that on this random April night, he was going to go make emense with his enemy because it was slowly draining the life out of him. The regret and indignation in the air made it poisonous, it hurt to breathe it in. He needed Race like he needed air. It physically hurt to not be around his charming aroma.

Once he had come to the manhattan lodging house, he went to knock, but his hand froze awkwardly in the air.

"Umm, do ya need somethin'?" A kid with a Crutch asked wariely from behind him.

"Im-uh-can youse go get race for me, please?" Spot stuttered for the first time in his life.

The boy nodded and hobbled inside, and moments later, race appeared at the door. His eye was now completely healed. His dark hair was even longer now, and his eyes had gained back their mischievous spark that spot had knocked out of him prior.

"What ya doin' here?" Race asked, clearly surprised.

"Ise came to- Ise wanted to-..." Spot trailed off. He had never apologised for anything.

"Ise wanted to say - Ise sorry." Spot said the last two words extremely quickly.

"What did ya say Ise didn't catch that."

"Ise sorry race."

"One more time for me?'

"Ise said ise-" He could see race repressing giggles, "youse doin' that on purpose!"

That famous, easy smile made its way across races face. Spot felt his stomach flutter.

"It's okay spotty." Race cackled.

"Does that means youse forgive me?" Spot added sheepishly.

"Hm." Race thought for a moment, "no."

Spot began to protest before race cut him off.

"But I will if you let me show you a good time round 'hattan."

Spot wasn't even sure how it happened, but a few minutes later, he was blindly following race into a dingy alley a few blocks from the lodging house. In this alley was a group of grown men sitting in a circle playing poker, with a pile of money place in the middle of the board. The one furthest looked up.

"Hey kid." He greeted

"Deal me in, boys." Race grinned and joined the circle

The round was intense, the group of men obviously very good poker players. However, no matter how much experience, Nobody was better than Racetrack Higgins. Spot watched egarly as the men became more and more frustrated. At the end of the game -the jackpot- they all slowly turned over their cards to reveal the winner. All the men groaned as Race cheekily smiled and collected his winnings.

"See ya next time, boys." Race beamed as he and spot walked a healthy distance from the alley.

"That was incredible, youse a damn good poker player."

Race laughed.

"Yeah maybe...or maybe youse could say I had an ace up my sleeve." He pulled his sleeve down the reveal the eighth of diamonds.

"Youse cheated!" Spot laughed in shock.

"I neva leave home without it, its my lucky card." Race winked and slid it back into his pocket. Spot was so impressed he couldn't even be mad, he had never met anybody like racetrack.

"so whaddare ya gonna do with the money." Spot asked.

"Youse will see. Come on." He grabbed one of spots red suspends and pulled him down the street until they faced a local corner shop.

"Hey Andy." Race chirped as he walked into the store.

"Hey Simon, how's it goin'?" The older man asked from behind the register.

"Simon." Spot whispered into races ear which earned him a kick to the foot.

"It's goin' swell thanks, how's the kids?"

"They're doin' great, how's that girlfriend of yours?"

"That's actually why Ise came in, wes engaged." Race said merrily.

What? Spot was so confused and couldn't even begin to imagine where Race was going with this. He just stood there star-struck.

"Congraduations, what might you want for this special occasion."

"Erm, a bottle of whisky please if youse has any."

The man turned around and began routing through his cabinets. Race was insaine. He was a genius, but he was still insaine.

"Ugh, mortgages are so hard, aren't they Eugene?" Race asked, making eye contact with spot.

"Um yeah, they're a real pain in the ass." Spot replied, biting his tongue to keep back the laughter bubbling in his throat .

The man finally pulled out a bottle, race gave him the winnings and waved him goodbye as they reached the street.

As soon as they were out, the boys broke into hysterical fits of laughter.

"What even is a mortgage?" Race huffed out between giggles. They continued to cackle as they walked to a bench and opened the bottle.

"How old did you tell him you were?" Spot chuckled.

"Thirty seven."

That was it. The boys dissolved back into frantic laughter, and neither seemed to be able to stop. Spot was never like this with anyone, he had walls built so high you'd need a ladder to see over them, yet here he was with his supposed enemy giggling like a child and having the best time of his life.

Race began chugging the liquid before making a scrunched up face and handing it over to spot. The two boys sat there for hours just talking and swigging the bottle like water. Spot had never chatted like this to anyone, and -he blamed it on the drink- but he couldn't seem to stop smiling.

"So Ise said no silly Mr police horse youse dont-." Race drunkenly slurred before being cut off by a flash light being shone right into his face.

"What are you kids doing?" An angry looking copper asked curiously, his eyes fell to the bottle, then to the young faces. Without even speaking, race and spot ran as fast as they could, race having to slow down so that spot could keep up. They drunkenly swerved around, giggling manically as they ran into things. They came across a small fence to which their intoxicated brains decided to climb. Once they had reached the top, both boys fell and landed on their back next to each other.

They looked at each other and exploded into yet another fit of psychotic laughter. Once they had calmed down they turned their heads to face eachother again, spot felt as if he could fall right into races dark eyes and never return. Something about them was so inviting and compelling. He couldn't look away.

Without thinking, he placed a soft kiss into races' lips. When he pulled back, he was terrified for the repercussions, when the easy smile that he loved so dearly appeared on his face he knew he made the right decision.

"Youse knows spotty I almost forgives you for punchin' me in ta face."

"Shaddup."

8th August 1997

Spot was sat on brooklyn Harbour, his legs dangling over the water as he looked beyond the horizon. He felt a presence sit beside him, and he looked over to see none other than Racetrack Higgins.

"Watcha lookin' at?" Race smiled

"The water, its pretty."

"Naw Ise don't think so. There's too many fishes." Race shivered

"What are youse scared of fish?" Spot teased

"Ise not scared of fish I just don't likes them." Race corrected.

Spot began to snicker and race smacked him round the back of the head.

"How can youse be scared of fish, theys so small."

"So are youse, but youse still seems to have everybody scared." Race grinned nervously.

"Naw that's it." He lugged race up and over his shoulder as he began to pretend throw him in the water.

"Ah-conlon-dont you- spotty- please!" Race sounded concerned, but the nervous giggles were throwing off his reliability.

Spot put him down but kept him hovering over the water.

"One wrong move, and the fishes will get ya." Spot joked

Terrified cackles left races body as he clung desperately to the hand holding his shirt, which was the only thing anchoring him to land.

"Agree that ise taller than youse and ill let ya up."

"Fine, youse taller than me!" Race choaked out.

Spot pulled him up and wrapped his arms around races waist, pulling him close.

"Ise don't know how ise eva hated youse so much." Spot said dreamily staring at race with love sick eyes.

"Now spotty that wasn't hate," Race gave an easy smile, "baby that was passion."

i need some spot, race, and hotshot headcannons.

a headcannon of my own is that they have that vibe of the happy gay couple and the disaster bisexual that is basically their permanent third wheel.

im so far into this obsession

Lmaoo I love this trio so much, it seems so chaotic

Hotshot runs over to spot to back him in a fight just to get there and realise it's just him play fighting with race. It happens far too often

I feel like race and hotshot would create a ridiculous lie and try to convince spot that it's real. He believed it once, and he will never live it down.

Spot just blabs to hotshot about race 24/7 and he's just there like spot sybau

Everytime hotshot goes up to spots room, he knocks and opens it with his eyes closed...just in case.

When spot sees Race hanging out one to one with a hotshot, he gets weirdly jealous of the both of them

They use hotshot to settle debates for them (he usually picks spots side because he's scared of him)

Rip Skittery, you would have loved the front bottoms

Bad mood

Summary: Skittery has been in a bad mood for the last few weeks, and bumlets and swifty help him cheer up.

Tws: mild language, depression talk?

Winter time was always the worst time of year for skittery,the cold weather never failed to dampen his already glum mood, and the frosty wind made him dread getting up in the morning. This year was no different, skittery already found it hard to put up a smiley, happy front the rest of the year, but in winter, it felt damn near impossible. This was one of the worst depressive episodes he had ever had. He had not smiled or laughed in what felt like weeks. Words hardly ever left his lips anymore, and his fellow newsies were starting to get worried, gravely worried,in fact.

After another long,dreary day midway through December, skittery was sat in his bottom bunk, knees pulled to his chest, staring blankly ahead as if consumed in irrepressible thoughts. He was so ingulfed that he didn't even realise that Bumlets had sat himself down next to him.

"Hey, skitts.." Bumlets said quietly. However, skittery seemed to be blocking out noise that wasn't coming from his brain,so there was no answer. He places a gentle hand on his shoulder and skittery jumped back, startled.

"Jesus christ, are yous tryna kill me?" Bumlets chucked at this.

"No, I was just tryna make sure youse alright." Skittery frowned, and Bumlets felt a sudden urge of guilt in his chest.

"Ise fine why wouldn't Ise be." Skittery snapped a little too loudly, making the heads of a few closer newsies turn.

"It's just that youse been in such a bad mood -"

"Ise has NOT been in a bad mood"

The dramatic irony of this sentence made bumlets snicker uncontrollably.

"What is youse laughing at?" Skittery yelled through gritted teeth, but he didn't look angry, just exhausted.

"Ise sorry, ise sorry-" Bumlets tried to apologise but he has still giggling too hard to get his words out right.

"Piss off." Skittery said angrily before turning and facing his back towards his laughing friend.

"Naww come on skitts I didn't mean it!" Bulets tried to protest but earned no reaction from his friend who was now ignoring him.

"Skitts...skitts...skittery...skitterrrrryyyy." He wined trying to stop his silent treatment.

A strong pang of guilt washed over him as he looked at the back of his friend who was more exhausted than anything else, all he wanted was to see skittery back to his happy self who laughed and played with the other newsies like the kid he was.

He stared at skitterys messy curls for a few moments, completely torn about what to do.

He placed a reassuring hand in the middle of Skitterys back, and all of the anger and tension in his body language seemed to just melt away. It was as if Bumlets could see the frustration draining out of him, like wringing out a sponge. Neither boys said anything, just enjoying the physical contact.

After a while, skittery slowly turned around so that he was facing Bumlets again, letting his hand drop from his back. He could see tears starting to dwell in Skitterys eyes. He just looked so drained, as if any personality behind those eye bags had been stolen.

"Ise- ise sorry..." skittery trailed off. He just sounded broken.

"Hey, it's okay, come here." Bumlets said in a gentle voice opening his arms up.

Skittery looked around, unsure for a second, then cooperated and climbed into his grasp. Bumlets wrapped his arms around his torso, and Skittery felt warm for the first time in weeks. He let the warmness wash over his body and nuzzle in. He felt like a real person again.

"Ise just don't knows what's wrong with me." Skitterys muffled voice came from Bumlets shoulder.

"Nothin' is wrong with youse." A voice stated from behind the two boys, they both swivled to see Swifty stood over them, looking down with big, sympathetic eyes. He then sat on the other side of Skittery and put an arm around his shoulders, to which he dissolved into him with his cheek pressed against Swiftys shoulder.

They sat there like that, all tangled and grateful for what felt like hours. Skittery felt like himself again for the first time in what felt like forever. The coldness outside was kept at bay in this moment, and all of the negative thoughts consuming him seemed to be locked away with Bumlets and Swifty holing the key. He had needed this for weeks and never knew that it was as simple as to ask his closest newsies to remind him that he could feel things other than emptiness.

"Thank youse." Skittery offered to the boys, Swifty kissed the top on his head.

"Now..." Bumlets chucked cupping Skitterys face in his hands, "Are youse in a betta mood?"

"Mhm"

"Youse don't look it, give us a smile." Bumlets prompted.

Skittery suddenly became very embarrassed about the situation and couldn't muster up the confidence to flash a smile.

"no." He glared, his cheeks burning red.

At that, Swifty began to tickle up and down Skitterys sides, forcing the widest, most face splitting smile to appear.

"Now thats much betta!" Bumlets smirked.

"Sthahahahap!" Skittery giggled and squirmed, laughing for the first time in days.

"Now are youse in a good mood?" Swifty teased.

Skittery was too over-come with laughter to answer, so he just frantically nodded his head as he slumped against Swiftys chest. He stopped his attack. Both boys stared down at skittery with the most love-sick eyes anyone had ever seen, grins etched across their faces with a beautifully soft gaze

"Glad ta hear it."

With that, Bumlets pulled the covers over them as they all cuddled into each other, Skittery in the middle, hoping to keep the unforgiving nature of winter outside.

THIS IS PERFECT I LOVE IT SO MUCH

A fire inside us that won't stop burning

The clashes of swords and spears, metal against metal, the blazes of fire and explosions, the screams of foes and friends alike.

Bumlets wasn't faring well in the throes of war, just glad that as the court mage he wasn't expected or needed at the front lines, rather sending spells raining down from a vantage point, enchanting and cursing weapons or warding armour of soldiers or healing the wounded. But he still saw his share of mangled remains, smelt iron and burnt skin and couldn't keep track of his friends or partners.

He hadn't seen the King or the Captain of the guard for a long time, the latter being expected as Swifty had to lead soldiers into battle, even if not the first of the attack line never straying far from it, shouting orders and pulling people away from dangerous situations.

But Bumlets should have seen his King somewhere in the back of the lines where he himself was, and maybe he shouldn't be as worried, he had no right to be, not as just the court mage, but as a man he worried for the person he smiled at while waking up, the person that fell sleep in his arms, exhausted, after the weight on his shoulders wore him thin for the day.

And he also worried about the man that made him smile showing him flowers or pretty stones he found, that curled up in the sun in ridiculous places in the castle sometimes like a puppy, but he especially couldn't worry about Vincent fighting at the front lines when his worry for a partner and the worry for his King overlapped. There was only enough worry in his mind for one, he was worn thin enough as it was.

And it was his duty to care for his King.

"Maester Alejandro, come quick, it's the King-"

He was already running before the knave could finish his sentence. If he was called, it was looking grim, no help from a doctor to be expected to do anything. So he ran as fast as he could, to where two knights fought off anyone trying to get close to their clearly injured King. He had to bring him out of there.

"Come with me.", he ordered the knave, picking their King up and carrying him close to his chest, the knights covering their retreat. Bumlets only let him down once they had found a secluded part of a ruin, the corner protecting them from two sides and most of the way into their own territory.

He could see even with the armour that Skittery was hurt gravely, blood seeping from his chest, face pale and red around his mouth. If he didn't start soon, he would never make it.

"Secure the area, I need time to stabilize him.", he ordered the young boy, not even looking at him as he loosened the armour to properly access the wound. It was a grave injury, more than Bumlets had healed with magic in his life, but it would have to work. He would have to succeed, there was no other option.

Concentrating his magic, he started a spell, blue light mixed with specs of gold flowing from his hands into the wound. He slowly upped the strength, feeling his blood run hotter, his energy draining, but he had to succeed.

Going higher and higher, urging more of his trusted power into the body before him, he saw some of the wound closing, but not enough. Even if it already transformed to a pain in his head, his veins burning hotter the closer they were to his hands, to where he concentrated the magic, he had to continue.

Still, there was no sign of consciousness for his King.

There was no telling how long he'd been pouring all he had in, when his vision started to narrow, everything apart from Skittery's face blurring, his magic core in his chest aching, trying to flow magic instead of only drippling the meagre rest it must at that point be, the concentrated magical power now burning not just inside but his skin, his hands blistering and the skin breaking, the smell of burnt flesh once more present on this battlefield.

"It has to work, he has to live, I'll do whatever it takes, please.", he pleaded to whoever was willing to listen, whichever power might have mercy with him as he fought to keep his love from the forces of death. Death might be inevitable.

But it didn't have to happen today.

One last flaming hot surge of power went through him before he burnt out completely, leaving not just his own hands at ruin, but a faint blistering over the healed scar on the King's chest, finally closed and hopefully again with enough blood that he would make it.

"Michael? Mica, c-can you..." Bumlets fell forward, suddenly only embers of himself remaining, barely catching himself with his destroyed hands, biting his lip in pain and instead resting on his elbow, needing to hold on until he saw if it worked or not.

"Mica, wake up, please."

His own consciousness, maybe his entire lifeforce was fading, fire smouldering, but he needed to know.

Brown eyes fluttered open, breath shallow but there.

Bumlets didn't even hear his King ask what happened or call his name before he already collapsed, fingers and hands burnt, and eyes almost completely blue and golden, bloody tears having streamed down his face.

The only important thing was, that he’d survived. And with his duty fulfilled, there was nothing holding the mage afloat in the currents sweeping him into the darkness.

Ever since he'd heard the horns signalling the end of the fight, Swifty had one thought in his head: where were Michael and Alejandro?

He hadn't seen the King or Court Mage in a long time, but it wasn't unusual to not see them at the front lines. Still, he couldn't start searching for them right away, in absence of the King he was the highest authority, he had to organize the retreat, give orders of transporting the dead, help save what could be saved. His back and side hurt, but it didn't seem to be a major wound, so he just pushed on, giving answers and plans out, helping other knights get up and to the medics.

As it was mostly calm, he went to that tent himself, expecting Bumlets to be there, healing what he could, but the nervous face of his apprentice, Flipper, already told him that couldn't be the case.

"Sir Vincent, have you seen my Master, I can't find him and-"

"I need a medic, quickly, t-the King and the court mage-"

Swifty and Flipper both quickly looked at the knave running into the tent, worry evident on their faces.

Something big must have happened.

Swifty intercepted the knave and doctor as they ran out. "What happened to the King?" and mage

The knave sighed in relief, motioning for him to please join them. "Sir Vincent, I'm so glad you're here, we need to get the King transported, he was gravely injured, and I got Maester Alejandro to heal him, but I'm not sure if it worked and now the Wizard isn't... he isn't conscious, I didn't know what to do, so I got more help."

Skittery mortally wounded, Bumlets using an excessive amount of power to heal him... it felt like a nightmare come to life, but Swifty had to push on. They needed medical attention as soon as possible.

The sight was even worse than he'd imagined, Bumlets half laying on Skittery, blood running down his face and his veins almost seeming to faintly glow blue and golden, pulsating the closer they were to his hands.

And oh his hands... even from what he could see, one hand still by Skittery's chest where he could see the remnants of a nasty scar and slight burns, it looked like all fingers and the flesh of his hand were burnt, skin having cracked and almost burst open to let out all the power he must have poured into their King's body for even the sliver of a hope to save him.

And at least for now he could hope that it worked, seeing Skittery's chest rise slightly and his half-lidded eyes trying to focus on them.

"S' Vincent-"

"It's okay your highness, we'll bring you to the infirmary tent as soon as you've been looked over.", he said quietly, hoping to bring attention to the fact they weren't alone and that the others would only assume he'd been addressed by his title and nothing more familiar.

So the medic could have access to their King, Swifty carefully lifted Bumlets off him, finding his heart weakly beating and breaths coming out of his mouth. At least he hadn't died at the ritual, even if it seemed to be a close call. Far too close for comfort.

Swifty attempted to at least clean him off the blood in his face while the others were distracted, wanting to give some comfort to his lover even if he couldn't show more. It hurt him and Swifty didn't know what he should think or do, this wasn't anything at all he could help with and he didn't know how to act, what could he do to help him, would he even wake up-

"Sir Vincent, can you carry his highness? With the rest of his armour on we can't move him properly and he needs to be transported as soon as possible.", the medic half ordered of him. Skittery's quiet pleads helped his decision too.

"I can, but we also need to take the mage, this doesn't look good."

The knave nodded, doing his best to pick up Bumlets, even if not in a near as comfortable carrying position as Swifty did with the King. Well, at least Bumlets was unconscious and hopefully wouldn't notice.

With Skittery in his arms, Swifty felt more grounded again, holding him a bit closer than he needed to, moving his thumb reassuringly against his love's arm. The warmth he felt meant to calm him as much as it did Swifty himself. Both men could have been cold and lifeless when he'd found them, and he wouldn't even have known to help them.

Sure, there were no indicators, but the King must have been injured somewhere near the fight, Swifty should have been there to protect him, to stop the need of magic healing him at all, and yet… it seemed he’d only managed to protect Skittery when he was still a prince, mostly hidden from the world and even later when they’d challenged his father, but there was no guaranteed protection he could still give him, no matter how much he wanted to.

It ate him up that he had no power to do anything, to preserve the lights of his life, the sight of Alejandro concentrating on a book or brewing a potion, brows slightly scrunched together and mouth twitching when he went over an ingredient he didn't like to prepare. Or Mica sending him an annoyed look between political inquiries, needing a short hug in the few seconds they could sometimes be alone between rooms, needing to recharge just the slightest bit to hold on to his duties.

But he'd have to trust that they were strong enough to hold on, and that they could be helped.

tags for who said they wanted to see it, I hope that's okay: @thatoneandlonelyemo2005, @bumlets-appreciation-blog, @what-the-newsies

Couple things🗞

Empathy vs apathy

Blush: mush= empathy blink= apathy

Javid: Davey= empathy jack= apathy

Sprace: race= empathy spot=apathy

Sun vs moon (based on apperances)

Blush: Blink=sun Mush=moon

Javid: Jack= sun Davey=moon

Sprace: Spot= sun Race=moon

Black cat vs golden retriever

Blush: Blink=Black cat Mush= golden retriever

Javid: Davey= Black cat Jack=golden retriever

Sprace: spot= Black cat race=golden retriever

Their trope

Blush: friends to lovers

Javid: strangers to lovers

Sprace: enemy's to lovers

Their place

Blush: a bench in Central park

Javid: the fire escape

Sprace: Booklyn harbour/Bridge

JACK AND CRUTCHY HCS

JACK AND CRUTCHIE HCS

1. Every time Crutchie says a swear word (which isn't often), Jack will dramatically gasp and be like "crutchie! Where did you learn that!" Even though crutchie is old enough to be swearing

2. Once jack and crutchie were out selling together and crutchie fell and his Crutch broke which meant that Jack had to carry him back, crutchie had never felt more embarrassed and ashamed and they are NOT allowed to speak about it.

3. Jack gives crutchie girl advice, and crutchie tries to follow but ends up stuttering and getting all red from embarrassment. It has worked a few times because the girl thought he was adorable

4. Empathy - crutchie vs apathy- Jack

5. Crutchie, the typa guy, to hear a word said by someone else and repeat it without knowing what it means, and Jack has to tell him that that word is not socially acceptable to say outside.

6. Crutchie is jacks number 1 fan. He will defend Jack with his LIFE if he's not around

7. Because crutchie refuses to accept help out of pride, he will never let anyone sleep in his bed during the winter, so Jack waits till he falls asleep and sneaks into his bed.

8. When Jack sees a person faking a disability for money on the street, he will steal their Crutch and give it to crutchie so that he has a collection.

9. Crutchie sometimes wakes up extremely sassy, and Jack finds it hilarious

10. If Jack is angry and yelling at him, crutchie gives him the big deer eyes, and Jack immediately stops

A few actually...

does anyone else have that one random Tumblr account person that you look up to for absolutely no reason and freak out whenever they interact with your post or is it just me

DAVE AND MUSH HCS

DAVEY AND MUSH HCS

THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS YOUR HONOUR

1. Mush can't read very well but loves learning, so Davey will always bring books over and read to him

2. Daveys parents really like mush because he's so kind and polite, so Mush goes round for dinner and sleeps over a lot to be a "good influence" on davey

3. Mush and Davey are the duo that develop the same laugh from hanging out so much

4. Mush is daveys. "I wasn't meant to tell anyone this, but..." person (mainly because Jack CAN NOT keep a secret for the life of him)

5. They platonically cuddle all the time because they're both very clingy and physical people

6. Davey will gossip to Mush about all the drama and relationships at his school after he goes back and Mush will eat it up

7. Davey gifted Mush a notepad for his birthday so he could practise writing

8. They constantly say the exact same thing at the exact same time and hysterically giggle after

9. Once davey was hanging out with the other newsies, and he heard that Mush had arrived, and his eyes lit up so bad that Mush literally wanted to cry

10. They find everything absaloutly hilarious once they're together

I've decided I want to do fics alongside headcanons, so send me requests for either 🩷👅

I literally just need somebody to cast me as Jane Doe is rtc and my life would be complete 🙏🏼

Race and Crutchie friendship hcs!!

RACE AND CRUTCHIE HCS ( the most underrated friendship my opinion)

1. Once they were sat by the pond and crutchie jokingly goes "Race go get me a duck," and race just goes and grabs a duck and brings it back to crutchie, crutchie freaks tf out

2. When Crutchies in a verbal fight, race stands behind him and whispers what to say to the guy

3. Race tried to teach Crutchie to smoke once but he choaked on it

4. Race ALWAYS jumps out on crutchie because he's so easily scared and scream every single time

5. Crutchie takes the piss out of races height ALL THE TIME

6. Both are very superstitious and pro-believers of the supernatural and they talk about it all the time because everybody else calls them crazy

7. They both tag team up to annoy jack because they're the only ones who can do it without getting beat

8. Race will tell crazy stories about his life and all the adventures he goes on, and crutchie will be so mesmerised and jealous of him

9. Race has a stuffed bunny from his childhood and only jack and Crutchie know about it.

10. Once they were bickering and race went "you get voice cracks every other sentence." And crutchie said,"I di noOT!" And his voice cracked on the word not

Ugh love them sm

I loved your last post about him, so Crutchie headcanons? :3

CRUTCHIE HEADCANONS

1. Helps kloppman clean and tidy on a Sunday whilst all the other boys chill out

2. Is the WORST at reading bad situations, like somebody could fully be about to throttle him and he's just there smiling and yapping to them

3. His parents owned a business, and they kicked him out when they realised that because of his leg, he was of no real use to them which is why he fights needing help so hard

5. Has buck rabbit teeth that are really visible when he smiles

6. Sleep-cuddles things. When he's asleep, he grabs onto anyone or anything around him

7. If you startle him his voice goes so high pitched its like a dog whistle

8. Ownes a pair of really fluffy bed socks and wears them religiously

9. Likes to sit by the central park pond and watch the ducks

10. He often faces prejudice from the other newsies because he's so effortlessly close with Jack

SPRACE HCS

1. When race is too tired to get up in the morning (he is not a morning person) spot will just carry him round on his hip whilst he gets ready and does errands until race can be bothered to stand.

2. When talking too eachother they use last names ALOT

3. Constantly bicker over whose taller

4. They both get a kick out of pretending to not know/like each other around other newsies

5. Race always starts tickle fights but always ends up losing (somebody write this as a fic and tag me because that's so cute)

6. Once accidentally swapped suspenders for a day, whilst leaving in a rush

7. Bullying as a type of flirting or the sappiest shit you've ever heard

8. Race is always doing something "for the plot," and it drives spot insaine, trying to keep him from doing something dumb.

9. When race is mad spot will use "pretty" or "baby" to get Race to melt back into his arms

10. Spot loves Races eyes and thinks about them all the time

My fav boys ever.

😜😜😜😜😜😜😜

REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

YIPPE THEY CAME SO HAPPY.

Me try to like something normally and not become weirdly obsessed challenge go!

are your hcs based on 1992siss or livesies or both

They are based on both and can be read as both. However, considering appearances, I do mainly focus on 92sies 😇

jack and blink friendship headcanons i never see anyone talk about them

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (Blink and Jack)

1. The protective and scary older brothers, contradicting to crutchie and Mush being the caring older brothers. If a kid is upset, mush and crutchie comfort and Blink snd jack find and confront.

2. They bully each other 24/7 because they know they can say the most diabolical things to each other without the other getting offended

3. They people watch over the fire escape, they sometimes voice in for the people and think it's the funniest thing ever.

4. Blink will take the piss by talking to Jack in a cowboy accent, and Jack will return it with a pirate accent (cuz yo the eyepatch)

5. When blush and javid hang out, mush and davey will sit there reading and giggling whilst blink, and Jack do some devious activities (like melting stuff with a match), not even a foot away.

6. Blink is really easily rage bated, and Jack finds it hilarious

7. Once they spent a whole afternoon trying to learn to backflip, it did not work

8. They play a game where they see who can charm the most women whilst selling.

9. Hugged once and it was so awks they never did it again.

10. They love each other secretly and really value their friendship, but neither of them woukd ever admit

Bless them, send me any more odd pairings or background character that need more appreciation 🩷

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (kloppman)

1. Every so often, he has to check the boys' hair for an outbreak of lice, most of the boys end up falling asleep on him

2. He has a little first aid box kept under his desk that he only uses when somebody is seriously hurt.

3. He never forgets a single face or name that comes to the boarding house.

4. When somebody's being too loud he sends them to the "naughty corner" no matter their age purely for the lols 😭

5. Him and skittery are locked tf in.

6. Has received "worlds best grandpa" mugs a few times.

7. Has a really good sense of humour, gets pranked all the time by the boys

8. Does the long ahh "back in my day" rant every morning, and everybody knows it word for word

9. Will often give the boys random moments of physical contact because he knows he may be the only caring adult in their life

10. Will confiscate bottles of alcohol, not because they aren't allowed it, but because he wants it. Kloppmans a diva tbh

More Jack or Javid Headcanons

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (javid edition part 2)

1. When Davey goes back to school, he rejoins the debate team, and Jack will come watch every single one of them despite not really understanding what they're about.

2. Davey has a little book where he writes down things that Jack has said that he thinks are really funny (out of pocket statements / mispronounced words) and reads them every so often and laughs.

3. Jack gives unlimited forehead kisses/davey gives cheek kisses

4. Jack loves picking davey up because davey panics and gets really flustered

5. Jacks litters, Davey goes feral

6. When somebody upsets davey at school jack will wait for them outside the gate "just to talk to them"

7. Jack and Esther are besties, and when he comes over, he will always speak to her for about 10 mins before going to find davey

8. Jack does that fuck ass thing where you come up behind someone, cover their eyes and say "guess who"

9. Once Jack was teaching Davey how to lasso but accidentally trapped Jack and was laughing so hard he couldn't undo it

10. Jacks a "where my hug at" warrior

BLUSH HCS

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (blush edition)

1. When laying next to each other, mush will trail his fingers up and down Blinks scars on his back, which sends him to sleep

2. Always warm (Mush) versus always cold (Blink)

3. Blink will always piggyback Mush round after selling when he's tired

4. Mushs love language is physical touch and Blinks is acts of service

5. When they play fight, because mush is so well built and muscular compared to Blink, he let's him win a few times so Blink doesn't feel weak.

6. Blink is prepared to fight anyone who even slightly inconveniences Mush

7. Mush will always think of a joke and try to tell Blink but laughs about it so hard he can't get his words out, Blink just sits there smiling until Mush calms down and can tell him what's so funny.

8. After selling, they hide under their covers together with a flashlight, just giggling and talking all night

9. Mush starts play fights 24/7

10. Blink loves to give mush flowers he finds because of how his face lights up as he puts it behind his ear

I acc love them sm 🩷, does anybody have any fic recs or requests? #boredaf

I love this acc sm omg

Newsie: Panama

Panama wears what looks like a Panama hat but it's actually just a white fedora. He chooses a fedora, which is what the Mafia wears, because he's a wannabe mobster.

In his future wanted poster, the sketch artist will include these defining features: long gelled back black hair, a cleft in the chin and a gap between the teeth.

Being an aspiring gangster, Panama knows how important his physical appearance is, so he never goes anywhere without dressing to the nines. The rest of his outfit consists of a teal scarf and a platinum shirt.

He's all dressed up even when out selling papes and getting his hands blackened with ink like all the other Newsies. This is just his first taste at getting his hands dirty.