#bi racetrack higgins

[jack-kellys]

getting the minibang writer's update email today was wild bc this shit is all i have

[muckety-mucks-i-s-goin-delux]

There is a reason why Jack and Crutchie are newsies leaders with Race as the second in command, the holy trio of Lower Manhattan

Jack is a natural born leader, he's charismatic, he's been around and seen how the world works but he's also idealistic. This boy is a DREAMER. He's the loverboy. It's easy to get swept into the fantasy when Jack talks about it. A strike? Sure, sounds great, we can take them no doubt.

He's also mighty protective of his kids. He'd give up his dreams, his ideals just to keep his kids safe. He'd do anything for them, he's the person you go to when you have a problem and he might not be able to solve it (or have an idea how to for that matter) but he will listen and advise best he can.

He also definitely puts away some of the money he earns for whenever some of the newsies can't pay for food or lodging or whenever they need bandages or medicine.

He also loves the newsies so much, he definitely mother hens them.

Crutchie is not an obvious leader, not with Jack around but the kids flock to him anyway. He's got easy, playful (gremlin like) personality, he's great problem solver and best at advise. He's the VOICE OF REASON. A strike? Yeah, we should probably swallow the bitter pill and get the papes or well starve cos noone cares about us.

He's been around, being an orphan and having a bum leg, long enough to know that the world is a cruel place and he's wise beyond his years in a day to day matters. He's the one that thinks of basic, yet crucial for survival things like will they have enough food? Is everyone in the lodging and do they have a place to sleep? He sees a kid on a street and offers help. He's the one to keep the guys (or not if it's particularly funny) in check. Jack, for the love of everything holy no. This is the stupidities things I've heard. No, Race you can't do that and I don't care you think you can take them. You will die. He sees Les and immediately wants to keep him safe but the he remembers right they got folks

Racetrack is the second in command because he's younger than the other two, a kid enough to still mess around with his friend and be the smartass funny guy of the group but when things get serious he does a 180 and he does not fuck around. Strike? Fuck ye, we won't let them walk all over us! It will be a pleasure to tell Weasel meself! But at the same time when he sees there are no reinforcement coming he wants to back down, he looks around at the kids and thinks fuck we can't take them, this is a bad idea.

He's the tough love kind of guy, he loves the newsies, they are the only family he had, being at the lodging house the longest/a newsie for forever so if you fuck with one of them get ready cos he's coming for you. But at the same time he'd leave them to resolve their problems themselves or does not interfere unless things get real. You spend all the money already? Suck to be you. Haha, get a load of that guy, what a loser. Jack you still thinking? Sure he is can't ya smell the smoke?

He's most independent of the newsies. He goes to Brooklyn everyday, sells his papers, bet on the ponies (usually wins because he's wicked at maths and probability) and at the end of the day comes back to joke around and tell funny stories. But when Denaceys are picking on someone he's first one to start a fight. He's the first person you go get when shit goes down on the streets because he will not lecture you like Crutchie would or would not fuss too much like Jack would. He would call you an idiot and move on. But he's loyal to a fault just has a lot of anger building underneath and does not know how to process that so he either ignores it or just blows, but not on the newsies, no, he'd just pick a fight with someone or say something a little meaner than he intended but they know he doesn't mean it.

He's the second cos he doesn't know yet how he would lead the newsies. He keeps his feet on the ground hard and sucks at all that mothering Jack does. He's also used to doing his own thing and what's he supposed to do when people start looking up to him for guidance?

He also definitely puts away some money just not as obvious like Jack to help out the ones that are down on their luck at the moment. He would be the official secretary if newsies had one. No, Jack, we absolutely do not have money for that. No, Henry, don't take 100 papes. Why? One cos yous not Jack, you're shit at selling, two the headline sucks and chances are you'll be eating 20% of what's it worth and you can't afford that

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Thanks, I stole it from the Life SMP fandom

West Endsies Sprace is peak "badass woman who is so deeply in love with her pathetic wet cat of a boyfriend" energy except Race is actually just as capable as Spot and she will kick your ass if you imply he is anything less.

Spot: Wow my boyfriend is such a loser

Anyone Else: Lol yeah he is

Spot: Tf did you just say? *beats them up*

[ao3feed-newsies]

I Never Planned On You (Female Jack Kelly Re-telling)

by, You_Know_Im_Something_Of_A_Scientist by You_Know_Im_Something_Of_A_Scientist A retelling of Newsies! The Musical because I am mentally ill and am hyper-fixated on it. This will probably be total garbage but I don't care. Also, no Jack/Katherine because I prefer Jack/Davey. I don't own Newsies or the music. I tried really hard not to have only lines from the movie but it's hard sometimes. Hopefully, I don't get copyrighted, pray for me. Words: 3842, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Crutchie (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Les Jacobs Relationships: David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Crutchie & Jack Kelly (Newsies) Additional Tags: all of the newsies basically, rewrite of the musical but jack's a girl, Bisexual Jack Kelly (Newsies), genderbent jack kelly, davey is bi as to not remove his gayness, no beta we die like the newsies parents, definitely will have taylor swift references, can be read as the musical cast or the movie, i wrote this in a week, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, wrote this because i am obsessed with jeremy jordan rn read : https://ift.tt/VUj57dH - March 16, 2024 at 07:25PM

[upside-down-theater-kid]

Arms Around Shoulders

“Can I put my arm around you?” He nods and I do. “I’m scared, too, y’know. It’s unfair. The price increase for the papes..it’s messed up. It’s ridiculous…but we’ll get through it together. After tomorrow, Pulitzer won’t know what hit him. And Albert….I-I-I,” There are so many words on the tip of my tongue that I can’t say. Not here, not now. “I-I-I’m staying with you, no matter what happens.”

Race doesn't realize just how much he loves Albert until he's injured during the strike.

Content warning: cursing and non-graphic violence (please let me know if I should add something else)

Thank you so much to my friends (including @melancholypolywog) who gave me feedback and @broadwayismybestfriend and @oliviaaaah for the endless enthusiasm!

(There are author's notes at the end)

Read it on ao3!

“I was having the most wonderful dream last night. My lips are still tingling,” says Albert. I roll my eyes.

“Was it about a pretty girl? Why would you want to kiss a girl when you could just sell the papes with me,” I ask sarcastically. It’s a question that I’ve been asking myself ever since we first met.

“No,” he replies. “It was about a leg of lamb!” Just as I’m about to tease him for his love of lamb, he yanks my cigar out of my hand.

“Hey, that’s my cigar!” He throws it several stories down and onto the ground.

“You’ll steal another.” He’s right. I’ve stolen before and I will again. Sometimes it’s cigars, sometimes it’s food in the winter when nobody ever has enough.

“Hey, you two,” shouts Jack. “Get down here or there won’t be any papers left for you to sell!”

“We’re coming! You’d miss me if I wasn’t there,” I yell back sarcastically. Al wraps his arm around me, and the warmth of his hands makes me smile.

“You ready for this, Race,” he asks.

“What kind of a newsie would I be if I wasn’t?” We walk down the fire escape and our footsteps in sync, and are prepared for whatever today will bring us. There’s always something, but it doesn’t matter as long as he’s by my side.

--

When we make our way down, there are two people that I don’t recognize. One’s a lanky guy with dark hair and nicer clothes than mine who looks to be around Jack’s age. The other is shorter, probably his kid brother.

“You buy back the newspapers that we don’t sell, right,” asks the older one when he reaches the front of the line. Everyone laughs.

“Who do you think you are? If you don’t sell the papes, you eat ‘em!” Wiesel laughs at his own joke. The Delanceys just stare at the new people intently. They give everyone the intense treatment when they’re new, but they always treat the girls harsher than the guys. That prick Morris still picks on Albert a lot, because he hates making eye contact and doesn’t know what to say when caught off-guard. The new guy introduces himself as Davey Jacobs, and his younger brother is Les, a nine year old with the enthusiasm that only comes from being new at this job.

I remember when Al was new around here. I’d been selling papers for a few years, and I had more experience than some of the others. One day, this new kid named Albert DaSilva shows up, and asks me if he knows of any good spots to sell the papers. I offer to show him around, and the rest is history. We were only eleven at the time, but even at that age I felt differently about Al than I did with my other friends. I’d only ever felt that way about some of the girls that I knew, but my feelings for Albert were more intense than that. I always have a wide grin on my face when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, or when he would briefly look at me. I love talking to him, and I don’t think that I could ever get tired of hearing his voice, even when it’s just him telling me to not be so impulsive. He doesn’t know how much I love him. Telling him never seemed right, but I will. Someday when it feels perfect. Today isn’t that day. Maybe tomorrow will be.

--

It’s evening outside, and I’m with Al as he’s finishing selling his last few papers. He’s always had a bit of a hard time selling them, but I was fine with staying out a bit later. When we were kids, we made a game of coming up with fake headlines to sell more papers. We still do it to this day.

“You’ve always been good at selling the papes, Race. I don’t know how you do it,” he says with his hands empty and nothing left to sell.

“Awww, come on Al. You’re not half-bad yourself. There’s no one else I’d rather work side by side with, six days of the week.” He smiles his perfect grin at me and I can’t help but do the same. He lets his hair loose. He always looks so handsome when he does that.

“We should be heading back to the lodging house. It’s getting dark out.” He slips his hand into mine as we walk back. We’ve been doing that for a while now. I’m tempted to kiss his cheek, but I can’t. That’s too obvious, even for me, and we’re way more affectionate than our other friends. I’m blushing the entire walk home.

--

I’ve finished selling my papes and Al drags me into an alley and draws me close and his lips are almost touching mine and - the bell rings. It was all just a dream. A fantasy that will never come true. I drowsily walk downstairs and towards another day of work. Jack is first in line for his papers, like always.

“It’s sixty cents for a hundred papers, Kelly,” says Wiesel as Jack gives him his 50 cents.

“But it’s always been fifty cents,Weisel,” he protests.

“Not anymore,” sneers Oscar. “Sixty cents, pay up.” Everyone murmurs. Why is he doing this? We barely survive as it is, and now we have to pay an extra dime for the same amount of papes?

“That’s bullshit. Pulitzer is already wiping his ass with cash, so why should we have to pay an extra ten cents?” Everyone else starts screaming along with me. Albert starts tapping his foot with no sign of stopping. Davey stares at Jack intently as he leads everyone away from the Delanceys and Weisel. I stay back with a nervous Albert.

“Can I put my arm around you?” He nods and I do. “I’m scared, too, y’know. It’s unfair. The price increase for the papes..it’s messed up. It’s bullshit…but we’ll get through it together. After tomorrow, Pulitzer won’t know what hit him. And Albert….I-I-I,” There are so many words on the tip of my tongue that I can’t say. Not here, not now. “I-I-I’m staying with you, no matter what happens.”

“So will I, Race,” he replies. He’s stopped stimming, and I think he’s less worried. He leads me towards everyone else. He holds my hand. He’s never done that before. I smile at him and he grins back. I love him.

--

“Race! Albert! You ready to strike tomorrow,” says Finch.

“You bet we are,” I shout back. Albert raises his fist with a grimace on his face.

“Hey, you three! I need to talk to you,” says Jack as he approaches us.

“What about,” I ask as he sits down next to us.

“You three,” he begins. “Have always had a knack for getting yourselves into trouble. Mostly Race and Finch,” Al smiles at that. “And you especially Race. You just say whatever you think,” he pauses. “Just…..don’t get yourselves hurt or into trouble tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay,” we murmur in agreement. Elmer is shouting about something that we can’t make out.

“Hey, quiet down! Some of us need to get some sleep before a strike,” Jack hollers. With that, people start quieting down. No one wants to disrespect the authority of our new union leader. Both he and Finch leave.

It’s dark out here on the fire escape stairs at night. Normally Al would be looking up at the sky and gazing at the stars, but he’s looking at the ground, deep in thought.

“Hey, Race,” he asks. “How long do you think this strike will last? Those trolley workers have been striking for three weeks now… Do you think that will happen to us?”

“I don’t know how long it’s going to last. I don’t know how long it will be before they put the price of the papes back down to normal. It can’t last three weeks. It can’t. We can’t go three weeks without pay, because that’s three weeks without food….” I can’t stop myself from spiraling. Albert wraps his arm around me.

“Race, breathe in. Breathe out. It will be okay. You have me, remember?”

“But, Al,” I protest. “Nothing is going to happen from this. We’re just teenagers without a plan.”

“We’re teenagers with a cause and Pulitzer can’t top that, can he?” He glances at me briefly and I look back at him. He does his happy stim and looks away from me. I wish I knew why. “We should probably be going to sleep soon,” says Albert.

“Oh yeah, we should. Good night!”

“Good night.” He smiles at me before walking away. I wish I had the guts to say “I love you.” before I told him “good night.” Someday I will. Someday.

--

Albert is stimming as we’re waiting for the newsies from other boroughs to show up, and I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Do you think they’re coming,” I ask him. I don’t think they are, but I don’t know if I’m the only pessimist here.

“No,” he replies. “I think we’re on our own for the strike.” He squeezes my shoulder. Several minutes pass by and murmurs of “no one is coming” and “it’s just us” become more and more common. Scabs start lining up to get their papes.

“Davey, please.” I hear Jack plead from a few feet away. “You’ve got to say something. Convince them to stand with us on the strike.” He stares at him.

“Listen up,” Davey turns towards them. “Maybe the others aren’t coming. Maybe we’re on our own. But we still have to get out there and fight for what is right. We need to seize the day. We’ll find a way to stop this…” I tune him out. I’m so worried about everyone and what could happen to them if this doesn’t go according to plan. I don’t think I could stand to see any of the others hurt. I couldn’t stand it to see Albert hurt. If the strike fails, I don’t know what will happen to us, and if we’ll get carted off to the Refuge or what. Albert can’t get stuck there, he can’t.

When I finally snap out of it, they’ve joined us, and so have some others. They’re teenagers around our age, hired muscle to stop us from striking. They throw the first punches. I’m able to fight them off, but I’m still getting bruises that will look nasty tomorrow, and it looks like Al will as well. The others are having a harder time, and Les and Specs are getting beat up pretty bad. Suddenly, the police arrive.

“Finally! It was about time you showed up!” Right after Specs says that, one of those pigs punches him. Fuck the police. They start pummeling the other newsies and screaming at them to stop striking. They’re going to keep on hurting them, the only people that I’ve ever considered my family. I stay by Albert’s side. Some thugs start punching us and we punch back. I’m bruised and sore, but I’m able to keep going and fight them off. Al is able to get one off him as well, but I’m worried that he’ll have a black eye tomorrow.

We’re about to go help our friends with their fights, but the Delanceys appear and Oscar hits me before I can make the first move. I wish the pain would stop for just a second, and for my ears to stop ringing. Morris punches Al in the stomach. I try to help him, but Oscar shoves me to the ground before I can do anything. My head is pounding and I’m bleeding a bit. Just as I stand up, he does it to me again. It looks like Morris is giving Albert the same treatment. Everything is sore, and my nose is bleeding. Once I’m up and have regained my balance, I’m able to deliver some punches to Oscar with sore and swollen fingers.

“Eat shit,” I shout. Just as I’ve almost got him to the ground, Morris kicks Al repeatedly and stomps on his leg. Albert howls in pain as the brothers run away to torment someone else.

Time seems to slow down as Al is falling to the ground. Everyone is screaming and fighting around us, but I tune it all out. I can’t hear or see anything happening around me. There’s just his face and the tears in his eyes that he’s holding back and the ones that are already falling down; his swollen and bloody lip and his unruly hair. Just before he falls to the ground, I catch him in my arms.

“Al, I love you,” I say softly before he goes unconscious. Time goes by in a blur as I pick him up and run through the crowd. I need to get him to the lodging house. Somewhere safer where no one is trying to beat him up. I’m able to get to the lodging house and lie him down. I hope he’s okay. I need him to be okay. I can’t lose anyone else.

--

It’s getting dark outside when Al opens his eyes and tries to sit up.

“Race? Is that you,” he asks quietly. I can’t stop myself from grinning.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m glad you’re awake. I was so worried about you.” It’s getting late, and for a while I didn’t know if he would even wake up.

“I think I need to lie down,” mumbles Albert and he puts his head back down. I lie down next to him. We gaze into each other’s eyes for a second before he looks away. “What happened when I was knocked out,” he asks. I pause for a second.

“After you were knocked out, I ran you up here,” he nods. “A few hours later, Davey came by to tell me that Snyder took Crutchie. He took Crutchie to the Refuge,” I say solemnly.

“Wait, you stayed here all day waiting for me to wake up,” he asks.

“Yeah, of course I did,” I reply. “What did you expect? That I would just leave you here all alone?”

“Before the strike I thought that you would have just…kept on protesting without me,” he says slowly.

“I needed to make sure that you were safe. If I had left you here and something bad happened…..I don’t think I could have forgiven myself.” As he blushes and inches closer to me, he makes eye contact.

“I sort of remember what you said before I passed out. And….did you actually that you love me? Or did I just imagine that?” My jaw drops. He remembered that? What do I say to him? “I hope you said it, because I love you too.” My heart is pounding. I don’t know what to say. “Race,” he pauses. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” I answer softly. I never thought we would, but we do, and for a moment it feels like it’s just me and him alone in the world.

“I’ve dreamed of doing that for such a long time,” I say softly.

“How long,” he asks.

“Around the time when we first met. I felt differently about you from anyone else I knew,” I’ve wanted to tell him this for so long. He smiles.

“I’ve always loved the only newsboy who let me sell papes with him when I was new.” I brush his loose hair away from his eyes.

“Selling with you on your first day was the best decision I ever made.” I look at him for a second. “Can I kiss you again?”

“For sure.”

Author's Notes:

oH nO oUr AlBeRt It'S bRoKen

(I know it's an outdated reference but I couldn't resist)

I was going to write this in third person...but I didn't want to get out of my comfort zone and once I started I couldn't stop. Hopefully it will be different in the next fic.

[hey-op-just-kill-me]

Denton: important question, do you think Nick and Gatsby were gay lovers

Jack: I’m sorry what?

Race and Katherine: Absolutely

Davey pulling out his copy of the book: I annotated parts what show why they are

Jack: I think I’m in the wrong class

[sometimes-i-write-good]

I wish I could be Racetrack Higgins; confident, outgoing, and the comedic relief bi disaster™️

Instead I am Jack Kelly; escapism, nervous around his crushes, and a chaotic bi disaster™️

[jessekellywould]

“Where are you?”  “Arcade. Wanna come?”  “Yes.”

“Why aren’t you mad I made a contingency plan for you?”  “I am but I get why you did it... Just don’t expect me ta trust you fer awhile.” 

“Dat cowl ages ya twenty years Timberly.”  “Yeah well... you smell when was the last time you showered?”  “*sniff*  I don’t smell dat bad.”      

[onmebackmushh]

oh what I would give to be punched in the face by sarah jacobs

[spickelly]

ok bi day so newsies characters who are bi:

JACK KELLY!!! mexican bi legend. means towards men.

jojo de guerra. they are enby (they/he) and bi (also here's the nonbinary bi flag it's so pretty)

race!!!! funky little italian bi!!!! he is also a trans guy. why? bc i said so.

elmer. he just is.

buttons!!! xe's also bi!!!! so so bisexual!!!! (also xe/xem enby)

last but not least: henry <3333 he is also trans <333333

[kit-kat-24601]

Random screenshots I took while watching Livesies

[all-the-lovely-newsies]

“Are Ya Stupid Or What”

~~~

Happy Pride!

- Bi!Jack - Pan!Crutchie - Gay!David - Trans!Race - Lesbian!Trans!Katherine - Gay!Crutchie - Pan!Romeo - Ace!Race - Bi!Mush - Bi!Finch - Trans!Davey - Trans!Spot - Gay!Mush - Bi!Davey - Gay!Buttons - Nonbinary!Specs - Ace!Davey - Bi!Katherine - Bi!Crutchie -

Requested by: Anonymous

Thank you for the request Anon! I hope you love Race feat. his face when no one knows what an Erster is! 

Is there a combination you want to see?

Don’t be afraid, and don’t delay… I’m Just An Ask Away!

[jack-kellys]

in case you didn’t know, they’re in love, so jot that down,

[voiceofmany-a]

The dichotomy of this man going from

to

in the span of 0.3 seconds the moment a certain heiress enters the room will always make me laugh

Just saying

[ao3feed-newsies]

It turns my head inside out

by, piedoesnotequalpi by piedoesnotequalpi “Get a room!” someone yelled. Race let go of Spot. “Shut up!” he yelled back. Or: Race can't quite figure out why he's so annoyed that the new kid on the cross country team is flirting with Spot. Words: 5275, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Darcy Reid Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Racetrack Higgins & Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon & Darcy Reid Additional Tags: Various other newsies are there but not enough to be tagged, Bi awakening, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Set in Vermont because I feel like it, Running, Sports, Written with the UKsies cast in mind, Female Spot Conlon, Jealousy read : https://ift.tt/eFpvsZb - July 08, 2024 at 10:39PM

[upside-down-theater-kid]

Dancing bi newsboys supremacy