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20dollarlolita · 5 months

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Hi! I hope you don't mind the question, but I've been trying to buy a sewing machine and definitely want a used one with a full metal interior relevant parts???? (for longevity and budget reasons).

I'm a student living abroad in austria and therefore have no car and should limit the money I'm spending on appliances, so local used it is. Today I've found a singer 5810 (samba 70) that is -according to the seller- fully functional but no longer needed for a somewhat decent price. Now my question is, "is this even a good machine that will last me for a long time?" or should i keep looking and hoping for a better machine/offer?

Ps: big thanks for all you do for the community

Thank you!

So, I'm saying this as someone who loves old sewing machines, you have to be careful.

If you want to know what to be careful about, the answer is plastic parts, rubber parts, and belts. An old all-metal straight stitch machine is going to be as good today as it will be 30 years from now. You're going to be expected to keep up with maintenance like oiling it and cleaning it, but any damage that could happen to that thing is going to have happened 40 years ago. Once it hits the age it is now, it won't really change.

Plastic and rubber, however, want to betray you. Everyone who's accidentally left a rubber band in their car ashtray has had the experience of picking up rubber that decided to stop being "band" and start being "puddle of crunchy mushy bits." Rubber hits a point where, through no actual action, it turns into awful mush. Plastic is great for being inexpensive to produce and not requiring a lot of machining, as well as being slightly flexible and allowing parts to come together easier since they can be less precise. Plastic will also hit an age where it goes "yeah I'm not fun and lightweight and flexible anymore! I'm angry and hard and I'm going to crack and break up when you ask me to do anything at all!" Which, like, honestly, Plastic? Mood.

The problem with sewing machines of a certain age is that they are not yet at, but soon will be at, the point where either the rubber turns to mush or the plastic turns more fragile than glass. This means you can buy a machine in "good condition" that actually IS in good condition, and through no fault of your own it can transform overnight into a machine with critical parts broken and entirely unfixable.

So I recommend getting an old machine only if you can get the following things

Part one) knowing the machine is in perfect working order. Old machines do something known as cascading, which is where one small part breaks and so you pay to get it fixed, only for another part to break, and slowly by small part after small part breaking you end up spending the full cost of a new machine on your old machine, and still end up with an old machine full of parts that are about to break. This happens because every part in the machine is close to the same age, so if one thing's already broken, it might be the machine telling you it's time to say goodbye. So I won't buy an old machine that's, "great except for this one small fix," anymore. That could easily be a sign that this machine won't be long-lasting.

Part 2) I won't buy a machine that doesn't have every single accessory that I think I could need. Old machines usually don't have parts available, so if the machine doesn't have the zipper foot or the walking foot, I have to buy it being aware that I will likely never have a zipper foot or a walking foot. If you don't require a zipper foot or a walking foot or whatever, that's fine, but never buy an old machine and think, "Oh, I just need to buy this one thing," without checking if good versions of that thing actually currently exist for sale. As a bonus, if a machine is from 1972 and the seller knows where the original zipper foot is, there's a much better chance that it was stored safely and used by someone who cared if they broke it or not. This often means that intact accessory kits indicate machines that were stored better.

Part 3) I won't buy a machine that I know was stored poorly for a lot of years. I know what the climate in my area is. If your machine has just been sitting in a garage for 25 years, I know that all the rubber and plastic in that machine has lived the life that the melted rubber band in my car ashtray has lived. I can expect those parts to perform the same. There's a HUGE difference between "this was in my garage for 10 years" and "this was in the closet in my guest bedroom for 10 years." Machines are meant to run and it doesn't mean it'll run really great right out of the gate if you stored it in the guest bedroom closet, but it's so much better than anywhere not climate controlled. If you're ever in doubt, look to see if the machine has/had rubber feet on the bottom. If those are still in good shape, there's a chance that the internals are in good shape too.

Part 4) I won't buy a machine with too many bells and/or whistles. I do not DO the Singer Touch n Sews. The Singer "touchy, and doesn't sew,"'s. At their heyday, these fuckers were $700 in the 70's and had every single bell and all of the whistles as well. It is no longer the 1970's and most of those bells and 77% of the whistles are broken. These are parts where once it breaks, it's broken. You cannot break a bell that does not exist.

Part 5) I will not buy an old machine that I do not know, for sure, is a really good price. I'm talking like $40 and under. You want this to be a good enough price that if this breaks after 3 projects you didn't waste your money. If you're lucky, you'll get many more than three projects out of your machine. Spend your money like you don't think you'll be lucky. Sewing machines are annoying to keep around if you don't use them, and someone WILL be offering one at a very good price. Just keep looking.

Part 6) Without ignoring the bell/whistle situation, I will prioritize machines that were very high end or expensive when they were made. If your machine was a little straight stitch machine and your husband spent a month's wages on it, some of that quality is going to transfer over to the modern day. A really cheap machine is maybe not going to have been a very good machine even in its prime. A good example of quality sticking around is the old all-mechanical Berninas like the 710 Record, which generally still age quite well. You'll know that they're old because their cases get fragile like glass, but you can't have a cracked cam when the whole machine's metal.

Please don't let all of that make you feel that all old machines are bad! A good old machine is, in my opinion, worth so much more than a frameless Brother or a Singer Heavy Duty. I have three old machines that I use more often than my modern, higher priced computerized machine. A well-chosen old machine will definitely outlive your modern machine that just comes with a 90 day warranty. I just means you need to be judicious with what machines you select. Sorry for not directly answering your question about that machine. The answer is "it depends on the specific machine and also the price it's offered for."

If all of that seems too hard, the Baby Lock Zeal has a metal internal frame and I've seen well cared-for machines of that model that are 10+ years old. Most of the BeGenuine collection is really solid and I'm a pretty big fan of them. You get fewer stitch patterns for the same price as a comparable Brother or Singer, but that cost is put into making the internals better. The Janome HD series (at least the HD1000 and HD3000 in White (black is a totally different factory with different standards) are really good. We can't get the HD5000 at work for complicated reasons but it might have the same problems as the 3000 black. Generally, mechanical machines haven't changed too much since the 60's, so a well-made one is going to not be dated to the point where you can't sew modern projects. None of this guarantees that the machine will last 30 years, but I see people replacing these machines when they feel they've got skills such that the machine no longer supports their skills. This is in sharp contrast to what people replace their $300 Singer or Brother machines for, which they do because they break. Check your warranty and anything with 5-6 year warranty on the motor is probably a good bet. Avoid anything with a 90 day warranty and be hesitant if the full warranty is up after 1 year.

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obeythebutler · 2 years

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hello hello! first things first is that i have been following your vlog for a long time now and its a must for me to check it at least twice or thrice a day! anyways, can we get mc who dreams of the weirdest things about the brothers? like maybe lucifer had refused to do the paperwork diavolo sent him because he wanted to play with cerberus, mammon who became a stripper for food just for money, satan who fears cats and actually prefers dogs, etc. if its not much of a problem, of course!

MC Has Weird Dreams About The Brothers!

LUCIFER

The first time you told Lucifer of the dreams you had about him, the demon couldn't believe his ears.

"What kind of dreams?" He had asked, with that smirk playing on his lips. The demon wasn't expecting you to narrate about the dream where Diavolo was blowing up his D.D.D. concerning the documents which were past due.

And in which Lucifer ignored the calls in favor of petting Cerebrus. And cried because he didn't have three hands to pet the three good boys.

Certainly, the human exchange student had peculiar dreams.

Dreams should remain dreams only, lest his brothers find out and the next thing the demon knows is that he's drunk and crying because he doesn't have enough hands to pet Cerebrus...

....and the fact that this could happen in reality is even more concerning, but Lucifer won't say it out loud.

MC is going to have to stick with him replying 'So true, bestie 💅' in the chat.

MAMMON

What kind of dreams are you having about him—

The demon gets flustered when you mention dreaming about him. But his expression changes from excitement to bafflement to a constipated one when you mention him working at a strip club, and there's also that dream where he turns over a new leaf and becomes a lot more responsible!

The last one is definetly not happening. Nor is the former. Nope!

One dream was where MC was running away from Mammon, while the demon has outstretched his arms and goes "Why are you running? Why are you running?!"

And baby-talking to his familiars!! Mammon won't say it out loud, but he does that to some of his crows!

(Whose the greatest bird of all time? You are! Yes you! You're great enough to be alongside the Great Mammon!")

One time Lucifer was hot on the demon's heels about another debt received. The mail was overflowing with overdue payments, and you were chilling with your barbecued zebra.

"You know, I had a dream where he payed all his debts and you were the one with overdue payments, Lucifer."

LEVIATHAN

Him?? Being a normie?? And a bully?? Participating in normie activities?? Not a chance!

When MC recites how Levi removed all the posters and his precious figurines from his room and turned it into something else, the demon could bear no more! Ruri-Chan for all his demon life!! No one is going to steal her away!

You sit besides Levi while he games, and leaning your head on his arm casually mention how Henry 2.0 was replaced with a racoon.

Your dreams are some serious crack material, MC. Some that Levi himself posts in the group, and then it's a whole circus.

But confident Levi makes him wonder too. Perhaps, if he's a wee bit more assertive then maybe MC would like him more...?

SATAN

Dreams have diverse meanings. Representation of dreams, one's hopes, failures and longings. Flying, falling and—

Him?? Fearing cats and liking dogs?? Mushing over Cerebrus?? Look MC he likes all animals but he could never hate cats look at those paws and ears and—

Though MC's dreams are weirdly hilarious to imagine sometimes. Like Lucifer turning into a peacock and trying to seduce Lord Diavolo. That's going right in the group with an edited picture of Lucifer's face on a peacock.

He's the one asking you to maintain a dream diary, for research purposes, of course. And if the demon is right on time to wake you up with a drink, he'll share a chuckle with you over your latest weird dream.

You have the most absurd of dreams, but maybe some of them can be brought to life? Maybe mixing some hair removal cream into Lucifer's shampoo? Putting googly eyes on all his things?? So many ideas😏

ASMODEUS

So we're having dreams, aren't we? Of course you would dream about him! His beauty is so captivating that it follows into one's dreams too.

What do you mean he's all dirty and has horrendous fashion sense. That simply won't do! Oh no! He's not becoming Satan with his choice of clothes!

(Asmo, to Satan at one point: "Wear your clothes properly, hon."

Not in his wildest dreams!

You once mentioned while the demon was painting your nails about the dream you had where he threw hands with a wall because it insulted his earrings.

Your dreams are certainly the weirdest, and yet Asmodeus finds himself listening in some sort of macabre fascination. His head hurts because of some, but the others are simply too alluring to let pass.

"What if we all were birds? Lucifer would be peacock and Mammon crow, but you'd be a secretary bird, Asmo."

"Secretary bird? Was that another dream of yours?"

BEELZEBUB

When you tell him about a dream of yours, the demon is in the middle of chewing a giant fried gargoyle burger.

Beel doesn't exercise anymore. He's as thin as a stick, and his behind doesn't pass the cake check test. All that muscle gone...(but I will slap his behind, no matter what 😤)

Jk, it's right there for you to smack, MC. Give his behind a nice slap but be beware of not breaking your hand.

Beel has seen the potential you reciting your dreams at the breakfast table has. It almost always leads to more schemes being planned in the Anti-Lucifer League.

So when the demon sees chaos causing due to them, he ensures you're safe from the shenanigans. No one wants shaving cream in their shampoo bottle.

"You know, I had another weird dream."

Beel nods, signalling for MC to continue.

"Okay so it goes like this. Hi my name's Derek welcome to—"

BELPHEGOR

This man dreams of sleeping even when he's asleep. But sometimes he has some of the weirdest dreams when Belpheghor puts in the effort.

When you mention at the table about having a dream where Belpheghor became surprisingly nice and hugged Lucifer, while referring to him as "my lovely eldest brother❤️," the demon shuddered.

He can't imagine Lucifer being all gooey and warm with him, and neither can he.

The demon isn't awake for most of the time. His sin compels him to sleep, and when he's asleep he has fun with it when the mood strikes. Belphegor enters your dreams, and when you both wake up the rest of the brothers wonder why he won't look them in the eye without snickering.

"What's the matter, Belphie?"

"Belphegor stop laughing and at least don't fall in your soup—"

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcannons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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elmer-kasprzak · 2 years

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ALSO ♡ and ★ for Elmer :> -oscy

oh i see what you’re doing there oscar /pos

Some headcanons for Elmer Kasprzak

♡ (romance headcanons)

Okay SO I’m gonna be pushing my elmush agenda with this post. They are gay and in love and honestly? Good for them.

But backing up, Elmer’s love language is touch. It’s probably something he got because that’s how his parents would show affection as well! He gives way many hugs to literally everyone, friends or partners.

He and Mush were super close before they started dating. Friends to lovers type shit.

Okay so backing up to Elmer's love language being touch, a close second love language is quality time! He literally enjoys just being around the people he cares about.

This isn't romance, but some of his favorite memories he has are from when he would sit next to his mother's bed and the pair of them would talk for way long about the most random shit.

He and Mush usually spend off days together at Elmer's house, if only because his mother genuinely does like Mush. They'll push Elmer's bed up under the window and lay there for a while. Paint will join them if he's feeling lazy.

The inherent romanticism of a fire escape is not something I will be dropping, not now or ever. Many a summer nights were spent out there, just the two of them (plus Paint) when it got dark.

★ (sad/angst headcanons)

Whiplash time! So I made a HC post for Elmer a while back, and some of this stuff was mentioned in there! But here goes:

So first, Elmer gets way homesick. A lot. It's weird to him, mainly because he emigrated when he was about five years old, but for some reason he finds himself missing his village more and more as time goes on.

It gets really intense when his mother dies, as he feels that's one of the last ties he has to his homeland.

His biggest fear is being forgotten. He doesn't want to ever find himself in a place where no one even knows his name. He wants to be remembered, and I think this really pushed him into supporting the strike.

Oh, about the strike. That time fucking destroyed Elmer. He burned through his savings for his mother's medicine, and there were a lot of times he went to bed hungry so that his mother could have her food and medicine for the day.

If someone had thought to ask him, he would have become a scab. For any amount of money. He was desperate, and sometimes the only reason he had food that day was because of other newsies (Jack, Racer, and Mush).

He has way much religious trauma packed into his 5'4 body, but that kind of comes with being gay and trans in 1899. He used to have more positive associations with church, but after his mother died, he couldn't bring himself to sit in the pews.

Elmer grew really anxious towards the end of the strike, to the point where he would have genuine panic attacks. When that happened, it would take him out for most of the day. Mush would stay with him when that happened.

okay i'm gonna stop before i make myself any more sad, but here you go! some thoughts on elmer kasprzak :)

#elmer kasprzak #newsies #livesies #mush meyers #elmush #princeton’s posts #anon #ask #ehehe tysm for the ask #shit like this makes me way happy tytyty

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ostrich-on-a-rampage-blog · 7 years

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could you write something about Crutchie getting super bad nightmares but doesn't tell anyone and they get so bad he shops feeling safe at the lodge so one night he tries to sneak away but Jack catches him and is super worried and not even angry like Crutchie thought he would be if he was caught sneaking out. Finally Crutchie tell him what's wrong and then lots of snuggles and soft forehead kisses occur in comfort

Ooohhh, I really like this one. So, here goes.

A loud thump across the room jolts Crutchie out of his sleep. He lays there, for a moment, blankets bunched up between his legs, fingers grasping at the mattress beneath him, clinging to reality. His breaths continue to come as short gasps that he fought to keep as silent as humanly possible. Don’t wake anyone up. Don’t. Not here. If he woke them up, Crutchie isn’t sure how they would react.

If Crutchie had woken to a nightmare only a month earlier, he would have immediately turned to one of the other boys for help. He had trusted them to help him. But, he can’t. Not anymore.

The dream keeps coming back to him. Crutchie had thought he could distinguish reality from fiction, but now…

It always started the same: the strike. Everything was going well. They hadn’t backed down to the Delancey brothers. But, then the cops and strikebreakers showed up and what had started out strong and defiant faltered, before bowing, crumpling beneath the weight of defeat. The strike shifted and suddenly all was fearful chaos. Then, the Delanceys would start advancing towards Crutchie and he knew he needed to run and he tried, he tried, but then someone would push him into the Delancey’s arms and he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he fought and kicked and struggled.

Crutchie tried to catch a glimpse of who had pushed him, but each time he closed his eyes, it was a different face. Specs. Race. Mush. Buttons. Romeo. Finch. Jack.

Jack. They had all betrayed him, but it was Jack’s betrayal that stung the most. Crutchie could never quite forget Jack’s words only a couple days before: Would I let you down? No way. And then his hands would shove roughly against Crutchie’s shoulders and he’d be captured by the Delancey brothers.

Crutchie hadn’t thought it was real, refused to believe that someone had actually pushed him towards the Delanceys. But, as the dreams continued, Crutchie was forced to admit that maybe, maybe, he was just now remembering correctly. His family has betrayed him and Crutchie just doesn’t feel safe around a group of boys that wouldn’t hesitate to leave him behind to take the fall.

Throughout the room, Crutchie can hear the other newsboys shifting in their sleep, snoring, mumbling. For a moment, he thinks that he can just fall back asleep and ignore the dream, ignore those awful implications. But, the room feels too suffocating and Crutchie isn’t sure that he can stay much longer. He can’t stand it. He has to leave and he has to leave now.

As quietly as he can manage, Crutchie slips his vest on over his night shirt and pulls his pants on. He ties his shoes, his fingers shaking. For years, these newsboys have been the only family in his life and now… Crutchie had never imagined that he would leave them, but he can’t stay among them. Who knows if something else will fall apart and they’ll leave him to take the punishment? Crutchie can’t handle another trip to a Refuge-esque boy’s home; he won’t make it.

Which only leaves one option, really.

Taking one last quick glance around the room, Crutchie grabs his crutch and a small bag of his belongings and starts out of the room. He is extra careful with the clicking of the wooden crutch against the ground, moving as slowly and silently as possible. Once he is out of the room, he breathes out a soft sigh. He’s fine. He made it out. It’s just a short walk to the Lodging House door and then he’ll be free.

Except, Crutchie knows that he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. All he has are the newsboys. He knows that he can probably try finding a spot with newsies of a different borough, but Crutchie worries that Jack or the other Manhattan boys will find him if he stays so close by. Crutchie isn’t stupid and he knows just how angry Jack will be that Crutchie ran. Maybe he could scrounge up enough money to take a train far away? Not to Santa Fe. Crutchie could never go there. But, maybe there was some other small city he could call his own, find his own family, like Jack used to describe.

First things first, though, Crutchie knows that he needs to find somewhere to spend the night. There’s no way to make money in the shadows of the night. At least, no ways that are even remotely palatable to Crutchie.

He eases the Lodging House door closed and starts toward the street. Maybe he can find an alley that will protect him from the sharp winds that cut through the street. It will just be one night, and then he’ll be able to find somewhere more permanent.

“Hey!” The call stiffens Crutchie’s shoulders immediately. No. No, he was supposed get away safely. No one was supposed to be up. Crutchie can feel his chest tightening. He can feel those hands on his shoulders, roughly shoving–

“Hey, Crutch, what are you doing?” Crutchie hesitates, before turning and facing Jack, who jumps down from the bottom rung of the fire escape. “It’s late, you should be sleeping,” Jack says, before truly looking at Crutchie. Slower, more careful, he asks, “Where are you going with your stuff?”

Crutchie shrugs. “Just taking a walk,” he tries, afraid that Jack will call his bluff.

He does. “With everything?”

“Look, Jack, I just need some fresh air. You can understand that.”

“Yeah, I do. You wanna come up to my roof?”

“Nah, I gotta clear my mind. Walk around a bit.”

“I’ll come with,” Jack offers.

Crutchie shakes his head much too quickly. “N-no, I’ll go by myself.”

Jack looks hurt and confused, and he doesn’t speak for a moment. When he does, his voice is shaking. “Are ya… Are ya running?”

Crutchie glances at the ground, before meeting Jack’s eyes again. He had always had trouble lying to Jack. “Yes,” he whispers. “I gotta get outta this place.”

Jack’s shoulders deflate. “Can I ask why? Is it… Is it because of the Refuge?”

“I don’t know… Kinda,” Crutchie admits. “But it’s…” He doesn’t know how to tell Jack this. Jack will be mad. He’ll sputter indignantly that none of the Manhattan boys would ever do anything bad to Crutchie. He’ll mock Crutchie for even thinking such a thing. Or, worse, he’ll confirm the truth of Crutchie’s dreams.

“You can tell me, yeah?”

“I just… You remember the strike?” Crutchie asks, figuring that if he is running anyway, nothing harmful could possibly come from the truth. Jack nods slowly at Crutchie’s question. “Yeah, well, I keep dreaming–and, I’m scared it’s not a dream, that it’s real–but, I keep dreaming that one of you guys pushed me into the Delanceys and I-I can’t stay around people that are going to keep betraying me and I just gotta go somewhere where I can be safe.”

Crutchie lowers his eyes, unwilling to watch Jack’s reaction. As the silence stretches long and uncomfortable between the friends, Crutchie begins to back away. Jack’s hand shoots out, grabbing Crutchie’s arm, causing the younger boy to flinch. “No, sorry,” Jack apologizes, hastily withdrawing his hand. “I just… Don’t leave, okay? I… That ain’t what happened, Crutchie. I just want you to know that…” Jack falters, watching as Crutchie seems to deflate at his words. “W-what’s wrong?” He had thought that he was saying everything correctly.

“I just knew you’d defend those boys,” Crutchie whispers, his voice small with self-degradation.

This time, Jack doesn’t hesitate, pulling Crutchie into a tight hug. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into Crutchie’s hair. “I’m so sorry, Crutch. If I’d’ve known… I didn’t mean for ya to be taken to the Refuge, you know. I’d’a made you stay home if I thought you’d’ve been in trouble. I swear,” he finishes, squeezing Crutchie tightly. Crutchie doesn’t speak, but he doesn’t try to break out of the hug, either. “And I know,” Jack continues, “that words can’t help all that much. Or at least they don’t feel like they do. But, you mean everything to me. Everything, Crutch. I can’t do this without you.” Jack pulls out of the hug, holding Crutchie slightly away from him so that he can look into the younger boy’s eyes. “So, if you’re going, then you just gotta wait a minute while I pack up my stuff so that I can come, too.”

“Why?” Crutchie asks.

Jack stammers out a soft, “I… I love ya, Crutch. And I can’t be without you.”

Crutchie glances to the ground once more, his fingers tightening anxiously around his crutch. “You… you would tell me if someone had… I mean, if someone did… If anyone pushed me? During the strike?” Crutchie bites his lip. “I just wanna know. I can’t stand not knowing if it’s real or not. I just need truth.”

“No one pushed ya,” Jack whispers. “And if I find out someone did, I’ll show them what it really feels like to be pushed ‘round.”

Crutchie cracks a hesitant smile. “Th-thanks, Jack. It means a lot.”

“You wanna go up to the roof?” Jack asks, unsure if Crutchie still intends to leave the Lodging House.

“If that’s okay…?”

“Of course, come on up.” Jack helps Crutchie up the fire escape and Crutchie carefully sets his bag of personal belongings down beside him. The younger boy lays down, stretching his bad leg out, barely suppressing a wince. “You okay?”

“Fine. Just tired.”

Jack nods. He lays beside Crutchie, where the younger boy is within arm’s reach. He doesn’t expect to sleep at all this night, and plans to stay awake and make sure his best friend doesn’t have to fight anymore nightmares. “Okay, good night, Crutch.”

Crutchie doesn’t immediately wish Jack a good night. Instead, he stares pensively at the stars above him. When he does speak up, his voice is timid. “Jack, earlier you said… Well, you said you loved me. What does that mean?”

“It means that you’re my best friend in the whole world,” Jack quickly replied, ignoring the blush that creeps, burning, to the tips of his ears.

“That’s it?”

“Um,” Jack hesitates. He had promised Crutchie the truth; he can’t remain silent now. “No, that wasn’t it. I… When I said I loved ya, I meant more than just a friend, but it don’t mean nothing. It’s just… I…” Jack doesn’t know what to say next, doesn’t know if there’s anything he can say.

“Oh.” Crutchie turns away from Jack and Jack’s heart sinks. Softly, Crutchie continues, “I think I love ya, too, Jack.”

“What kind of love?” Jack asks, pressing down the eagerness that flares up at the admission.

Crutchie half-shrugs. “The same kind as you?” He turns back over to face Jack. “Is that okay?”

Jack smiles. “Of course, it’s okay. Whatever you do, is okay. Except running off, that’s not okay.”

Crutchie grins at that. “I’m sorry, Jack. I was just… afraid.”

Hesitantly, Jack scoots closer to Crutchie, wrapping his arms around the younger boy. Crutchie leans his head against Jack’s chest, sighing. “Hey. Hey, you don’t got any need to be afraid ever again, yeah? I’se always gonna be here for you.”

“I know. Thanks, Jack.”

Jack tenderly kissed Crutchie’s forehead. “I got ya, Crutch, and I ain’t ever letting go.”

#newsies #jackcrutchie #my fanficiton #my writing #I really like this one

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