Bad Mood

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.

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

Rip Skittery, you would have loved the front bottoms

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.

Omg did they really say that

For anyone who needs this:

They're prouddd

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

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

Annoying little brothers

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.

some javid headcanons if you ship them maybe!!

NEWSIES HEADCANONS (javid edition)

1. Sometimes davey will mock jacks accent, like he'll randomly switch to a THICK New York accent if the sentence Jack said also had a heavy accent.

2. When Davey tries to teach Jack English and other school subjects, Jack has no motivation, Davey said that every time he got one right, they can kiss. Jack started studying harder than ever

3. They have very stereotypical sleepovers, the ones where they stay up giggling all night and start giggling even harder when someone tells them to shut up and go to sleep.

4. Jack has a STARING problem, like every time Davey looks over Jacks eyes are glued to him.

5. People third wheel their dates all the time, wether it's Mush or Crutchie, people just don't seem to take the hint.

6. Everyone teases Davey for being "the walking mouth" and talking too much, but Jack just let's him waffle and never tells him to stop.

7. Dark humour versus regular humour. Jack will randomly say something really dark and laugh whilst Davey stares at him in horror.

8. On the way to Daveys House he will pick every stray flower that he sees to give it to him.

9. They take it in turns to pull each other into a nearby alley way during selling to kiss/cuddle for a few mins.

10. When Davey stays at the lodging house and he shares a bed with Jack, because the beds are tiny, Davey has to pretty much sleep on top of Jack. Once they decided to swap the roles and Davey got squished.

Please give me Any headcanon/fic requests you would want to see 🩷☔️