#asshole crutchie morris is my favorite

[frogmanfae]

"So... what did happen?" Buttons nodded in the direction of the leg in question, "if you don't mind me asking, obviously! You don't have to answer if you don't want, I just–"

"Don't worry about it," Crutchie waved him off, casually eating another fry, "I'm the one who brought it up. Truth is, I fell asleep one night and my foot slid out from underneath the covers and over the edge of my bed. Obviously, the monsters got to it."

Buttons stared at Crutchie with a frozen expression. Frozen with what, he wasn’t sure. He wasn't sure about much of anything at the moment. "I..."

Crutchie laughed, "Jesus, look at that face! I'm just messin' with ya! Lighten up a little!" He shook his head, "seriously, though, it was Polio. Which still sounds like I'm pullin' your leg a little, no pun intended, but I swear I'm not this time."

"You... had Polio."

"I know, right? What am I? A frail victoian child who's so pale it would be easy to convince someone I've never seen the sun—" Crutchie paused, glancing down at his wrist, striped blue with deep veins and embellished with a bracelet pulled to the tightest setting, "Actually, don't answer that."

[emmedoesntdomath]

emme’s 92sies review

@sparkedblaze I stole your idea because I was bored xoxo so here's my 92sies thoughts, with occasional running historical commentary:

okay having max do the intro was genius, he's a perfect introduction

they're on the horace greeley statue that's cool (editor of the tribune) (left, came back, died) (yer a nerd, emme)

kloppmannnnnn my guy

we really ditched the cowboy bit in livesies huh

max: *smack*

mush is RIPPED

god I love skittery and his relationship with race so muchhhh

ooh christian did a little dance- kind of. he twirled once. love you babe.

I actually love the 92sies lyrics and I know that's an unpopular opinion, but they're so funny

christian bale was either high or drunk whilst filming this and that's a fact

morris is older. fight me (not you, @noxexistant, I love you. just blaze.) (IM KIDDING IM KIDDING)

race's jokes are funnier here just because max casella looks like he's having the time of his life saying them

"must be from brooklyn"

no way my guy just counted all those papers that quick

I love how jack just straight up mocks davey,., like bro that's not how you get a bf

PULITZER HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS HE HAS A MAGNIFYING GLASS (at this point, pulitzer was nearly blind because of health issues. we love to see historically accurate choices)(or I do at least)

that is how headlines worked, actually. stealin from the competition, stealin again

GUESS WE BOTH GOT AN EDUCATION

yessssss 92sies les drink that beer

why does every fight scene look like it's from a cartoon

davey's such an asshole. I adore him.

medda I love you but literally every part of your casting and story in this movie is wrong and makes me mad

davey: -and our friend

jack: fucki- excuse you??? since when

sarah's so prettyyyyyyy and not interested in jack at all

this version of santa fe is like,.., sweeter. I'm pretty sure I've fallen asleep to it before

oop except for the dancing bit. forgot about that.

HELP WHY IS THERE A HORSE AIN'T NO WAY FRANCIS SULLIVAN KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A HORSE

Imao oscar imitating kid blink

are you outta your MIND- racetrack higgins, 1899

look at davey being the voice of reason and then immediately doing a 180 after making eye contact with his crush. proud of you bro

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

boot's lil solo is the best and so cute oh my god

dentondentondentondenton

you're just gonna let your little brother walk into the world with a guy you met a week ago????

jackie boyyyyyyyyyy

dominic lucero has my entire heart. he does everything with a grin and enthusiasm I,,, *brb sobbing into my pillow*

..they are throwing hundreds of dollars in papers away like it's confetti

NOO CRUTCHYYYY

iS tHaT dAvE hEyA dAvE

cartoon fight.2

gabriel damon is like a literal child and he is doing the absolute most

THE CEILING FAN TRICK YES BUMLETS (I take it back, dominic is still doing the most) 

every word out of crutchy's mouth makes me want to hit a brick wall (affectionate) 

bro sarah's gay and thinks you're an idiot

ON THE GROUNDS OF BROOKLYN YOUR HONOR (-my favorite part of the entire movie)

I love that gabriel and max seem to be actually friends, despite their age difference. that was definitely the reason people started seeing sprace.

denton seemed to care about davey, at least a little bit, which is interesting to me, because he seems to only care about the other newsies a little bit. I feel like it’s a sees himself in him deal.

don't hide under carriages kids

they would not let him use a very expensive printing press as a bed. I refuse. I’m in denial about it. 

RALLY RALLY RALLY

spot conlon is an icon

do I have problems with medda? yes. do I think the swing is kind of cool? also yes. 

jack, you’re an idiot 

NO DAVEY LOOKS SO HURT STOP IT

the jokes weren’t funny I took the money my friends from home don’t know what to say

there’s no bill and darcyyyyyyyy. sad times. 

this version of once and for all is too slow and boring. sorry not sorry.

90s CGIIIIII FOR THE WIN

I feel like this version of the strike has gone on for like three minutes, not two weeks, but that’s fine

pulitzer and jack are both approximately two years old shouting SHUT UP at each other

look at all those kids (is this reality? meh. hundreds to thousands of kids did show, but that seems like overkill)

the goveaNAH

why are all of the jacobs crying??? they’ve known this guy for a month at most???

oooo carrying the banner’s backkkk (again, these lyrics are better, you shall bury me on this hill)

bro he came back and the first thing out of his mouth was davey come over here. gay.

oh hi denton

YES SPOT BE THE KING THAT YOU ARE RIDE THAT CARRIAGE

and then they got a happy ending. so cute. 

okay, okay, so. cinematically? the movie needs some help. it wasn’t very planned out, and it’s clearly a disney movie at some points. 6.5/10

historically? they did better than I remembered. certainly better than the stage production. my biggest issues lie with medda and probably jack himself. 7.5/10

musically? I like their carrying the banner, king of new york, and santa fe a lot. but most of these kids weren’t professionals, which does give the stage production a better quality. still, they worked with what they had. 7/10

overall? I adore this movie. I really do. I’m going to be honest, though, and say 7.5/10

okay I’m done now because it’s midnight. I’ll post this tomorrow. byeeeeee

[findmeintheafterglow]

A Guide to Every Single Newsie

There are way too many of those punks. If you’re new to all this come learn whom is who

Let’s start with some pictures, they’re blurry because it’s surprisingly hard to get a decent screenshot. There are lots of them but hopefully just seeing their faces a few times will help you. Recognizing them just comes with time trust me, I used to struggle to find Race and now I see a pic of someone's feet and am like “ah yes Finch my boy”. Also, I’m only covering the newsies live cast because that’s what you can legally watch and what most people are familiar with. Also, I didn’t want to do every cast member to ever be on Broadway or tour.

Please note some of the things I’m about to say may not be canon but are part of what I know is widely considered true within the fandom. As far as sexuality I may mention it with some characters/who they’re commonly shipped with just so y’all aren’t lost when you see fics and things.

Jack: You know Jack so I’m not going that deep into his character. He’s 17, full name Francis Sullivan, newsie nickname is Cowboy. He’s the leader of the newsies of Lower Manhattan. A charismatic asshole who really just wants meaningful relationships and happiness for those he loves. Undeniably bisexual. Played by Jeremy Jordan.

Davey: Full name is David Jacobs, newsie nickname is Walking Mouth though he’s only addressed by his nickname in the 1992 movie. The most educated, attended school until he was around 17 ish. He’s a doofy little nerd and also mom friend ultimate, I repeat bc this is a defining trait Mom Friend Ultimate. I’m not sure if this is canon but pretty much everyone recognizes that he and his family are Jewish. Played by Ben Fankhauser.

Les: Sassy angel child. Full name Lesley Jacobs. Albert calls him shortstop a few times but it’s not quite a newsie name tm. 10 years old(almost). Also pretty Jewish. He’s kind of an impressionable little firecracker, he looks up to all the newsies but especially Jack. He just has a lot of energy and wants to hang with the big kids. Sass master in training. Buckets of charm packed into about 4 feet of human. Played by Ethan Steiner.

Crutchie: Crutchie! You know him! You’ve already fallen madly in love with him! Lost use of one of his legs to polio. Last name is Morris for sure and a lot of people say his real name is Charlie. Jack’s closest friend. He’s often painted as a pure sunshine boy, he is a pure sunshine boy. However, he is also tough, streetsmart and ready to fight. Very kindhearted and eternally optimistic. Played by Andrew Keenan-Bolger(you may see it abbreviated as AKB).

Race: This boy has lots of names so strap in. Racetrack Higgins is his name, people mostly call him Race not Racetrack. He is also sometimes called Racer. I don’t think this is canon but as a fandom, I think we’ve determined that he’s aggressively Italian and his real first name is Antonio, you may also see Anthony or Tony. Best friends with Albert. Crutchie is Jack’s best friend but Race is sort of Jack’s second in command. Sprace, him and Spot Conlon, are pretty much the biggest ship in Newsies. He’s a gambler and has an affinity for betting on horse races. He sells by the Sheepshead Racetrack hence his nickname. Very easy to recognize because he always has a cigar. The definition of a disaster gay. He has good intentions most of the time but is also a chaotic piece of shit. Played by Ben Tyler Cook(BTC).

Albert: Albert DaSilva is his name, having fantastic hair is his game. Race’s best friend. Personality is similar to Race but a little less chaotic, like he still does dumb things all the time but isn’t nearly as loud. Prankmaster and Sassmaster ultimate. Lives on the lower east side with his dad and two older brothers but generally that fact is ignored and he’s lumped in as living in the lodgings.  His cap is on backwards most of the time which can help you recognize him. Played by Sky Flaherty.

Spot: Spot Conlon, the man, the myth, the legend. Leader of Brooklyn. Comically short but will also soak you without hesitation. Side note bc I didn’t know this for a long time: the newsies call beating someone up “soakin’ ‘em” because you beat them up so bad they’re soaked in blood. Back to Spot, he’s tough as nails but also cares about his boys in Brooklyn a lot. Played by Tommy Bracco.

Elmer: A smart yet small boy. Very good at math and science and somewhat interested in politics. He has 8 older siblings. Polish apparently? I learned this very recently?? A very friendly and sunshiney guy. The newsies make fun of him saying that he’s bad at selling papes. He’s a hardworker. This is definitely not canon but you may see his last name as being Kasprzak. This comes from Evan Kasprzak, the actor who played Elmer in the Papermill and Original Broadway Casts. People like writing about Elmer so they just kinda gave him that last name and it works. Played by Anthony Zas.

Jojo: Jorgelino Josephino De La Guerra where to begin. A good Catholic boy. He was raised by nuns in a cathedral in Harlem. A nice boy, a kind boy. Down for some shenanigans but is generally reasonable and doesn’t want anyone to get hurt. Very ambitious and wants to be a big baller(in KONY he wishes for a solid gold watch I mean). Played by Joshua Burrage.

Buttons: Benjamin Buttons Davenport, what a guy. So I don’t know that he’s actually younger but he definitely reads as a little more youthful. He’s optimistic and easily excitable and overall kinda has this genuine hope and happiness that some of the other guys have lost to the street. He lives with his family and has at least a few siblings but I feel like he has hella. Not gonna be last in line for the tub tonight. Played by Chaz Wolcott.

Romeo: Will flirt with anything that moves. He has very distinctive bright red and blue striped socks if that helps you identify him. Is one of the younger newsies but makes up for it with overconfidence. Very lighthearted, we never see him get too serious. A charmer through and through. Still a very kind and caring guy. Played by Nico DeJesus.

Specs: Specs is a good one. He wears glasses obviously so you can identify him pretty easy. Definitely on the older end of the newsies. There’s no basis for this in canon but I feel like he’s been around longer than Jack. Kind of helps lead and run things with Race and Jack because he’s the most responsible motherfucker in that lodging house. Think kinda like Davy where he’s a bit of a mom but more easygoing, less cautious and more one of the boys. Generally a happy guy and so so sweet. Very forward thinking and genuinely likes selling papes. Played by Jordan Samuels.

Finch: Finch! A personal favorite please show him love. Full name is Patrick Cortes. He has a family(or at least a mom) but ran away when he was little. He carries a slingshot with him a good amount of the time so use that to find him. He’s sarcastic, funny, and always rarin’ to go. Tough but not in an “I’ll fight you” way. He will fight you if needed but it’s more like “Life’s a bitch but look how far I’ve made it”. Kinda like a cool older brother vibe but throw in a good handful of antsy. Played by my main man Iain Young.

Sniper: Mkay it’s time for the tough boi trio, these next three are fighters. Last name is Wah. His dad is named Sam Wah and owns a laundromat above Jacobi’s Deli. You may see him as a girl in fics or hcs because for almost all of the tour he was played by a woman. Boy has aim like no other. He is confirmed to be the quickest and strongest of the newsies. Also sly and cunning. Boy’s like a snake or a fox or whatever simile you prefer but regardless be scared. Has a reputation so people don’t mess with him. Would never hurt another Manhattan boy, he’s scary but he defends his brothers. Played by Daniel Switzer.

Tommy Boy: Don’t know a ton about Tommy Boy but here we go. He’s a man of few words, when he talks his answers are brief and to the point. Not in a mean way though that’s just how he is. Appears to be confrontational as he’s consistently seen stepping to a fight(before the world will know when Jack says “keep your shirt on” and when he scabs he gets in people’s faces). A good dependable guy but kinda mysterious, I would not provoke. Played by Michael Dameski.

Mush: Last name is Myers. First name is possibly Nick? In the real strike, there was a boy named Nick Myers so. He lives in Harlem?? But who cares about canon, ignore that. Mush is a ‘hattan boy. Has a lisp. He considers himself to be the muscle of Manhattan and will throw down for his brothers. When the strikebreakers show up, Jack literally has to hold him back because Mush is just trying to get to those hoes so he can protect the rest of the boys just yellin’ “Nah man I’ll get ‘em”. Very caring and very selfless. Boy’s got muscle but is totally a teddy bear with a heart of gold. I’ve always thought of him as your classic rough and tumble but clean-cut caring all-American boy. Played by Nick Masson.

Henry: Last name is possibly butler after the real life newsboy, Henry Butler but the only confirmed name we have is Henry. Became a newsie at 11 when his dad died and his family lost their deli. Has a mom who he still sees sometimes but doesn’t live with. Boy really likes food. It reminds him of the deli with his dad and also he just really. likes. food. Fairly easygoing, practical, and will call guys out on their bullshit(e.g. whom the fuck cares about being famous). Played by Michael Rios.

Smalls: Smalls! I don’t got much at all but here’s what I know. Very commonly thought about as a girl as Smalls was played by girlsies for all(?) of the Broadway run. Pretty firey or at least high energy. Sometimes headcannoned as being leader of the Bronx because in the normal not filmed staging he’s the one to yell “so’s the Bronx”. Played by Julian DeGuzman.

Mike: Twin brother of Ike. These guys are hard to tell apart because they’re played by actual twins but here are some distinctions. Mike wears a brown cap, a plaid shirt, and green socks. Played by Jacob Guzman.

Ike: Twin brother of Mike. Has a dark grey cap, a striped shirt, pin-striped pants, and brown socks. Both twins seem to be pretty fun-loving. They kinda rough house a lot and are often messing around. Played by David Guzman

Hotshot: A Brooklyn newsie, I don’t really know his deal? A typical production doesn’t have Hotshot in it but he was in the filmed version and was apparently there towards the end of the broadway run. Kind of arrogant and tough. Sometimes seen as Spot’s second. Has literally only ever been played by J.P. Ferreri.

Vince/Myron: Ok so for newsies live they just threw in some extra newsboys for the heck of it and this guy is one of those. I don’t even know his name because the actor who plays him also plays a strikebreaker. On the wiki cast list, it just lists him as playing Vince and Myron with no indication as to who’s the newsie and who’s the strike breaker. Just from the nature of the names I can guess that Vince is the newsie? A big tough Brooklyn boy. Played by Stephen Hernandez.

Willie/Bart: Same deal as Vince/Myron. I’d be willing to guess that Willie is the newsie. Another Brooklyn boy. Played by Andrew Wilson.

Kenny: Also thrown in just for newsies live but I actually know his name. A pretty sunny guy, as far as I can remember he’s always smiling. Not in any of the pictures because he’s not in any of those scenes. It’s the same guy who plays darcy so go to carrying the banner or once and for all and find the guy in the yellow suit. That’s Darcy, Kenny looks just like that but in newsie clothes. Played by Jack Sippel.

Am I about to throw Bill and Darcey in just for kicks? yeah I think I am. Ok so this is a last minute decision and I don’t have pictures for these guys but here we go.

Bill: Not a newsie. Son of William Randolph Hearst, owner of the New York Journal. Full name William Randolph Hearst Jr. Katherine and Darcey’s friend. A sophisticated, classy, educated boy. Not tough in a street way but is kind of cold/reserved or maybe just a bit calculating. You can definitely tell he’s a rich boy by the way he holds himself. Looks like Mush bc they’re played by the same actor. Blue suit. Played by Nick Masson.

Darcey: Not a newsie. Son of Whitelaw Reid, owner of the New York Tribune. Still high class but more excitable and interested in the newsies world. Very kind and always concerned of behalf of others. His sweetness does not equal weakness, when Romeo approaches Kath in Carrying the Banner, he’s ready to handle the situation. Yellow suit. Played by Jack Sippel.

so there we go that is every newsie I could think of and then some. I’m gonna attach the pictures I have of an old wikipedia cast list which is what I use for reference since the one that's on wiki now isn’t great

That’s it! If you actually read all this, God bless you. If I got anything blatantly wrong or if you have any questions please talk to me

[broooklynshere-blog]

Uh... hey.... Sprace #67 please? (I love your fics so much, you are amazing)

[Thank you, pal! I try but I’m nowhere near amazing. I hope this doesn’t disappoint. This is also inspired by a headcanon that @crunchie-morris received. Enjoy!]

67. Please say something.

It was 3:37 in themorning when Spot realized his feelings for Race might not be platonic.

Spot couldn’t sleep. Hewas lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram absently when one of Race’spictures popped up. It was a picture of Race and him, Race on his back with awide smile on his face. He checked the caption and smiled fondly.

Walkingaround with my favorite person always puts me in a good mood.

He liked the picture,staring at Race’s expression for a few more seconds. The previous day had beena good one. Spot and Race went out for ice cream and then they walked aroundthe park. Race had asked a random stranger to take their picture, thenproceeded to jump on Spot’s back with little warning. Spot nearly fell on hisface but managed to catch Race, holding the taller boy up. His expression inthe picture wasn’t nearly as sunny as Race’s. Race was always sunny though. Healways had that smile on his face, cheerfully walking through life and usuallydragging Spot along with him. Not that Spot minded. His best friend was amazingand cute, not to mention-

Spot froze, nearlydropping his phone onto his face. Cute? Since when? He had never thought ofRace that way before. But Race was cute, there was no denying it. He had nicecurls and a great body and his smile…it made Spot feel something. Hispersonality wasn’t bad either. He was sarcastic but sweet and he was soexcitable. He was exactly the type of guy Spot wanted to date.

Spot shot up, his phoneflying out of his hands. He didn’t want to date Race. He didn’t. He couldn’tsee them together. They were constantly bickering and besides, Race wascertainly not interested in him. The thing was….Spot could see it. He could seewhat dating Race would be like. Dinner dates and movie nights curled up next toeach other. Waking up next to Race, kissing him even with terrible morningbreath. Holding hands as they walked, Race forcing Spot to take dozens ofselfies of them kissing. All the terribly cliché things Race would love andSpot would pretend to hate but secretly enjoy. It didn’t seem weird, when Spotthought about it. It made him feel warm, the idea of Race and him. That wasenough to get him out of bed. He pulled his shoes on and grabbed his jacket,then headed out the door. He needed to talk to Jack.

Jack was his best friend.The two of them had known each other since high school. Jack was the onlyperson Spot would go to with this type of sensitive information. Even if Spotdidn’t trust Jack, he had plenty of blackmail on the other boy to keep himquiet. Spot was the person Jack came to whenever he was having romantic troubles,after all. When Katherine and Jack broke up, Spot was the shoulder Jack criedon. When Jack met Crutchie their first day of college, Spot listened for twohours while Jack babbled on about the cute boy in his stagecraft class. Forthree years after that, Spot continued to hear his best friend moan and groanabout how cute Crutchie was and how sweet and kind he was. He had stayed up allnight when Jack finally kissed Crutchie, helping his friend process what he hadjust done. He even dealt with them as a couple, Jack talking about Crutchie andhis cuteness even more. He’d never use it against Jack, even if he deserved it.They were best friends and that bond was sacred. He walked up the stairs toJack’s apartment, letting himself in with the key he had stolen as soon as Jackmoved in.

The apartment was silent,as Spot expected. He made his way back to Jack’s bedroom and walked in, shakinghis friend awake quickly. “Jack.” No response, the other boy just rolled over. “Jack.”He shook harder.

Jack’s eyes opened and hequickly rolled away from Spot. “Spot? What the hell are you doing?”

“Jack. I need your help.”Spot’s voice was calm, with just a hint of panic. He didn’t feel bad aboutwaking Jack up. He had been kept up by his friend ranting about Crutchiemultiple times, it was time for Jack to return the favor.

“H-How did you get inhere?” Jack climbed out of bed and pulled his pants on.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s anemergency, I need your help.”

“What is it? Iseverything alright?” Jack sat back down on the edge of his bed.

“I have feelings.” Spot’seyes were wide and frantic, staring down at Jack as though this was the direstthing that could ever happen. “Romantic feelings. Make them go away.” Havingfeelings for Race wasn’t an option. The crush or whatever needed to end and itneeded to end quickly.

Jack stared at Spot for afew moments, then got to his feet. “I need coffee.” He pulled on a sweatshirtand made his way to the kitchen, turning the pot on. “So…”

“Jack, make them go away.Now.” Spot sat down at the table and laid his head down.

“Who do you have feelingsfor?” Jack asked as he grabbed two mugs from the cupboard.

“Race.” Spot repliedquietly. Saying it out loud made it so much more real.

“Oh. Well, I’m notsurprised.” Jack poured the coffee into two mugs, adding cream and sugar to oneof them. He set the black coffee down in front of Spot and took a sip of hisown. “You aren’t exactly subtle.”

“What do you mean?” Spot’seyes narrowed.

“Well, I’ve wondered fora couple months. Since the Christmas party.” Jack shrugged.

The Christmas party. Spotremembered. Race was drunk. Spot was on his way to tipsy, but he could hold hisalcohol better than Race. Race was…ridiculous. He was wearing a Christmassweater with a pug on it, covered in lights that actually worked. Reindeerantlers sat on his head, along with a little black nose that Crutchie paintedon his face. He had forced Spot into a sweater with the Grinch’s face on it.Halfway through the night, Race had grabbed a bow and put it on top of hishead. He walked around the room, declaring himself Spot’s Christmas present. Hethen climbed onto Spot’s lap and sat there for the rest of the night. Spotcouldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face as he thought of Race,adorably asleep on his lap as the party continued around them.

“You’ve got it bad.” Jacklaughed and shook his head.

“What do I do?” The panicreturned quickly. Spot clutched his mug and stared across the table at Jack,trying to push all thoughts of Race from his mind. “I can’t like him. I can’t.It’ll screw everything up.”

“Dude, have you evenconsidered the possibility that Race might feel the same way?” Jack raised aneyebrow and stared at him.

Spot froze. It wasn’t apossibility. There was no way Race could feel the same way. “Don’t say that.”

“Spot…” Jack sighed andshook his head. “Look, I think we both know what you have to do here.”

Spot nodded. “Yeah.” Heagreed. “Ignore my feelings and push them down until they go away.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “That’snot what I was going to say. At all.”

“Well it’s what I’mdoing.” Spot drained the rest of his coffee. “I’m crashing on your couch forthe night.” He made his way over to the couch and laid down, closing his eyestightly.

“Goodnight, asshole.”Jack flicked Spot on the forehead as he walked back to his bedroom.

“Goodnight.” Spotmumbled. He didn’t fall asleep for another hour, images of Race plaguing hismind.

~

Two weeks passed. Spot’sstrategy worked, to an extent. He was able to behave normally around Race andhe was pretty sure no one suspected a thing. Except Jack, of course, who gavehim a stupid knowing look whenever Race grabbed his hand and dragged himsomewhere or laid his head in Spot’s lap or basically breathed near Spot. His feelingsweren’t going away but he had them under control. He was fine. That is, untilRace decided to go on a date.

Spot tried not to feelhurt when he heard the news. He wanted to be happy for his friend, he reallydid. Race was a great guy. Even if Spot didn’t necessarily agree with who hewas going out with, he wanted to support Race. It hurt though, a lot more thanhe wanted to admit. The night of Race’s date, Spot ended up in Jack’s apartmentwatching Star Wars and trying not to think about the guy he liked on a datewith someone else. Once the movie was over, they switched over to video games.

It was after Spot lostthe third game in a row that Jack finally turned the console off. He faced Spoton the couch, expression serious. “Spot, what’s going on? I’m terrible at thisand I’m beating you.”

Spot sighed and closedhis eyes, pressing his fingers against his temples. “It’s Race. He’s got…He’sgot a date tonight.” He admitted quietly. He looked up at Jack. “I’m fuckingmiserable about it.”

“I can tell.” Jack drapedhis arm across Spot’s shoulders. “You know it doesn’t mean anything, right?This doesn’t mean he’s going to get into a relationship with the guy oranything.”

Spot shrugged Jack’s armoff. “I know. I’m being stupid.” He checked the time, seeing that it was halfpast nine. “I’m going to get going.”

“Spot…” But Spot wasalready out the door by the time Jack spoke. He changed into his pajamas oncehe was back in his apartment and sat down on the couch, turning on Parks andRec. He tried to focus on what Leslie was saying onscreen, rather than thethought of what Race and his date were getting up to. He was halfway throughhis second episode when the door to his apartment opened, then slammed shut.

“Fuck off, Jack. I don’twant to talk.” Spot called out without looking up.

“First of all, I’m notJack.” A voice that was definitely not Jack’s replied. Race. Spot sat up andran a hand through his hair, a desperate attempt to make himself lookpresentable. “Second of all, you won’t be talking. I will because I need tocomplain about the horrible night I just had.”

Spot couldn’t help thehappiness that blossomed in his chest as he heard Race had a bad time on hisdate. “The guy was a dud?”

“The duddest of duds.”Race went into Spot’s kitchen, appearing a moment later with a bag of chips. “Igot out of there as quick as I could.” He sat down beside Spot and groaned.

“I’m sorry it was thatbad.” Spot took a couple chips from the bag, munching on them. “What was hisname again?”

“Alex.” Race rested hishead against Spot’s shoulder. “He was so boring, Spot. So. Boring.”

“I know.” Spot wrappedhis arm around Race’s shoulders.

“I just can’t believe it.He seemed so nice and interesting when we met in the library.” Race sighed andlaid back fully, his head resting on Spot’s legs.

“You met him in thelibrary, how interesting could he be?” Spot ran his fingers absently throughRace’s hair.

“I don’t know.” Racesighed. “I should just give up on dating. It never works out.”

“Oh, stop.” Spot rolledhis eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not. It never works out, I haven’t been on a good date…well, ever.” Race stared up atSpot. “You’re the only guy who never disappoints me.”

“Maybe we should datethen.” Spot replied instantly. His mind went blank as he realized what he said. The regret washed over him as Race sat up,staring at Spot with wide eyes.

“What?” Race whisperedfinally, breaking the silence. Spot didn’t respond. He didn’t know how. “Spot.Please say something.”

“I…I was joking. Yeah.”Spot tried to brush it off. “Sorry.”

“You weren’t joking. I’mnot stupid and I can tell when you’re lying.” Race glared at him. “What did youmean?”

There was no way out. Spothad to tell the truth. “I…I meant what I said. Maybe we should date.”

Race fell silent then,processing what Spot said. “I…Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Spot shrugged andlooked down.

“Alright.”

Spot’s head shot up. “What?”

“Alright. Let’s date.”Race bit down on his lip. “I…I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. I have. Alot.”

“Really?” Spot’s heartpounded in his chest, so loud he was worried for a moment that Race would beable to hear it.

“Well…you know I’ve likedyou for a while. I haven’t exactly kept it hidden.” Race looked away then,fidding anxiously with a stray thread on the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’ve what?” Spot’s mouth dropped open and hestared at Race, utterly shocked.

“Yeah. I’ve liked you forages. I thought you knew.” Race frowned.

Spot didn’t think, hejust acted. He grabbed Race and pulled him in, kissing him firmly. He felt Race’sarms wrap around his neck and pulled the other boy closer. The two of them fellback onto the couch, Race straddling Spot’s hips. The kiss was hungry, asthough they were trying to make up for all the kisses they missed out on. Racefinally pulled away, gasping for air.

Spot laid back, staringup at the sight in front of him. Race was gorgeous. His lips were red from thekiss and his hair was messy, a tangled mess of curls atop his head. He noticedSpot staring at him and a blush rose to his cheeks. “What are you looking at?”Race leaned down and kissed Spot again, not giving him a chance to respond.

Spot kissed back. They hadthings to figure out, of course. Spot wasn’t sure what exactly what this meant,but he intended to enjoy it as much as possible. If later that night he calledJack to freak out about what happened, no one had to know. And no one had toknow that in the coming weeks and months, he’d call or go visit Jack regularlyso they could both complain about their cute boyfriends. It was a best friendthing, after all.

[broadway-imagines-for-you]

Never~ Crutchie Morris X Reader (Newsies)

TRIGGER WARNING!!! Slight hint of sexual assult (but not really just assholes hitting up on you) and bullying

Race smiled sadly at the letter in his hands as he approached David, showing him the letter. “She come ‘round yet?”

“No.” He sighed, taking it from his friend’s hand, “Who knows when she will be either, working all those jobs of hers. Trying to get both Jack and Crutchie out of there.” He opened it slowly, “From Crutchie I assume?”

Race laughed bitterly, raising a cigar to his lips, “Like ‘ey gonna give Jack a pen an’ papea.”

“You ain’t talkin’ bout me I hope.” She smirked, approaching them from behind the boys causing them to jump, “Davy you really ought to stop opening my letters.” She sighed, taking it from the boys hand.

“I mean well you know that.” He sighed at her reaction, both him and Race trying to get a peak until she pulled it away, trying to walk away but they followed her  “Gotta make sure it isn’t those Delancy brothers.”

Race nodded in agreement, “They haven’t been around, ‘ave they?”

She stilled at the mention of the brothers who had seemed to bug her more often since her brother had gone MIA. Jack was so overprotective hardly anyone besides his immediate group of friends was aloud to get to close to you. Spot,  Davy, Les, Race, and of course Crutchie were the only exceptions to this rule. You cared for all of the Newsies deeply and normally half your wages from your job, but now you could only afford to buy a loaf of bread, most of your money going towards an attempt to get Crutchie out of the Refuge and preparing to get a search party out for your brother in case he did not show by weeks end (cause goodness knows we cannot trust the police to help), even if you had taken up a third additional job you could hardly afford to feed yourself, let alone the boys but they came first, you allowed yourself a meal every other day.

Anything to help these boys get what they deserve.

“I have another shift to get to.” She sighed, clutching the letter closer to her chest before tucking it into her pocket and moving to hug the boys and walking off down the street.

It was a lie, of course, but the newsboys didn't know this as they followed her down the allyway and into

My Dearest Dream,

I am miss ya terribly. I know yous all worried about me. Don’t be. Though I will be straight with yous, as I know youse are already trying to get all o’ us out of this place. It’s cold. We’s starving. My leg aint doing well. We almos’ all got ta flu. Theyse don't care.

Ise don’t think I have been this afraid ever. Da only thing keeping me going is the thought of you and the bois.

Speakin’ of which, I has anota’ letta’ attacjed for your brother. If youse found him dat is.

I love you princess.

See you soon,

Yours, Crutchie

The letter brought me to tears as I clutched it to your chest. Having already read the letter addressed to my brother I knew how desperate he and the children at the refuge were for help and I couldn't even write back to him. I didn't even know how the letter came to find me in the first pace but I knew it was him. I could tell. And it hurt more than ever.

More than loosing ever single job I had this week.

All five of um.

But it was worse seeing the concern on the boys face as more and more I appeared dishevled.

I only have one now, thanks to Ms. Medda. No house.

But worse was the lack of word from my brother.

It was all enough to drive me insane, and the Delancy brothers knew that as they slowly approached me.

“Aw if it isn’t Ms. Cowgirl.” Oscar  laughed, approaching my trembling figure, yet I didn't move as his hands moved to my waist and Morris moved in front of me, toying with small strands of my hair, “Searching for you long lost brother or lamenting your beloved Crutchie?”

Morris groaned, shoving his brother away as he grabbed the my hand and pulled me into his embrace “You gotta be gentle with ‘er Os.”

“Morris..” I whined, “Please-”

“Ohh so I am your favorite.” He smirked, leaning into kiss my cheek, his hands moving down my waist, “Always new that you were too good for ya brother and that cripple.”

Though my whining he continued until his brother ripped me away, “Now now baby girl. I am sure we could share. Lemme convince you.”

“Boys ...please.”

“Or you could let the goil go and walk away.” The voice of Race called from behind them as Davey pulled me away, “Otha’ wise there’ll be trouble.”

I was yanked away almost as instantly as I was spotted, “Or you newsboys can go back to sellin’ your papes before you get into real trouble.”

Davey grabbed me once more, stuffing a piece of paper into my pocket, squeezing my hand before whispering, “Run. Read later.” And beginning to fight the two with Race and I complied until I ran out of breath.

Jack. Medda’s. Hurry.

The revolution had gone and run its course but Jack wouldn't tell me the result. He had kept me in Medda’s basement as soon as he had found out what the Delancy brothers had done to me. But today, Medda let me out, saying it was all over.

So in that crowd mixed in with Brooklyn in front of Pulitzer's house there I was in my nicest gown. And there he was.

“WE WON!”

Caps were thrown up and papers and I ran to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace, and met his girlfriend. Then Suddenly, there he was: My Crutchie.

Jack smiled at me as I again pushed through the crowd only this time, running towards him, almost tackling him to the ground in my embrace, tears flowing from my eyes as I wept joyfully.

“Hey darling dream.” He smiled, kissing my forehead, “Youse wearing my favorite dress... Beautiful. But not as beautiful as you.”

I wept even more looking up to kiss his lips, quickly pecking them before whispering, “You never lost faith in me?”

He chuckled, pulling me in the tightest and most comforting embrace ever.

“Neva.”

[officiallyallmight]

Sorry I am always late to getting around to doing these things :/

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Name: Andreas (Andrew)

Nicknames: Andy, Alex (thanks olivia), Ho, Kid, Asshole, whatever ppl want to call me tbh

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 5′4″

Orientation: Pansexual/romantic

Ethnicity: Italian/Cherokee (but trust me I’m as white as they come)

Favorite Fruit: raspberries or limes

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite flower: Hyacinths and Camelias

Favorite Scent: fire, the ocean, baking bread

Favorite color(s): TEAL

Favorite animal: cats (all felines all of them)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: HOT CHOCO

Average sleep hours: I am in the throws of the no sleep then 12 hr sleep cycle

Cat or Dog person: I like cats but dogs are cute too

Favorite fictional character: Crutchie Morris from Newsies is my boy

Number of blankets you sleep with: one usually

Ideal Trip: Italy!!! Or a cross-country roastrip with the pals

Date Blog Was Created: Its looking like 4 years

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