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Newsies high school fanfic outline

David has math with Bumlets, history with Crutchy and Blink, science with Tommy boy and Specs, and English with Dutchy and Kathrine. He meets Jack when he gets assigned to tutor him in English to help get his grades better than last semester’s. Dave never really spoke to any of the Newsies he shared classes with so when he and Jack went to the Lodging house to grab homework to work on for a tutoring session, he got to formally meet all of them. He also didn’t know they were called anything other than their legal names, so when Jack said he shared classes with his friends on the way to the Lodge, David had no clue who he was talking about.

Dave tutors Jack in English (his worst subject, ironic) start of second semester junior year (most of the characters are going to be juniors except for a few which I will explain in a different post). At first David found Jack kind of annoying, but over time, he grows fond of him. After a few weeks of everyday sessions Jack’s grade starts to show improvement so, jack takes the two of them to go get coffee one weekend. While they’re out Jack asks Dave if he can help him on an assignment for a different class, he agrees and they drive down to the Lodging house to grab the project and head back to the coffee shop where they could get more peace and quiet then staying at the house.

The moment Jack opens the door the two are greeted with Pie-eater and Bumlets on the floor, wrestling for a Wii remote, being cheered on by Finch and Romeo, Racetrack filming the entire thing, and everyone watching like it’s a completely normal event. Jack pulls David passed that, and up the stairs to the bunks while David attempts to look back to watch the fight. As they walk over to Jacks bunk, David gets a whiff of what smells like boys locker room. Jack obviously doesn’t notice given he’s used to it, so Dave doesn’t comment and try’s to ignore it. Jack grabs his school bag and they head back downstairs to leave. Pie and Bumlets, still fighting, dash up the stairs, Bumlets behind Pie, accidentally hits Daves shoulder, causing him to loose balance and fall down the stairs. He grabs Jack to regain balance but ends up taking Jack down with him (forth floor to the ground). The two fall and Jack ends up right on top of Davey with their faces like 5 inches away from each other. They hear a laugh and Jack looks up to find Race standing in front of Kloppman’s desk writing something down. Jack knows Race will tell the whole house so he quickly gets off Dave, walks over to him, hits Race in the back of the head and whispers something to him, inaudible to Dave who is still picking himself up off the ground. David helps Jack regather his homework and the two awkwardly leave the house and get into Jack’s truck. Once they get in, they sit there awkwardly, trying to find something to say. Dave blurts out and apology and Jack apologies for Bumlets knocking him down. A few seconds pass and they drive back to the coffee shop. It’s around 3pm when they get there and they stay until closing at 6pm.

That’s all I have written out on paper so far but it’s all in my head and I will try to get the grade list and first chapter out soon.

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 6

All the Newsies share hand and shower towels and they just wash them and lay them out hotel style (all the towels have at least one hole, they’re old). As the Jacob’s start to get closer to the Newsies, they start to learn their birthdays. They get each of them a new hand and shower towel for their birthday, in which Sarah will embroider their name on to both towels in their favorite color.

this is the mug in question from my fic update incase ppl were wondering

because why does it match bumlets so perfectly

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 5

Each Newsie has a mug that only they use. They have a cabinet in their kitchen specifically to store everyone’s mugs. Each cup is special/specific to each person, some made the one they use and others were given or bought theirs. Each mug is labeled at the bottom with the Newsies nickname and all the ones that aren’t labeled are for anyone to use.

(i thought of this while making hot chocolate and i grabbed my favorite mug and was like, huh hc time)

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 4

Nights with the Newsies can either go two ways, everyone goes to sleep at around the same time, or just the younger Newsies then the rest are downstairs doing who knows what. Once everyone is asleep making a noise could be life or death, and by death I mean a pillow to the face or back of the head. They hate when people talk when they’re trying to sleep so if you walk through the Lodging House at night it’s dead silent and I mean dead silent. If you make a noise that isn’t controllable, like talking, many of the boys will throw pillows or mumble/yell to go back to sleep at the source of the sound. Some of them like snore or sleep talk (which is very rare but has happened) but they know who it is because of how used to it they are. Mornings aren’t any better, a lot of the boys are not morning people in the slightest.

I know this like doesn’t make any sense but it does in my head and will probably make more sense on paper.

can we give jake more love please

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 3

There’s a room on first floor of the lodging house, right next to Kloppman’s called the sick/guest room. It has four beds in it, one in each corner, and a bathroom with a bathtub/shower. They use this room when one of them gets sick so they can basically quarantine them. Once four people occupy the room and more people get sick, they either have people share beds or they go back to sleeping in their own bunks because once one Newsie gets sick, they all get sick. They also use this room for guests, so if say the Jacob’s (once they get closer in the story), or Medda or whatever, ever need somewhere to stay, they would sleep in that room. There is one window and that’s on the wall you see when you walk in, right next to the bathroom entrance. It’s a rectangular room with the longer sides having the room entrance and the bathroom entrance. The beds are backed into all four corners, touching the walls.

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 2

They each have their own labeled drawers in the bathroom with their name written on a piece of tape thats suck right above the handle. They keep their medication, their toothbrush, deodorant, chapstick, etc. Any toiletries you wouldn’t normally share go in your own drawer. Everything else like lotion, maybe toothpaste, possibly hair care stuff, shaving cream, anything you would probably leave on your counter. They also have designated cabinets for like medical supplies, extra towels, toilet paper, tissues, blah blah blah. The bathroom is set up the same way it is in the movie minus the barrels Snipeshooter is like using as a bathtub. Because they don’t have showers in the movie I’m expanding the bathroom so there can be showers in there. So right next to the four stalls will be four curtain showers, one of them having a handicap bar and seat for Crutchy. The only bathtubs they have is in a room I’m calling the sick/guest room that will be talked about in the next update.

Modern Newsies HC’s for my AU Part: 1

They all share clothes. Like dating or not they all share clothes. You’ll find like Boots wearing Snoddy’s hoodie because it’s baggy on him, or Romeo sleeping in Blink’s shirt because it’s comfortable. Unless they’ve specifically requested no one else wears it, it will be shared. Even more likely for people who share a bunk like Kid Blink and Racetrack or Jake and Snipeshooter to share clothes.

Highschool Fic update

No I haven’t started writing, I am currently writing an outline of what i want to happen but here are the ships I have planned. Also unless they are a musical only character I will be using the 1992 versions of the characters so if you haven’t seen that version you should.

Jack and David, but it’s like kinda slow burn

Jack and Kathrine, but by the start of the story they have broken up but stayed friends

Blink and Mush, obviously

Jack and Sarah, they did date prior to the story but non of Sarah’s family or the Newsies knew they were dating or that they knew each other, you’ll see how that works later

Sarah and Kathrine, we love the newsbians

Racetrack and Spot, again using the 92 versions only bc I’m a sucker for a good ‘92sies Sprace story (sorry Spralbert and Ralbert shippers)

Bumlets, Swifty, and Skittery, BUMSWIFTERY FOR LIFE

Snitch and Itey, there is no freaking way they aren’t dating they literally share a bed

Tommy Boy and Finch, don’t ask me why it’s just one of my favorites

Specs and Dutchy, yes 92 Specs this ship is so random but I love it so much

Elmer and Buttons, I LOVE THESE TWO AHH

Jojo and Mike, can’t have a story without these two

Sniper, Smalls, Hotshot, but all girls because we NEED girl power

Graves and York, gotta have some Brooklyn Newsies ofc

These are all I can think of at the moment if you have anymore that you want to see or that I forgot please comment them

guys i’m writing a newsies highschool au where david and jack meet through david having to tutor jack in english at the beginning of the second semester

Help me

can anyone help me find this post about how each of the newsies wake everyone up please i liked it not long ago but now i cant find it. if anyone knows what im talking about could they send it please youd be a life saver

Headcanon #5

Medda is the ultimate mom, and loves the younger newsies. When nobody’s performing, she lets them run around the theater, try on costumes and jewelry, and play with the Beauties. Sometimes the older boys come in to collect their younger friends to find them in floppy hats, pink feather boas, and high heeled shoes. Medda’s happy to let them keep beads and ribbons, and the little newsies are happy to have a souvenir from the theater.

Headcanon #2

Jack has a little mini-cactus plant named Hank that he keeps in the lodging house because it’s “like in Santa Fe.” He makes the other newsies water Hank on certain days of the week. He once tried to sleep with Hank like a teddy bear, but regretted it in the morning with several needles sticking out of his face.

Spot Conlon can do the splits like a pro.

And Jack Kelly wishes he could be as cool.

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

(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)

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

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 🩷👅

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.

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 🩷