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witchbinchstories · 2 years

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For Sure?

Pairing: Crutchie x Jack Kelly (Newsies)

Summary: Crutchie returns from the Refuge and Jack has many feelings about the return.

Words: ~700 (it’s very short oops)

Contains: Light angst I guess?, fluff, my attempt at writing New York accents without going overboard

A/N: This is basically just a rewrite of the final scene in Newsies Live where Crutchie comes back from the Refuge to be both a romance between Crutchie and Jack, but also just a better acknowledgement of Crutchie returning because in the show it’s lowkey just like “Crutchie’s back!!! Ok Jack isn’t gonna say anything about his guilt of Crutchie ending up in the Refuge, let’s move on” so yeah.

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“Hey, Jack! Look who’s here!”

Jack turns around, away from his excited conversation with Davey, Les, and Katherine, and his eyes land on the only person who’s been on his mind for the past few days as the strike has come to an end: Crutchie. A bruised, dirty, and messy-haired Crutchie whose face lights up when he returns Jack’s gaze.

“Crutchie…” the name escapes Jack’s lips like a whisper as he approaches his friend. He almost can’t believe he’s here, that this is real. When he tried to see Crutchie in the Refuge, it seemed like he would never be able to escape, yet here he was.

“Jack,” Crutchie responds, a soft lopsided smile gracing his lips as he looks up at Jack. He opens his mouth to say more, but before he can say anything, he’s lifted off the ground and squished tightly in a hug.

“‘M sorry. I’m so sorry, Crutchie, I tried to come an’ see you, I did, but there were too many guards and I couldn’t make it. I’m sorry,” Jack confesses as he sets Crutchie back down, still holding onto the sides of his waist. Crutchie’s heart breaks as he sees tears forming in Jack’s eyes, and that causes some to form in his own.

“It’s okay, Jack. I know you had to keep the strike goin’. I wouldn’t have wanted you to risk throwing all that away. And besides, it’s the strike is what got me outta there.”

“The strike’s what got you in there, too.”

Crutchie pauses for a moment as he realizes Jack’s guilt. “No, bad men like Snyder are why I was there. Not ‘cause of the strike, but ‘cause the Refuge existed in the first place,” Crutchie lifts his hand not helping to support his crutch up to cradle Jack’s face, “it weren’t your fault, Jack.”

Jack manages to crack a smile at Crutchie’s kind heart, and even huffs a laugh. “You’re too sweet to me, you know that, right?”

“I am not,” Crutchie laughs.

And then Jack is staring at him softly, hands still loose at Crutchie’s sides, and he’s leaning in. Crutchie is surprised when Jack’s lips meet his, but not opposed to it by any means. Jack’s lips are surprisingly soft against his own, and they bring a warmth he was missing while he was in the Refuge, and Crutchie is glad to be back with him. Back home.

“Oooooooooo!” The other Newsies drawl as Crutchie kisses the older boy back.

When he pulls away, Crutchie swears he sees a pink dusting across the brunette’s cheeks before Jack turns around to playfully yell at the other Newsies.

“Mr. Kelly, I have to say I’m sorry to see you go,” Roosevelt says as he approaches Jack and places an arm on his shoulder, “Your drawings helped close the Refuge and bring back your friend. I’d be excited to see all the other things they could bring to light in the newspapers. But I’m sure you’ll do wonderfully in Santa Fe.”

“Thank you,” Jack responds, giving him a nod before Roosevelt walks away.

“Don’t you ever get tired of singing that same old tune? What’s Santa Fe got that New York ain’t? Sand storms?” Davey asks, stepping up beside Jack.

“Better yet: what’s New York got that Santa Fe ain’t?” Katherine adds, coming up to stand on the other side of Crutchie.

“New York’s got us. And we’re family,” Crutchie says, “And besides, you’ve got one more ace up your sleeve.”

“What would that be?” Jack asks, a toothy grin appearing as he turns back to Crutchie.

“Me. Wherever you go, I’m there right by your side.”

“For sure?”

“For sure.”

“Maybe I should stay… I never had a family before, but I have a home here. A home made by you.” Jack says to Crutchie, and then turns to look at Katherine, Davey, and Les. “And I guess we do have a family now.”

The others bunch in to come together in a big hug, squeezing each other tightly and never wanting to let go.

“Besides, we’ve got a union to run!” Les exclaims, looking up from the middle of the hug at his brother and their friends.

#newsies #broadway newsies #newsies 1992 #jackcrutchie #jack kelly x crutchie #jack x crutchie #jack kelly #crutchie #katherine plumber #david jacobs #les jacobs #theodore roosevelt #canon rewrite #i blame my director for me writing this

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thekadster · 2 years

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we will not give up on love now (a jackcrutchie songfic)

Fandom: Newsies (All Media Types)

Word Count: 2,279

Trigger Warnings: None!

Author’s Notes: Inspired by Orpheus - Sara Bareilles. My first time writing Jackcrutchie, it was pretty fun :D

❝ Of course, Jack was happy that he finally got his dream, even more so that he got to share it with his best friend. A chance at a better life was something that kept a lot of newsies going, and for him, it was Santa Fe.

Even so, they couldn't help but reminisce. ❞

(@himbos-hotline i did the thing :0)

also read it on ao3!

After a long day, Jack and Crutchie were glad to be sitting by the fireplace. They had just finished dinner several minutes ago and were now unwinding over warm tea.

It had been two months since they’d moved to Santa Fe, and they’d been adjusting quite nicely. The two of them had new jobs and worked at a pace that was more to their liking. As such, they had more time to explore the town for leisure, rather than for selling papes.

“Say, Jack– you ever heard of Orpheus and Eurydice?”

He tilted his head at the unusual names and shrugged. “No, why?”

“They’s part of a Greek myth,” replied Crutchie, shifting on his end of the couch. “Davey told me a long time ago, and I read about it again in the library today.”

“What’d they do?” asked Jack. “They heroes or somethin’?”

He shook his head. “Not really. Maybe Orpheus, the guy was a poet. He was real good at music, too; the best anyone ‘ad ever heard,” he explained. “Eurydice was the girl – a nymph – and they fell in love. They got married an’ such, but it wasn’t long ‘til she died from a snakebite.”

Jack frowned. “Jeez.”

“That ain’t where it ends.”

“Oh, my bad. Go on.”

Crutchie smiled. “Orpheus travelled to the underworld to bring back his wife. Of course, it was dangerous, bein’ where souls go after people die an’ whatnot. But his music was so good that it made everythin’ stand still, and he gots through without a scratch.”

Jack’s eyes widened. He nodded for him to continue.

“Yeah! And it even made the king of the underworld cry; name’s Hades, if I’m rememberin’ right,” he spoke. “He and his wife Persephone agreed to let the two of ‘em get back to the normal world. But there was a catch: Orpheus couldn’t look behind to see if she was followin’ behind.”

“Hold on, but don’t that mean Hades could’ve just tricked ‘im?” asked Jack.

“And that’s exactly what he thought!” He watched the way Crutchie’s eyes lit up from both the excitement and the flicker of the fireplace. “As they was makin’ their way back, he couldn’t help but doubt if she was really there or not. Even if they’d left together, he couldn’t even feel her followin’.

“And so, just before they was about to step out, he caved and did what he knew he shouldn’t. He turned around, and Eurydice fell all the way back down to the start.”

They were silent for a while. Jack’s eyes drifted to the dancing reds and oranges of the fireplace. “Well, that sucks.”

Crutchie frowned and shrugged. “Yeah…It’s a sad story.”

“‘S that it?” He looked at the boy beside him. “Did he try goin’ back again?”

“They wouldn’t let him back in no more,” he answered.

“Damn. Poor guy,” mumbled Jack. “Why couldn’t he just hold her hand?”

“I…ain’t really sure about that one,” chuckled Crutchie. “Probably ‘cause she was a ghost?”

“But how about callin’ out Marco Polo? Or lettin’ her walk in front of him? Literally any other way could’ve saved their asses!”

“I don’t know!”

The painter sighed and leaned back in his seat. “Case in point: Orpheus is an idiot.”

“Hey–”

Crutchie lightly nudged him and the two laughed. Jack was always one to make people laugh, especially if it was his best friend. Even if they were a bit older and living in a new city, he found that some things never change.

The blonde leaned forward and raised his cup of tea to his lips. “Would you ‘ave turned around?”

Jack paused and tilted his head. “I guess not, no. If Hades was a man of his word – and he was – then I’d just ‘ave to trust him. And ‘course– I mean, it’s my wife; I gotta be strong for her. I gotta find some way to get through it.”

“You’d play Marco Polo on the way up?” he joked.

“Exactly. Or y’know, just run straight out of the underworld.”

Crutchie chuckled.

“How ‘bout you?” asked Jack, pouring his own tea. “You think you’d do it?”

The boy bit his lip and hummed. “Eh…I dunno,” he replied. “I’d like to think not, but I can only imagine what it felt like. I dunno why he doubted if she was really there or not, but I’d probably think of somethin’.”

Jack nodded. “Eh, fair. Must’ve been hard for the guy.”

The two grew quiet, taking in the subtle sounds of the evening. Even two months after moving, they weren’t used to nights this…calm. The world seemed to go by more slowly after the sun went down. They didn’t have to be anywhere else after dinner, which allowed them to kick back and enjoy a warm drink after a long day. And with a place to call their own, no one could tell them otherwise.

Of course, Jack was happy that he finally got his dream, even more so that he got to share it with his best friend. A chance at a better life was something that kept a lot of newsies going, and for him, it was Santa Fe. He first heard about it as a child from his father. His old man described it as a dusty desert town with kind folks and a wide-open sea of stars. It was a childhood fairytale that he stubbornly held on to; a promise he swore to keep to both his family and friends that he’d get out of New York and start anew. That he and Crutchie would be more than just newsboys.

Even so, he couldn’t help but reminisce.

“Say – and sorry if this is a bit weird – but you ever think of turnin’ around?”

Crutchie looked at him. “Well, not really; I feel like if I was Orpheus, I’d be pretty–”

“No, no, I ain’t talkin’ bout him.” Jack waved his hand. “I mean like turnin’ around. Like goin’-back-to-New-York kinda turnin’ around.”

He paused and his mouth gaped. “Oh…”

He thought about it for a moment. Their old life in the city certainly wasn’t perfect, let alone envied, but it wasn’t all bad. A part of him missed the tall buildings, the streets, the Lodging House, the fire escape. He missed the selling spots, Jacobi’s Deli, Medda’s theater. And more than anything, he missed the people who made New York so special.

He missed the newsies – both of them did. They were their siblings who somehow, someway found a family. The kids who braved through every day with a smile, or at least a little bit of hope. He also missed people like Miss Medda, who he saw a little bit of in the kind folks of Santa Fe.

The world had often been cold and cruel to kids like them. New York was no exception, but he and Jack felt like they’d found a soft place to land within its gritty, grimy walls.

Crutchie swallowed a lump in his throat. “Well…not really, I guess,” he replied, finding his voice. “I’ve thought about what’d happen if we didn’t move at all, and life would just go on like it used to. We’d still be newsies and we’s workin’ on the streets until we’re too old to. I don’t think I wanna do that forever.”

He chuckled to himself. He turned to Jack, his eyes distant as he held his warm mug of tea.

Crutchie studied his expression. “Do you…ever think of turnin’ around?”

The other boy blinked. “What– no, ‘course not!” he replied. He smiled and gestured to the house, their house. “I mean, we been dreamin’ of this for so long, and we finally got it. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, but…”

Jack grew silent, his smile faltering. He stared off as his mind searched for the right words, grasping for something that was only almost there.

Crutchie raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. He followed his lover’s gaze and found that he wasn’t staring at the fireplace, but at the framed pictures sitting on the mantle. Pictures of their friends, of their family.

His expression softened. “Jack…”

The painter was quiet.

“You miss them, too, don’tcha?” asked Crutchie.

It took a moment for him to respond. “Just ain’t used to not seein’ em everyday,” he sighed. “Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout them sometimes.”

“Yeah, I hear you.” He shifted a bit in his seat. “I mean, we’s been together for pretty much our whole lives; it’s pretty hard not to.”

“Yeah, but–” The brunet sighed and gestured to the photos. “You’d think after two months I would’ve started thinkin’ of ‘em less. It’s like I’m always wondering what the fellas are up to, whether they’re okay or not.

“I miss bein’ with ‘em. Sometimes, I catch myself wantin’ to be a newsie again, like the old days. Like I wanna be there where they are, but I also don’t wanna go back, but I wanna see them again?”

He groaned and leaned back into the couch. He couldn’t pinpoint what he was feeling, for the life of him.

He wasn’t one to dwell on the past, but for the past few days, he was plagued with how things once were. Just before daybreak, he swore he almost heard the chime of the morning bell. In the bright afternoon sun, he remembered walking with his friends down familiar city streets. Memories flew back to him in warm meals and baked bread and newspapers and postcards. They lived in laughter and lampposts and paintbrushes, and the ghost of his newsies’ footsteps followed him like a shadow. It was almost as if he could turn around, and they would be right there.

Crutchie’s mouth stretched into a thin line, his finger drumming on the mug in thought. Before he could respond, Jack interrupted him.

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled.

“No, it ain’t,” insisted the other boy. “Maybe…Maybe it ain’t such a bad thing.”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Whaddaya mean?”

“Missin’ the newsies,” he answered. “It’s normal you’d miss ‘em after all this time; you was their leader, for Pete’s sake!”

“But I kinda feel like I’m supposed to just…move on. I finally got what I wanted, movin’ here. Shouldn’t I be happier? I’m sure Manhattan’s doin’ fine, what with Race takin’ over.”

“But they miss you.” Crutchie put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “They miss us, I bet just as much as we miss them. We’s been a family for this long; I’m sure it’s takin’ em some time to get used to us not bein’ there, too. It’s…hard sayin’ goodbye like that.”

Jack's eyes didn’t meet his, still deep in thought.

“But we’re here now.”

The blonde softly held his hand and laced their fingers together. Jack looked over at him. Crutchie’s eyes were soft and warm, like the glow the fire cast on the room, tracing their features. They were familiar, like the city lights he’d always see from the fire escape.

“It’s hard goin’ back now,” he added. “But we’s here, you and me. We wanted to be here, and we made that choice. It ain’t wrong that you’re missin’ New York, and it ain’t wrong that we moved away. It’s just what we ‘ad to do.

“And maybe, right now, that’s all that matters.”

Jack’s mind lingered on those words for a while. The noise in his mind seemed to die down a little. At that moment, the world felt more quiet. He finally paid enough attention to notice the crackle of the fireplace and the subtle song of the crickets outside. Something of a warm feeling began to stir in his chest as his eyes traced the little details and dents in the walls. He looked down at his hand – his hand intertwined with Crutchie’s – and the beginnings of a smile formed on his face.

He ran a thumb over the back of the other boy’s palm. “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “Wonder if they’re thinkin’ ‘bout us right now.”

“They probably are,” replied Crutchie. “You sent ‘em a postcard this week, right?”

“Yeah. They haven’t written back, though.”

He shrugged. “Maybe they’re just busy.”

“Probably. Just hope they’s doin’ okay.”

“They’ll be fine.” Crutchie gently squeezed his hand and smiled. “We’ll be fine, Jack.”

The brunet sighed to himself and smiled back. “Yeah…I think we will.” He leaned down and kissed the back of his boy’s hand. “And, for the record, I’m glad you came with me.”

Crutchie giggled. “Just glad to be here.”

This new chapter in their life felt strange but pleasant. It was like a weight, familiar like a friend, finally lifted off of their shoulders. It wasn’t gone entirely; they still had to work, after all. Much of it was carried away by the old western breeze, but more importantly, they were there to carry it together.

Nothing was ever the same ever since they got on that train out of New York. Hell, nothing had ever really been the same ever since they both agreed to move to Santa Fe. But as they sat in silence with their heads leaned on one another, they thought that maybe it was for the best. As much as they were once newsies – and always would be, at heart – they both knew that old city couldn’t box them in for too long.

Maybe the myth would turn out different this time. They wouldn’t turn around, and instead bring along their memories like old songs. They would go into the underworld singing, and return just the same.

Maybe the present – maybe love was worth holding onto.

#newsies #newsies forever #newsies fanfiction #newsies oneshot #songfic #jack kelly newsies #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris #jackcrutchie #jack kelly x crutchie #fanfiction #oneshot #sulat ni kad

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cowboy-caboodles · 1 month

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respectfully requesting some more wholesome Jack and Crutchie being idiot brothers content <3

RESPECTFULLY PROVIDING THE CONTENT BCS THEY MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME!!!! and i will be doodling the two of them being idiots together more!!

(i’m digging through my ask box over spring break i promise im gonna respond to them all 🙏🙏)

#newsies #character art #livesies #art #jack kelly #newsies art #crutchie morris #jack x crutchie (PLATONIC)#i just know crutchie is so incredibly good at getting what he wants and jack never falls for it #literally my life as an older brother to the bane of my existence (jk i love my little brother)#they’re so silly #dont think about the absolute heartbreak jack must have felt when crutchie was taken #i couldn’t even imagine that happening to my brother #anyways i hope u like!

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military-newsboys · 3 days

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Jack: I can help too! I'm not just some trophy husband, you know. Davey: ...YOU'RE a Trophy Husband??? What the hell kind of contest did I win?!?

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chimeofthecomet · 3 months

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swappin’ tales around the fire

an hd png as i know the gif will get crunched beyond recognition

#woawwww 3 dimensional art… x y and time #god knows where this would be in nyc or…. could it be somewhere else #not ship art #the day i do lighting without a little rim light pop is the day i no longer am making art #i did my very light research and marshmallows over a fire was the hot new trend of the 1890’s #jack kelly #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #my everythings #newsies #newsies uk #newsies fanart #pip does drawings

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bwaybby09 · 23 hours

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During a Tornado Warning:

Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?

Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!

Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.

Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.

Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.

Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.

Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.

Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?

Jack: I don’t know…

Spot: That’s what I thought.

Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.

Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.

*bonus*

Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!

(Race grabs onto Spot)

Spot: Oh, get off me! No!

Race: Hold on to me!

Spot: Get off me!

Race: I am saving your life!

Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!

#newsies incorrect quotes #source: superstore #newsies #newsies musical #jack kelly #spot conlon #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #les jacobs #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #albert newsies #crutchie #crutchie newsies #sprace #spot x race

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incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly · 1 year

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Jack: This is my boyfriend, Davey! He's amazing and has taught me so many things.

Jack: This is Crutchie. He’s basically my brother and I love him so much!

Jack: This is Race. He has rabies.

#newsies incorrect quotes #newsies #racetrack higgins #race newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #jack x davey #crutchie newsies #crutchie morris

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confusedhomicidalrage · 6 days

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Man, I love Jack and Crutchie's ship name

#Santa gays #newsies 1992 #Newsies #newsies broadway #Jack Kelly #crutchie morris #Crutchie x Jack #CRACK

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inkwell-illustrations · 7 months

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Jack: *drunk* If you water water, it grows. Davey: ...What. Crutchie: He’s got a point

#davey newsies #newsies davey #newsies broadway #newsies musical #jack kelly newsies #newsies #newsies javey #javey newsies #javey #incorrect newsies quotes #inncorrect quotes #newsies incorrect quotes #newsies crutchie #jack x davey #jack kelly

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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Here’s some cheesy Newsies Valentine content! ❤️💕💙💜💗💛💖💞💚❣️💓🧡🤍🖤

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str4wb3rry-guy · 7 months

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jack and crutchie cutting each others hair...

thinking abt them doing anything together makes my brain go feral at this point

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theaterkidlament · 4 months

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Personal Newsie Headcannon

Davey is so adamant on getting Crutchie back because he knows he’s something super important to Jack. Davey was already head over heels for Jack while for Jack (as he sings “Someone Like You”) realizes that Davey is someone who he wants to be with.

That’s also why I think Jack mentions how much more smart David is while talking to Katherine. I heavily believe that Jack and David fell in love during the show.

#ftm theater kid #theater kid #newsies #Jack Kelly #crutchie morris #david jacobs #davey jacobs #newsies davey #jack x davey #javey newsies #javey #davey newsies #jack newsies #newsies jack kelly #crutchie newsies #gay #shipping #newsies ship #headcannons

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newsiesficchallenges · 2 months

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Day Three of Crutchie Supremacy!

Happy Day Three! We are celebrating today with an incorrect quotes!

davey, sprinting into the room: CRUTCHIE CRUTCHIE

crutchie, nearly falling off of his bed in surprise: WHAT

davey, stopping right in front of him: JACK LIKES ME BACK. HE LIKES LIKES ME TOO

crutchie:

crutchie, over this shit: you come into MY room, screaming at ME, for THIS BULLSHIT. ARE YOU STUPID, MAN? WE ALREADY KNEW THAT. I TOLD YOU THAT. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU-

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emmedoesntdomath · 11 months

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RACETRACK MOTHERFCKING HIGGINS YOU GOSH DARN HISTORY NERD

RACERACERACERACERACERACE

also, i feel so seen rn *wipes away emotional tear*

so, ed ‘racetrack’ higgins was a newsie who helped lead the 1899/1900 newsboys’ strike against william randolph hearst and joseph pulitzer with louis ballat (who was known as kid blink), dave simons (who we don’t know the newsie name of), and (reportedly, because there aren’t that many sources with him) spot conlon (and, honestly? they could have been the same kid. not likely, but possibly). he was a brooklyn newsboy (from brighton beach specifically), and was between the ages of 16-21. he spent a considerable amount of time between the two racetracks he was near (hence the nickname). he had talked about william c. whitney, who owned a private racetrack, trained horses, and spent a lot of time at sheepshead (he said he had run horses for him, but that could be false). in just about every article he was interviewed for, it was noted that he talked A LOT about the races, even when they weren’t mentioned. like, at all (I love that for him, actually). he was charismatic, bold, and a natural-born leader. unfortunately, after the strike, he essentially disappears. there were a lot of ed higgins in the new york/jersey area, and it’s hard to track an idividual person, especially after the war started.

for more historical racetrack stuff, go check out @musicalcuriosity ‘s blog, they’ve got some great stuff over there.

now, because this isn’t actually my historical area of expertise, AND because I have actual hcs, we’re going to move on to the fun stuff.

ANTONIO ‘racetrack’ higgins is a manhattan newsie. he’s the second in command to jack kelly and more or less the ambassador to brooklyn. he’s snarky, loves gambling and spot conlon, and is probably the reason adderall was invented. he’s brilliant with numbers, but couldn’t tell you how to spell algebra to save his life. he’s petty, smokes more than anyone should, and will risk life and limb for those that he loves. he doesn’t plan to make it to 25, but will lie to anyone who asks and says he wants to be doctor for kids.

he becomes a newsie at nine, right after his mom dies, and he looks (maybe) seven, so he’s immediately taken under the wing of an older newsie. he’s dragged to the races after they finish selling, and it’s like something just clicks inside of him. he notices the trends, gets good at counting the cards, finding the tells of a good bet.

when asked, he would just shrug, a jaunty grin on his face. “it’s jus’ numbers,” he would say.

he meets a young francis sullivan (newly jack kelly) and charlie (now crutchie) when he stumbles upon their hiding spot in an alley. he recognized jack, and laughed instead of cowering when he threatened to soak him. he cheerfully informs them of a better place to hide on top of the lodging house, and from then on, they’re brothers friends.

he travels to brooklyn by himself the first time on a dare from albert (who has since become his best friend), and gets caught by hotshot within thirty minutes. he gets told to never come back with a hearty punch to the ribs for good measure.

he returns the next day.

he’s not allowed coffee (per jack), because he’s apparently “too damn jittery” as it is.

he can speak a little bit of italian, and converses with itey when they’re both at the lodging house. if he’s in public, he pretends he doesn’t know any.

when finch and albert start dating, part of him is sad, no matter how happy the rest of him is. it’s not fair, and he doesn’t know why, but it feels like a door’s shutting. he laughs, and holds spot a little tighter afterwards.

skittery taught him how to throw his first real punch, and then immediately started a fight with him “to make sure he understood the lesson”.

he’s scared of loud thunderstorms.

he hates the sound of a creaky wheel on a carriage.

he doesn’t mind girls, but he would prefer short brunettes with a temper (he’s very much got a type, and he’s not ashamed of it).

he would love harry potter, but despise JKR.

he believes in god, but doesn’t go to church.

if he had a kid, he would name them either maria or sebastian, after his mother and uncle respectively.

#i love this man #newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #racetrack higgins #sprace #race x spot #antonio higgins #racetrack newsies #spot conlon #jack kelly #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #francis sullivan #emme’s bad ideas

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