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1899-newsboy-strike · 6 years ago

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How about 15, 102, and 81 with Skittery x Bumlets :0?

15 - Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that

81 - Was I really that drunk?

102 - Kiss me

A Kiss to Remember - Modern Skittery x Bumlets Imagine

Warnings: talks about drinking, drunk Bumlets, mentions throwing up

Summary: Skittery and Bumlets go to one of Spot’s famous parties, causing Bumlets to get drunk off his ass, and he confesses his feelings to Skittery.

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Bumlets had never been much of a drinker, but tonight was different. He was done hiding his feelings for Skittery, but he never had the courage to tell him how he felt. Anytime Bumlets came close to telling Skittery how he felt, he would always change his mind at the last minute not wanting to ruin their ten year friendship. Tonight Bumlets wanted to forget about his feelings so he could have a good time with the rest of his friends and not spend the whole night hopelessly pinning over his best friend. He didn’t plan to be as drunk as he currently was, because he could hardly even walk around without bumping into his friends.

“Hey Bum, who thought it was a good idea to keep giving you drinks?” Skittery joked as he helped keep Bumlets standing as soon as he bumped into him. “Spot… I um…” Bumlets started but had stopped, trying to think of what he was trying to say. “Wanted to have fun.” Bumlets finished as he patted his friend’s chest. “Okay, I think it’s time to get you home.” Skittery laughed as he started pulling him toward the front door but Bumlets stopped him. “No, the party’s fun.” Bumlets protested trying to stop his best friend from pulling him away from the party. “Bumlets I will carry you out of here if you don’t come with me.” Skittery threatened making Bumlets grumble as they both made their way out the door.

“If you feel like you’re going to throw up, please tell me.” Skittery explained as he helped Bumlets in the passenger side of his car. “Wait! What about your car?” Bumlets asked as he pulled Skittery’s hand. “I got a ride from Katherine, it’s fine.” He explained before carefully closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side. Bumlets couldn’t help but feel jealous as he thought about Skittery being with Katherine. “What were you doing with Katherine?” Bumlets asked as soon as Skitery opened the door. “We were talking about something.” Skittery explained leaving it at that leaving Bumlets to think about it the whole ride back to his house.

“You were supposed to wait for me to help you out of the car.” Skittery laughed as he saw Bumlets on the floor. “Took too long.” Bumlets grumbled as he grabbed Skittery’s outstretched hand to stand back up. They both finally got inside Bumlet’s apartment with minimal issues before Skittery took Bumlets to his room. “Stay here. I’m going to get you water.” Skittery explained making Bumlets pout to himself as he laid back on his bed. “You okay?” Skittery asked as he walked back in seeing Bumlets hanging halfway off his bed. “Up you go.” Skittery grunted as he tried to lift Bumlets in a sitting position.

“What’s up? You never drink.” Skittery explained as he handed Bumlets the glass of water before sitting next to him on the bed. “I wanted, I mean I was talking to Spot about my problem and how I wanted to have fun, and he said drinking would make me have fun, and he was right.” Bumlets laughed drinking the water before placing it on his nightstand. “What problem?” Skittery asked but Bumlets stayed silent. “Come on Bum. You can talk to me.” Skittery reassured him as he put his hand on Bumlets shoulder. “You.” Bumlets said quietly, making Skittery confused. “Me?” He asked making Bumlets groan.

“Yes you! You’re always in my head! I can never stop thinking about you. I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember and not being able to be with you just sucks, and then sometimes you just do things and I just wish I could walk right up to you and kiss you!” Bumlets exclaimed his arms flailing about until he realized what he just said and covered his mouth in shock. “Skittery, I’m sorry I-” Bumlets started to say but Skittery cut him off. “It’s okay. I’ve liked you for a long time too. It’s actually what I was talking to Katherine about.” He explained making Bumlets even more shocked than he was before.

“You do?” He whispered as he scooted closer to his best friend. “Yeah, of course I do. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Skittery said as he smiled at Bumlets. “Kiss me?” Bumlets asked Skittery with a desperate look in his eyes. “You’re drunk. Ask me again in the morning.” Skittery explained as he could still smell the alcohol on his breath. As he was about to get up from the bed to sleep on the couch Bumlets stopped him. “Stay? Please?” He asked as he held onto his arm. “Yeah. Just get some sleep okay?” Skittery explained as he turned off the light before climbing into Bumlets’ bed, both of them facing away from each other as they tried and sleep.

“What’s wrong?” Skittery asked turning around after a five minutes of Bumlets tossing and turning. “Can’t get comfortable. Too much to think about.” He explained as he faced Skittery. “Come here.” Skittery said as he held his arms out for Bumlets, but only received a questioning look. “Just come here.” He motioned him over and Bumlets finally scooted closer as Skittery wrapped his arms around his waist. “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that and not on thinking.” Skittery said as he rubbed Bumlets’ back slowly. “Thanks Skittery.” Bumlets whispered softly as he nuzzled closer into his chest falling asleep after a few minutes.

Bumlets woke up to an empty bed and the sun shining in his face making him groan. He couldn’t even think about how he got home when he suddenly felt nauseous making him fly off his bed and into his restroom as he threw up. He stayed on the restroom floor for a while until he heard shuffling in his room. He was about to get up until he saw Skittery leaning against the doorframe. “Good afternoon sunshine.” Skittery joked as he saw Bumlets on the floor. “What time is it?” He asked as he grabbed the sink pulling himself up before brushing his teeth. “It’s almost two… so you like me huh?” Skittery asked making Bumlets look up at him through the mirror with wide eyes.

“Was I really that drunk? I told you I liked you?” He asked, putting his head in his hands trying to remember anything. “Yeah. Remember what I told you?” Skittery asked biting his lip and he watched as Bumlets shook his head in response. “I said that I like you too.” He responded quietly, hoping Bumlets would hear him and he wouldn’t have to repeat it again. “Oh.” Bumlets whispered in shock as his head began to pound and he grabbed it as he tried to think. “Here. I got you some aspirin and water.” Skittery explained receiving a small thank you from Bumlets as he walked over grabbing the pills and water that had been on his nightstand. “I also made you some breakfast if you’re hungry. It’s on the stove.” He continued before they both walked out of the bedroom.

“Do you really like me? Or was that just you drunk talking?” Skittery asked as they both ate in what had been an awkward silence. “I do. I have ever since high school.” Bumlets confirmed, blushing in embarrassment. “Well I’m glad you finally told me, even if you were drunk while you did it.” Skittery smiled softly looking down at his plate. “So… do you want to go out sometime?” Bumlets asked him his voice full of hope as he looked at his long time crush sitting across from him. “Yeah, yeah I’d really like that.” Skittery nodded as they both smiled at each other like love struck idiots.

“I better get going. I stayed to make sure you were okay.” Skittery explained as he finished helping Bumlets with the dirty dishes both of them made. “Thanks for that. I really appreciate it.” Bumlets said as he walked Skittery to the front door. “Do you need a ride?” He asked as Skittery turned to face him. “No, I’ll be fine.” He smiled stopping him self before he left. “Oh and Bum.” He said making Bumlets hum in response as he stared at the boy in front of him. Skittery grabbed Bumlets by the shirt before pulling him in for the most passionate kiss either of them had ever experienced. “That’s for last night.” Skittery said as he pulled away making Bumlets stand there in shock as he watched Skittery walk away with the biggest smirk on his face.

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goodolreliable-crows · 4 years ago

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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.

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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.

#this took me three weeks to write for some reason #im so used to writing tiny drabbles #newsies #newsies 1992 #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic #92sies fanfic #bumlets #swifty the rake #swifty the rake newsies #skittery #skittery newsies #bumlets x swifty x skittery #bumswiftery #bumskifty?#please i need more content for them #92sies #NEWSIES WRITING

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shewritessometimes · 6 years ago

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Read me!

Uhhhh I don’t think anyone misses me so like I might just let this account wither away and die or something cause I feel like no one even would read stuff but rip

#newsies 1992 #davey jacobs #king of new york #jack kelly #skittery #once and for all #the world will know #spot conlon #carrying the banner #bumlets #newsies shitpost #newsies x reader #newsies headcanons #newsies oneshot

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gxrcias-gothgf · 5 years ago

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Ms. Artist (Spot Conlon X Reader)

Author's Note: This is the requested Spot x fiesty reader. I based it off of the 92 movie so hope you enjoy! Also I'm going to start doing a tag list so let me know if you want to be on it.

Warnings: violence

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“It’s a trap! Jack! It’s a trap!” You heard Race yell as you stormed the distribution center. You snapped your head in the direction you heard your friend yelling from. There seemed to be dozens of police men or men with weapons surrounding you and your fellow newsies.

You heard Skittery, who was beside you, mutter profanities. Bumlets, who was on the other side of you, just sighed and quickly tried to help the younger boys get to a safer area. You were quick to get your hands dirty.

Fists and weapons were flying everywhere as you tried to fend off the men attacking you and the others around you. If you saw one of your friends struggling, you were quick to throw a punch or kick to whoever was near them.

“It’s Brooklyn!” Mush’s voice rang through the air as you punched one of the bulls who had a hold of you. You looked at the fire escapes and smiled, sighing in relief. The Manhattan newsies were no longer alone in this fight. You let yourself take a few moments to rejoice to yourself. That was because you didn’t see Oscar Delancey behind you. The boy grabbed a hold of your shirt from the back and harshly tugged you closer to him.

“You’re not going anywhere kid,” Oscar said as he released his hold on your shirt while simultaneously sending his fist to your face. You felt your lips begin to ache. At the same time your adrenaline started to increase. He managed to get a few more good hits on you before you were able to return the favor.

You threw a rough punch back at Oscar causing his footing to falter before someone behind him pulled him in their direction. A sigh of relief escaped your lips and you rubbed your jaw. You took this opportunity to turn away and go back to helping out some of the other newsies. When Skittery got punched and fell backwards, you helped catch him.

“You okay Skit?” You asked before he winked at you. The group of you holding him, pushed him back up and he knocked out the man who had punched him.

The now large group of newsies overpowered the bulls and you were all left to rejoice in your small victory. You hugged the boys around you as everyone was yelling and celebrating. You turned to the person next to you and saw Spot standing there.

“Delancey got you good huh?” He asked as he grabbed your face in his hand. You shoved his hand away and gave him a glare.

“Don’t touch me,” you said wiping the blood away from your bottom lip. He gave you a quizzical look than you gave an eye roll to in return. You tried to walk around him but he stopped you by grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back.

“Look I’m just trying to make sure you’re not too messed up,” Spot said in a frustrated tone.

You scoffed in response before replying with, “I’ve been through worse.” It wasn't that you hated Spot. Quite the opposite actually. You just didn't like people acting like you needed to be taken care of when you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.

“I’m sure you have. Doesn’t mean I shouldn’t check up on you,” Spot rolled his eyes. You mockingly rolled your eyes back. Before either of you could continue arguing, Denton ushered you into frame for a picture.

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The next day you along with the rest of the Manhattan newsies and a few Brooklyn newsies sat in Tibby’s. You were sitting next to Kid Blink with Jack talking to you and the other few people at your table. You had made Les sit front of you so you could make a sketch of him. You had a collection of sketches you had done of every Manhattan newsie minus yourself. You now just needed to add Les and Davey to that collection. At the moment you just wanted to do a small rough draft so you could focus better on the final product. You had finished adding the last few details to the sketch when Denton had walked into the restaurant.

“Good afternoon Denton,” you smiled softly, careful to not move your bottom lip too much. The cut you had received from Oscar was still scabbing over.

“Afternoon Y/N,” Denton smiled back and handed you the newspaper that had been tucked under his arm. You looked down at it and gasped in shock. There on the front page was the picture Denton had taken the day before. In said picture you stood between Spot and Kid Blink, busted lip and all. You stood up from your seat and took a few steps to show Jack the paper.

“That’s us,” you muttered as the boys started to surround you. You felt one of the boys leaning on your shoulder looking at the paper as well. Normally you would have shoved whoever it was away and say you aren’t an arm rest but you were too focused on the picture on the front page of the New York Sun. Whoever was leaning on you had gotten up after a moment and moved away from you.

As the boys started going off on Skittery for being “glum and dumb” you went back to your sketch on the table. Only problem was you couldn’t find it. You looked to Kid Blink who was still in his seat and he pointed behind you. Spot stood there examining your art. He nodded his head and looked at you before handing it back. “You’re really good.”

“Take it easy. It’s a rough draft,” you said as you folded it up and put it in your pocket.

“I’m just trying to admire your art Ms. Artist,” the boy shrugged with a half smile. You gave a small smile in return as the boys started becoming rowdy once again. They soon pulled you into it when Race threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you over.

“Ain’t she pretty? She’s the king of New York,” Race smiled at you. Spot nodded at you as Race spoke making you slightly flush pink. It was quickly forgotten as the boys went back to arguing over the newspaper.

Throughout the rest of the time spent at Tibby’s you and Spot got to talking and just having a good time. After a large amount of convincing, you had agreed to sit with Spot, Jack, and Davey during the upcoming rally that you newsies were holding.

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The boys had just finished speaking at the rally and now Ms. Medda was performing for you all. You smiled as you sat, watching her perform. Spot had subtly put his arm around your shoulder as you were distracted by Medda’s singing. You noticed after a few moments and leaned into his side. He smiled at you and kissed your cheek gently before returning his gaze to the stage.

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I'm ending it there on happy note. Hope you enjoyed it!

#newsies #92sies #newsies imagines #newsies x reader #spot conlon #spot conlon x reader #spot x reader #spot conlon imagine

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sk1ttery · 2 years ago

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It’s currently 3:49AM and all I can think about is Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty. Blorbos. My skrunklies. I mean LOOKIT EM

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emmedoesntdomath · 2 years ago

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ANOTHER QUESTION I WAS TOO DUMB TO ASK:

WHAT ARE ALL YOUR NEWSIE SHIPS/SEXUALITY HCS/GENDER HCS?!?!

I spent like, a long time thinking about how I was going to do this one, because this will be a ridiculous list. here goes nothing

(also, most of these don’t exactly match what I put in the headcanons. I might go back and change them later)

Francis “Jack Kelly” Sullivan (bisexual, he/they)/David “Davey” Jacobs (gay, he/him) <- I once saw a video compilation of bye bye bye by nsync with jack, and it’s lived rent free in my mind ever since. also, jeremy and michael’s jacks specifically give me he/they vibes

Antonio “Racetrack” Higgins (panromantic, demisexual, he/him)/ Sean “Spot” Conlon (queer, he/him, she/they) <- I feel like spot changes depending on the version, which is definitely not how other people do it, but that’s okay. second set of pronouns are for uksies spot.

Albert DaSilva (demiromantic, gay, he/it)/ Finch Cortez (he/they)<- don’t come @ me, ralbert shippers, please. I support and love that ship, but doing this way felt more practical.

Michael “Bumlets” Herrera (bisexual, he/him)/ Jonathan “Skittery” Farrell (gay, he/him) <- hi these are my official headcanon names for them and no I’m not willing to change my mind thanks

Nick “Mush” Meyers (panromantic, they/he)/ Louis “Kid Blink” Ballatt (bisexual, he/him) <- honestly, they’re as canon as javey.

Sarah Jacobs (lesbian, she/her)/ Katherine “Plumber” Pulitzer (bisexual, she/they) <- your honor, I love them.

“Jojo” De La Guerra (gay, grayromantic, they/them)/ Benjamin “Button” Davenport (gay, he/they/it, ftm) <- I actually refuse to type of jojo’s full name. sorry.

Snitch (gay, he/him)/ Lorenzo “Itey” (queer, they/it) <- *laughs evilly* you should ask me how I feel about the name itey.

Henry (gay, asexual, he/him, ftm)/ Elmer (alloromantic, he/him) <- elmer is just made of love, and you can fight me on that.

Dutchy (✨confused✨, he/they/she)/ Snoddy (queer, they/them) <- it feels very on brand to have dutchy being confused.

William “Bill” Randolph Hearst, Jr. (bisexual, he/him)/ Darcy (gay, he/him) <- who exactly is darcy, anyway, historically??

Bart (biromantic, polyromantic, he/him)/ Myron (gay, he/him) <- LOUD AND CLEAR BROOKLYNS HEREEEEEEE

Hotshot (pansexual, he/him)/ Sniper (queer, they/them) <- that one’s for you @sparkedblaze <3 <3

Charlie “Crutchie” Morris (grayromantic, asexual, he/him) <- crutchie, my love

Leshem “Les” Jacobs (straight, he/him) <- ✨ally✨

Medda Larkin (aromantic, asexual, she/her) <- I love this woman so much, I swear to god

Morris Delancey (queer, asexual, he/they) <- I won’t say I’m a delancey apologist, but I want to give morris a hug.

Oscar Delancey (bisexual, in denial, he/him) <- yes, you read that right. no, I will not take it off.

Romeo (aromantic, he/him) <- pov: I’m dying on this hill

Specs (queer, they/it) <- specssssssssss

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emmedoesntdomath · 1 year ago

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Hi yes it's me again, sorry for bothering you but can I get your head cannons on Tumbler bc some people say he's Skitterys brother (either blood or just took him under his wing)

HI YES I’M LATE TO THE PARTY BY A SOLID MONTH

DOIN’ GREAT, Y’ALL

(am I doing this one specifically because I saw a post that reminded me I had to do it? shhhh)

okay, so- tumbler, not to be mistaken with tumblr, is the tiny child who we can see hugging/shaking hands with skittery at the end of 92sies (he does other stuff, but I don’t remember what off the top of my head).

now, here’s the thing. you’re right, some people do headcanon him as skittery’s little brother. and others (specifically @sparkedblaze) headcanon him to be itey’s little brother, named giovanni.

and, if you don’t know already, you are talking to the person who’s motto in life is ‘not indecisive, just indifferent’. in other words, I’m bad at picking one thing over another, and you won’t catch me doing it ever. so! I have come to a decision! skittery and itey are now both his brothers!

not biologically. we stan found family in this household.

but imagine skittery deciding, nope, this child is mine now, he is the only one I like, he is the best, I’m stealing him. and then he finds out itey already claimed him as his younger brother and it’s just war. like, mICHAEL (bumlets <333) WE’RE ADOPTING A CHILD. NO, IT’S NOT ITEY’S CHILD, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. and nO DUTCHY LEMME AT HIM HE IS STEALING MY BROTHERRRRR.

no, they cannot share, and how dare you ask them to.

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #manhattan newsies #skittery #skittery newsies #skittery x bumlets #itey newsies #itey #dutchy #dutchy newsies #tumbler #tumbler newsies #newsies 1992 #emme’s bad ideas

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emmedoesntdomath · 2 years ago

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What do you think Bumlets and Skittery would do for going on a ✨date✨

HI OKAY I’M SORRY THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’VE TRIED TO MAKE THIS POST SO

okokok- I’m going to assume that we’re talking about a date in a more modern setting, because I don’t know how extravagant their dates could be in 1899, when it was quite literally illegal to be gay.

first thing you should know; bumlets is not allowed to plan the dates. he’s not allowed to pick the place, the activity, time, any of it. skittery says it’s because he likes planning them, likes surprising him with the dates, but it’s really because the one time he was allowed to, he took them to a club and they ended up in jail (something about arson and aggravated assault- but who has a clean rap sheet anyways?)

it’s not like skittery’s bad at planning their dates. he’s actually really good at it. he remembers the little things (again, he pretends he doesn’t care. he is shockingly bad at not caring), adds subtle details no one else would immediately notice, and michael’s heart always MELTS.

also, i refuse to apologize for continually calling bumlets the name I decided was his. sorry not sorry. (and hey, at least I’m still saying skittery. even if it is for my own hc reasons. still.)

they’re both pretty low-key people, so their dates are normally reasonably chill (besides the jail thing, but they don’t talk about that). bowling, picnics, movie nights.

once, skittery decided they were going to the library for a study date. he didn’t actually have to study (he decided to not go to college, and apprenticed a mechanic in a garage instead), but bumlets had an important calculus exam. and here’s the thing. english isn’t his first language, right? his parents were both immigrants (this is more or less canon for most newsies, and I’m carrying it to the modern setting), and neither of them got the chance at a higher education. that’s a lot of pressure.

you might be thinking, but emme, it’s math. what does his language matter?

everything. it’s really hard to learn concepts in your native tongue, let alone your second language. you’re applying things to ideas with words that you didn’t even know existed. how easy is that to understand? how could that ever be easy to understand? it’s not like it gets easier over time, either, when new things are constantly being shoved in your face.

also, math is hard. (@sparkedblaze)

and skittery knows this. he might not understand, per se, but he knows that his boyfriend’s struggling a bit, and stressed, and if he’s stressed, then what’s skittery supposed to do? not be stressed??

(life feels very wrong to him when michael herrera is stressed and annoyed. and by wrong, I mean skittery’s a little terrified.)

so skittery does what any good boyfriend would do. he brings bumlets to the library, brings his favorite snacks. then, he pulls out definitions. he had race explain most of the harder concepts to him in the easiest possible terms, and then he hand-wrote them out again. in spanish. using specifically the terms and phrases he knew bumlets would understand the best. they’re far from perfect, with countless spelling and grammar errors, but bumlets is just sitting there, mouth open, in utter shock, because these things clearly took HOURS. and skittery’s sitting across from him, eyes firmly glued to his book, knee bouncing, muttering about how he knew he was stressed.

it wasn’t an expensive gift, or a dinner at a fancy restaurant. but it was thought-out, and a lot of effort. he could have just printed out definitions and notes in spanish and handed them to bumlets, but he didn’t (partially because he didn’t think of that until he was halfway done, but michael doesn’t need to know that bit). instead, he spent hours writing on notecards with his neatest handwriting.

tis the little things, y’all.

#no stop #he’s so sweet #newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #skittery #skittery newsies #skittery x bumlets #bumlets #bumlets newsies #gay #racetrack higgins #why can’t i have nice things #specifically this nice thing #spanish #second language #emme’s bad ideas

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emmedoesntdomath · 2 years ago

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Bumlets and Skittery but in each season, like what would they do during fall, spring, winter, and summer (either modern or cannon)

I have so many thoughts, but we’re going to try and put them in order. that being said- it’s june, so we’re going to go out of order and start with summer.

fun fact about new york: when it’s hot, it’s hot. the sun’s up, there’s minimal shade, the sidewalk’s hot, everything is awful. another fun fact, but about skittery this time: my man burns like nobody’s business. he becomes a tomato. his boyfriend is less prone to similarities of a specific red fruit, but he’s also one of those people who seems to not need sunscreen (which- no. just no. I don’t care how much melanin you possess or where you can trace your family to. skin cancer. SKIN CANCER. put on the damn sunscreen.) so picture skittery, who practically bathes in sunscreen, chasing bumlets around with a godDAMMIT YOU BRAT PUT THE FUCKING SUNSCREEN ON and bumlets literally sprinting away shouting NOOOOO and hissing like a cat.

fall is skittery’s favorite time of year. it’s not too hot, not devastatingly cold. he makes sure to do ALL of the activities. pumpkin patches, apple orchards, halloween. not because he particularly likes the activities, but because it’s the only season he likes, dammit, and he’s going to force himself to enjoy it. bumlets thinks he’s an idiot, but they go on a lot of picnics, so he keeps his insults to a minimum.

(“why are we getting a pumpkin???”

“because.”

“but why?”

“because it’s fall, michael. that’s why.”)

winter is hell on earth for them. skittery always, ALWAYS manages to get some sort of cold by march, and he sounds awful even when he doesn’t have one. bumlets is of the opinion that the cold is stupid, and “IF GOD WANTED ME TO BE COLD, THEN HE WOULD’VE PUT MY ANCESTORS IN. THE. FUCKING. COLD.” (-words said by at least three of my own latino friends). they mostly just stay inside and eat an obscene amount of desserts.

spring is okay. bumlets had sniper teach him how to make flower crowns, so he makes at least one every year for skittery to wear (who, in return, pretends that he’s not going to wear it and then wears it for the rest of the day). skittery hates the slushiness of the half-melted snow that always seems to be on the streets, but he likes being able to walk around in a sweatshirt and not worry about freezing to death.

(bumlets’ favorite time of year is summer, by the way. it’s just sometimes overshadowed by his protective boyfriend bearing gifts of lotion and spray bottles.)

#i love them #newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #bumlets newsies #bumlets #dominic lucero #skittery x bumlets #skittery #skittery newsies #gay #summer #and during pride month too #winter #fall #spring

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emmedoesntdomath · 2 years ago

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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

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