#bumlets imagine

[newsiesimagines]

Newsies Imagines #45

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

could we maybe see albert dasilva for the ask game? :]

ah yes, the ginger

How I feel about this character: Albert is my favorite ensemble newsie in livesies bar none. He is painfully relatable sometimes. I do have some conflicting feelings over the livesies/bway portrayal of his and Race's dynamic because I feel like they took 92sies Race's personality and split it into Race and Albert with Albert taking Race's more serious qualities in the stage adaptation, but I do enjoy Albert as a character and I hope someone gets the poor boy his leg of lamb.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I believe in aroace Albert. So sorry.

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Race and Albert but also Crutchie and Albert, specifically in UKsies. I don't know, I just think they're neat and Newsies UK is so special to me. Just look at them and imagine the chaos:

My unpopular opinion about this character: This is going to upset possibly everyone in the entire world, but livesies/bway Albert needs some sleeves. This goes for all of the newsies in the stage/Broadway musical that are missing sleeves. I don't care what the reasoning behind the sleeveless undershirts and vest combo was there is absolutely no way anyone in 1899 would dress like that. Undershirts had long sleeves for one thing, and why would you wear your vest on top but no shirt?? I need answers and those boys need sleeves. Second, Albert is actually not named Albert. Albert is actually his newsie nickname. (I know I was just complaining about historical dress, and the timeline I'm proposing doesn't directly match up but bear with me.) Imagine one of the newsies reads an article about Albert Einstein and his genius work in physics and what said newsie gets from the article is basically, "wow this guy is smart, I bet he's a real wise-mouth" and then Albert gets his nickname as Albert as in Albert Einstein because it evolves from "okay Albert Einstein" when Albert is being a smart-aleck to "okay Albert" and is the equivalent of "no shit Sherlock" in newsie vernacular.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I honestly don't know that I would change anything about Albert as a character. Actually, you know what? What if Albert scabbed? As a treat.

Thank you for asking!

ask game

characters answered: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly, Blink and Skittery, Bumlets and Swifty, Sarah Jacobs, Specs and Dutchy, Les Jacobs, Crutchie, Snitch and Itey, Mush Meyers, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber, Snoddy, Barney Peanuts and Romeo, Glasses

[spot-conlons-pimp-cane]

HI YES BINCH (buttons + finch) FIRST KISS??? PERCHANCE??? /NF

okay this one is quite short

words: 589

(like I said before, I have been turned into a binch shipper, though I don't mind cuz they cute af)

Finch was annoyed.

He got in a fight, and now has a busted face.

Buttons is trying to keep him still while he tries to stitch up a cut on his cheek.

"Fi, you have to stop moving!" Buttons said, lighthearted yet still exasperated.

"I'm sorry, Benji, it just hurts" 

Finch tried to stay still while Buttons finished patching him up, but he still flinched every once in a while.

The only thing that helped him keep still (for the most part) was his spiral of thoughts.

Well, it was really only one thought.

Finch has always been prone to injury, whether it's from falling over, or getting hit, he was almost always sporting some kind of cut or bruise.

That's not the problem.

The problem is that when they were around 4 years old, a couple months after they became friends, Buttons had started a ritual of kissing Finch's wounds better.

It started kind of as a joke, but now it was something he always did without fail.

The only issue Finch had was that he was head over heels for Buttons.

And right now, he has bruised his lip.

He knows, logically, Buttons will just kiss his cheek, where he is patching him up now.

But Finch kind of wants Buttons to kiss his lip better.

Though he isn't expecting it, just wishful thinking.

So, imagine his surprise when his best friend/crush kisses his cheek, then his lips.

It was a quick, soft kiss, and as soon as they pulled back Buttons ran back to the main floor of the lodging, his face the colour of a tomato.

Finch was sitting on his bunk in shock.

Did Buttons really just kiss him?

He couldn't believe it.

"It was just because you are injured, not because he wants to" he though

Either way, he had to find out.

So, he sprinted down the stairs to the main floor where Buttons was playing some sort of game with Ike, Albert, Skittery, Kid Blink, Bumlets, and Mush.

"Hey, Benji" Finch said, unable to hide the nervousness in this voice

"Yeah?" Buttons was clearly also very nervous, maybe that meant he liked finch too?

"Can I talk to you for a second? In private?"

"Sure!" Buttons responded, handing his cards to Race, who was spectating after being banned from playing any sort betting games, the ban being set in place by Jack.

Once they got up to the bunk room Finch made sure to go to a back corner, so that no one could hear them.

"Benji," Finch started, deciding to stare down at his shoes instead of the boy in front of him.

 "I don't really know how to say this, but when you kissed me, I know to you it was probably just because I got hurt, but it meant much more to me. I have liked you for a long time, and if you don't mind me saying, I would like to kiss you more often?" 

Finch ended his rant in a questioning tone rather than a statement, scared of what Buttons would react.

That fear went away the second he felt the other boy's hands cupping his jaw and kissing him once more.

This kiss lasted longer than before, but was just as soft. Which was probably for the best seeing as Finch's lip was injured.

"I guess that means you feel the same way?" Finch asked softly, once they had pulled away.

"Of course I do" Buttons replied, smiling and resting his forehead against finch's

(REMEBER MY ASK BOX IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR FIC PROMPTS OR HEADCANON PROMPTS <33)

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT YALL

[chaosfairy18]

Three little words pt. 4

Final part of the 5+1-esque (actually 3+1) story of Bumswiftery showing each pairs first I love you's and then finall the first time all three said I love you to each other at the same time. Enjoy!

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Bumlets dragged Skittery behind him as they were walking into the Bowery to go to Medda’s theatre. They didn’t have a lot of nights out, of course, and going to Medda’s was a special treat, even if they went more now, after the strike, but Skittery still dragged his feet. They had to convince him to even dress up, but Bumlets thought he was just being this annoyed by everything on purpose. He was like that sometimes.

If he truly didn’t want to go they wouldn’t have made it out of the lodge.

Tumbler also had wanted to come with them, but they had to talk him down because this was supposed to be a date, and as much as he loved the kid, he couldn’t really come with them for it.

Swifty was watching with amusement as Skittery groaned about not wanting to see dancers for the dozenth time this day and fixed his collar for him, holding his chin and rubbing behind his ear just a moment.

He was a bit quieter after that.

They got in without problem and sat in the last row, Bumlets in the middle of his boyfriends, waiting until the lights were dimmed until he put his arms around their waists. Swifty instantly put his head on his shoulder, looking to the stage. He’d been excited to see the costumes the entire week since they had planned this.

Skittery was a bit more reluctant, but eventually he did the same, grumbling a bit but also intertwining his one hand with Bumlets’ around his waist.

After the lights had darkened even more and the first dancers were on the stage Swifty was completely entranced in watching them, his eyes almost sparkling. He’d always been interested in nice clothes, but after he’d picked up some more sewing skills from Sarah it had only increased. Skittery, on the other hand, seemed set on not paying attention to the show, putting his hand on Bumlets’ thigh, sneaking it higher up slowly.

“Skitts. No. We’re in public.”

“Barely. No one cares in the theatre.”

Having to let go of Swifty for a moment he manually put Skittery’s hand away, ignoring his pouts to watch Medda come onto the stage.

It also seemed to distract Skittery enough to actually enjoy the show, no matter how hard he’d protested the entire day.

It felt nice.

Near the end of the show Bumlets looked to his boys, Swifty still smiling widely and probably imagining owning some of the clothes still, and Skittery who had begrudgingly found he had fun and even mouthed some of the songs with the singers.

Kissing the side of their heads, he whispered: “I love you two so much.”

Swifty nuzzled into his neck, kissing his collarbone. “Love you too.”

“I love you guys too. Thanks for… dragging me here.” Bumlets hadn’t expected Skittery to say it back, he wasn’t good with it yet, which was okay, the most important thing was that he was comfortable, but that made it ever sweeter that he’d said it now.

Squeezing Skittery’s hand still intertwined with his and tugging Swifty a bit closer he thought that he really couldn’t be anywhere else where he’d be happier.

[80s90smovies]

April Showers | Bumlets

requested by anon!

so so so so so excited to write my first full newsie imagine omg

warnings : like one bad word

The weather forecast in the papes has been predicting rain all week. You had a vast appreciation for rain and rainy days, but you had found out the hard way that storms were much harder to appreciate when you were caught out in the middle of them. You much preferred the rain over snow, so you were extremely pleased that the arrival of April thwarted New York’s snowy season. The winds in the city were sharp, but a little chill was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you basically lived outdoors.

However, you would much rather stay holed up in Kloppman’s while the rain pattered against the creaky roof. On dismal days, you looked forward to selling your papes as quickly as possible. Your boyfriend felt otherwise.

“Youse is worrying too much, Y/N,” Bumlets chuckled as he led you down one of the city’s familiar streets. There were bulging gray clouds hanging above you and the wind had begun to pick up. 

You caught up to him, falling into stride beside him. He shifted his last few remaining papes to his left arm so that you could tuck your hand into his. You looked up at him with begging eyes. “Can we please just finish up selling your papes and go back? I really don’t wanna be out in the rain,” you pleaded, a pout on your lips.

Bumlets took in your expression, a light laugh leaving his lips. He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss against your pouted lips. “You’re cute,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing against the back of your hand. He smiled deviously to himself, “but a little rain ain’t gonna hurt youse.”

You let out an aggravated sigh. You figured that arguing wasn’t going to get you anywhere, so you just continued to walk along side him in silence. The air grew colder as Bumlets sold a few more papes. You two wandered the streets, Bumlets still trying to get rid of his last couple of newpapers, when the mist started. It was nothing more than a wet fog for the first few minutes, but it wasn’t long before thick drops began to fall onto your head and shoulders.

“Bumlets, can we go back yet?” You asked softly, tugging on his hand. He waved the last two papers in his hands at you as his response. As the rain began to fall harder, you whined, “C’mon, it’s not like we’re gonna find very many people out in this weather. There’s no point.”

Seeing that you made a point, he dumped his remaining papes into the next trashcan you passed. The rain grew heavier, beginning to soak and mat down your hair. You were walking back in the direction of Kloppman’s, but much too slow for your liking. You pulled on your boyfriend’s hand. “Do you always walk this slow?” you asked, only half-joking. You could feel the water beginning to seep through your cotton clothing, and you were not a fan of the feeling.

A mischievous smile appeared on Bumlets’s face, and before you could even react, he tugged you off of the sidewalk and into the empty street. You shouted in protest, but stopped short when he pulled you into his arms. You glared up at him through your rain-coated lashes. “What are you doing?” you asked with a grunt.

With one hand wrapped securely over yours and the other planted firmly on your waist, he began to lead you through a waltz. Though you were entirely soaked and extremely frustrated, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Really?” you said exasperatedly, but proceeded to follow his lead in the dance.

“We’re already wet,” he reasoned, a small smile on his lips, “ain’t no use in wasting a perfect opportunity.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Any opportunity is the perfect opportunity for you to dance. Lord knows you do it whenever you damn well feel like it,” you shot back playfully.

He grinned, pulling you closer to him. “Maybe,” he accepted softly, his eyes wandering around the empty street for a moment before returning to your face. He smiled adoringly, “I just ain’t always able to convince you to dance with me.”

“That’s because I can’t dance, dummy,” you remarked embarrassedly, a warm flush overcoming your cheeks.

He raised his eyebrows, a humored smile on his face. “No shit? Then... what’re we doin’ now?” he joked, bowing his head to peer playfully into your eyes.

You rolled your eyes, lightly shoving his shoulder. “You know what I mean,” you said quietly. You gave up on the playful argument, instead leaning your head against his shoulder. Water began to puddle around your feet, and there were several instances in which you nearly slipped. Each time, Bumlets was able to keep you upright, his strong arm tightening around you to keep you close to him.

After a few minutes, he let you go, taking a small step back. “Ready to go home?” he asked jokingly, clearly well-aware that you were.

To his surprise, you shook your head. Before he could question you, you cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down to your lips. You kissed him softly, though all sweetness went out the window when he kissed you back passionately, his hand falling to the small of your back. You could feel rain drops fall from his brows onto your face, slipping down your cheeks. You pulled him closer, kissing him hard for a few seconds before letting him go.

You gave him an innocent smile as you held your hand out to him, water dripping from your fingertips. “Now we can go home.”

[1899-newsboy-strike]

hi!!!! can you please do 2,3,5&7 with bumlets!? maybe a reader that had like a panic attack or something like that? thanks!💕

2 - No no - it’s alright come here

3 - I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise

5 - Why are you helping me

7 - Just trust me

Moments - Bumlets Imagine

Warnings: panic attacks

Summary: Y/N has had panic attacks ever since she was a little kid. One day she is having a bad panic attack and her brother is nowhere to be found. She thinks that it will never end until a certain newsie comes to her aid.

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You had become a newsie with your brother Crutchie when your parents had made him leave due to his leg, and you had gone with him not wanting him to be alone. Your parents were fine with you leaving along with Crutchie due to you having panic attacks ever since you were a young child, and it would make your mother exhausted having to deal with the both of you. You and Crutchie were like younger siblings to Jack, and he would alway be there for you, but not when it came to your attacks. The only person who had ever been able to help was Crutchie, because he was able to catch them early before they had gotten too out of hand.

Today was not one of those days where Crutchie was able to catch your panic attack coming. Your brother was nowhere in sight and you could feel your chest starting to tighten as you started to find it hard to breathe. You had began to slightly hyperventilate and more attention was on you making it worse. “You want me to go get Crutchie?” One of the other newsies had asked you but you shook your head not wanting to bother your brother. You looked for an opening where you could get away from most of the newsies and almost ran past many of them as your thoughts started to spin around in your head and you couldn’t concentrate.  You went into the hallway where most of the newsies would only go while hanging in the little lounge room, and lucky for you it was night time and most of the boys were heading to bed.

You leaned against the wall trying to even your breathing and you stared up at the ceiling trying to take a deep breath. You tried to concentrate on one thought, but your head was spinning and your breathing had become more irregular as your thoughts started to get worse. Your hands were shaking as you covered your ears squeezing your eyes shut repeating the words “Stop” over and over again unable to calm down. “Y/N?” You heard as a hand was placed on your arm making you jump. “Hey, it’s okay it’s just me.” You heard them say and you opened your eyes seeing Bumlets in front of you. You shook your head trying to find words to say as you tried to back up more into the wall. “Hey, just trust me okay? I’s just wanna help.” He held his hands up trying to convince you. You stared at him for a while before slowly nodding your head.

“I’s gonna take you to the front room okay?” He explained and you nodded as he grabbed your shaky hands and lead you to the front room. “W-why are y-you helpin’ me?” You stuttered out as you finally found your voice. “I know what it feels to deal with something alone, and when I saw you run outta the room and Crutchie wasn’t with you. I’s wanted to make sure you was okay.” He explained and you nodded as you felt yourself calming slightly as he held your hands but you were still not one hundred percent okay. “Hold your breath.” He explained making you give him a confused look. “I’s heard it helps.” He explained and you tried to hold your breath but gave him a shrug as it didn’t help. “Um, okay I’s gonna try somethin’.” He explained and you nodded as you just sat there.

You suddenly felt lips softly pressed against yours making you freeze before you relaxed and kissed back. You pulled away shocked as you stared at Bumlets with wide eyes. “Sorry, I’s know kissin’ makes you actually hold your breath, but it seems like it worked.” He apologized and you realized that he was right about it working. “Thank you.” You said as you felt yourself blush and you looked away. “You don’t gotta thank me Y/N.” Bumlets said as he smiled at you before he got up and started to leave but you stopped him. “Wait, can you stay with me here for a little while longer till I feel completely better. I’s just… if you leave I feel like it would remind me of when Crutch wouldn’t be able to help and I had to be alone.” You explained and bit your lip. “You don’t gotta stay if you don’t wanna though.” You explained but he waved you off before he sat down next to you again and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“I ain’t gonna leave you. You’s never goin’ to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” He explained and you hugged him. “Thanks.” You whispered holding onto him tightly as you felt yourself starting to fully calm down. “Okay, I think I’m fine now.” You whispered pulling away after a while. He helped you up as you both headed back to the bunks. You watched him go to his bunk and sighed shaking your head debating whether or not to bother him. You walked over to your own bunk and groaned as you tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. You got up and made your way over to Crutchie’s bunk and shook him softly. “Crutch… wake up please.” You whispered as you continued to shake him but he wouldn’t budge. You sighed heavily biting your lip looking in the direction of Bumlets’ bunk. You debated for a while and gave Crutchie one last nudge before slowly making your way over to Bumlets.

“Bumlets… Bum.” You whispered softly as you tried to wake him up. He stirred rubbing his eyes looking over at you confused. “Is somethin’ wrong?” He asked making you bite your lip as you started to feel bad about bothering him. “I’s sorry I woke you. I can’t get to sleep and Crutchie won’t wake up.” You explained. “I just was wonderin’ if I could maybe sleep with you if you don’t mind. I can just go back to my bunk if I’s botherin’ you.” You continued but he scooted over. “No no, it’s alright. Come here.” He patted the empty space making you blush. “Thanks Bumlets.” You whispered as you climbed in next to him and he put the thin cover he had over you. “Anytime.” He whispered as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist but relaxed when you seemed to enjoy it. You scooted closer to him and rested your head on his pillow and you both just stared at each other. “Good night.” You explained before turning the other way with your back against his chest. “Night.” He responded getting comfortable behind you.

You still found it hard to sleep but felt more relaxed with Bumlet’s arms around your waist. You had felt a breath on your neck making you shiver before Bumlets’ face was nuzzled into your neck as he pulled you closer making you blush. After a while your body had been more relaxed and fell asleep peacefully in his arms. Throughout the night with the both of you moving your head was now in Bumlets’ chest and your legs were intertwined as you both slept comfortably for the first time for the both of you making you sleep through the morning bell. “Well what do we have here huh?” You heard making you groan until you remembered where you were. “Hey Bum when did you get yourself a goil?” You heard the unmistakable voice of Race making you want to hide under the covers.

“Mind your business Racetrack.” You heard Bumlets scold as he unwrapped his arms around your waist and untangled his legs before getting up. “Hey Y/N Kid Blink told me you was havin’ a panic attack last night. You’s okay?” Crutchie asked as he walked over to you. “Yeah, Bumlets helped. I didn’t wanna bother you.” You explained as you both walked toward the circulation gate. “You never bother me. I’s just glad you have someone else that can help if I’s not there.” He explained and you nodded as you quietly got your papers and made your way to your selling spot.

“Hey Y/N!” You heard from behind you making you jump, but when you turned around you saw it was only Bumlets. “Mind if I sell with you today?” He asked and you shrugged nodding him over causing him to smile ear to ear. Throughout the day you had both stared at each other until one of you would catch the other staring. You had finished selling all your papers last and Bumlets had more time to stare at you without you noticing. “Y/N.” You heard from behind you as you handed your last paper out making you turn around. “Yeah?” You asked as you walked over to him putting the last of the money you earned into your pocket. “Do you wanna hang out before goin’ back to the lodgin’ house?” He asked nervousness evident in his voice making you look up at him and you saw him blushing and staring at his feet. “Sure. You don’t gotta ask to hang out Bum.” You laughed as you slightly shoved his shoulder.

“I don’t mean just hang out. I mean to hang out like… you as my goil hang out?” He asked making your eyes go wide as you felt your face start to heat up. “Why would you want someone like me to be your goil?” You asked him as you were now the one to stare at your feet. “You’s the best goil I’s ever met. If you’s think just ‘cause you got panic attacks makes you any less worthy of a guy then you’s wrong.” He explained as he lifted your chin making you look at him. “You don’t gotta lie you know.” You mumbled as you took a step back and you started to walk in the direction of the lodging house. “I ain’t lyin’ to you. Everyone one of us got somethin’ that we don’t like about ourselves. To me you is the strongest person I’s ever met.” He explained as he caught up with you.

The rest of the way back to the lodging house Bumlets had kept poking you and giving you a list of reasons why you were the best person ever, and the whole way back you had denied each and every statement he said. “You just gotta think about it. You’s got all the time you need to think about it.” He explained making you smile to yourself as you walked over to your bunk with him on your trail. “Okay. I’ll think about it.” You explained as you sat on your bed and Bumlets jumped on top of you in excitement making the both of you laugh staying like that till more of the boy had come back.

[peterpanfromlemonland]

can you write a fluffy bumlets (newsies 1992) x reader? it can be hcs or whatever you like more !!

Ah yes, Bumlets our favorite. This short might be a bit terrible because i have no idea how to write for our boy but I will do my best!

You sat crosslegged on an empty crate by the Navy Yard Pier as you awaited a certain someone. The afternoon summer sun warmed your skin, you watched as the seagulls flew above you, “Y/N?” a familiar voice chimed in.

“Hey, Bumlets!” you turned your head with a smile, “You actually came!”

“I wouldn’t miss spending time with you, Y/N,” the boy said as he sat besides you and placed down a bundle he was holding, “Not even for the world!” you smiled and reached over the crate to pull up a neatly wrapped bundle, the boy’s eyes lit up as he began doing the same. In your little bundle there were two roast beef and cheese sandwiches that you had prepared for the two of you and one of your father’s old canteens which was filled with apple juice.

In Bumlets’ bundle there were all sorts of pastries ranging from cookies, streusels, tarts and small cakes. You giggled at the sight of it, this was normal of Bumlets to bring sweets to a picnic- maybe that’s why he was so sweet?

“Here ya go,” Bumlets beamed as he handed you a chocolate chip cookie, “Fresh from the bakery!”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you handed him a sandwich, “To good health.”

“And to winning with the strike!”

“That too.” you giggled before placing a kiss on his cheek. “The good health and to the strike.” 

[newsie-softie]

Bumlets headcannon that he’s the type of best friend that will pack up snacks for you two to go to the lake at sunset and skip rocks across the water while you talk about life, death, and everything in between

[tiny-brooklyn-newsie]

i was watching 1992sies and i noticed that before they even met, Kid Blink touched Les’ shoulder as if they were already friends, which leads me to believe that he probably trusts kids and teenagers, but distrusts of all adults.

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how blind could Pulitzer be that he had to read the headline with a magnifying glass

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i love how race reads “baby born with two heads” and not ten minutes later he calls out “baby born with three heads!”

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I NEVER NOTICED THAT WHEN THEY WERE RUNNING FROM SNYDER THEY RAN THROUGH A LODGING HOUSE

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when David says that it’s getting late he was looking at his hand. i wonder why, it’s not like he’s got a watch. is he counting the lines in his hand? there’s 14 lines, must be 9pm

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just david bringing the boy to meet his parents after knowing him for less than 12 hours

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jack acting like such a celebrity during dinner

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jack has such a dumb face while looking at sarah, o sera que nadamas tiene la cara de pendejo?

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why are there so many scenes of david and jack that like… there’s no fucking way to see them as anything but romantic

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I JUST REMEMBERED THE KIDS WHO SLEEP OUTSIDE OF THE LODING HOUSE, THEY SLEEP THERE BECAUSE THEY CANT PAY FOR A BED INSIDE

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jack’s cowboy hat.

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if i ever want to learn a choreography, i want it to be the one that jack dances during santa fe

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“you don’t know hearst like i know hearst” “now i know tony like i know me”

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i don’t know who’s performance of “They jacked up the price” Kid Blinks’s or Oscar’s

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there’s this one newsie in the world will know that i keep thinking is bumlets but bumlets is later shown, which leads me to think it’s oscar’s actor

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kid blink jumping on the gate

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i think the real hoity tighty one is Jonathan

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i love with everything i’ve got the fact that they mentioned the war in cuba and that bastard, castro

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spot and long johns

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them brooklyn boys in the background

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tHe cAIn

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spot was right. music to my ears

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jack pressing his face on that window, must be dirty as fuck

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denton looked so hurt that he could help crutchie

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the way crutchie nods when jack asked if they hurt him

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that first open the gates and seize the day

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i like how the younger newsies play the drums while the older newsies do that sick ass dance

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the second set of scabs look a lot older

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BROOKLYN!

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that nostril flare of Spot’s

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the way spot and jack act like they’re old friends

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Spot Conlon at the gate

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Denton’s JACK BOYS FREEZE

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how Spot and Blink were hugging and looked all caught in the picture

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all them words, Boots doesn’t know how to read-

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Skittery

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Spot and his cup

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Kid Blink

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Jack’s Nobbin with all the muckety mucks

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Dadton

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also spot’s way too girly hair for the 1800’s and the fact that no one mentions it because they’re already scared of him, now imagine saying something like that

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Spot and that other newsies’ handshake

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how come Denton can pay for himself, rent, food, and all them kids?

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to our man denton and his groan

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crutchie was so sad when snyder found out he knew jack, that scene was just as sad as letter from the refuge

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crutchie’s tremble from his fear

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Dutchy doing that sign except he had already used it before

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Kloppman protecting the newsies, they don’t pay him enough

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jack totally not creepily sitting right outside where sarah was sleeping

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i like how they show jack’s insecurities, like when he seeks reassurance

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JACK AND SARAH LOOK LIKE A YOUNG BRUCE WAYNE AND YOUNG THALIA AL GHOUL ANSMXNSJNAKS

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“i believe you know him because… you appointed him!”

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don’t you hate it when you growl but it sounds like “eee”

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the entire rally

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Spot on court

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is denton rich or something?

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Jack doesn’t have a shiner, he got punched in the chin

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you two know each other. ain’t that nice?

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i wonder if bale would still have acted as Batman if he hadn’t done newsies

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Judge Monagam has such pale blue eyes it’s alien

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ace war correspondent? he must be of high value. he was probably already rich.

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denton putting his own needs before other’s shows how truly mature and honest he is. if he were real, there’d be a slight hope for humanity.

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Boots came out of no where

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if i remember correctly, one of the newsies had ice in his cup, in 1899?

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what the hell is sauerkraut

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how tumbler was fighting someone and Skittery asked him if he was okay

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that whole scab jack scene

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how ALL the boys have to keep Spot from going to kill Jack

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jack got to keep the half of the money that pulitzer gave him

also

where did jack get all dressed up?

also

how did sarah know it was denton’s paper

also

how come the jacobs family can’t afford a house with more than two rooms, but they can afford paintings?

also

whatever happened to those boys who used to help manage the printing press? i don’t think they’re newsies?

also

that whole attacking david’s family and that entire scene is way too cliche and just bad to be enjoyed to be honest

also

oh yay david bien machista coming to the rescue

also

jack only cares about sarah in this scene

also

all of once and for all. these lyrics and this entire song.

also

“denty”

also

MUSH CALLING KID BLINK “KID”

also

the big blow out

also

BROOKLYN

also

love that “girls want rights” sign

also

BROOKLYN

also

you can see the residue of the old script with Les and Jack’s relationship

also

extra extra joe

also

the way that pulitzer shows signs of autism

also

jack’s an idiot but his iq is good.

he learns something, and uses it.

also

i want a relationship with my brother like these newsies have with the others.

also

a police officer took crutchie’s crutch and he just magically stood up to close snyder’s door of the carriage, and then in the next scene a newsie has it

also

TEDDY ROOSEVELT!

also

the newsies face when jack asks if teddy can take him to the train

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how come david, les, and sarah aren’t back at school

also

THE DIFFERENCE IN THE SIGNING FROM THE FIRST AND LAST SONG

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did sarah and david forget they’re siblings?

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they’re so excited to have him back

also

“besides i’ve got family here” the most romantic scene i’ve ever seen

also

Spot ridin’ with Teddy back to Brooklyn is my favorite thing in the world.

also

JACK GAVE HIS COWBOY HAT TO LES IN THE LAST SCENE RIGHT BEFORE THE CREDITS

[newsiesimagines]

Newsies Imagines #10

[emmedoesntdomath]

Bumlets 😚😚😚

oh, bumlets. my sweet child.

first of all, go read the bumlets appreciation post that @itteryskay reblogged like,,, forever and a day ago (the OP has since deleted their account). it’s amazing, I love it, and there’s a good deal about dominic lucero (the actor who played bumlets in 92sies), who tragically passed at 26, two years after the movie premiered.

ok, so- bumlets. here’s me acknowledging that I’m predictable as shit, and we’re going to delve into his name. a ‘bum’ doesn’t actually refer to a lazy person, but to the butt of a cigar. also, when one says ‘can I bum a cigar?’ they’re asking if they can have one. when calling bumlets- well, bumlets, they’re essentially saying that he’s either known for smoking cigars (like race) OR that he had a bad/funny experience with them.

and, well. you know me. imma go with the second option.

what I think happened is a lil’ something like this- when he first became a newsie (and I’d say it was around 12/13), bumlets REALLY wanted to make friends, because he had a harder time trying to do that when he went to school (his family was firmly lower middle class, and his clothes tended to reflect that. the other kids…had some thoughts they deemed appropriate to share about this matter). and all of the cool, older guys smoked, right? so bumlets was like, hey! I should do that! (no, sir.) and so one day he just- took?? the butt??? of someone else’s used cigar????? and tried to smoke it??????????? (ha. notice how I said tried?) when he got caught, he was bent over, hacking and wheezing, trying to get the awful taste of smoke out of his lungs. hence, ‘bumlets’.

now, since he was played by dominic lucero (who was latino, according to different sources I’ve found), and he doesn’t have another name given to him by the fandom, I’ve taken it upon myself to dub him michael herrera (which means ‘iron worker’, so it could be a last name acquired when his parents- who probably planned on working in the factories- traveled through ellis island and had to go through customs). not saying we have to use this name, but I am saying I’M using this name from now on. so.

ok, if you’ve made it this far, buckle up pronto. because my favorite bit of ALL of my bumlets hcs (and believe me, I have more. he’s easily one of my favorites, if not tied for first), is who I ship him with. alright, you ready?

…

*clears throat so I can yell this REALLY loudly*

BUMLETS/SKITTERY IS MY LIFE BLOOD AND YOU CAN’T ROB ME OF THAT. LIKE- 92SIES GAVE US SOME GOOD SHIPS- JAVEY, SPRACE (ralbert fans, I love you, too, but this ain’t that show), SARAH WITH ABSOLUTELY NO ONE BECAUSE KATH ISN’T AROUND YET- BUT BUMLETS AND SKITTERY????????? MY HEART. THEY ARE LITERALLY THE BLACK CAT/GOLDEN RETRIEVER COUPLE OF 92SIES. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK

[queenofbrooklyn]

Sweet and Spicy

Newsiestober Day 1 prompt: Candy! 

This is a short little piece I wrote for today’s prompt. Jack and Sarah visit a candy store. 

Jack pulled his gaze away from the Jacobs’ window, pretending he didn’t see the curtain fall and dark hair disappear from the glass. His feet picked up the pace anyway, pushing through the door and climbing the few flights to the Jacobs’ apartment at lightning speed. He paused for a second outside in the hall to catch his breath, he didn’t want Sarah to know he ran. He had a hard time not being genuine around her, but still, he wanted to maintain some sort of composure. 

“He’s almost here, I saw him coming in from the street just a minute ago.” Jack smiled at the muffled words behind the door, biting his lip to keep it under control as he knocked. 

“That’s him. I’m going Mama!” Sarah called again, just on the other side of the wood. He could hear her gathering something, her footfalls heavy as she turned about the small space he was beginning to know well. He could imagine the way her hair would swish. He almost got lost in the imagination in the few moments it took her to wretch open the door. He nearly sucked in a breath when she did. Sarah was always pretty. Beautiful, even, but today, there was something else about her. Her hair was pinned high on her head, off her neck in one of those poofy styles that was so common now. Suddenly, he understood why. He’d never seen it before, with the other girls, but on Sarah. It somehow made her neck look even longer and her dark eyes wider and deeper. They were smiling at him expectantly and he realized he needed to say something. 

“Uh, hi Sarah, I um, like what you’ve done with your hair,” he said, faltering, with a sentence that would have sounded more comfortable coming out of Bumlets’ mouth than his own. But she blushed a deep pink that spread all the way down to her collar and he didn’t feel so badly about the compliment. 

“Thank you. Are you ready to go, or would you like to come in a moment?” she asked, suddenly a little shy. 

“I’m ready,” he said, and made space for her in the hallway. They walked down the stairs in silence. The stairs were too narrow to walk side by side and it made talking difficult. Better to wait anyway, to not be heard by nosy neighbors. Jack had learned that the hard way a while back. 

They stepped out in the cool Autumn air and Jack hung back a moment, to let Sarah match pace with him. 

“So, what is this you wanted to show me?” he asked a second later, as Sarah gestured for them to walk South down the street. 

“Well, you know how Les’ birthday is next week?” 

“Course, how could I forget? He’s been “near ten” for months now.” 

Sarah’s laugh echoed in the foggy morning and Jack shivered a little. 

“Well, there’s this candy shop a little South of here, O'Neills, do you know it?” she asked, turning to face him. 

He shook his head, though he might have known vaguely where it was.

“On Sunday mornings they discount that week’s candy, if it didn’t sell. It’s almost all penny candy then, and I thought I could spare a few and get him a treat.” 

Jack smiled and understood the weight behind it. Sarah was notoriously good with money. Most of what she made, of course, went to her family. Rent, food, whatever was needed. What little she kept for herself typically never saw the light of day again until she needed new sewing needles, or she’d worn through the soles of her boots. When she did spend it for something frivolous, it wasn’t uncommon if it was on her brothers. 

“Well, it’s Les, so I’m sure even week old candy will make him happy,” Jack replied, thinking of the sugar highs he’d seen the kid on before. 

“It’s just around the corner here,” Sarah said, leading them to a brick building with a glass storefront. The chill from the morning was fogging the windows so it felt dark and secret as they opened the door and a wall of heat came blowing out at them. 

“Apparently the candy is hot when they make it, that’s how they shape it,” Sarah muttered, leaning over Jack’s shoulder to explain, her breath as hot on his neck as the candy. 

The store was small, and there were other people inside, mostly children younger than the two of them, spending whatever they’d made that week on the cheap sweets. A large wooden counter spanned the left hand side of the store. The counter was wide and on the far end, someone was cranking something through a roller machine. Sarah pulled Jack closer, his hand tight in hers. 

“Look, that’s the candy before it’s solid,” she said, pointing at what the man was putting through the rollers. It seemed like a chunk of liquid glass, and the rollers had little impressions set into them, so that when he cranked the substance through, it formed long sheets of little designs. They were little red leaves and Jack resisted the urge to press closer to get a good look. 

“Oh, watch, watch!” Sarah whispered, smiling as the man picked up the sheet of candy he had just rolled and dropped it back on the table, splintering it into thousands of little bits. 

“That’s why they call them drops, you know. Like lemon drops. They have to drop the mould to separate the individual pieces.”

“Well, you learn something new everyday,” he said. Jack had never been much of a candy eater, he liked salty things more than sweet, and sometimes, when he could get his hands on it, something spicy. 

They went around the store, and Sarah filled a little bag with scoops of hard candy from the bins marked as discount. There was more expensive candy in boxes and bottles that lined the higher shelves. 

“Do you like the same stuff Les likes?” he asked, as she put a scoop of something in her little paper bag. 

“Not really, I mean, it’s good. But one time, we had a little extra money, I forget why now, and Momma and I made chocolate caramels,” she said, and her eyes clouded with wistfulness for just a second before she looked up at him. “Have you ever had that?”

“Can’t say I have, though it sounds good.”

“It was. I think they sell them here, but I haven’t had one since. It was chewy and melted quick but the caramel pulled from your teeth to your fingers. It was fun to eat. We laughed the whole time.”

“That sounds nice, I hope I get to try it someday,” he said, smiling, watching the way her eyes lit up when she told the story. He scanned the shelves as she went back to her bag, but the labels were all too far away. Her birthday wasn’t until the Spring. Maybe he could save up enough by then and find her some. 

Sarah paid for her bag and carefully folded the top over. As they left the store, she held it with a hand supporting the bottom so it wouldn’t accidentally rip and waste all the candy. That’s what he liked about Sarah, he realized suddenly. She cared to do something like that. Not just buy her brother candy, but make sure it was safe. Some people didn’t do those things. Some people went through life not caring enough to take that extra step. He was hit with another wave of affection for her. 

“Sarah,” he paused, measuring the words in his mouth. He was always worried he would say too much too soon with her. She did that to him, made him impatient. 

She turned to face him when he didn’t continue. “What?” 

“You’re a good sister,” he said finally, after a moment. Her smile shined and warmed him all the way down to his toes, cold weather be damned. He had a feeling she could read everything on his face, which was much more than he dared to say. 

“Here, come here,” she said, pulling him suddenly down the mouth of an alley between two buildings. The dark pressed in here, especially in the new October and Jack stilled, eyeing the corners for anyone. 

Sarah dug around in the small bag and looked up at him, “Close your eyes.” 

“Uh, Sarah-” he started, glancing over his shoulder. 

“It’s fine, just close your eyes, hurry!” she insisted and Jack laughed, closing his eyes like she asked. 

“Now open your mouth.” 

Jack winked an eye open at her in question. 

“Just trust me!” she laughed and slapped his chest good naturedly. 

“Fine, fine. As a newsie you learn not to trust people like this,” he said with a laugh, closing his eyes. 

“Well you trust me don’t you?” 

He opened his eyes again, to look down at her seriously. Her brown eyes were still full of humor. 

“More than anyone.” 

She blinked once, somber after a second, and they looked at one another, the moment suspended in amber. Suddenly she cleared her throat, looking down at the little bag, breaking the tension that seemed to hang between them. Jack backed up a step he didn’t remember taking. 

“Anyway,” he said, and closed his eyes and opened his mouth like instructed, pretending whatever that was, hadn’t happened. He heard Sarah chuckle and the bag crinkle again. 

“Okay, I think you’ll like this,” she said, and suddenly he felt something cold and hard at his lips. He pulled it between his teeth and opened his eyes just in time to see Sarah pulling her hand back. 

His eyes went wide and she smiled, breaking into a laugh that shook her shoulders. He covered his mouth with his hand as he sucked on the little candy. 

“It’s spicy!” he barked in surprise and she laughed even harder. 

“It’s cinnamon!” she said through her laugh. Jack laughed too. He’d certainly never had anything like that before. He didn’t even know candy could be spicy. 

“How’d you know I’d like that?” 

“I know you, Jack Kelly.”

I’m tagging @klaineharmony partially because I think you’ll like this, and also because I wanted to write some Jarah after your latest installment of Defend!

[goodolreliable-crows]

Nightmares and confessions 

Bumswiftery cuz this ship needs more content.

Smoking cw

Skittery stood in the bathroom area of the lodge, debating whether pumping water to wash his face would be too loud and wake the other boys. It was late, although he didn’t know the exact time. He had been trying to save up for a pocket watch but never could scrap together the funds. Judging by the soft sounds of the boys deep in slumber in the next room over and the crescent moon in the sky, he determined it was around midnight. 

He had woken up clammy from a nightmare and didn’t feel like trying to fall asleep again. He had seen some of the other boys have nightmares- Blink mostly, who frequently woke up screaming at any hours of the night before Mush had to rush over and comfort him. He never had dreams like that, which he was thankful for. He couldn’t imagine what that boy had been through to continue to be tortured by his own mind like that. 

The nightmares he had were just vague unsettling things that continuously crept over his mind the rest of the day, or at least until he snatched a cigar from someone. They were usually about improbable, sometimes childish things he felt guilty for letting bother him- monsters, his little brother getting hurt, or his family finding out something about him that he didn’t want anyone knowing. 

Not that he had any secrets that bothered him like that. That’s what he told himself. 

He decided it wasn’t worth it to get water, instead leaning his elbows on the trough and setting his head against his forearms. The cool breeze from the early spring rainstorm drifting in from the drafty windows felt nice against the clammy, bare skin of his back. 

He just wanted to sleep. He was so tired every day no matter what he did. 

After a few silent moments, listening to the rain, he felt the warmth of fingertips creep suddenly onto his shoulder. He jumped up, turning around and instinctively taking a defensive position with his fists balled. It was dark, but the curly mop of brown hair, hazel-green eyes, and toned muscles, visible even through his undershirt, told him who it was. Swifty was always doing that, sneaking up behind people and startling them whether he meant it or not. He was too nimble, too light on his feet. 

“Jeez, what’d ya do that for?” Skittery  whispered furiously, his face growing hot as he wished he had pulled on a shirt when he was leaving his bunk.

“Sorry, wanted to make sure you’s ok,” Swifty whispered back, his cheeks slightly red. 

Of course it had to be Swifty, Skittery thought to himself. Swifty had to be the one to wake up, when he was one of the two causing all these problems in the first place. 

Skittery didn’t blame the two boys for the feelings he got. It wasn’t their fault that he got lost in his head whenever Bumlets flipped his hair out of his face, or that he got a funny feeling in his stomach when Swifty adjusted his clothes. And it certainly wasn’t their fault for that sour, jealous mood that he couldn’t seem to shake after he walked into the lodge early one day, finding Bumlets being pushed up against the wall by Swifty, kissing his neck with his hands at his waist. 

That wasn’t his business. He just wanted a lover- he was jealous for the relationship they had, that was all. He wasn’t going to let his silly envy get in the way of his friendship, or let it bother whatever they had going on. 

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.” 

Skittery watched as Swifty sat down on the weathered floorboards, much to his dismay, his dangling suspenders clattering on the hardwood. He wasn’t in the mindset to stay up with someone. He glanced back to his empty bunk, briefly pondering if he could return to it without seeming rude. He decided against it, reluctantly joining the boy on the floor and crossing his legs. 

“You sick or something? You felt hot,” He asked softly. Swifty knew how hard it was to get Skittery into a conversation when he didn’t initiate it. It was somewhat of a skill, trying to carefully word his sentences to draw him in. Unfortunately, he was still groggy himself, meaning he wasn’t as slick with his tongue as he could be. 

“No, just had a nightmare,” the tall boy mumbled back. 

“You wanna tell me about it?” Swifty patiently asked. 

“Already forgetting it.” 

Swifty nodded, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get much of a conversation out of him. After a beat of silence, he dug around in the pockets of his shorts and procured a cigarette, offering it to him. Skittery’s gaze flicked from it back to the other boy's eyes, before taking it from him and setting it in the corner of his mouth. 

After successfully striking a match and lighting the cigarette, tendrils of smoke curling into the air, he leaned back on his elbows and looked Swifty up and down. 

“What about you, huh? What are you doin’ up so early?” 

“Just couldn’t sleep. Have a lot going on in my head,” he answered, somewhat relieved that the cigarette seemed to do the trick to get Skittery out of his shell, at least a little bit. 

He hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether he gave a fulfilling answer, before holding out the lit cigarette, embers glowing bright in the otherwise dark room. Swifty eyed him curiously, his bright eyes picking out details of the other boy's body best as he could in the darkness. 

“When I get nightmares I cozy up to Bumlets, ya know. You ain’t got someone like that? A gal or a fella or nothin’?” Swifty asked, after passing the cigarette back. 

Skitterys expression stiffened as he tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. 

“No, I ain't got a gal like that. And I ain’t like you either.” 

“Like me?” The curly haired boy replied, his eyebrows raising. 

“Ya know with the,” Skittery’s eyes darted to the floor, unable to meet his eyes. “With the fellas.” 

Swifty pulled his legs against his chest, narrowing his eyes. “Well jeez, that ain’t what I was askin’.” 

“It ain’t your business.” 

Swifty sighed, knowing he had ruined what little softness he had pried out of him. “Don’t see how. You’s a looker, Skits.” 

Skittery felt his face flush, accompanied by a strange fluttering in his chest. He hated it. These feelings were stupid, impractical, and most importantly, could never be replicated. Swifty had Bumlets. They were happy together, and Skittery would just have to suck it up and bear through the agony that came with seeing them cuddling at night, or exchange kisses on the cheek in the morning, or playfully ruffle each other’s hair before buying papers. 

It had never occurred to him how much these things bothered him until he had Swifty all to himself, with nothing else but a shared cigarette and that wretched insomnia. 

“I’m going to try to sleep,” Skittery mumbled suddenly, Standing up and heading back towards the threshold between the bathroom and the bunks. In one motion, Swifty grabbed his wrist, pulled him back, and pinned his waist to the counter, gazing up at his face through the thick darkness. 

“What the hell’s up with you lately, John?” He whispered furiously, tightening his grip below his ribs. Skittery stood like a statue, his mouth gaping open as he prayed his weak knees would hold him. Their chests were almost touching, and he could feel the steady rise and fall of his stomach against his own in the brief eternity before he could cough out an answer. 

“Nothin’”, he said, his voice coming out small. His heart drummed as he watched a lock of Swifty's hair uncurl itself from his bangs and fall neatly onto his forehead. His eyes glistened in the shadows, filled with suspicion and curiosity.

“Nothings goin’ on with me, why’d you think that?” 

“I dunno, maybe how you can’t seem to stand being around me during the day?” 

Skittery took a breath, his arms glued to his sides. “It’s just me bein’ dumb, alright? Don’t worry about it.” 

“Worry about it?! Skits you...” he slowly released his grip, his hands trailing down from his waist to his hips. “You ain’t...”

“I ain’t what,” Skittery breathed, barely audible over his heartbeat.  

And in a split second, Swifty closed the gap between their mouths, his eyes fluttering shut as Skittery’s hands found their way onto the back of his neck. It was a tender, slow kiss, filled with questions and curiosity. Every thought or strange feeling left over from his nightmare had vanished. He wasn't sure if the rain was still falling- he couldn't hear a thing. Skittery discovered the other boy's lips were surprisingly silky, and he pulled away, chest heaving, with a fruity taste on his tongue. 

“Why the hell did ya do that?” Skittery said quietly, his fingers biting into the shorter boy’s shoulders. 

He shrugged in response, apparently more agitated from his response than alarmed from kissing his friend. 

“I don’t get you, Victor,” he said uneasily as he saw Swifty’s face drifting up towards his again. 

“Stop.” He pushed him away by his shoulders, struggling to put space in between them. “We can’t do this, Vic, what the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Do I really gotta walk you through why it’s ok to kiss a fella?”He answered in a bemused tone. 

“It ain’t that, Swifty!” he said furiously, forgetting to lower his voice. “You think I don’t wanna do that every time I see ya?! You think I've been putting myself through this shit for nothin’? I ain’t meant for romance. And whatever feelings that gave me ain’t exactly exclusive to you either. I couldn’t make no one happy like they want me to. Nothin’ like that will ever work out for me.” He shoved him away, walking a few paces towards the windows. “And how could ya do somethin’ like this to a sweet fella like Bumlets?!” he added, his voice quiet again. 

Swifty was strangely composed, standing straight up with his hands in his pant pockets. It was strange to see his friend like this. Skittery always spent most of his time contemplating everything, analyzing conversations and movements to make sure he was completely understanding what was going on. He never let a thing go misinterpreted. He was better with being told things straight out- it surprised Swifty that a kiss, which to Skittery might’ve meant anything, for once got his point across efficiently. 

“That’s what you’s worked up about? That I kissed you while I still got Bumlets?” He asked, collected despite the fact his heart was still racing. “Me and him have been talkin’, Skits. He likes you too.”

The other boy froze, the words sending a peculiar feeling down his spine. “What do ya mean by that?” 

“I mean he likes ya, I like ya, and we like each other.” He slowly approached him, as if to not startle him away. “I’m sayin’ if you wanna be in on whatever we got going on,” he trailed off, tenderly slipping his arms around his waist again. 

“Ya mean it, Victor? You two…” he mumbled tentatively, his own hands creeping onto his midsection. 

And before he knew it they were kissing again, searing and passionate. It was something that happened on instinct, a thing Skittery didn’t let control him very often. It was as relieving as it was terrifying. 

Skittery pulled away abruptly, responding to Swifty's confused expression by holding a finger to his lips. He peered over him through the darkness at all the boys seemingly still asleep in the next room over. They were too visible for his liking, especially since he knew many of them pretended to be asleep to pry into others' business. 

He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into one of the bathroom stalls, where they whispered little confessions in between long kisses, all the way till light started shining in from under the door and the clamor of waking boys told them they were moments from being discovered.

__________

The next day was gray, with rain that sprinkled heavily on and off. Normally, this would send Skittery into a worse mood than usual, causing him to barely get any papers sold, rather spending his day under shop awnings with the stack over his head. However he barely noticed the rain, and although his mouth was in a tight line and his eyebrows furrowed, there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that he couldn’t get rid of. 

He remembered saying a lot to Swifty the night before, mostly embarrassing, sappy things that he carried on his shoulders with an air of shame. He remembered something about being in love, something about his heart melting when he sees Bumlets, something about him not being able to believe that the two handsomest guys in the lodge liked him. Recalling it made him cringe. He couldn’t believe he would let his guard down like that now that he was out of the moment. 

He knew he had to talk to Bumlets soon and work out his feelings for him as he did with Swifty, but he could barely stand to be in the same room with either of them. He left early, turning away after hearing one of them call his name. He was aware he was just avoiding something that would have to be dealt with eventually. He was no good with feelings, or change for that matter. 

Luckily the opportunity presented itself sooner than he preferred, when he settled on a bench under a damp umbrella in the park. It was a particularly heavy batch of rain, making him shiver no matter how tight he pulled his coat around him. He suddenly felt himself sandwiched by warmth, one of the boys on each side of him. 

“Hey Skits,” he heard Bumlets say, although his gaze stayed fixed on the patch of ground in front of him. “Heard you was bein’ sweet with my fella last night,” he said in an amused tone, hitting his shoulder with his own. 

Skittery felt paralyzed, staying silent as both boys looked at him expectantly. He felt a raindrop snake down his neck and down his collar. 

“Why don’t ya tell Bumlets some of those things you told me last night,” Swifty added once it was clear that he wasn’t going to respond. 

“Won’t you two leave me alone till later,” he finally answered, snapping his head up and looking at the boy on the right. He immediately regretted it. Bumlets’ damp bangs were drooping onto his forehead, his brown eyes illuminated curiously by the  raindrops coming down. His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone dotted with freckles. 

“We ain’t gonna leave you alone, Skits, not with weather as romantic as this!” He motioned wildly with his hand, collecting a few raindrops in his palm before drying it off on Skittery’s knee. “But we also ain’t gonna pressure you or nothin, right Bumlets?” Swifty added. 

Skittery let both boys set their arms around him, although his shoulders were stiff and his face was hot. The three sat there, listening to each other breathing for hours with their arms tangled. The tall boy in the middle indulged himself just a little bit more by the minute, letting himself grow comfortable between them. He knew that's what he wanted. He knew that that’s what he had been dreaming about subconsciously for a lot longer than he cared to admit. It would take time for him to adjust, as it always did for him with new experiences and changes of his life. 

But he was trying to get better at change. Maybe that’s why he let Swifty kiss his cheek, after checking that the rain had driven everyone out of the park. Maybe that’s why he let Bumlets take his waist and kiss him softly, when the moment felt right. And that’s why they walked back to the lodge, shivering, with their arms still hooked around each other, the tallest boy feeling on top of the world.

[chaosfairy18]

Making another Bumlets drawing rn and I'm just imagining them behind me the entire time:

[what-goesaround-comesaround]

Imagine, the newsies put on a variety show :

(Are these all based on personal events? 100%)

Jack asks Medda if they can put on a variety/talent show in her theatre for fun with the reasoning "for the kids!". Medda agrees wholeheartedly and organises an evening for them all to preform.

Jack and the others continue to invite all of the adults who are either parental figures or are just vaguely nice to them, including Kloppman, Hannah, Seitz, the Bowery Beauties, Toby the Candy Butcher, Mr. Jacobi, Medda's stage hands, David's parents ect. Denton is entrusted with recording the show and takes his job very seriously. Racetrack even invited Wiesel as a joke and took bets to see if he came or not (he didn't but no one lost money on that)

Now for the acts :

• First up we have a rendition of Country Roads by John Denver led by Jack, featuring Kid Blink, Mush, Boots, Crutchie and Specs on several instruments (Mush borrowed Race's kazoo). They practiced until 3am the night before on their various instruments leading to Skittery dousing water on Jacks head the next day as revenge.

• Next, a play about the tellitubbies being murdered by their hoover, complete with ukulele music, starring the younger newsies aka Les (as the hoover) Ten Pin, Snipeshooter, Tumbler and Swifty. Sarah provided the ukulele music as the sun and Skittery played a tree in background because the younger newsies bullied him into it. (This is oddly specific for a reason lmao) Some adults were left with several questions afterwards.

• After that comes a very interesting rendition of "That's what makes you beautiful" by Bumlets, Itey, Dutchy, Snoddy and Snitch each preforming as a member of One Direction with name tags to signal who's who. (There was a very loud disagreement about who's be Harry last night. Let's just say Bumlets won)

• Now for David who kept saying he wouldn't participate but is reluctantly forced into it by Sarah, Jack and Les and continues to recite the Element Song flawlessly, surprising everyone. Didn't even need the lyrics, he's that good.

• Up next, a magic act starring Racetrack and Albert, as his lovely (begrudging) assistant! They weren't allowed to to saw Albert in half but did manage a pretty cool vanishing act, making all of the younger newsies ask for magic lessons and everyone else being equally astonished.

• After that comes Super Bass preformed by Smalls while Sniper plays Pachelbel's Cannon In D on the violin. (Smalls recited the clean version per Medda's request)

• Next up is Buttons doing a puppet act with puppets he made himself! His ventriloquist skills are pretty amazing, he even made a puppet of Pulitzer! (Katherine asked for a commissioned copy of him after the show, she couldn't get over how funny and well made it was)

• Now for the Brooklyn newsies. They do an ensemble performance featuring Spot, Long John, Hotshot, York, Myron, Bart, Rafaela, Joey and more. What they perform you may ask? Oh a little dance called "An Dreoilín". It's chaos. Race and Jack jump in towards the end (they also know the dance and song?) and soon everyone'd clapping along. If you haven't heard of it before, look it up on YouTube, the music is brilliant.

• After that comes Bill and Darcy and their own duet of the song "I am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" which they perform frighteningly well. Let's be honest, they sort of are Gilbert and Sullivan and have been waiting for ages to show this party trick off.

• Next up, Jingle Bell Rock but it's the Mean Girls version made even more interesting by Romeo, Jojo, Elmer and Finch. (Do I need to even say who's Regina?) We even have Medda dancing along pretending to be the "cool mom" and Jojo kicking the boom box over, meaning everyone starts singing along. It's the perfect recreation.

• Now for Jake and Pie-Eater doing impressions! Characters included : Jake impersonating Jack with a cheap sparkly cowboy hat (bought an hour before performing), muttering about Santa Fe for 3 minutes straight. Next was Pie-Eater pretending to be Kloppman and Jake as Skittery in the mornings having their banter. They took on requests such as the Delancey Brothers, Wiesel and even Spot (requested by Race. Pie-Eater had trained for this moment and did not disappoint) Jake and Pie-Eater spoke with the right cadences in their voices and perfect body language. Scary impressive stuff.

• Katherine next. She deadpan gets up and switches on her background music ; "We didn't start the fire" and sings it by memory. She makes sure to point at Spot and the rest of the Booklyn newsies when singing "Brooklyn's got a winning team" during the 7th verse. Absolutely deadly.

• Last but not least we have Henry, Mike, Ike, Tommy Boy, Splasher, Coffee Bean and Barney Peanuts performing a rousing version of "Lay all your love on me" from Mamma Mia, matching flippers and everything. Soon everyone's joined in and they all finish with singing "Dancing Queen" with Jack putting a little too much emphasis on the lyrics "only 17".

All in all, a successful evening with the promise from Denton they'll all get a copy of the show sent to them after he makes a few edits (I told you he took this seriously)

Did I do it? Did I mention all the newsies? Seriously, this was an exercise in how many characters I could remember.

[80s90smovies]

Dating Bumlets Would Include...

for my anon that requested it!!

so so happy to write for my newsie boys <3

Bumlets was attracted to you the moment Jack introduced you to the boys

However, he kinda figured that if you were interested in any of them, it’d be someone like Blink or Jack or David

So he was prepared to settle for being acquaintances

But you refused

You were overly nice to him, constantly bringing him into conversations and asking him how he was doing

He didn’t really understand why you picked him to be so close with, but he wasn’t complaining

It took a solid two minutes for him to develop a fat crush on you

And it took a solid two more for him to tell you

There was no beating around the bush; he told you how he felt and figured you could just be friends if you didn’t feel the same way and he’d move on

But then you agreed to let him take you on a date, and he had never been so happy

When you start dating, no one is really surprised in the slightest bit

You become super close with the rest of the newsies, but no one comes remotely close to matching your bond with Bumlets

You’re constantly running your fingers through his hair, moving it away from his eyes so you can see them

You absentmindedly pluck at his suspenders when you two are sitting around doing nothing

Sometimes you just really can’t match his energy, so you settle for watching him gallivant around with Skittery and Blink

He’s constantly pulling you to your feet for impromptu slow dances and twirls

Swinging your arms when you hold hands

Being selling partners after the strike

Stealing kisses when he’s least expecting it, only to have him chase after you to get another

You seem to have the most energy when he has the least, so on the rare occasion that he wants to just cuddle a nap, you’re constantly peppering kisses all over his face and tugging at his shirt

When he kisses you, he always cups your face with both of his hands

He picks you flowers and tucks them behind your ear

Sometimes on particularly slow days, you two have races down alleyways 

You fall asleep in his arms more than you fall asleep in your own bed

He wakes you up by kissing your jawline and whispering in your ear

During the winter you wear some of his clothes over your own because they’re big and warm

He jumps in front of you any time Oscar or Morris come around, even if they aren’t paying you any attention

You rub his shoulder to calm him down when he’s anxious or nervous

He constantly tells you that you deserve better than him, but he doesn’t plan on ever letting you go.