A Few Actually...

My fav newsies ships go on this order btw:

Sprace, blush, javid, bumswiftery, or anything in that variation.

They have my heart tbh

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 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)

another head cannon cause I got nothin better to do.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you – Race

Looks like he would kill you, would kill you – Spot

like that one scene from the movie where spot holds race back and then tries to soak jack. but also, if spot goes down, you better run cause race is about to go absolutely feral. they dont call him race for no reason. yes he likes the races, but he's also fast as hell

sorry but sprace and javid have carved their way into my heart

Real that scene is so funny because spots all like nooo dont fight, then 2 mins later, he's trying to scrap jack 😭

Sprace,javid and blush are my fav 🩷

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.

Rip Skittery, you would have loved the front bottoms

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

Omg did they really say that

For anyone who needs this:

They're prouddd

😜😜😜😜😜😜😜

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

uhhhh something something crutchie centric??

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (Crutchie edition))

1. He is the most freckled person ever, like he is just coated in freckles.

2. He's a naturally quiet person until he laughs, when he does its full throttle and SO loud. He can't control it

3. His laugh is WAY funnier than the joke, he sounds like a duck 😭

4. His main selling point is by the old people's home, old people just seem to love him and find him adorable so he makes the most profit there

5. He REFUSES to swear, and on the very rare occasion he does he will check around him like its illegal or something

6. His arm he holds the Crutch in is really strong due to holding himself up, once the lodging house was having arm wrestling competitions and everyone was so shocked by his strength

7. Before he chose the name crutchie he was called "bambi" because he looks like a little deer

8. Once, when he was absaloutly exhausted, he let Jack carry him to his bed. They're not allowed to talk about it. EVER.

9. Due to his Crutch he looks shorter than he actually is, so once in a while he leans against something and stands fully upright to remind everyone that he's tall

10. He admires races unpredictability and how exiting his life sounds. Every day, he waits up for race to get back so he can hear about all the crazy shit he did that day