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[kellyscowboy]

OKAY SO THEY MEET WHEN HOTSHOT IS ESSENTIALLY STALKING RACE TO MAKE SURE HES NOT DOING ANYTHING SKETCHY. RIGHT AFTER RACE FIRST STARTS SELLIN IN BROOKLYN

RACER BROUGHT THE TWINS AS A BACKUP THAT ALSO WOULDN’T SEEM TO BE TRYING TO START A TURF WAR.

THEYRE KINDA SCRAWNY LOOKIN, BUT RACE KNOWS THAT THEYRE MISCHIEVOUS ASF.

SO WHEN HOTSHOT COMES AROUND AND STARTS WATCHING THEM HE SEE RACER BEING WAY MORE SERIOUS THAN HE EVER IS, AND THE TWINS BASICALLY BOUNCING AROUND TO SELL PAPES AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE

HOTSHOT’S JUST LIKE 🤨Wtf is happening🤨 AND GOES UP TO THEM AND STARTS TALKING ABOUT HOW THEYRE ON BROOKLYN TURF AND NEED TO LEAVE BEFORE SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS

AND IKE COMES UP AND IS LIKE 🥺You’re kickin us out? But we’ll never make it back to ‘Hattan in time🥺

AND IKE DOES THE B E S T PUPPY DOG EYES SO IKE IS LIKE 😒Just for today. This edition. Then you’re out😒

And Race immediately knows that Hotshot has the hots for Ike

His gaydar is on point.

And then he notices that when they cross the bridge, Ike seeks out Hotshot when they get to Sheepshead.

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Random hcs:

They are a golden retriever/black cat couple

Mike ABSOLUTELY gives the shovel talk.

Ike gets one from the entirety of Brooklyn (not all at once, they just happen to all give him one)

Once Brooklyn gets to know Ike, they give Hotshot the shovel talk

Hotshot calls Ike corazón

Most of their ‘date nights’ are just finding an empty corner bunk to curl up in and Hotshots holding Ike, brushing his fingers through his hair

They are the resident matchmakers of both boroughs

I WOULD DIE FOR RILEY!!!

i love this so much. you put me on the ikeshot agenda. i would die for them. i love them.

#thank u #omg #theyre everything #addkhjfgjkgahjdk #newsies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... asks #ikeshot #hotshot newsies #ike newsies #livesies

[delicatetaylorsversion]

hi walter <3 how are you? 3, 4 and 30 for the ask game ☄

Hey Z 💖 i'm fine thanks ❣

3. three songs you were recently obsessed with

Beyoncé - Halo

Taylor Swift - Treacherous

Eminem - Not Afraid

4. three songs that you know thanks to your parents

Queen - Radio Ga Ga

Falco - Vienna Calling

Robbie Williams - Let Me Entertain You

(i knew these before but they brought my attention to these songs)

30. three songs you really want your followers to know (for reasons other than all those above)

CHVRCHES - Death Stranding

James Blunt - Postcards

Fall Out Boy - The Kids Aren't Alright

“the three songs” ask set <3

#youdrewstars13 #z #💕💖💓 #ask #ask games #off topic

[kellyscowboy]

how do you recommend getting into writing for newsies, i really want to but i lack the confidence as i’m worried about being inaccurate???

hi ml!! honestly, i just threw myself in head first. the newsies fandom, in general, has such a little following that most people are happy with whatever content they can get. at least, that's my opinion.

however!! if you want to fully immerse yourself, LOTS of people do character studies on here. i also recommend checking out a couple of other blogs and reading what they have written for newsies! a couple of good blogs (for character studies & newsies fics) are:

@jack-kellys

@baura-bear

@emmedoesntdomath

@fluffydavey

@loving-jack-kelly

@noxexistant

@letter-from-the-refuge

@bound-for-santa-fe

@we-are-inevitable

(sorry for any unwanted tags)

also here is a newsies resources masterlist which might help!

aside from all that, i truly think the newsies fandom is one that strives on headcannons. as long as something you write for your character can make sense based on something from canon, you're set. and even if it isn't based on something from canon, who's gonna tell you no? people might disagree with how you write a character, but at the end of the day its YOUR fanfiction and YOUR interpretation.

when it comes to newsies, i think that as long as you understand the characters on a surface level, you can't be too inaccurate. which isn't to say that you shouldn't take the time to dig deeper into the characters, you definitely should! but i think if you understand the basics of a character, that's a really good place to start. you may even find yourself learning more about the characters as you write for them.

also interviews from the actors are good. while not technically canon, they have a better understanding of the characters then i think a lot of us do. uksies specifically has a lot of interviews where they talk about character interpretations.

i hope this helps, i am all over the place rn so if none of this makes any sense i am so sorry. & for anyone else in the fandom, PLEASE feel free to reblog this with extra tips and notes!! (and on a side note, flo i love your works & i think either way, what you write will be amazing!!)

#im so sorry if none of this helped #shdjajdjsjfjg #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... asks #honestly this was hard to answer bc #i myself am not confident writing for newsies HELP #i sure do hope like i come off like i am tho😀 #newsies #livesies #newsies fanfic

[kellyscowboy]

“You’re so cute when you start babbling without realizing."

Javey 👀

sorry for the late response!! been a wee bit busy & am still struggling w/ writers block lol || the prompt list

Mouth. That was David's nickname. One he had earned from sassing off to other newsboys one too many times. Contrary to what his nickname suggests, David doesn't like talking. Really, if Jack would let him, he would try—and probably fail—to keep his big mouth shut.

He was truly scared of his words, of what he could instigate by the simple act of speaking. Honestly, the last thing he wanted to do was say something, off-handedly, and land himself in another stressful situation. While the strike wasn't something he regretted (anymore), while it was happening he couldn't help but think about all of the bruises he wouldn't have gotten if he could've just kept his mouth shut.

And, to add onto everything else, he knew he talked too much. It was a miracle, really, that the other's haven't yelled sewed his mouth shut. Button's had probably suggested it before, though he figured no-one took his offer seriously.

David had made it a point to stop talking as much. For the greater good, he said. But he really couldn't help himself around certain people. Mostly his family, and Medda. And sometimes particular newsboys, one's who understood his struggle and eagerly blabbered with him. Like Mike, and sometimes Finch, on certain topics.

Even then, he could hold himself back. He never let the conversations get too far and he never fully let himself go.

But then there was Jack. And there was something about the boy that made him far too easy to talk to. Something about him let David let his guard down, without even thinking about it.

"And so when the air get's like that- Oh." David stopped in the middle of his rant. He turned to look at Jack, who looked back at him like he was the whole universe. It made David uneasy. "Sorry, Jack. I didn't realize I was talking so long. I've probably made you miss something important."

Jack snorted. "Somethin' important? Yeah, I gotta meeting with the mayor. Can't believe you've kept me this long." The boy looked down at his wrist, pretending like he had a watch.

"Jack-"

"Dave." Jack mocked. "You ain't even been talkin' longer than 10 minutes. Besides. You're really cute when ya start babbling without realizing."

David went red. "You don't have to lie to me, Jack. I know I can get annoying and boring. Especially when I start talking about stuff you don't know."

"I don't know half the stuff ya talk to me about. Don't bother me none. I just like listenin' to ya talk." Jack paused. "I know ya try 'n hold ya-self back with the others. Makes me feel sorta special when ya start rambling to me."

"Oh-'

"And ya words ain't nothing, Dave. Even when ya use big words and nothin' you're sayin' makes any sense. They mean everything to me, really."

David wanted to curl up and die, because Jack was stripping back every layer of him and placing him out for everyone to see.

"Go on, Dave. Tell me 'bout the air and clouds."

The boy smiled, his walls slowly cracking. "Okay, well-"

#i didnt know how to end this #very sorry #uhhh #IDK #idk how to feel abt this tbh #the writers block is blocking ew #javid #javey #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

“I won’t get sick I promise! Just let me kiss you!”

Blush 😌

Blink looked absolutely miserable. He was about as red as Spot Conlon's suspenders, and the bags under his eyes made him look ghastly. The hot Manhattan summer did not help his high fever. Mush pressed a wet, lukewarm towel to the boy's head.

"Y'idiot," the sick boy muttered. He half-heartedly shoved at Mush's hand.

Mush laughed and put the towel back one again. "Why d'ya say that?"

"Ain't sellin' papes, you dope." Blink pushed himself up on one elbow. " 'M fine. Get outta here."

"Fine, fine. Whatever you say," Mush agreed. He wrung out the towel and dropped it into a bucket beside the bed. After he dropped the towel, he leaned over Blink and nuzzled his way into the boy's personal space. "I'll get outta ya hair, but can I get a kiss for my troubles?"

Blink pushed Mush's head to the side. "I'm gonna getcha sick."

Mush rolled his eyes and grab the sick boy by his chin. "C'mon, it's just one kiss."

"You're such a baby when you're sick," He argued through squished cheeks. "I ain't takin' care of ya."

"I won't get sick I promise! Just let me kiss you!"

Mush could see the moment the other boy gave in. He grinned and placed a quick peck on the sick boy's lips. "I'll try 'n getcha some medicine from Medda. Get some rest."

-

It had only been a week. Blink had hopped out of bed, eager to sell again. Eager to pay his dues to the other boys, who had been paying for his lodging whilst he was sick. He was cheerful about his health, until he heard groaning from the bunk above him.

"What's up, Mush?" He asked before he saw it. His boyfriend's face was pale, he had a red nose, and condensation was building on his forehead. Blink sighed. "I told ya. No more kissing while one of us is sick."

Mush whined and nodded, then curled into himself. "Stay for jus' today? Please?"

Blink wanted to argue. He wanted to say, I told ya you're a baby when you're sick. I need to sell today! But he didn't. He grinned and grabbed a towel and a bucket, just like Mush did for him. Then he crawled into the boy's bunk and kept a cool towel to his forehead as he slept.

#sorry i took a minute #sorry its shrot #also #sorry if i didn't do blush justice #i've never written for them LOL #anyway #mush meyers #kid blink #blush #blush newsies #92sies #newsies 1992 #newsies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // blurbs ❥

[kellyscowboy]

oh oh you put out new prompts! May I humbly suggest “Come here, let me hold you.” for Javey (specifically livesies)?

"Come here, let me hold you." || the prompts sorry for the late response! i was super busy this week </3 cw: violence & blood!

"Mama's gonna kill me." David said and looked down at his shaking hands. "She's gonna kill me. Pa's gonna kill me. Sarah's gonna be so upset. I was supposed to protect him, Jack. I'm supposed to keep him safe."

"Dave, ya did keep him safe-"

He looked at the stains on his shirt and looked up at Jack with wide eyes. His hands continued to shake violently as he helplessly wiped at his undershirt. "I got- I got blood on my shirt. It's gonna stain, Mama isn't gonna know how to get a blood stain out of my shirt-"

"Dave. It'll wash right off. Stop worrying about stupid stuff. Are you-"

"I could've killed him, Jack. He was sputtering underneath me and I thought he was gonna die, and I didn't stop. I would've killed him," David's voice was caught in his throat. "I think I might throw up."

Jack sighed and sat across from the boy. "You ain't gonna throw up, Davey. It's gonna be alright. You know we wouldn't let you kill anyone. Ya family need's ya too much for us to let you get locked up."

David held his shaking, raw, bloody fists up to his chest. "I was supposed to keep him safe."

"Les is okay, David. He was downstairs playing pirates with the other boys just a couple of minutes ago. You did good, Dave. Ya kept him safe," Jack said.

"It wouldn't have happened if I had just sold with him like he had asked me too."

Jack sighed again, deeply. He waved the other boy over. "Come here, let me hold you." David got up, his entire body continued to shake as he fell into Jack's arms.

"Look," Jack said as he took David's hands into his own. "Ya hand's all dirty, all bloody." He spit into his shirt—which made David wince—and wiped at the other boy's knuckles. The blood came off and stained his white shirt. "But underneath it's still all nice and clean. Ya know why? Cuz ya ain't dirty, or mean, or cruel. You've got good intentions. Any one of us woulda reacted the same way if we had gotten to the guy first."

David took a deep, shaky, breath and nodded his head. "Can you walk us home? You can stay the night, so you don't have to walk back so late."

"I'd walk anywhere for ya, Dave. Ya know that."

#also didn't know how to end this #uhhh #david beat some mfs up !! #king energy #anyway #jack kelly #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #newsies proshot #newsies live #javid #javey #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // blurbs ❥ #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

For the dance prompts 21 and 33 for Blush please and thanks

#23. "We are that cheesy couple that dances in the kitchen." & #33. Soft music in the background, swaying in the kitchen after being distracted from doing the dishes. // sorry for the late response!! writers block still going strong & all that jazz. haven't written for blush b4 so i hope its true to the ship :). this is kinda modern au but likeeee 80's-90's modern au || the prompt list

Kid Blink thought he was dreaming. Most days he thought he was dreaming. It wasn't often that people like him and Mush could have anything more than a one room apartment. But there they were, in a house in Santa Fe.

It felt a little weird living in Jack's dream. None of the boys thought they would end up in Santa Fe with him, well, other than David. Yet they were all there, just a couple of doors down from each other.

The Santa Fe sun shone in through the window as the boy did began to do the dishes. He couldn't help but think how right Jack was. The sun was different there.

Blink always tended to wake up a couple of hours before Mush. He would turn on the radio and sway along to whatever song as he did the chores. It felt oddly domestic, so domestic it also made Blink nauseous. Not because it was bad just... unfamiliar.

"Mornin'," Mush mumbled into his ear. Blink jumped, almost broke the plate he was holding. "Mmm, sorry. Didn't mean to startle ya."

" 'Ts fine." Blink melted in Mush as they boy hugged him from behind. He rested his chin on Blink's shoulder and looked out the window above the sink. Jack was outside mowing his lawn, David watching him from the porch as he sipped on his coffee. The two both noticed them at different times, waving at them before resuming their conversation. "Why're ya so early, angel?"

Mush pushed his eyes against his boyfriend's shoulder. "Left the curtains open a little last night. Light got in 'n woke me up."

"I see," Blink began to rinse off the plate he had been holding. "Gotta make sure we close 'em."

"Mhm," Mush mumbled in agreement. Slowly, the song the radio was playing began to fade out and the DJ began to speak.

"Goooood-morning, Santa Fe!" The DJ spoke. His voice was soft but enthusiastic. "This one is for all the lovebirds in town. I see y'all. Hugging in the early morning before you go your separate ways. Stand by each other this morning! Let's hear it... Stand By Me by Ben E. King."

The two boys giggled at the silly transition, but Mush gasped in delight as the song began to play. "I love this song. C'mon, Blink!"

"No, Mush." Blink whined, trying to hide his smile as his boyfriend tugged on his shirt. "Gotta finish the dishes."

"You can finish them later." Mush insisted. "There will always be dishes to wash, but there will not always be Stand By Me playing on the radio and your very beautiful boyfriend here to dance with."

Blink rolled his eyes fondly. "Fine. But you're gonna be the one covered in soap."

Mush shrugged as he intertwined their hands. "I can deal with that," and he giggled while the soap tickled the skin between his fingers. They swayed together, the song softly consuming them.

The two twirled slowly around the kitchen. Soap got all over their clothes and the back of Mush's neck. They pushed their foreheads together, taking the moment to appreciate each other.

"We're that cheesy couple that dances in the kitchen," Kid Blink said breathlessly. "I can't believe that."

"I can." Mush laughed. "I knew I'd get ya into the domestic life one way or annuda."

As the song slowly faded out, and another one began to play, the two stood there in silence. Frozen in the moment. Mush leaned up to place a smell peck on his boyfriend's lips.

"Blink..."

The boy hummed in acknowledgement.

"Ya left the water on."

#ummm #a little ooc bc #modern au #idk something abt all of the boys living their little domestic lives #i would DIE for riley #blush newsies #blush #mush meyers #kid blink #newsies #92sies #newsies 1992 #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

”are you asleep?” “…no.” 

either javey or karah pls?

hi! i just wanted to say that i have nothing against karah, i just feel like i'd butcher them so bad and i dont wanna do that to my girls </3 || the prompts

Jack Kelly had always dreamed of being domestic. He had dreamed of a small apartment for him and his lover, maybe a dog or cat that would sleep at the bottom of his feet. Not a child—unless he had taken someone in off the streets like Medda had done for him—but he figured he could be domestic enough without one.

But it was his first night in a new apartment, his first night away from his boys. The boys that he had raised and protected, the boys he had known for practically his whole life. He had put Racetrack in charge, and he knew the young gambler would take care of his boys, but he still felt uneasy.

It all felt unfamiliar to him. Jack wasn't used to sleeping in a nice bed, in his own room, next to a boy he loved, and without any kids to come crying to him about a nightmare. It wasn't that it was bad, just new and quite frankly, a little unsettling.

David was sound asleep beside him, his arm over Jack's torso. All Jack could do was stare at the ceiling. He tried to enjoy his new bed that was just for him and Dave, but he couldn't.

It had only been a day, and Jack had decided he didn't like being domestic. He liked where he had been the day before. With his boys, selling false headlines. And while he wasn't getting sales as much anymore, his boyish charm now gone due to his age, he still got to go home to his family. Dave was his family too, don't get Jack wrong, but it was different.

Jack felt himself tense as his boyfriend stretched. David paused mid-stretch, and tilted his head toward Jack. "Are you asleep?" He whispered.

"... No," Jack admitted, his voice booming in the quiet night.

Dave sat up and lit the lamp beside their bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dave." Jack fake a smile and tucked David's hand into his chest. "It's alright. Go back to sleep."

His boyfriend shrugged and cuddled into Jack's shoulder. "I wasn't asleep, anyway. I can't sleep. I'm not used to being away from my folks, not sharing a bed with a 12 year old."

"Me neither."

"They'll be okay without you, Jack." David said. "Racetrack's got them. He's matured a lot these past two years. Besides, he was always serious when he needed to be."

"I know, I know." Jack looked down at his feet. "I just... It feels weird to know they don't need me anymore."

David was quite for a second. He grabbed at Jack's chin and forced the boy to look at them. "Just because they don't need you anymore doesn't mean they don't want you anymore. Those boy's would've killed to keep you at the lodging house till you died." Another pause. "They don't need you anymore, because they've grown. But I still need you, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Jack smiled and leaned down to give David a kiss. "Yeah, I'm glad I'm here too."

Maybe the domestic life ain't too bad, Jack thought.

#i feel like this was all over the place but its fiiiiine #anyways #enjoy #this #HELP idk i feel like i've been writing so much lately that my words are gone LOL #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #javid #javey #newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs

[kellyscowboy]

 “do you think we’d still be a couple in an alternate universe?” “go to bed.” “what if we already got married and have five kids.” “go to bed.” 

Javey 👀👀

the prompts!

It was a rare night in the Jacob's household. For just one night, it was just David and Les occupying the house. Sarah had a serious interview for a scholarship to a prestigious private school a few cities over. Naturally, Esther and Mayer both wanted to be there to support her. The boys had wanted to be there too, but Mayer had barely started working again so they still needed to sell papers until school started.

David had promised his parent's that the two would be fine alone. And, if it made them feel better, he would invite Jack over.

"Oh, please do! Jack is such a tough boy, he'll keep you two safe!" Esther had said.

"Mama!" David had groaned. "I can keep us safe. Really, we'll be fine."

His mother had grabbed his face and smiled, running a soothing finger over his cheek. "I know, David. But, still. I think you should invite Jack over. I'll feel better knowing you two aren't alone. Besides, I worry for him when he sleeps at the lodging. And since we won't be there, you two can sleep in our bed!"

"Fine, Mama. I'll have Jack over." He wasn't really upset about it. Truth be told, he worried for Jack too. And it would be nice to spend the night with his boyfriend without having to worry about the littles. Every time he stayed with Jack at the lodging, they had to stay up late incase a younger newsie had a nightmare or just woke themselves up.

What he hadn't thought of, was that Jack's sleep schedule was long gone and nothing could fix it. "Jack. Les doesn't wake up unless you wake him up yourself, and the younger boys are fine with Racetrack and Crutchie. There's nothing to keep you awake."

"I know! I'm jus' not used to going to sleep this early," Jack complained. He thrashed on the bed and jumbled up the sheets. "Not used to sleepin' in no fancy bed neither."

David had done everything. He had gotten Jack a glass of warm milk, which nearly woke up Les because of how loud their stove was. He had tried to hold his hand, card his fingers through his hair. Hell, he had even read him bed time stories and counted sheep.

After doing everything he could think of, David gave up. He just wrapped himself around Jack's arm, interlocked their fingers, and decided to go to sleep.

His sense began to go, and he was nearly asleep, when Jack decided to talk. "Do you think we'd still be a couple in an alternate universe?" Dave could feel Jack's lips moving against his hair, and he groaned tiredly.

"Go to bed."

David thought he had, too. Until a couple of minutes later he piped up again.

"What if we're already married and have five kids?"

He sighed and stretched while still wrapped around Jack's forearm. "Go to bed."

Jack only chuckled. He let out a long sigh, before he threw his arm around David's torso and buried his face into his boyfriend's curly hair. It was only a matter of seconds before Jack was lightly snoring, and David found himself matching his boyfriend's breathing pattern as he fell back asleep.

#i would die for riley #i love them sm #newsies #92sies #1992sies #newsies 1992 #jack kelly #francis sullivan #david jacobs #javid #javey #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // blurbs ❥ #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

"you're so cute when you... get excited so much at something, you start jumping up and down." requested by @sparkedblaze || the prompt list

"And they say I'm the excitable one," Ike comments. "Lookit ya."

Hotshot comes to a quick stop. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It wasn't an insult," Ike sighed. "It's just... You're so cute when you get excited at something. You start jumping up and down."

"If you tell anyone that, I'll kill you." Hotshot comments, then continues to go on about the new circus that had landed in Brooklyn. Ike grinned and rolled his eyes.

Ike knew it was a privilege to see Hotshot excited about something. With everyone else, he was cool and collected. Nothing shocked him, scared him, or excited him. Until he was around Ike.

Hotshot would began to speak too fast to be understood, and his accent would grow thicker. His hands would flail excitedly in front of his face.

"I would call you cute again, but I've already been threatened once today." Ike joked before he grabbed his boyfriends hand and kissed it. "I'll take you to the circus a million times if you promise to talk about it like this every time."

#im sorry this is so short omg #im completely blanking rn #the writers block is so cute #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #ikeshot #ike newsies #hotshot newsies #newsies #livesies #newsies live

[kellyscowboy]

rip jack kelly you would’ve loved cowboy casanova by carrie underwood

rip jack kelly you would've loved suds in the bucket by sara evans😞😞

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[kellyscowboy]

OMGOMG SO FOR THE TOUCH STARVED PROMPTS

“Is this okay?”

“It’s more than okay.”

WITH EITHER RACE AND CRUTCHIE BEING SIBS OR PLATONIC SPRACE ALSO BEING SIBS (bc sibling intimacy/closeness (intimacy doesn’t always equal sex and I need more people to recognize this) is just <33333, and Race and Crutchie and/or Platonic Sprace are just perfect for this XD)

i adore this okay let's go || the prompt list CW : violence, blood, slight cussing

Racetrack had never been one for physical contact. He had been in the refuge one too many times to view touch as anything but a threat. Any chance at physical comfort, no matter who it was from, was eagerly denied.

Everyone knew about Racer's ill feelings towards touch. It even an off-handed joke in every introduction to a new newsboy.

"You'll be a'right kid, there's only a couple of things to remember. Ya gotta eat what ya don't sell, so don't buy too many papes. Try ta stay away from Oscar n Morris, they ain't too friendly. Oh, also, ya see that crazy blonde guy trying to land a cigar in the redheaded boys hat? Yeah, stay a foot away from him or he'll kill ya."

It was funny. It only hurt Race's feelings whenever he thought about it for too long. So he didn't. He considered his little quirk, nothing too serious and nothing to dwell on.

There was never really a time where he felt like was missing out. Not until after the first fight of the strike. Which made absolutely zero sense to the boy. He had just been beaten senseless. He had just felt skin against his own for the first time in years, and it had brought him nothing but pain. But the one thing he wanted more than anything else at that moment was a hug. And maybe a corona.

He had sulked into the lodging house and climbed up the ladder to Jack's penthouse without a word to anyone else. If anyone would know what to do at that moment, it was Jack. So, he sat there and waited. Waited for Jack to walk in, read his entire being with one look, then give him a silent hug and never mention the moment ever again.

It never happened. He sat up there for hours, pushing the blood out of a fresh cut and then wiping it away. Pushing into a bruise to remind himself how stupid it was to want any sort of physical contact, especially at that moment.

"Hey, Racer." A familiar, soft voice sounded from the ladder. His head turned on it's own accord, glad to hear such a familiar voice. One he had heard since he was a baby.

"Hey..." Racetrack replied, just as softly. He got up and silently helped the boy onto the platform and slid right back down to the floor.

It was quiet between the two for a while. The two brothers had never been good at communicating with each other. In fact, the only reason the others even knew the two were related was because of Jack. Racetrack was the youngest, Jack the middle, and Crutchie the oldest.

Each had a good relationship with jack, but never with each other. They never knew how to go about each other; they were polar opposites. Crutchie tended to be optimistic, he was more quiet and ended every fight with a hug or a pat on the back. Racetrack was a pessimist, he was obnoxious and physically cringed whenever Crutchie got too close. The only thing they had in common was their sarcastic personalities, and that wasn't enough to build a relationship with the two.

Crutchie was finally the first to break the silence. "Jack ain't come back yet."

Racetrack had been biting his nails, but stopped at the news. The youngest had figured that Jack had been in the lodging comforting all the younger boys the last few hours. "What?"

"Jack ain't-"

"I heard ya the first time," Racetrack grumbled. "Ain't ya ever heard someone say that when they're shocked? It never means you gotta say it again."

Crutchie frowned but nodded. "Yeah. Sorry."

The younger boy folded into himself more. He pressed harder into a bruise. "Me too."

"Some of the littles are asking for you..." Crutchie finally admitted after another long pause. "Ya know I've never really been good at making 'em laugh like you. So."

"I- I can't," Racetrack admitted in a small voice. "They need Jack. They- They need someone who'll tuck 'em into bed and give 'em a kiss on the forehead or something. I can't do that."

Crutchie blew at Racetrack's hand as it pressed into a cut on his cheek. "Stop that. It ain't gonna heal if you keep fucking with it, Racer."

"Right. Sorry." Racetrack pushed himself up on his knuckles. Crutchie knew it was just another way to bother a wound. "I'm gonna- I'll go figure out what to do 'bout the kiddos."

He paused at the entrance leading down to the ladder. Racer turned to look at Crutchie and completely deflated where he stood. Tears swelled in his eyes and he didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do and he didn't know why he was standing there, crying and flailing his arms desperately.

He wished he could get over himself. He wished he could moved and hug his brother warmly like he'd seen Jack do multiple times in the past. Everything about it scared him. The action, how he would ask Crutchie. 'Hey, I know we talk maybe once a week. But I, the person who hasn't hugged someone since I was five, really need a hug from my brother right now.'

Luck was on his side that day, because he didn't ask. Crutchie just silently got up and wrapped his arms around his youngest brother. Racetrack didn't even flinch, just melted into the hug. But Crutchie still felt guilty.

"Is this okay?"

Racetrack sobbed and hugged his brother back tightly. "It's more than okay."

#crutchie blowing at racetrack's hands instead of pushing at them bc he's warry of doing so much as moving the boys hands #just wanted to point that out bc #i thought ppl might miss it #anyway #wrote this while watching pitch perfect el oh el #newsies #livesies #newsies live #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

Dialogue 32 for Spralbert 👀

"You're allowed to be weak, you know." || the prompts i'm so sorry this is so late, i was so busy the last two days </3

Racetrack had never felt betrayal. He never thought he would feel betrayal. Every newsie was a brother to him; they were work associates that he had claimed as his flesh and blood. Co-workers who he had raised and fed alongside Jack Kelly.

Jack Kelly, the man who had betrayed him and all of his brothers. The man who he had looked up to and defended with his life. Racetrack had always been sure he would never lose Jack, not like he had lost everyone else. And in a way, he was right. Everyone else had not chosen to leave him, to betray him. They had died or been locked up and sent far away.

But not Jack. Jack had consciously chosen to betray him; he had consciously decided that a small stack of cash was worth more than Racetrack's endless loyalty.

"Are we still strikin'?" Smalls had asked him quietly.

Race sighed and ruffled their hair. "I dunno, kid. Get ta sleep."

After he had tucked in all of the younger newsies—which proved to be a quite difficult task, many of the boys asking for stories that only Jack had known—he had found himself in Jack's penthouse. I deserve it, he had convinced itself. It's not like he's ever gonna use it again, anyway.

It was so high up that the air was clean and it smelt strictly of new leather. It smelt of tight hugs, fights, stories, smiles—it smelt of every memory he had shared with his brother. And Racetrack sobbed. He sat there, his knees pulled up to his chest, and sobbed.

The ladder creaked, and he could hear loud whispers. Race quickly collected himself. He wiped aggressively at his eyes as he scrambled to his feet. When Spot and Albert had gotten to the top, they froze.

"... Were you crying?" Albert asked. Spot rolled his eyes and elbowed the boy harshly. A whispered shut up followed.

Racetrack sniffled, and covered it up with a cough. "Nah. What do ya think I am? Some baby or something?"

"Racer," Spot said gently. He made his way to the boy, and wrapped an arm around his waist. "You're allowed to be weak, you know."

"I'm not weak," He let out, weakly.

Albert had stood next to him, too. He had grabbed Race's hand and rubbed it with his thumb. "Nah. You're pretty damn strong. You handled today like a champ." He paused and looked at his boyfriend. "But we all got our weak moments. Don't make us any less tough."

"Ya know it's important when an idiot's speaking the truth," Spot joked. "Listen, Race. We're gonna sit here for a couple of hours. We're gonna cry, because Jack's betrayal ain't hit anyone easy. Then we're gonna get some sleep, wake up, and figure this damn strike out."

Racetrack nodded and moved to sit down, his back against the fence. Jack had betrayed not just him, but their entire family. Other boroughs included. They didn't know what they were going to do without them, but they still had each other.

#tbh #i didn't know how to end this #also #im sorry if this is all over the place #wrote it while watching west side story LMAO #hope u enjoyed whatever this is el oh el #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // blurbs ❥ #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #albert higgins #newsies #livesies #newsies live #spralbert #also i've never written spralbert so i'm sorry in advance- #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

I need to know your thoughts on who's been to the refuge and how many times!

ouu okay! i've never really thought abt this before, but here we go:

JACK - i think Jack has only been to the refuge once, but it was for a really long time. like he was in there for at least a year, maybe even longer.

DAVID - okay i'm doing him bc i can. in a world where the refuge wasn't shut down due to the strike, i can imagine he went once bc of his snarkyness but the boys got him out in less than four days. || "dave's a schoolboy, he ain't gonna be handling the refuge well!" (meanwhile, david's more or less as fine as you can be in the refuge, he's just grumpy)

RACETRACK - i think he's probably gone like three times. got thrown in for stealing, disturbance of the general public, and probably assault (but who hasn't punched a guy on the street?). these we're probably like week long stays, no more than a month. i think he'd get too rowdy & restless to stay. i also think he probably tried to beat jack's escape every time he landed himself in there, just for shits & giggles. || "i think i gotcha beat this time, jackie." "yeah, and i'm sure that has nothing to do with why you're limping & busted up with a shiner."

CRUTCHIE - i think crutchie only went during the strike. not that he didn't do 'refuge worthy' shit. i just think he was really careful about it. i imagine he wouldn't be too eager to land himself in the refuge, none of the boys would, but especially with his disability. he'd definitely be fucking shit up but it was on the downlow

SPOT - let's assume all newsies, no matter what borough can get sent to the refuge. cuz tbh i don't know the rules, but they sure can in '92sies! anyway. i imagine spot's been there a couple of time, nothing in the doubke digits but more than a lot of boys. however, i also think spot knows it's inevitable he ends up there & has run through multiple different drills with his newsies on how to rescue him.

ALBERT - i'd say he's been in there like two times, and one of them he definitely got thrown in with another newsie. probably racetrack. again, really short stay.

ELMER - has never, will never go to the refuge. he can't afford to go to the refuge w/ the size of his family. tbh the strike made him shiver in his timbers, especially when he saw crutchie getting locked up.

tldr; i think a good majority of newsies have been to the refuge. jack only went once, however i think it was for like a year (at the time, i can imagine manhattan either didnt have a leader or he just so happened to be leaving a little bit after jack showed up.) or even longer. david went once (if the refuge hadn't got shut down) but the boys got him out quickly. racetrack was three times, kept trying to make his escape cooler than jack's. crutchie only went during the strike. spot's gone quite a few times but always has a plan. elmer has never gone.

lmk if there's anyone else specifically you'd like to know my opinion abt!:)

#newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #elmer kasprzak #elmer newsies #spot conlon #livesies #newsies live #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... asks #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // hcs ❥

[kellyscowboy]

”geez, you’re burning up,”- redfinch please ( bc we all know albert would be the type of guy to have a bad immune system seeing as he has no selves on)

(debby ryan look) another pair im throwing myself head first into

"Don't tell me," Finch said. He could hear griping from the bathroom downstairs.

Racetrack sighed. "Yup."

It was winter. The temperature outside had dropped, it was even in the negatives on some days. Yet Albert, the idiot, still refused to wear sleeves or a jacket. "It's a statement," he would say. Yeah, a statement of stupidity, Finch thought.

"God, the dope. Ain't he been sick three times already this winter?" Finch asked, but he already knew the answer.

"Four," Crutchie chimed in, making his way down the stairs. "If you count the time he ran off to Harlem so he didn't have to face us. Jack told me to tell ya to go up there."

Finch sighed and threw his towel into the trough in front him. As he made his way into the bunking room, he could hear loud bickering.

"I'm fine, Jackie. Get ya dirty paws off me." Albert hopped off of his bunk, but nearly fell over when his legs hit the ground. Jack held the boy up and shook his head.

"Look'it you. You ain't even got the strength to stand up! Get back in bed, ya moron. We'll all split up your work." Jack shoved the boy into the bottom bunk, Finch's bed. "But after this, you're wearing sleeves. I don't care if I gotta stapple 'em into ya skin." The leader made his way to the door and placed a hand on Finch's shoulder. "Good luck."

"Al," Finch sighed.

Albert huffed and slumped into the mattress. "Don't start."

"Well, I'm gonna. I don't know what's gonna kill you sooner. Jack or you stupidity." Finch joked. "Scoot over."

The redhead begrudgingly made space for Finch on the bunk.

"You look redder than usual-" Finch's palm collected a pool of sweat as he felt his boyfriend's forehead. "Geez, you're burning up."

"Really? I'm freezing!" Albert argued.

"Shut up, you are not." Finch sighed lovingly. He used his sheets to wipe at his boyfriend's forehead. "I wish I could stay, but I gotta sell today. I'll see if I can get Mouth to run home and bring you some stew." He placed a comforting kiss to his boyfriends forehead. "Promise me you'll wear sleeves once you're better?"

Albert scoffed. "In your dreams."

"And here I was, thinkin' bout buying you a seltzer when you were all better."

"Fine. I'll wear the stupid sleeves."

#im honestly so scared writing for all these rarepairs i havent written for before #sorry if i didnt do them justice </3 #finch cortez #albert dasilva #redfinch #newsies #livesies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

[kellyscowboy]

”stop being dramatic the medicine flavor can’t be that bad,”

ikeshot please (i secretly love this dynamic)

"Stop bein' a baby, Ike." Hotshot said with a scoff.

"I'm not bein' a baby," Ike argued. "It tastes like toilet water."

"You would know what that tastes like."

"Stop it! I'm not taking another swig of that poison," Ike said and shoved the medicine away.

Hotshot sighed. Ike had been sick for a little over a week, and Hotshot had finally saved up enough to get him some medicine. The smaller boy had been miserable. Now, he was sitting there refusing it because it tasted a little bitter.

"Stop being dramatic, the medicine flavor can't be that bad." Hotshot began to pour more of the thick liquid onto a spoon.

"Why don't you try it, then?" Ike said.

The taller boy stopped. "Fine. Just to prove you're being a baby." Hotshot dragged the spoon over his tongue and physically recoiled once the medicine hit his tastebuds. He shook his head and tried to wipe the awful taste off with the side of his hand. "God, you've been taking spoonful's of that?"

"Yes! I told you! It's awful!" Ike pouted and crossed his arms. "I'd rather be sick."

"No, you wouldn't. C'mere. Let's try something."

As Ike leaned forward, Hotshot pinched his nostrils together. He pushed the spoon into the sick boy's mouth, then gave him a cup of water after he had taken the medicine. "How was that?"

"A lot better. Thank you," Ike said sincerely. He held onto Hotshot's hand and gave him a wide grin. Hotshot smiled for a second, looked to the side, then waved him off.

"Whatever. Get some rest."

#uhhh #guys #literally never written for ikeshot #so #just accept this #please #LMAO #ikeshot #ike newsies #hotshot newsies #newsies #livesies #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #sorry its so short :(