Notes: I changed some of the ages around, race-13, crutchie- 14, jack- 16
Today was a good day for crutchie. It had been one of those days where papes practically flew out of his hand, he hadnt had to change the headline and the sun was prominant and warm since dawn therefore eliminating any joint problems in his leg. This put people in a cheery mood, letting him keep the change and offering him any spare food they did not want. Not to mention that it had been his birthday a few days prior, and he had been gifted an old, tattered notebook along with a comedically worn down and tiny pencil.
So there he was, sat lazily on his bunk with his legs crossed and the stupidest fuzzy feeling in his chest he got whenever he felt joy. He had the notebook in his hand where he was neatly drawing various shapes. He was concentrating so hard his tongue was sticking half out of his mouth.
"What is ya doin'?" Race chirped as he flopped back on to the mattress.
"Havin' a tea party." Crutchie half-heartedly responded, far to infactuated with his square having perfectly straight lines.
"Wow yous a funny one arnt ya." Race rolled his eyes and twisted his cigar in his mouth.
"I try." Crutchie barely had time to respond before race crawled up the bed and sat between his now open legs, with his back to crutchies chest. Race let his head roll onto the taller boys shoulder and looked up at him with big, chocolate brown eyes. Crutchie forced an angry look on his face, he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows, pulling his lips tightly across his face.
"Get off." He tried to say in a low rumbly tone but his duck-like voice did not help him there.
Race guffawed and bit his lip,the next minute, he was in hysterical laughter. It was so infectious that crutchie began to laugh aswell, they sat there in a hysterical state, both boys trying to get words out but failing by being overtaken by giggles.
"Crutch- Ise can't - yous look so funny - nahahahhahahaha." Race forced these words out, but the giggles bubbling up in his throat had popped and spewed out his mouth. After a while, the laughter had died down, but the boys still had wide smiles plastered cross their faces and were now in a very giggly mood.
"What are ya laughin' at?" Jack called from across the room.
"Nothin." Both boys replied at the exact same time before turning to each other and exploding into another laughing fit.
"Hmmm." Jack raised his eyebrow suspiciously before turning back to his conversation with blink and mush.
They went back to drawing, and crutchie in his giggle-ridden and silly state decided that it would be extremely humorous to draw an ugly monster. He gave it a massive round stomach, with legs that stuck out in the wrong direction, feet that were longer than the body as a whole, and a grimey, discombobulated face. Race and crutchie were giggling quietly every time a new feature was added, both quite amused by themselves. Then, race snatched the pencil and drew a little cowboy hat on the creature along with an arrow that pointed to the word "Jack." The boys made eye contact before breaking into the most insaine and psychotic laughing fit anyone in that boarding house had ever heard. They were practically screaming, race bad tears brimming in his eyes, and crutchie was holding his aching sides.
"Seriously guys, what is so damn funny?" Jack asked sounding strict, yet the way the corners of his mouth were slightly curling ruined his authority persona.
Crutchie panicked at the sound of jacks voice and quickly slammed the book shut.
"Ah-um nothing." He stammered unconvincing.
He tried to read Jack's face, but his eyes were glued to the book. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes and proceeded to calmly walk up to them. They both froze in fear, but those silly smiles just would not budge.
"Give me the book crutch." Jack asked gently, holding his hand out. Unfortunately for cutchie, he made eye contact with race, which for some god-dammed reason made the both of them giggle manically and hide their red, embarrassed faces.
"Give. Me. The. Book." Jack demanded getting a little too close for their liking.
Crutchie scrambled off the bed, desperately reaching for his Crutch just to be swooped up and gently placed on the floor by Jack. They then began to wrestle on the floor, tossing and turning, trying to get the upper hand. All the while, both of them chucking brightly. After a few minutes jack decided he'd had enough of pretending to lose and swiftly flipped them,pinning one of crutchies arms onto the floor. The book still clutched tightly in the other. He frantically looked around for an escape hatch. (Which he did not find)
"Race catch!" He called out before lugging the book in races' direction. The boy still engulfed in giggles from watching his brothers fight on the floor, supringingly caught the book, and quickly hid it behind his back.
"Give me the book race." Jack said in a teasy tone standing over race. Compared to Jack-or just about anyone really- race was tiny, Jack quite literally TOWERED over him like a sky scraper. Race gave him the best puppy dog eyes he could, the no-please-dont-arrest-me look he usually gave to the bulls. He beamed cutely up at his big brother.
"What book Jackie?" He asked innocently not breaking his gaze.
Jack smiled down into his little brothers huge,dark, pleading eyes.
"You know that look only works on me when you're not being a little shit."
Race bolted. Sure, Jack was stronger, but he was faster. He weaved in and out of the bunks, even jumping over a few of the bottom bunks(with jack following close behind),they ran around the washing area as the whole room stared at them, all just as curious of what could possibly be in the book. He saw the door to the hallway, freedom he was almost there, he was going to make it- THUD.
Blink had stuck his leg out from where he was sat and had race trip over it, crashing to the floor. Book strapped by his arms to his chest. He landed only a few spaces away from crutchie, who was still lay there, exhausted from his earlier efforts.
"You've got nowhere else to run. Give it to me." Jack said smugly. Race wanted to smack that look right off Jack's face. He tried to crawl away but felt himself being lifted off the floor and thrown over jacks shoulder. He shrieked in surprise and dropped the book.
"Now, was tha' so hard?" Jack flicked through the first few pages of squiggles and shapes. The two younger boys were nervously giggling, and race was squirming around trying to loaen jacks grip. Then he got to. The page. He made a little choaked sound and stared in horror. The laughing intensified, and now they were high-pitched cackling uncontrollably. In jacks gob-smacked state, Mush was able to grab the book and show the remaining of the inquisitive boys. The room erupted into henious laughter from all the boys.
"Ise wouldn't havtha peisonally." Specs called dramatically. An evil grin spread across jacks seemingly shocked face.
He placed race down next to crutchie, so they were lying, back to the floor right next to eachother. They were no longer laughing, they were just terrified. They shared a nervous glace before looking up at Jack. They were completely and utterly at his mercy.
"Any last words?" Jack asked putting a firm hand on each of them to keep them station.
"Uhhhh...its a different Jack?" Race asked flashing a terrified smile.
The evil glint in jacks eyes did not dissipate. He began to mercilessly tickle his younger brothers. They both squaked and dissolved into frantic cackles and squeales.
"Yous think yous so funny, well I'll give ya somethin' to laugh about!"
"HAHAHA JACK IM SORR- HAHAHA BLINK I HATE YOU!" Race roared in laughter.
"Oops." Bink sighed, staring at the ripped out picture of Jack. He took the gum out of his mouth and used it to hang the picture right above jacks bed.
YIPPE THEY CAME SO HAPPY.
Me try to like something normally and not become weirdly obsessed challenge go!
ok slightly nische but
dutchy headcanons please
or specs :)
Dutchy/ specs headcanons π
1. Once he moved out, dutchy dyed his hair brown because everybody kept asking if he was albino π
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 π©·
Blush: mush= empathy blink= apathy
Javid: Davey= empathy jack= apathy
Sprace: race= empathy spot=apathy
Blush: Blink=sun Mush=moon
Javid: Jack= sun Davey=moon
Sprace: Spot= sun Race=moon
Blush: Blink=Black cat Mush= golden retriever
Javid: Davey= Black cat Jack=golden retriever
Sprace: spot= Black cat race=golden retriever
Blush: friends to lovers
Javid: strangers to lovers
Sprace: enemy's to lovers
Blush: a bench in Central park
Javid: the fire escape
Sprace: Booklyn harbour/Bridge
Stop his frigging three quarter lengths are too cute, I'm gonna melt π
Can u guys send me ur most contravential newsies opinions pls ππ©·ππ©·ππ©·π
NEWSIES HEADCANONS:
1. Mush is literally the CLINGIEST person EVER, like if he likes you, that's it,he is physically latched onto you whenever you're around.
2. When race goes to see spot in his lodging house (he has to climb to up to a window so nobody sees), he always calls spot a princess in a tower and it drives him INSAINE.
3. Skittery is the typa guy to just randomly start laughing and giggling hysterically out of nowhere, and everybody just kinda stares at him (he's a little insaine, but that's okay)
4. Davey was on the debate team when he was at school, but his speeches were always too long, and he got frustrated when he couldn't get his point across fast enough ao he quit (that happened to me)
5. After almost every race, Race goes down and tries to convince the owner to let him go pet the horses,they only said yes once and he won't let it go
6. In Brooklyn, if somebody is refusing to get out of bed in the morning spot will literally just pick them up and throw them off the docs into the water outside π
7. Davey and his dad have the most unbreakable bond ever.
8. Jack picks up on 'fancy' words davey uses and then uses them incorrectly when talking.
9. Crutchie is the WORST sleep talker ever. He just babbles in his sleep but doesn't say anything that makes sense
10. Blink has no filter at all. The first thing that comes into hisbdead is said out loud. Good or bad.
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 π
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
headcannon of mine: when race gets sick, he becomes everyones worst nightmare. he refuses to believe he is sick until he passes out on his feet. he gets pissy with everyone over the smallest thing and, unlike his usual self, he will turn into a cold hearted bitch that even the toughest newsies try to avoid cause he will fuck you up bad enough that you cant see straight for weeks.
when spot gets sick, his personality swaps. he will silently cry over things and it breaks the hearts of the other brooklyn newsies. for the time he is sick, he reggresses back to his childhood thinking and isnt lucid enough to realise, no that isnt his mum, its hotshot who's now whispering "imtooyoungforkidsimtooyoung-" over and over.
anyways sorry for the ramble.
That is SO true omg π
Race would deffo be like "Guys I'm fiiiiine" as he's being carried back to the boarding house my jack π
Spot would be so embarrassed after too, like he gets proper man flu. It's only a head cold and he's acting as if he's been shot π
It was a Friday, a warm, sunny Friday. The sun had gotten to the boys before kloppman could, which influenced the boys out of bed rather than forced. Which was always a monumental help for motivation. Blink was happy. He always rested better in the warmth, so he wasn't exhausted, unlike in the winter when the cold seemed to shake him awake. The cold water from the shower was a relief rather than a burden, and his hair had dried the exact way he wanted it. He was practically radiating happiness.
"Hey, blinks." He felt someone gently clap him on the back before walking into the shower. He didn't even have to turn to acknowledge who it was. In a weird way, you could just sense Mush. His kind and cheeky aura made it seem as if he was glowing,he was impossible to miss. The two boys dressed together, and Blink couldn't help but look down at Mushes toned body. Many of the other news boys envied the way he looked. It was damn near impossible to keep yourself from withering away at the worst of times, yet somehow Mush had managed to not only keep himself unmalnurished but physically fit. It drove Blink insaine, and he couldn't stop thinking about it...its because he's jealous. Or so he told himself.
The roar of talkative and loud newsies echoed through the streets as they barrelled their way to pick up their papes.
"And then Jack was all like 'on me back mush', and I was like..." The rest of it drowned out ad Blink stared doe-eyed at mush. Only he could take such an unfunny joke and laugh about it till tears appeared in his eyes. He silently thought it was adorable. He found humour and good nature in everything he did, the optimistic views other dreary newsies could only dream of having. Blink had never admired characteristics more, Mush tended to brighten the room. Like a walking Ray of sunshine, Blink quietly thought before putting that comprison in his brain files.
"Race, Ise aint seen ya all mornin'!" Mush chirped before pulling race into a big hug. Another noticeable thing about Mush is that he is very touchy,he seemed to find comfort in physical contact and becomes a big teddy bear whenever he felt a lack of it. Blink was a stranger to any physical comfort before he met Mush , however, he quickly learned to adore it.
They lined up and bought their papers, due to Blinks' good feeling about today he bought 70, and Mush bought his usual 80. The boys split up to sell their papes, and it was a breeze. The hyperbolic headline made it so much easier to hawk. They practically flew out of the boys hand as family on summer walks strolled past and felt particularly happy and generous on this gorgeous summer day. Both boys had sold out by just after lunch, leaving them with the whole day to frolick and endeavour in varies activities.
"Youse finished sellin' too?" Blink asks, walking up behind Mush after he spotted him not too far off central park.
"Yeah, headline was even more good than yesterday."
Blink bit back a smile.
"The headline was BETTER than yesterday."
"That's what ise said?"
"No, it ain't."
"Um, yes, it is."
"No youse said 'more good' that ain't right."
"Ise aint even say that, that's false adver-atisement." Mush struggled to get the last word out.
"Ad-ver-tise-ment." Blink sounded out.
"That's what ise said!" Mush giggled,clearly doing this on purpose.
"Youse annoying." Blink crossed his arms and leant against the wall in mock frustration.
"Ise even more good at annoying youse today!" A cheeky grin spread across mushs face as he waited for a reaction.
"Oh shaddap will ya." At that mush snatched blinks cap right off his head and bolted.
"Hey!" Blink laughed before chasing after him. The two boys ran around like a cat and a mouse. Both were manically cackling to themselves as they swerved around people, and over crates, they ran into central park. The long, bright grass gently caressing their ankles as they foolishly played and ran. Mush looked back to see if the other was catching up. When he saw so sign of his one-eyed friend, he turned back around and BANG.
Blink had stood in front of mush, expecting him to run into him and to be able to swipe the hat back. However, mush had come in with considerably more force than expected, sending the two toppling over onto the grass.
"Are you okay?" Mush choked out before both boys burst into hysterical laughter and wheezes. When Blink made another grab for the hat, they wrestled and tussled on the floor for a while before Mush placed the hat on his head and pinned Blinks wrists to the floor. Blink squirmed and tried to pry his arms off the floor, but it proved unsuccessful as Mush just beamed down at him, looking as if he's barely trying.
"Get off!" Blink said through gritted teeth as he used all of his power to sit up. He was fairly close this time, but the stronger boy kept his grip tight and unforgiving.
"Naw this is too funny!" Mush snickered.
"No, it ain't, I'll soak ya!" Blink was obviously only joking.
"How's youse gonna do that when ise so much stronga?" Much said in a teasing tone.
"No ya ain't."
"so then why are youse on your back?"
Blink began to struggle again, after a few close attempts he flopped back into the grass, defeated.
"Fine youse win.'
Mush hummed happily and let go, then lay down next to blink on his back. The warm summer sun was yet to dim. The beams of the sun hit them on the face and yanked a whole new type of happiness out of the pair. The soft grass was far too comfy, and they both wanted to stay there forever.
"It ain't fair, youse shredded." Blink whined
"Ya know, its think I could dead lift you."
"Mush do not, I swear to- MUSH!" Blink shrieked in surprise as he was swiftly lifted off the grass by one arm and one leg. The nerves and surprise made him giggle uncontrollably, which made Mush not want to put him down
"Ready...one...two...three..." Mush counted as he curled Blink, lifting him higher off the ground every time.
"Put me down!" Blink laughed, wanting to wriggle but too scared of being dropped.
"Okay, dont get ya panties in a twist."
He set Blink back on his feet just to find that his own left the floor almost instantly after. Blink picked him up bridal style, definitely not how to dead lift but he didn't have to know that.
"Mys turn."
"Youse doin' it wrong." Mush giggled.
"Then how am ise suposta do it?' Mush didn't answer, just laughed.
"Youse even more bad at this than wrestling."
Blinks face dropped and went stone cold, and then an evil glimmer in his eye appeared, which scared mush.
"Youse going for a swim."
Mush immediately clocked the pond sitting in the middle of the park. He squealed as nervous laughs took hold of him as he thrashed around whilst Blink slowly approached the water.
"Ise don't wanna get wet!" He snorted as he managed to throw Blink off balance, which sent them yet again, on the floor.
"That was NOT funny." Mush gasped
Blink tried to repress the bubble of laughter in his throat. However, he couldn't swallow it down. He began to cackle and wheeze. Mush just lay there staring, feeding off the laughter and admiring the boys wide smile and frantic giggles with big lovey-dovey eyes and the most love sick smile ever.
"Youse beautiful ya know." Mush placed a soft kiss into blinks lips and his hat back onto his head.
"And you -" He picked a daisy and placed it behind Mushs ear, "Are a walking ray of sunshine."
WHY DOES IT SOUND LIKE HIM SINGING
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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.