#medda is their mom

[i-politely-disagree]

Not The Ones They Love

Modern AU

TW: Swearing? Jack hating spot ig

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jack groaned, using the monotonous voice he reserved for scenarios when he knew it would be best not to express emotions “Really, Race? This guy?”

Race glared, tightening his arm around Spot’s shoulders.

 “Yeah. Got a problem?” he challenged.

Kicking one of Race's stray clothes to clear a path, Jack laughed wryly and motioned to Spot. 

“Um.. I do…it’s Spot Conlon.” He was trying to keep his cool. To breathe. He knew how easily Race was influenced. He knew how easily Spot could influence. And he knew damn well Race knew who he was dealing with. So why? Why the guy who got suspensions basically weekly, the guy who every idiot in school looked up to simply cause he could land a punch and kick a ball? 

Spot took the staring match between the siblings as his chance to leave. He pulled on his jacket and maneuvered his way out, extra careful not to disturb anything. As soon as the door shut, Race spoke up.

“Why do you give a shit who I’m dating?” he began to raise his voice. "This is the happiest I have been in years. You are not messing this up for me” 

“I give a shit because it’s him!” 

Race’s blood boiled; Jack knew nothing. Nothing about Spot's past, the persona he felt he had to put on, and how he treated people he was close to. Feeling Jack's hand rest softly on his shoulder didn't help. Jack was not on his side.

“Look,” Jack spoke, taking a more gentle approach, “I just don't want you getting hurt.” 

Something snapped inside Race. “Hurt?! You think he would hurt me?!” He yelled in disbelief and anger, thankful for his mother's current absence 

“I didn't sa-” 

“Forget it, Jack! I don't need your approval, I can make my own decisions!” tears of anger and frustration threatened his voice with a crack. He may not have said it, but Race knew he meant it.

Jack backed away, hurt by Race's sudden outburst “... I'm just trying to look out for you..”

He looked more worried as he took step after step closer to the exit

“Hurt people hurt people.” He stated like a mother comforting a 3-year-old. 

He wasn’t trying to be condescending; he was trying to gently back up his disapproval, but all Race's ears picked up on was the tone he could only perceive as Jack pitying him. He avoided eye contact, using his peripheral vision to see his brother closing the door. 

Tears spilled down Race's cheeks, falling off his chin, salty liquid staining the hem of his shirt. He brought his legs to his chest, hugging them tightly against him as if the weight of his body was too much for his mind to hold along with the weight of his emotions. Jack’s judgment fell around him, tiny particles accumulating until he couldn’t move, coating the waterlines of his eyes with dust, and falling into his lungs until he was gasping for clean air. 

He was forever grateful for Jack and how much trouble Jack had gotten him out of, but this was going a bit far. Race’s taste wasn’t that bad. Plus, he wasn’t allowed objections when Jack brought Davey over and he hated feeling somehow inferior because of how much control Jack thought he could have over him.

Race wrapped himself in crumpled sheets, his tears spilling and discolouring patches of his mattress. Tears of frustration, anger, lack of validation and vague fear he resented himself for even thinking of. He knew in his heart Spot loved him, even if they hadn’t used that word yet and he knew he had to trust him, trust in himself and trust Jack had no idea what he was talking about.

Hurt people hurt people, but not the ones they love….right? That‘s how it works, isn’t it? You work through the pain together, ignore how you can't fathom anything long-term with them and you stick it out until Jack has a reason to say ‘I told you so’. Feeling his phone buzz under his fingers and wishing his boyfriend had stayed, Race ignored the outside world. All he did was sit with the emotions until they became familiar so he knew exactly what he was bottling up again.

[theres-rue-for-you]

cinema died a little bit when they stopped casting queen latifah in movie musicals

[pealeii]

Happy Mother’s Day to Medda Larkin ❤️

[lilshocker8]

Blaze how dare ;;

cw more abuse and bad times <3

modern au - hey hey, what if. oscar and morris’ pa coming to one of their fights.

he usually likes to forget they exist, and they do the same, but he can’t help but see them crop up more and more over the years - they’re public figures, rising in notoriety. he sees the occasional article, sees them on magazine covers and ads, sees their fights advertised in the betting shops he frequents. sees that they always win. and then he sees a poster that they’re fighting in soho, where he still lives. and usually he’d never seek them out, doesn’t care nearly enough, but it’s just too tempting.

he walks in late and he’s just a single face amongst the crowd, but morris catches sight of him in his peripheral - instinct, like a prey animal - while he’s circling his opponent in the ring. he’s instantly so distracted he takes a brutal hit from his opponent and is levelled to the ground, and it’s almost like his papa hitting him all over again.

(oscar can’t see their pa from where he’s stood. he has no idea what’s wrong.)

OHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO

So, something I haven't told y'all about the modern au

The Delancey's pa does actually find them one day.

Also mystery anon asking for Medda angst, tell me something

Are you sure you want that?

*

Walter smirked down at him as Morris fell to the ground, watching Oscar try and scramble into the ring when he doesn't get up. Weak. Pathetic. Just like he'd always known. He sat down in his seat, watching the events unfold.

The round stopped when Morris doesn't get back up. A timeout until they can use the smelling salts to wake him. He watched Oscar run to Morris, leaning over to whisper to him. He could almost hear the whimpering voice from a lifetime ago.

Cowardly boy.

He smirked again as Oscar's eyes searched the crowd, their eyes locking. He could feel the glare received as he tipped his hat at his older son.

Oscar moved to speak to the referee, and the man in the ring listened and nodded as he spoke.

Walter stood. Oscar's fight wasn't for another hour or so. He'd go speak with them between fights, and he knew Morris would never continue. Boy couldn't ever look past his fears.

He started down the steps as the referee announced that Morris was forfeiting the fight. What a surprise that was.

He made his way out the back door, seeing no security on the way. He supposed they were around the perimeter more than back here.

It didn't matter. They'd let him pass anyhow, wouldn't they? He was their father, for Christ's sake.

He found their changing room and pushed open the door, hearing a dog bark before even entering fully.

Not that he ever got the chance to.

A weight slammed against the door, and Oscar's glaring eye found him through the crack in the door.

"You ain't welcome in here. You ain't comin' in. We already got security comin' for ya," he sneered, pushing harder, trying to close the door in Walter's face.

"I'm welcome anywhere I please, boy, don't you- Morris, you cut that wailin' out or I swear!" Walter's gaze shifted behind Oscar, toward the open bathroom door.

He could hear the snap of Morris's teeth as his mouth closed, that old satisfaction creeping back into his bones.

Oscar was unmoving against the door, though the rage in his eyes built with each passing moment.

"Why you look so mad, boy? I made you into this. I built you up from nothin'! Hell you still is nothin'!" Walter cackled. "Bet you can't afford all them fancy clothes you flauntin' round in."

"It ain't none of your business, Pa," Oscar growled out, still unrelenting.

"I seen them posts. How mad you got at that boy. You ain't told nobody," it wasn't a question, Walter knew they hadn't. "You know silence don't come free, boy."

He watched his son's sneer grow, and finally the door budged.

Walter stepped up, smirking. "Glad you come to yo-"

He sucked in a breath as Oscar's head slammed into his.

"Don't you ever come here threatenin' us. We ain't no scrawny little boys no more, pa," Oscar stood between Walter and the bathroom.

"Wonder if both of you feel that way. Don't you, Morris?"

He heard another faint whimper from the bathroom.

"Leave him alone, pa. He ain't done nothin'."

"I've never agreed with you more, Oscar," Walter held a hand to his nose as he stepped back outside. "Sleep on it. Let me know by tomorrow."

"The answer is no," Oscar snapped.

"Then, I guess you ain't got nothin' to think about," Walter shrugged. "Like, perhaps the fact that it would ensure you never see me again."

He could see the boy working it over in his head.

"Ahhhh... There it is..." he sighed. "Like I said. Sleep on it."

Walter turned back to the hallway as a woman stormed down it.

Oscar groaned behind him as she rounded the corner, snapping out a short "What?"

The woman raised a brow at him. "Don't take that tone with me, Oscar Delancey. How is he?"

Walter raised a brow at him. "Delancey? That what you been tellin' folks?"

Medda turned toward Walter, eyebrows high. "Are you saying that isn't their name?"

He scoffed. " 'Course it ain't. They always been Williams."

"Oscar, who is this?"

"I'm their-"

"Excuse me, sir, I didn't ask you," her hand went up, and her eyes never left Oscar. She needed to know if he wanted her to do something about this man.

"Medda, this 's our pa."

"Your pa?" Walter didn't think her eyebrows could go any higher. "Mhm."

She turned to him, and Walter gave her a smile.

"Alright then, sir, let me speak to you. Just a second," she stepped closer to him. "I just want to get some things straight."

Her hand came down hard against his cheek, and Walter was bent over, clutching his cheek.

Oscar let out a tense laugh at the sight, caught halfway between fear and awe. He'd never ever seen Medda get violent before. Usually gentle and caring, and everything their pa never had been.

"Don't you ever come near my boys again! Do you understand me?" Her voice rose in a way that Oscar could never have dreamt. The way that made him cover his ears. "You have no right to even come close! And if you don't get to steppin' now, I'm callin' security and they gonna carry you right on out of here."

She stepped closer, glaring up at him. "So, Mister Williams, you gettin' outta here your way? Or mine?"

Oscar watched as pa glared up at him, but turned as Doggy barked, a warning that Morris was on the move.

He peeked around the doorway. "Mama?

" 'S that you?" His voice was quiet, but he took a few steps closer. Oscar tried to stop him as Morris ducked out of the door, Doggy right behind him.

"Wait, Mo-"

"Mama!" Morris cried as he dashed toward her, hugging her tight, still shrinking away from pa.

Walter's eyes went wide, and his face contorted with rage. "That ain't your ma! She ain't nothin'!"

Medda held just as tight as Morris, kissing his head and brushing her hand through his curls.

She wheeled around to give Walter another verbal beatdown, but she never got the chance.

Oscar had stormed over, and swung.

"She been more a ma then you ever was a pa!" He kept swinging, letting out years upon years of heartbreak and panic and fear.

Oscar was done being afraid.

He was done letting Morris be afraid.

It wasn't until a hand landed on his shoulder that he stopped. His hands were bloody and his knuckles ached-it'd been so long since he'd fought bare knuckled- but he felt so good.

"Oscar, dear... Go call security. They'll escort him out of here," she didn't say it, but Oscar knew what she was giving him time to do.

He had to get cleaned up before Morris saw him.

*

👏🏼YOU👏🏼NEVER👏🏼STOP👏🏼BEING👏🏼MEDDA’S👏🏼KID👏🏼

I love this and everything it turned into

[jackmkelly]

i wish people treated medda as if she was more than jacks mother figure. yes she is that and yes its beautiful that shes willing to be that for him & the fact that he has that support system & safety net is wonderful HOWEVER, shes also a black woman in 1899 who is successful enough to run her own theatre. shes also a woman who was willing to risk losing her theatre or getting blacklisted because she helped those kids and allowed them to hold a rally in her theatre. (in the book she literally mentions the papers have power over her too. if reviews don’t get published her career is at risk). shes an Incredible and mesmerizing performer who can fill seats nightly. shes probably saved a few of the boweries from ending up on the streets. she lets jack come in and get paid for doing art which he just Enjoys. clearly shes just willing to Help people who heed it. shes an incredibleeee character with an enormous heart and while she does love jack she is so so much more than “jacks mom” :’)))

[hexmari]

Okay so we all know and love Medda as Jack’s mom.

BUT THINK ABOUT DENTON AS SPOT’S DAD!

[crystaltreebee]

unpopular opinions

in newsies! That I have!

I don’t ship finch and buttons 👀(I don’t care if other do though since it’s all based on vibes anyways)

I don’t hate Livsies Jack and Katherine, though I prefer javid

I ship Belmer (saw someone call it butter)

Albert and Finch is one of my favorites:(

I don’t like the other newsies calling Davey their ‘mother’ he might be a ‘mom friend’ but the newsies familiar relationship is different from the nuclear family dynamic. Davey is just one of them, not their mother. 6. Medda is an aunt to the newsies and Jack, even if she’s the closest thing to a parent he’s ever had she’s still not exactly a parent figure.

I digress

[frogmanfae]

Okay so I've seen so so so so so so many fics where David hates physical touch (from everyone but Jack, of course) but hear me out

David Jacobs who wasn't exposed to a lot of physical touch as a kid. He hugged Les, but that was more Les hanging onto him like kids do. He and Sarah went through a phase where one of them decided it was weird and awkward to hug the other and they haven't been able to break the ice yet. His dad isn't in the physical capability to hug him without taking some time to go through a process. His mom hugs him as often as she can but sometimes they all just get swept up in things and it doesn't actually happen very often.

So it's just not something that he thinks about very much. It isn't something that's a part of his daily life. It isn't something that's incredibly important to him one way or the other. He's hesitant about people he doesn't know very well touching him so he thinks he might not like physical touch, but that's actually a normal experience.

And then one day one of his friends hugs him out of nowhere. Maybe he helped Race win a game of poker, he agreed to take a look at one of Buttons's siblings who was really sick to see what kind of medicine might help, he was ranting to Crutchie about something... maybe he had a bad day and swung by the theater to get some quiet and Medda saw how upset he was and just wordlessly opened her arms like she does.

From that moment on, Davey realized he was missing something in his life. He takes every opportunity he can get to hug his friends or his siblings, he bends down to hug his father from his place in his chair he can't get up from too many times in one day, he makes a point to not let business be an excuse to leave his apartment without hugging his mom first, he lays in Albert's lap and mindlessly fiddles with Finch's fingers. He loves physical touch and it's his main love language. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with just doing these things whenever, but it gets to a point where none of the other newsies really pay any mind to it. Even Spot Conlon just keeps on talking when Davey casually holds his hands sometimes.

David Jacobs hating physical touch is overrated, gimme this once in a while.

[theres-no-escaping-us-pal]

ABOUT THE NEWSIES PRODUCTION I SAW LAST NIGHT!!!

OMG IT WAS SOO GOOD! THE DANCING WAS AWESOME! THE SINGING WAS SO MUCH BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE!!!

MEDDA LOOKED AT ME DURING ‘THAT’S RICH’!!!

WE MADE EYE CONTACT AND I WAS LIP SYNCING AT HER!!

THE CAST WAS SO NICE OMG!!!

THEY WERE IN THE HALL AFTER THE PRODUCTION (as normal with high school productions)

AND ME AND MY FRIEND WERE THE ACTRESS FOR KATHRINE’S FAVORITE AUDIENCE MEMBERS!!!

WE WERE LIP SYNCHING EVERY SONG AND SHE LOVED IT!! SHE WAS SO NICE!!

THE MEDDA’S ACTRESS COMPLIMENTED MY OUTFIT!!! SHE WAS SO SWEET!!

THE DUDE WHO PLAYED JACK WAS REALLY COOL!! HE DID A GREAT JOB!! HE HAD THE EMOTION! HE HAD THE DEPTH!!

THE ACTOR FOR RACE HAS ACTUAL BROADWAY POTENTIAL!! HIS SINGING HIS DANCING HIS ACTING HIS EVERYTHING!! (I might have a small crush on him lol) HE WAS REALLY NICE TOO!!ABD HIS EYES WERE REALT BLUE!! WHICH IS A WEIRD THING TO NOTICE BUT I DID!!

OMG LES WAS SO GOOD!! THEY HAD A GIRL PLAYING HER AND THE SASS WAS REAL AND I WAS HERE FOR IT!!

ONCE AND FOR ALL HAD AMAZING HARMONIES!! IT WAS AWESOME!!

“HEREE THEYY COMEEEE!!” YES RACE!! KILL IT!!!!

IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO AMAZING!!!

I’M SO ASKING MY MOM IF I CAN GO BACK NEXT WEEK CAUSE TICKETS ARE ONLY LIKE TEN BUCKS FOR SECOND ROW!!!!

I CAN GIVE MORE DETAILS IF YIU GUYS HAVE ANY QUESTIONS!!!!

[spracemodernau]

spot, have you ever trusted race enough that you cried in front of him?

"He's basically the only one I cry in front of. I trust him a lot. I do remember crying in front of his mom once in high school but I think Medda makes everyone feel safe."

[sl-newsie]

Hat Thief (Jack Kelly x Medda's Daughter)

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests (if you aren’t ignore this, but if you are) could you please write a 92sies Jack Kelly x reader? Perhaps the reader is a year younger than him, she’s quite playful and steals his hat, practically forcing him to chase her. Very very fluffy and sweet! Tyy!!!♥️                 Gotcha!

Friendship is a wonderful thing. When two people’s relationship grows so deep, sometimes it feels as if they’re one and the same person. I met Jack Kelly 5 years ago, when mother and I first traveled to New York. My mother, Medda Larkson, became very busy with her theater and didn’t always have time to entertain me. Jack cured that. The minute he first snuck in backstage we’ve been thick as thieves ever since. He’s got his dream of leaving for Santa Fe, and I have my own dream of becoming an actress like my mother. But for now we’ve let our childhoods prosper with a strong friendship connected by fun memories.

“Hey there, Annie!”

Speak of the devil.

“Heya, Jackie.” I turn away from the costume I’m sewing and face the cowboy himself. He’s been growing more lately, especially since he can afford food better since the strike. “How’s the headline today?”

He leans back against the wall and twirls his cowboy hat in his hand. “Was ok, I guess. It was about the new horse at the track. Race luved it! How’s your day been?”

I shrug and gesture to my project. “Been woiking on this for the past two hours. Mom said I can take a break in ten minutes if you wanna do someth’n.”

Jack gets a devilish glint in his eye. After setting his hat down on the vanity, he slinks over to grab my hand and starts pulling me towards the back door.

“Whaddaya say we skip the wait and you can go on a break now? I hear there’s a few boids at the pond. People’re saying they’s flying south for winter, call’n ‘em swans.”

“Jack, I don’t wanna get anodda tell’n off from- Wait. Swans?” My jaw drops. “I’ve only read about them in books!”

“I thought that’d spark your interest!” Jack grins. “So let’s go!”

He drags me behind him while I try to pull the other way. “No, I can’t! I promised I’d have this dress done by supper.”

“Aw, c���mon.” Jack pouts and sticks his lip out. “Don’t leave me alone.”

I scoff and boop his nose with my finger. “You’ll survive for ten minutes.”

I sit back down and return to sewing the dress, while Jack keeps pacing the room.

“I could ask Medda to let you go early,” he suggests.

I stifle a laugh. “Won’t work. Mom’ll have you scrub’n the stage for say’n that. Just because you’re a year older does not mean you are smarter, Mister Kelly!”

The cowboy makes a mock look of surprise and dramatically clutches his heart. “I thought we were on a foist-name basis! I’m scarred!”

Then an idea flickers on in my head. Carefully, I inch closer to the vanity. “Well, we might not be able to go somewhere else to have fun-” I grip Jack’s hat behind me and hold it up to dangle it in the air. “But who says we can’t have fun here?”

Jack’s eyes widen when he sees the hat. “Now now, Annie. Give it back.”

I think for a second. “Nah. I think I’ll keep it!” And with that, I dash out the door and into the backstage corridor.

“Annabelle Larkson, give that back right now!” I hear Jack shout behind me.

“Come and get it, Jackie boy!”

I snake through the curtains and begin climbing the stairs to the catwalk. I’ve explored every inch-a this place since I was a kid, so I know every hidey-hole there is. There’s a tucked away cupboard near the back that’s poifect for right now. Once I’ve crammed myself in, I wait to see if Jack will continue with the chase. He’s not one to disappoint, because he comes panting up the stairs in a few seconds. 

“Alright, Annabelle. You got me! Come on out now.”

Why is this so fun? I struggle to silence my heavy breathing when I see him getting closer through the crack in the door. My heart’s beating faster and faster! But is it because of the thrill of the chase or something else? Jack walks past, and I swear he can hear my racing heart through the thin wooden door separating us. He passes, and seems to have missed me entirely-

“Gotcha!”

The cupboard door swings open and two strong arms grip my dress to pull me out. My reaction is a goilash squeal that rings throughout the empty theater as I struggle to break free.

“Oh no, you ain’t get’n away that easily!” Jack grumbles as he backs me into a wall and starts tickling me.

“No- No! Not fair! No tickling!” I titter.

After a while I stop fighting and Jack ends his tickle revenge, trying to keep a serious face but it keeps slipping into a smile.

“You give in?”

I roll my eyes and turn to face him while he’s still gripping my arms. “You know I ain’t do’n that, Jack.”

His brow furrows and he nods, seeming to think something over. “Alright, let’s make a deal.”

“I’m listening.”

He releases my arms and points to his hat I’m holding. “You give back my hat, but can keep my heart.”

His what? I frown. “Your heart? What’re you-? Oh!”

Jack leans in and presses a soft kiss to my forehead, causing me to strain against the wall in surprise. My hands press against the brick, unsure what to do. I’m speechless.

"You stole my heart too, Annie." When he pulls away and sees my shocked face, Jack starts panicking. “Did I mess up? Are you mad?”

I slowly come to my senses and shake my head. “No, no! You- you read me just fine, Jack. I’s just surprised it took you this long.”

He mirrors my surprise and playfully swats my shoulder. “You luv me too? You mean all this time I could’ve been kiss’n you? I thought you just thought of us as friends!”

I smirk. “So what’s stopping you now?”

He grins and leans in closer. “Not a thing, Annie.”

Friendship is a wonderful thing. When two people’s relationship grows so deep, sometimes it feels as if they’re one and the same person. And that’s exactly how it feels when Jack closes the gap to mesh our lips togedda. A million emotions race through me, and all in all I could never think of any odda guy I’d want to kiss me. It feels right. 

“Just curious,” Jack mumbles through the kiss. “Your mom ain’t gonna kill me for this, right?”

“Hm. No. Then she’d have to hear me complain the rest-a my life. By the way, this is yours.” I flop the cowboy hat on Jack’s head.

He chuckles. “I dunno. I think it looks bedda on you.” Jack brushes his nose against mine and wraps an arm around my waist. 

“Aw, I’m flattered. But what kinda cowboy would you be without your hat, hm?”

@amoreenaflower

Hope this is the fluff you were looking for! ;) 

[i-politely-disagree]

Y'all I'm trying to write something but uh....I'm not sure how i feel so ima just put a bit on here

(modern au)

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Jack groaned, using the monotonous voice he reserved for scenarios when he knew it would be best not to express emotions “Really, Race? This guy?”

Race glared, tightening his arm around Spot’s shoulders.

 “Yeah. Got a problem?” he challenged.

Kicking one of Race's stray clothes to clear a path, Jack laughed wryly and motioned to Spot. 

“Um..I do…it’s Spot Conlon.” He was trying to keep his cool. To breathe. He knew how easily Race was influenced, He knew how easily Spot could influence. And he knew damn well Race knew who he was dealing with. So why? Why the guy who got suspensions basically weekly, the guy who every idiot in school looked up to simply cause he could land a punch and kick a ball? 

Spot took the staring match between the siblings as his chance to leave, he pulled on his jacket and maneuvered his way out, extra careful not to disturb anything. As soon as the door shut Race spoke up

“Why do you give a shit who I’m dating?” he began to raise his voice “This is the happiest I have been in years. You are not messing this up for me” 

“I give a shit because it’s him!” 

Race’s blood boiled; Jack knew nothing. Nothing about Spot's past, the persona he felt he had to put on, and how he treated people he was close to. Feeling Jack's hand rest softly on his shoulder didn't help. Jack was not on his side.

“Look,” Jack spoke, taking a more gentle approach “I just don't want you getting hurt.”

!!THIS IS NOT COMPLETE!!

[artemis-lynn]

hear me out.

DISCLAIMER: this is for 92sies since the livesies Jack & Medea can't be blood for obvious reasons (NOT RACIST)

Jack Kelly is biologically Medda's son.

-He crashes at her place sometimes to escape Snyder and everyone

-Although it pains her, Medda lets her son live as a newsie because she knows he'd only feel restrained if she tried to force him to live the 'normal' lifestyle

-He wants to go to Santa Fe because he believes that's where dreams are made of and he's just not satisfied with NYC.

-He would bring Medda, but he knows she's too attached to her theatre to leave

-No one, save for a few VERY close friends, know that Medda is literally his mom. She had a secret romance with his dad that needs to be hidden so he can't tell many people

[sunsetseason8910]

I wanna start a new series following Spot and Jack as brothers on ao3 but I've got a few too many ideas so yall pick one goddammit

[i-got-poisenality]

i'd love to hear some assorted Crutchie headcanons if you have them, I am collecting them like shiny rocks :)

thank you for the ask!! and now i shall go feral beast mode because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE CRUTCHIE, HES MY DREAM ROLE AND I PICKED MY NAME BASED OFF OF HIS IN THE JR VERSION!!! and this is mostly for livesies bc he’s more of a major character there

Crutchie is transmasc, asexual, and homoromantic

bridging off of the trans thing, he wears a lot of layers to hide the fact that he is not cis (totally not projecting on that one hahaaaaa)

this man is NOT neurotypical

also he really likes animal crackers

also he’s super casual about any health issues and does not like getting babied(as in he absolutely hates it and steams with rage when people baby him)

his favorite color is 💛yellow💛

this one is really specific but he has freckles on the bridge of his nose

he has called Miss Medda mom on multiple occasions, he eventually just started calling her “Mama Medda” (and Miss Medda’s heart completely melted)

he also always gets Mama Medda flowers for mother’s day, they may or may not be taken from central park

he gives the absolute best hugs and is the best at comforting people

he is the definition of the terms “walk softly but carry a big stick” and “do no harm, take no shit” as he doesn’t like causing problems or starting fights, but he has nearly broken people’s knees by wailing on them with his crutch to defend others

yeah, he’s a lover, not a fighter, but that doesn’t mean he won’t fight if he has to

animals love him and he loves animals, he is physically incapable of walking past a dog(or cat, or horse, or bug, or spider) on the street without petting it

branching off of this, he has brought SO MANY LITTLE CRITTERS BACK TO THE LODGING HOUSE (one time he brought a spider and that was the exact day Jack decided he was sleeping outside full time because the spider escaped and they never found it)

in the summertime, he likes sitting outside in the rain(if it’s light enough, that is) because he finds it really refreshing (it scares the heck out of everyone who cares about him because they’re worried he’ll get sick (this drives him a little bit crazy))

he loves hugs, like, adores them. giving, receiving, just seeing people happy when they get hugs, the warm and fuzzy feeling of them

Davey taught him about flower language(i hc that Davey likes flower language) and now he loves leaving little flowers with hidden meanings around for his friends

he just generally likes getting little gifts for his friends (even if some of them are just small fragments of metal he found on the ground or neat rocks)

very sentimental boy <3

he’s kinda bad at math so Elmer has to help him with it sometimes

still has some ptsd from The Refuge and this tends to mostly show up in nightmares, getting really scared/upset when people yell(especially if it’s at him and ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY if it’s an older man bc that reminds him of Snyder), having panic attacks when passing by the building that used to be The Refuge, and windows with bars over them(that last one is more specifically for 92’sies bc of how The Refuge was)

on a lighter note, he loves his friends/found family/just about everyone more than most people even thought was possible

and if he ever got the chance to ride one, he’d absolutely adore ferris wheels

i know the crutchtrack shippers are few and far between BUT I AM ONE OF THEM SO HERES THE CRUTCHIE SIDE OF THAT

he was the most adorably awkward, painfully obvious, and painfully oblivious goober

it took MONTHS for both Race and Crutchie to actually realize the other was into them

Crutchie ended up actually confessing through a letter that he shoved in Races hands before skedaddling as fast as possible

once they do get together, they’re both absolute cuddle monsters

Crutchie still gets SO UNBELIEVABLY FLUSTERED every time Race flirts with him

that’s it for now, I WILL ABSOLUTELY TALK MORE ABOUT CRUTCHTRACK IF YOUSE WANT, but yes thank you so much for letting me rant about my favorite boy and sorry that this got sorta long <3

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Racetrack Headcanons

He and Albert are 100% best friends (sorry, don't ship Ralbert) and share a single braincell

Stoner. 100%

Medda is his mom too, can't tell me otherwise.

He and Jack have the sweetest sibling relationship known to man and even though they are not blood related, they are truely each-other's chosen family

He is obsessed with Spot. And it is a mutual thing. They are the totally and unequivocally in love with one another. The only reason he didn't go to Brooklyn when Jack was asking the newsies as a whole is because he didn't wanna out their relationship before Spot was ready

If he likes you, he will infodump. It could be about anything but he will do it.

He bites. He will bite you. If he likes you that is. The thought process being, person sweet, sweet = yum, bite if sweet, bite person

Albert and Race cause constant chaos and no one can tell me otherwise

Worries that those in his life (especially Spot, Medda and Jack) aren't proud of him and find him a burden when really he's not

Totally addicted to caffeine and nicotine. Coffee and cigars/cigarettes (or vapes if it was this century) are life