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Race, who's set his apartment on fire several times because he's convinced he can cook: it appears we keep meeting, I think it's fate. Can I have your number?
Spot, the fire chief at the closest department, climbing into his truck: sure it's 911
#“i think you might already have it considering youve called me several times already but whatever”#he immediately drives away after this#newsies#sprace#spot conlon#racetrack higgens
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newsies ractrack doodles for old times sake
guh
#newsies fanart#racetrack higgens#newsies racetrack higgens#newies racetrack#PATT's art#fanart#newsies art#uh#do not worry tf two art is always on the way#smooth like butter like a criminal under cover
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Greta Van Fleet as…
Musicals!!
Josh;
I know previously I said how Josh gives Footloose vibes in my GVF as 80s movies, but I do think he also gives major Hamilton vibes. The way that while he sings his hands go up and sometimes he looks like the classic Hamilton pose as well. But Josh is the type of person to memorize all the songs and dances and perform it when he’s by himself in his room (which I cant blame him I do that with every musical but…). Josh also reminds me of the musical and specifically Laurence because of how he cares about people even if he knows them personally or not. He will do anything he can if it’s the right thing to do and he will fight for people’s rights. I honestly think that he is such an amazing person and I know I say this a lot but he cares so much about people. He would also yell at Hamilton during “Say No To This” and during “Burn” he would be clapping for Eliza. He would also cry during “Stay Alive - Reprise” but to be honest I did as well so there’s no shame in that.
Jake;
Les Misérables is probably if not is the one musical that really made an impact on me so the fact that Jake reminds me of it is so amazing. Les Mis is such an inspiring musical about love, war, and passion. The history aspect of this as well is one of my favorite things since I went down a whole rabbit hole about the French Revolution cus of this musical. Another thing that is funny that I just realized is how both Jake and Josh are both musicals that have revolutions in them as well as aspects of romance and tragedy I didn’t intend for that to happen but I’m happy it came out like it did. But Jake really reminds me of Marius Pontmercy because he is so passionate for fighting in what he believes is right as well as super romantic and just super kind in general. Jake would ball his eyes out when Gavroche, Cosette, and Fantine die because I know I did and that shit hurt so hard. He would also be the number one fan of Cossett and be intrested in Jean Valjean and Inspector Javert’s story.
Sammy;
Sammy is for sure Newsies not just because of how much he is all for people getting equality, but because he reminds me of Racetrack Higgens. Sammy is such a sassy but loving person with amazing humor just like Race. He’s the type of person that would walk around with a New York accent and sing “King of New York” and a “Carrying the Banner”. His favorite character would probably be either Crutchy or Les Jacobs. He would also be so infatuated with Katherine Plumber and Jack Kelly’s relationship just cheering for them right from the start. He, just like his brothers, believes in people’s rights and how they should be fought for. Not to mention how Sammy would love the choreography. He may not be like Josh to the point that he would learn and perfect the dances, but he would just sit there awestruck at how good the dancing is. Sam’s just one of those people that have youthful energy and it is another reason why I think he is this musical.
Danny;
Danny gives off strong Rent vibes because of how much he loved being around his friends and family. He treats his friends like they’re part of his family and he’s just the sweetest. He also (just like the other boys) is huge on people’s rights and how everyone should be equal. I feel like the character that resonates with him the most is probably Mark Cohen. He is such a loving and inspiring person who is passionate about what he loves. The one song that he would love to sing and dance around to would be “La Vie Boheme” which is such an amazing song. Danny would love Angel Dumott Schunard and Mimi Marquez and would cry when Agnel dies and when Mimi almost dies. He would be cheering for Maureen Johnson and Joanne Jefferson’s relationship wanting them to be together but jamming to “Take Me or Leave Me” while being so mad that they fought. Danny is such an amazing person who cares about so many people so I feel like this musical resonates with him. Not to mention the time period for this musical reminds me of him too.
Moodboards made by me!!
#gvf#greta van fleet#josh kiszka#sammy kiszka#jake kiszka#danny wagner#gvf as musicals#gvf as#gvf moodboard
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okay so I just had a great idea for a Newsies fic: "5 times Race gave someone a nickname and the 1 time someone gave Race one"
HOWEVER
i realized that i would then be required to refer to Racetrack Higgins as Ed (or Tony or something of the sort) Higgens for 5 chapters.
i simply am not able to do that.
#maybe ill write one about jack instead#i love the idea that race was the one who started the nicknames#but i think jack canonically did#hmm#someone stop me#please#im almost certain this has been done before too#newsies#newsies live#livesies
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High school headcanon I refuse to back down from
Race and Davey speak in Morse Code
They both have classes together and didn’t know each other because David is the new kid of course and Race is a fidgeter so David just assumed the tapping was just a thing he did
But then he started hearing letters and at first he thought it was just a coincidence but he started keeping track and realized Race was spelling out words and sentences
So one day David started tapping back replies
‘This is so boring’
‘I know, right?’
‘Didn’t we go over this already?’
‘On tuesday’
‘What’s the answer to 6?’
‘19.8x+7y’
At first Race thought David was making fun of him but after the— ‘fuckin new kid’ ‘that’s rude’— he got pretty excited that someone else actually knew Morse Code
So after that day, Race was just ‘hey new guy, come meet all my friends. we can talk about them right in front of their faces’
And David had only been there a week and didn’t have any friends he just went along with it because he had nothing to lose
And of course everyone was like hey new kid you’re cool until they realized he and Race were communicating and then it was oh no there’s another one but all in good humor
#everyone is SLEEPING on Davey and races friendship#they are such bros#like please#I need more davey and race being bros#number 1 brotp#BUT ANYWAYS#newsies#newsies live#92sies#david jacobs#Davey jacobs#racetrack higgens#headcanon#high school headcanon#mos rants#mos’s headcanon
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My Favorite Parts of Newsies Live (Act 1)
butThe lone trumpet at the beginning of the overture
Jack helping Crutchie up so he doesn’t fall off the ledge
The joy on AKB’s face during “watch me run!”
“Don’t you know that we’s a family?”
Gosh, the prologue is just so damn dramatic, I love it
BeN CoOk?!
“Hey that’s my cigaaaaa--” “---you’ll steal anotha!”
“WhO aSkEd yOu?!”
The choreo during Carrying The Banner
The overlapping bits during the middle of Carrying the banner with the nuns, and then adding several newsies singing different parts (you know what I’m talking about)
tHE KEY CHANGE AT THE END OF CARRYING THE BANNER????? YES PLEASE
OOH I SEE A WILD BEN FANKHAUSER! WE’VE GOT BEN SQUARED!
Les being hilarious for basically the entire show (but we’ll get back to that)
Katherine calling Jack a cheeky boy during her little sarcastic one liner
“I said they heard it here, and they did!”
The Bottom Line isn’t that bad
I love Hannah
ALso Steve Blanchard just embodies that character so well
he’s just so good!
God I love Mrs. Medda
“stop staring” “BUT I CAN SEE THEIR LEGS!”
“but I ran out my luck gettin stuck on some dope, oh hey baby! I was just talking about you!”
The ending of That’s Rich?! Yes ma’am! Hit those high notes!
I love the World Will Know. I love it.
“aNd I lOst ma ShOE!”
“SO THE WOILD SAYS NO! WELL THE KIDS DO TOO!”
“TRY TO WALK ALL OVA US WE’LL STOMP ALL OVA YOU!”
“CAN THEY KICK US OUT? TAKE AWAY OUR VOTE?”
AKB sounds so angry there but its so amazing
THE PASSION! JEREMY JORDAN’S/JACK KELLY’S PASSION! CRUTCHIE’S PASSION! LES’ PASSION! DAVEY STANDIN THERE LIKE “IMA JUST GO ALONG WITH WHATEVER JACK SAYS!”
so...why is Kara Lindsay so cute?
the sprinkled commentary in Watch What Happens
“now if only I could write about it”
“oh you poor boys”
“I DON’T KNOW” (real life footage of me trying to write a thesis for an essay)
“Picture a handsome, heroically charismatic, plain spoken kNOW NOTHING SKIRT CHASING SON OF A lie down with dogs”
“so he’s a flirt, a complete egomaniac”
“what a face” I agree
the high note on “whatever happEEENSSSSS!”
“they said they’ve got our backs............aS SOon as wE gEt tHe WoRd fRoM bRoOkLyN!”
The beginning of Seize the Day
Then the harmony when Jack joins in
Then the moment when all the Newsies join in....cause now they’re all united and motivated and oh my god the HARMONY I HAVE CHILLS
NOW WE’RE MOVIN
YES DANCE
YES
CONVINCE THE OTHER NEWSIES TO COME
LETS ALL HAVE THIS BIG DANCE NUMBER
listen, the fight scene is so dramatic and I love it
Like all the chaos? does it hurt? Yes but i still love it
THE EMOTION IN SANTA FE? MUCH BETTER THAN THE RECORDING!
THE BEGINNING? HE’S SO DISTRAUGHT FHGOIAFIFILJ
SANTA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MA OLD FRIENDDDDDDDDDDD I CANT SPEND MA WHOLE LAFE DREAMINNN
I’VE GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN’T GOT SANTA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
anyways I’m slowly becoming a Newsies blog
#Newsies#Newsies live#Jeremy Jordan#Ben Fankhauser#ben cook#andrew keenan bolger#AKB#Davy Jacobs#Les Jacobs#Jack Kelly#Crutchie#Racetrack Higgens#Race#Specs#Disney#Choreography#Musicals#Musical theatre#Broadway#theatre
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For the ship asks- favorite things to do together (sprace)
Spot and Race like to sit on the Brooklyn Bridge and just take in the nice air. Cloud gazing, skipping stones, talking. Just being in the now. Also, one time Spot took Race to a park to feed birds. However they didn't find any bread and Race accidently threw a cigar butt at a pigeon, which ended in him having to wash bird droppings off his vest in the river.
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I'm glad we as a fandom have mostly agreed that Race is a smarty-pants who may be a chaotic dumbass but is probably studying astrophysics and other genius stuff
Aka Leo Valdez
#admit it#race higgens#racetrack higgens#antonio higgens#ben tyler cook#ryan steele#max casella#newsies#newsies fanfiction#leo valdez#percy jackson#i'll be sure to include this in my own fan works#heroes of olympus
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[Race says that you're doing amazing right now and that he loves you.]
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Could you do a Race Higgins x reader where the reader is Spots younger sister and he’s super protective (along with the rest of the Brooklyn boys)? I know it’s kind of a cliche one lol but I love the big brother trope for him :)
A/n: Sure! This got a lot later than I originally thought it was going to be. I also combined this with another idea that I had, I hope that’s okay! I hope you enjoy! Also, this is unedited so read at your own risk.
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“Zebra escapes the zoo! Get the story right here!” you called out in a desperate attempt to sell more papes. The headline was garbage today, as usual, and you were trying everything you could to sell even ten. After all, you were saving up for dance lessons. Well, you, your brother, Spot Conlon, and the other Brooklyn newsies.
Eventually, you managed to sell your last pape, and you started to head back to the Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging House. Normally, girls weren’t allowed to be newsies, but since your big brother was the King of Brooklyn, they made an exception.
“Hey, (y/n),” some of the newsies called out in greeting.
“Hey.”
You walked up and put what money you weren’t going to need for dinner or breakfast in the “dance jar”, which was just a normal jar, but it was where the newsies put whatever money they could spare to help pay for your dance lessons. After a couple of months of doing this, the jar was almost to the top. You loved your newsie family.
You went over to your bed to read for a bit before dinner. A shadow fell across you, and you looked up to see your older brother staring down at you, grinning.
“Hey, Spot. What’s up?” you asked, slightly confused. He didn’t grin much, so you wondered what was going on.
“Hey, (y/n).” He sat down on the bed, still smiling. You went back to reading, thinking that if he wanted to tell you something, he would tell you.
Several minutes later, however, he still hadn’t told you anything, and you could feel him staring at you.
You sighed and put down your book. “If there’s something you want to tell me, just say it.”
When Spot continued to just grin at you, you added, “Is there something you want to tell me?
He scooted closer to you and showed you a handful of coins. “Guess what we have enough money for,” he prompted.
You felt your eyes widen as you squeaked out: “Dance lessons?” He nodded. You squealed with delight, getting off your bed and jumping up and down. The other newsies were laughing at you, but you didn’t care. You were going to have dance lessons!
“The first lesson is tomorrow, right after dinner.” Spot had also stood up.
“Can you wait that long?” Hotshot teased gently. Everyone laughed, including you, but you could see Spot getting a little defensive. You put your hand on his arm and softly said, “Hey.” He looked at you, and apparently could see that you weren’t mad. He calmed down a little bit and took a breath. You smiled at him and went back to reading, although your mind was focused on the dance lessons. What would your teacher be like? Would the class like you?
Stop it, you told yourself. I’m going, and who cares if they don’t like me? My brother’s the King of Brooklyn.
You eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep, full of excitement for the next day.
You practically bounced into the dance studio. You were so excited! You glanced around at your new classmates. Many of them were girls, but there were a few boys there. One in particular caught your eye. He had curly, dirty-blond hair, and piercing bright blue eyes. He looked your way, and you immediately dropped your gaze to the floor. In his dance bag, there was a packet of cigars. You didn’t smoke yourself, but you knew of a few newsies who did.
Of course, you didn’t know if this guy was a newsie. He looked about your age, maybe a year or two older. You decided to risk looking up again, only to see that he was still looking at you. He grinned and started walking towards you.
“Hey,” he said, grinning.
“Hey.”
“So, you’se is takin’ dance classes?” He talked like the Brooklyn newsies did, but he had a slight accent that you had heard somewhere before. If only you could remember where…
“Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, I am.” You mentally scolded yourself about how stupid that sounded. The boy didn’t seem bothered, though. He grinned again and stuck out his hand.
“The name’s Racetrack. Racetrack Higgins. Well, my real name is Anthony, but you’se can call me Race.” He winked at you, sending a swarm of butterflies into your stomach. It was all you could do to shake his hand.
“I’m- Manhattan!” You suddenly remembered where you had heard Racetrack’s accent before. It was the accent of a Manhattan newsie, who were pretty much the Brooklyn newsies sworn enemies.
“You’re Manhattan?” Race asked teasingly.
You blushed. “No, I- My name is (y/n). I was trying to figure out where I had heard your accent before.”
“Sure, Manhattan. Whatever you say.” He winked at you again.
Before you could think of a witty reply, the music started, indicating that it was time to start the class. You and Race drifted over to the ballet bar.
An hour later, you were a sweaty mess, but you knew that you had finally found your passion. You were grinning from ear to ear, eager to get home to tell Spot all the amazing things that had happened.
“Hey, Manhattan,” said a voice from behind you, making you jump.
“Oh, Race. It’s you,” you said, calming down when you saw his bright blue eyes. I could very easily get lost in those eyes, you thought.
“So, where do you live? I’ll walk you home,” he offered.
“Oh, I- I don’t think that would be a good idea.” You immediately regretted your words when you saw the hurt look on Race’s face.
“Why not?”
“Well, I- uh, I…” You didn’t want to tell him that you lived in Brooklyn; that was sure to make him hate you. However, you didn’t have any choice but to tell him when he turned away from you.
“I’m a Brooklyn newsie. I don’t think the others would take kindly to a Manhattan newsie on their turf,” you blurted out. Race turned back to you, looking confused, but now intrigued.
“I never knew no girl newsie before.” He took a step towards you again. “Why’d they let you be one?”
You swallowed. “My brother’s Spot Conlon.”
Race looked shocked, then took a step away from you.
“I- I’ll see you next week, (y/n).” Then he took off running.
You trudged back to the Brooklyn Lodging House, your good spirits somewhat crushed. Why did he have to leave like that? You sighed. If only you weren’t from Brooklyn. If only your brother wasn’t the most feared newsie in New York. If only…
Stop it, you scolded yourself. I could “if only” all day, but that isn’t going to change the fact that Racetrack Higgins, is scared of my big brother.
The door creaked as you opened it. You walked into the room, letting your heavy footfalls ring out. As soon as you entered the bunk room, you were greeted with a dozen voices all calling out greetings.
“(y/n)!”
“Hey!”
“Look, (y/n)’s back!”
And there was your big brother, standing there, waiting for you. As mad as you were at him earlier, all the feelings of how amazing it felt to be dancing rushed back to you and you ran to hug him.
“So it was good, then?” he laughed.
“Oh, Spot, it was absolutely amazing!” You described what dancing was like, and you were so enthusiastic that some of the newsies asked you to teach you a few steps. You went to bed ecstatic, but you had no idea how much better your life would get in the morning.
The next morning you got up to sell papers as usual. There was nothing off about your morning, except you having a bit of a spring in your step. The newsies all smiled at how happy you were. It was rare that any newsie had much to smile about, so when someone did, everyone was practically over the moon.
By lunch you were longing to dance again. You couldn’t wait to get back into that studio, with the soft piano music floating in the air…
Before you knew it, you were dancing on the sidewalk. A small crowd had gathered to watch you, and when you were finished, everyone applauded. You blushed and picked up your pile of papers. A lot of the crowd, upon seeing that you were a newsie, bought a pape from you, sometimes paying extra. By the end of the day you were in an even better mood then you were that morning.
You walked into the lodge in a better mood than you were normally in. It was the kind of happiness that is impossible to not be happy around, and soon all the other newsies were smiling too.
Spot suddenly walked in smiling, and kissed you on the cheek. You smiled back at him, a little confused. He moved his hand slightly, drawing attention to the fact that he was holding something.
“What’s that?” You asked, intrigued.
“Oh, this?” He teased, holding up an envelope. “I don’t know, what is it?”
“Come on, Spot, give it to me!” You stood up, making a grab for the envelope. He tried to hold it out of your reach, but, him being so short, it was not hard for you to grab it.
You opened it and found a large pile of coins inside. You looked at your older brother disbelievingly.
“Is this-”
“Enough money for the next month of dance lessons. I thought you’d like it.”
You squealed and hugged him.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Everyone else was smiling, too. For newsies who didn’t have much to be happy about, you seemed to have an abundant amount of happiness over the past few days.
The month flew by. Ballet lessons ended, and the next month was about to begin.
You walked into the now familiar studio, no longer worried about what the others would think of you. You didn’t have much of a chance to talk anyway, only before and after class. Race had avoided talking to you after the first week, and you couldn’t help but be discouraged about what it meant for his feelings for you. He had shown some interest in you, right? Whatever might have been there once clearly wasn’t there now, however.
You sighed. You could spend all day thinking about this, and it would get you nowhere. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts in time for your instructor to announce the next type of dance you would be learning: ballroom dance.
“I will give each of you a partner, and they will be your partner for the rest of the month. You will do all your ballroom dancing with them. Now, here are your partners.” She proceeded to read off the names of the people who would be partnering with each other.
You couldn’t help but glance at Race. How awesome would it be if he was your partner? You would be dancing together for a whole month!
“(y/n) and Racetrack.” The instructor continued on with the list of names, but to you it didn’t matter. It was all you could do to keep from squealing. This was what you had imagined!
You glanced at him again. He had started walking over to you! Your mind suddenly took you back to the first day that you met him.
“So, you’se is takin’ dance classes?”
“Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“The name’s Racetrack. Racetrack Higgins. Well, my real name is Anthony, but you’se can call me Race.” He winked.
You pulled out of your flashback just in time for him to slide up next to you.
“So, we’s partners.”
“Yeah, yeah we are.”
The instructor demonstrated what you were going to do, and the music started.
“May I have this dance?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, taking a slight bow. You could feel yourself blush as you started the dance.
Race was a really good ballet dancer. But he was an amazing ballroom dancer. He glided across the floor, taking you with him. His movements were like liquid, but at the same time he was solid and sturdy to hold on to. You found yourself wishing that this moment would never end.
You came back to the lodging house with your head in the clouds, replaying the class over and over in your head.
The two weeks that followed were a sort of magical blur, with each class being better than the last. You and Race grew closer everyday, to the point where you thought that you might be slightly more than friends. At least, you hoped to be.
This class was no different from the rest: Race danced with his usual unearthly beauty, taking you along with him.
After the class ended, Race walked up to you, which was normal. After the first month, he had started talking to you again after class. You had no idea why he had stopped talking to you, but you thought that it probably had something to do with the fact that you had Spot as your brother. The only thing out of the ordinary today was that Race seemed a bit nervous about something.
“Hey, ah, (y/n).” He ran a finger through his hair and breathed out. You raised a single, questioning eyebrow; he never called you by your real name.
“Hey.”
“Um… I was wondering… if, ah….” He ran another finger in his hair. This was a shock. Race normally couldn’t shut up.
He suddenly sat down dejectedly. “Ne’ermind, it’s stupid anyway.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, perking up. “What is it?”
He turned to look you in the eyes, and you were struck again by how blue his eyes were. He looked back at the floor, leaving you breathless.
“Doyouwannagooutwithme?” He looked at you again and you saw fear in his eyes. He was afraid of what would happen between you two. And honestly, you were too.
You swallowed, considering everything. What would Spot say? What would happen to your friendship if you said no? If you said yes? This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?
Slowly, you nodded. You looked up and saw the shock in Race’s eyes, and you nodded more vigorously. Before you knew it, you were practically jumping.
“Yes!” you said. Race was laughing, with relief or delight, you weren’t sure. He grabbed your hand and together you walked out of the studio.
Two hours later you walked back to the lodge, the happiest you had felt yet. You were singing softly to yourself as you entered the lodge. Your elation evaporated when you saw your older brother. He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, all five feet four inches absolutely terrifying.
“Where were you?” he demanded. You swallowed. You decided to ignore his question for the time being by setting down your stuff and crossing to your bed. There were no other newsies in the room; it was just you and Spot.
“I asked you a question.” he stepped closer to the bed.
You sighed and laid back on your bed. “I was on a date.”
You knew that that was the wrong thing to say. You could feel him practically explode next to you.
“You. Were. WHAT?!”
You started to answer again, but he waved you off. He started pacing the room, asking more questions.
“Where did you go? Who was it with?”
Since you just going on a date made him practically explode, you decided that you couldn’t tell him that it had been with a Manhattan newsie, in Manhattan.
“It was with a guy I met in my dance class.” There. That wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t a lie either.
Spot was breathing really heavily, and you thought that he might actually explode. You felt your emotions rising, too.
“What does it matter to you, though, Spot? It’s not your place to be in control of my life.”
“Yes, yes it is!” he practically screamed. “As your older brother, I have every say of how your life should go! And you know what, I was going to pay for the next month of dance lessons, too. But now I am definitely not!”
You felt your cheeks reddening. “Well you know what? Maybe I- I didn’t want to go next month anyway!” It was a lie. Those dance lessons were everything to you. But you didn’t need Spot to know that.
However, he could tell it was a lie and called you out on it.
“Ha! You couldn’t live without those lessons.”
“Maybe I couldn’t, but I definitely can live without living here.”
You turned and stormed out of the lodging house.
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“That was a bit harsh, Spot.” The rest of the newsies had come back in, after hearing the whole argument from the other room.
Spot sighed and ran a finger through his hair.
“I know,” he said slightly shakily. He turned and looked at the newsie who had spoken. “But she’s the only family I have left, and I can’t bear to lose her.”
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You didn’t know where you were going until you got there. Half an hour later, you knocked on the door of the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House. You smoothed your hair and bit your lip, both things you did when you were nervous.
A newsboy you didn’t know answered the door and looked at you questioningly.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“Is… is Race here?”
The newsie nodded and gestured for you to follow him. The Manhattan Lodge looked a lot like the Brooklyn Lodge. You wound your way through a sea of newsies, all of who gave you questioning looks. Eventually you saw him. Racetrack Higgins. You couldn’t help yourself. You ran and threw yourself into his arms. He was surprised at first, but as soon as he recognized you he hugged you back. It was too much for you. You started to cry.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently patting you on the back.
“I… I ran away.”
He pulled away to look at you, with tears streaming down your face, your eyes red and your nose running. You knew you must look like a mess, but at the moment, you didn’t care.
“Why?” he asked, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
“Spot got real mad at me ‘cause he found out we…” you hesitated, not sure that he wanted the others to hear. He took the hint and asked for a bit of privacy.
“So Spot got mad at you?” he asked once they were all in different rooms. You nodded.
“You… you wanna stay here for tonight?”
You looked up at him. “You mean it?”
He wiped away more of your tears. “Of course! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
You tackle-hugged him again, so thankful that he was here.
Twenty minutes later, and after much debate, you were in Race’s bed. He had insisted on sleeping on the floor. You tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Sometime, around midnight you guessed, it got really cold. You started shivering in your blankets, so you couldn’t imagine how Race was. You decided to check. You rolled over again and looked down to see him staring at the ceiling.
“Race,” you whispered. He looked at you. You pat the bed next to you. He didn’t hesitate; he climbed right in next to you. The poor boy was freezing! You moved closer to him to share your body heat, and he wrapped his arm around you.
Spot or no Spot, you thought to yourself, there’s nothing that could take this boy away from you.
#Newsies#newsies x reader#Race#Racetrack#Racetrack higgens#Race higgins#Racetrack x reader#Race x reader#spot conlon#x reader
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So I came up with an idea for a newsies social media au! Like Katherine is a blogger and writer YouTuber while jack is an artist on YouTube but him and the boys make YouTube vlogs and like they spend the night at different places. Idk but I’m thinking about writing it.
Tell me what you guys think 🥰🥰
#jack kelly#jeremy jordan#katherine plumber#newsies#broadway#social media au#kara linsday#weird idea#writing#might do it#jatherine#racetrack higgens#spot conlon
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"Well you seen Spot Conlon, right? 🥹" followed by the most heartbroken, pained expression and "maybe we should just put this off for a few days-" with so much fear in his voice after Race finds out that Brooklyn wasn't coming basically confirms Sprace for me
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#patt's art#fanart#newsies fanart#newsies#spot colon#racetrack higgens#racetrack higgens fanart#thimking abt opening comsions#guh wuh huh buh#fhsdsf#some doodles of newsies stuff bc i rewatched the brodway one#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Hi hello! If ever a younger newsie has a nightmare, Racetrack's the first one they'll go to, the lad shifting over in his bunk to let them lay with him. Racer always has stories to tell to take their mind off of things and has the most patience with them if they're super upset about said nightmare, treking down to the kitchen for a glass of water for then and rubbing their back, "s'alright, you're alright now", sometimes he'll stay up all night just to 'protect' them while they sleep ♡
from the bottom of my heart I need you to know that this is the single greatest thing I’ve ever read and I might cry over how cute this is!!! I love Race being a soft big brother to the newsies you 100% just made my night 💖💖💖
(also if I ever get my shit together enough to write, would you be alright with me using this in fics?)
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1 for the angst prompts
1. The screams all sound the same
WARNING: THIS IS GOREY, SCROLL PAST IF THIS IS TRIGGERING OR SQUICKING
Warnings: Gore, broken leg, graphic description of gore, blood, child abuse, and general injury
Word count: 338
Ship: Mild Sprace at the end
Note: This was fun. If you didn't know, I like blood and guts.
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Sometimes, Race had nightmares. Horrible, horrible nightmares. Nightmares of everything awful that had happened to him over the course of his short life.
This night, as it was with many others, was of the Refuge.
Faceless guards beat him senseless. Screams from every direction. A sharp, dragging pain through his legs. He couldn't look down. He knew what he would see. He knew what happened next, his bones would-
His leg snapped in half with a crackle and snap, like the breaking of a twig. Followed by the ripping of flesh. Race screamed and screamed and he felt so cold. He felt colder than he ever had before. The warmth leaked out of him around the red stained bone jutting out from his leg like a half-felled tree. The way his lower leg was bent was like he'd developed a second knee.
His screams faded to desperate wails, begging for help around sobs of pain. He knew he wouldn't last very long like this. But his cries just faded in with the other screams. He was one voice in thousands.
Racetrack woke up with a start, breathing hard and reaching for the leg he knew wasn't there. Spot stirred beside him, eyes clouded with sleep.
"Racer?" The shorter boy asked quietly, reaching for Race's hand.
Race took a shuddering breath. "Sometimes… Sometimes the screams all sound the same. My screams sound the same." He whispered.
Spot pulled his boyfriend closer. "I won't let that bastard get near you again." He promised. He had his own nightmares of the Refuge, but Race's multiple visits left him shaken and truamatized. And as much as Spot sympathized, there was one thing he knew he could never fully understand.
That when Race had cried out when his leg was broken beyond repair, his screams had mixed with others. No one had heard him. No one had helped.
And that was what ultimately shattered Race then. He was just one voice in many in that hell hole. And he would never be rescued.
#tw: gore#tw: blood#tw: graphic violence#tw: graphic injury#tw: child abuse#Look this is very gorey#newsies#sprace#Racetrack Higgens#Racetrack newsies#If I over tagged it#Good
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