WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE HIM SINGING

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 🩷

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.

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

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

YIPPE THEY CAME SO HAPPY.

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

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 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)

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.

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

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.