#dustywritesfluff

Thank you so much for the prompt I hope this is nice for you!

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It had been a long day. Another meeting about budget cuts just about sent Medda over the edge. And if looks could kill Principal Pulitzer would be dead twice over. She didn’t dare tell her students any of the news, she had just announced their fall play earlier that week and she couldn’t yet see the change in their smiling faces yet.

Medda unlocked the apartment door and was met by the best smell in the world: freshly baked banana bread with a hint of vanilla.

“Medda!” Came a happy cry from the kitchen, followed by a beautiful red-headed woman who made everyday worth it. Hannah ran through the doorway and hugged her wife. “How was your day? You’re home late. Come, come sit down, you look exhausted.” She grabbed Medda’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen table, a piece of bread already waiting on a small plate.

“Thank you,” Medda said with a soft smile. With a small sigh she ripped of a tiny piece of the bread.

Hannah frowned, “What’s wrong?”

Medda’s lip trembled and for not the first time today she let tears fall, “they’re cutting the budget. Again!” He wiped her tears and took a breath to calm herself. “I can’t break those kid’s hearts again. I can’t.” She shook her head and buried her face in her hands.

Hannah swallowed and took a seat next to her, putting an arm around her shoulders “You’ll get through it. You all always do. The kids are so good. Remember last year?” Medda chuckled. They put in Fiddler on the Roof when their budget was cut and the kids all had to creat their own costumes, which caused for some interesting beards.

“But they deserve so much better,” Medda insisted. “We have a new boy, Romeo, at least that’s what the other kids called him and I’m not going to argue, anyway he just seems like he found his place here. Just two weeks ago I couldn’t get him to say a word! But now he’s chatting up a storm. How am I supposed to tell him her hardly have money to do any performance?”

Hannah rubbed Medda’s back slowly, “Dont tell them yet. I’m sure we’ll figure something out. In the mean time, banana bread” she pushed the plate forward. Medda smiled and took a bite.

She hummed happily, “Hannah, I don’t think anyone’s ever made better bread.” She said and took another bite.

“Good food can ease the worst news,” Hannah hummed and took a bite herself.

Medda nodded, “That it can.” She looked up, “Wait! That’s it!” She hugged Hannah tightly. “You’re a genius!”

Hannah laughed and hugged back, “What? How? Good!”

“Food! That’s something. A bake sale. Or something. Let’s earn the money!” Medda clapped her hands together and stood up. “I have so much to do!”

Hannah stood and kissed her cheek, “Then I better start baking.”

Medda kisses her back and ran to her computer. “This is going to work. I know it,” she said mostly to herself as she started typing out an email.

(I’m so sorry this took so long aaaahhhh)

BUT YES OF COURSE I have Blush headcanons, who doesn’t!!?!? Let’s get to it and do it!!

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-Canon Era btw

- Mush is naturally a very touchy person so it’s not strange to anyone when he starts flinging his arms around Blink or leaning into him at the deli

- He likes to act all tough and be the brawn of the group (he is incredibly strong) but if your on his good side (and most Manhattaners are) he’s a big teddy bear

- What IS strange is when Blink doesn’t shove Mush away

-And What’s even WEIRDER is when BLINK initiates the touch

-He’s always been very defensive about personal space but for some reason that doesn’t apply to Mush

- If anyone asks him about it he’ll just shove it off and tell whoever asked to mind their own business

- But anyone can see how much more relaxed he is around Mush

-Blink smiles more, laughs more, and actually looks up at people instead of at the ground.

- Mush is the only person to make him truly laugh. Like those big belly laughs, the kind that make everyone else around you want to laugh too.

- “You should laugh more often Blink, you light up the whole room,” Mush says one night after they leave the deli

-“Yeah, well, people should be funnier more often and maybe I would” he scoffs, kicking a loose pebble

-“Oh come on, Elmer stuck four spoons to his face yesterday! That’s hilarious and you didn’t even crack a smile”

- “Yeah, well, Elmer ain’t you” Blink mumbles

-“Well duh, I’m the only me dummy” Mush chuckles and playfully shoves his shoulder

- Blink wraps his hands in his hair “No, it’s not just that it’s- ugh never mind”

- at this point they’ve stopped walking, a rare frown painted on Mush’s face.

-“What do you mean Blink? You can tell me”

- Blink hurriedly looks around and proceeds to yank Mush by the collar into a nearby alleyway

- he shoves him gently against the brick wall and breathes heavily

-“You- you’se just so amazing and when I’m with you my stomach gets all twisty and gitty and I can’t help but smile. And I- I think- I um”

-“You What Louis?”

-“I think I like you. Like- like you like you. And I know that’s stupid and I’m sorry a-“

-Mush cuts him off by placing a hand gently against his cheek

-“Tell me if this isn’t okay” Mush says, but it hardly comes out as more than a whisper

- And he closers the gab between them, his soft lips connecting with Blinks gently

- after a Moment they break apart smiling

- And Blink stares at Mush’s face illuminated only by a dim streetlight

- And it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

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I hope you enjoyed! THANK YOU for the request

Why, thank you for asking Anon! It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.

NOW *Cracks knuckles* (owowowowow) Buckle up Boys this’ll be fun!

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JoJo Is LEFT HANDED !!

- But it’s not easy growing up in the Catholic faith and being left handed

- Because the left hand is the hand of the devil and would not be tolerated

- So growing up in the church in Harlem, whenever Jojo was caught writing or eating or doing anything with his left hand he would be immediately punished

- The punishment varied between being slapped on the hand with a ruler, whipped with a belt, and being sent to bed without supper. Sometimes it was more severe, but it was never easier.

- But his left hand always ends up being tied behind his back.

- He’s forced to memorize, recite, and transcribe the Bible Verse Matthew 25:31-33

“When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.”

- He can still recite it at a moment’s notice.

- In both English and Latin

- He tried so hard to be “normal”

- To do everything with his right hand

- But it just didn’t work. He couldn’t make it do what he wanted it to.

- When Jojo finally found his new home in Manhattan, he continued to try and use his right hand.

- Not that he did much with it anyway except use a spoon

- The first day Mike sees Jojo use his left hand he’s writing in a journal in the bunkroom about three months after he joined the newsies

- Jojo doesn’t notice when Mike walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder

- Completely startled Jojo immediately drops the pencil and his heart starts racing

- “Forgive me Sister, Cum autem venerit Filius hominis in gloria su-”

- “Jojo?”

- He turns frantic, tears beginning to spill from the corners of his eyes and his hands quivering

- “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”  

- “I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to- I”

- Mike wraps him in a tight hug, confused as to why his friend is apologizing, but he decides not to question it.

- It’s not until much later that Jojo tells the whole story.

- The first time Jojo sees Jack using his left hand he is Stunned!

- He seemed to do it so care free and none of the other newsies said anything about it either.

- “Are you possessed by the devil too?”

- Jack just chuckles “Nah, kid. Well, depending on who you ask maybe. But none of that matters here. No one cares if you use your right hand or your left or your toes!”

- Jojo smiles at that, “So I’m not going to Hell?”

- “Not by a long shot, kiddo.”

- Jojo is still weary about using his left hand. But he feels like he could face the devil if he has his brothers by his side.

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Wew that was long! Thank you for asking!! I LOVED writing this. So, Anyone who wants to hear more of these Headcanons of mine, leave an ask. I’m ALWAYS hear to answer or listen.

I LOVE your Newsie questions!!! (Are these HCs?? Do I do headcanons now?! Yeah, sure! Why not!!)

-Buttons is blue/yellow colorblind.

- So his blues are more like greens and his yellows look like a light tanish color.

- he never liked green.

- So even in his small collection of buttons, he’d avoid using the “different green” ones

- Elmer loses a button off his vest one day and asks Buttons to replace it.

- Buttons lets him dig around through his button pouch (something he doesn’t let ANY other Newsie do) until he finds one he likes

-“Check these out!”

-“Oh, no you don’t want that one. It’s hideous!”

- “what do you have against the color blue?”

- Buttons’ brow creases, “What are you talking about? These are green. Ugly, mucky green. Like my eyes.”

-He holds up the buttons next to his eyes for emphasis.

- “Uh, Buttons. Your eyes are blue. And they’re beautiful”

- Buttons might not be able to see blue, but he could very clearly see in his reflection in the mirror behind Elmer the deep shade of red his cheeks became.

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Artwork done by: @romeo-in-a-trenchcoat 

Everyone got say hi to her because she’s AMAZING!!

It’s suuuuuuper late here too but I had a bad day and can’t sleep so I’m distracting myself by writing these! So thank you for requesting!! Another open ended HC I see. Let’s see what I can do!!:)

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-Canon Era whoop

- So when the two boys started seeing each other Race refused to stay the night in Brooklyn

-“I have to be up for the bell anyway”

- “all my stuff is in Manhattan”

- “I have to help with the littles”

-“Jack’d kill me”

- And for a while Spot accepted these excuses, but after a while he got more and more suspicious

- sure Race was Manhattans second, but surely they could go a morning or two a month without him

- But one night after their weekly poker game in Brooklyn there was a terrible storm

- “There’s no way in hell Im letting you cross that bridge in this weather”

- “It’s just a little rain Spotty I’ll be okay”

- Cue thunder and lightening

-“Nope, you’re staying here. End of discussion”

- So they all get ready for bed

- But Race Just stands there awkwardly

-“You can share my bed. It’s okay. A bunch of the guys do”

-“Huh? Oh yeah. Okay”

-And they crawl into bed together.

- They lay back to back- Spot is still unsure as to how Race feels about this situation

- As the night goes on Spot realizes that Race’s breaths never evens out.

- And He’s stiff as a board

- Spot rolls over and places a hand on his shoulder “Hey Race, you alright”

- a muffled response

-“What?”

-“I can’t sleep” Race suddenly flips over to his other side, causing the entire bunk to shake, “I can’t never sleep. I don’t know what it is but my brain won’t shut down and I can’t relax until too late and I’m really sorry but I didn’t want to make you go through it. Usually in Manhattan I just walk around the lodge or outside or something”

- Spot hums understandingly.

- “it’s okay, really. You can walk around if you want. Or go by a window or something”

-“No it’s okay. I don’t wanna wake anyone. I know all the guys at the lodge. So I know who to avoid and who won’t care about noise. Here it’s different. I don’t know them”

-“Well, come here then” Spot rolls into his back and holds out his arms “lets at least try to get you relaxed if nothing else”

-Race scoots closer until his head and chest are resting on Spots torso.

-Spot wraps his arms around him and gently rubs his back.

-And softly he starts to sing

-Roses love sunshine, violets love dew. Angels in heaven know I love you. Know I love you, dear, know I love you. Angels in heaven, know I love you. Writing this letter, containing three lines. Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"”Will you be mine, dear, will you be mine?” Answer my question, "Will you be mine?"

-And Race’s breathing evens

-“Race? Racer?”

- And Race is fast asleep

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Gaw the fluff! That song is an old lullaby that I just researched a bit. But it’s super cute isn’t it!?

Thank you for the request! Maybe now we both can go to sleep haha

I’m not sure exactly what they’re call either Anon, but I’m HAPPY TO ACCOMADATE!! And you are so right it’s COMPLETELY under appreciated!!

So let’s go!!

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-Canon Era in case you guys haven’t figured out what I do with these yet haha

- Cruchie wasn’t sure about the new gangly boy who showed up one random July morning

- But hendidnt have too much time to figure it out with the whole Strike and going to the Refuge thing.

- At first when he returns he’s jealous of the boy who was only here a short while but weaseled his way into everyone’s lives

-But after a few weeks of knowing Crutchie quickly understood why

- The way Davey helped all the boys read the paper

-And he interacted with the littles with such practiced ease

-And his smile

-Oh his smile. Crutchie would have sold all his belongings if he could just see that smile all day.

- they quickly become good friends and Cruchie learns why they call him the Walking Mouth

-When he gets on a topic he’ll talk for hours

-And Crutchie will jus sit and listen. He’ll contribute when he can. But he listens really well.

- And Davey is Enamored.

-No ones ever listened to him like Crutchie does.

- And he actually seems interested in what he has to say.

-Davey loans Crutchie some of his books

-And Crutchie goes through them super quickly.

- One night theyre sitting in Davey’s room and Cructchie falls asleep with the book over his chest

-And he looks absolutely heavenly

-Before Davey even knows what he’s doing he brushes away his bangs and kisses Cruchie’s forehead

-And at that moment Cructies eyes flutter open to see Davey hovering over him, his eyes wide with fear.

-Once Crutchie realizes what happened he just smiles, pushes himself up and captures Davey’s lips with his own.

-“You dont know how long I’ve been waiting to do that”

- Davey blushes and pulls Crutchie tight.

-And that’s how they fall asleep

-And it’s the best Crutchie’s slept in years

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Ahh the fluff!! (I just couldn’t bare to make these two unhappy (at least not yet))

Thank you for requesting this!! It’s a relationship I very rarely see but I’m always happy to fill those voids!!!

Let’s get some good old fashioned headcanons in before the night is over shall we!!

Jack Kelly is Left Handed! I’ll scream it from the rooftops (don’t @ me with all the “source material” pssshhhhhh)

-The newsies very rarely ever see Jack write anything

-he’s just much better at expressing himself through artwork or just being super vocal

- But it’s also because he always smears the words and it frustrates him so much

-like, how can he make these beautiful drawings and then not be able to do stupid words correctly!!

-He stills tries though at night

-Crutchie wakes up in the penthouse one night to Jack screaming and nearly chucking (yet another) pencil off the side of the building

-“What’s the matter Jacky?”

-“Crutchie the words-AH- they just- they don’t look right. And then They get everywhere anyways!”

- Crutchie takes a look at the sketchbook and he’s right. He can hardly see the words underneath the heavy gray blurs.

-“Well, have you ever tried writing the other way?”

-“What are you on about?”

-“Like, I’m right handed, so I start my sentences on the left and go right so I don’t smear”

-“Uh huh”

-“So why don’t you start your sentences on the right and go left?”

-“But that’s not how it’s supposed to be done though.”

-“And since when has Jack Kelly ever cared about the way something’s ‘Supposed to be done’?”

-Jack smiles that goofy smile so rarely seen during the day and tries it, leaving behind a clean line of text.

-?uoy tuohtiw od I dluow tahW

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Also Jojo is left handed but this HC is getting long so I’ll stop here. If anyone wants to hear about my boy Jojo though, my inbox is ALWAYS open.

ALWAYS be that person Anon ALWAYS!!! You left this VEEREDRRRY open ended Anon but I’m prepared and ready to go with it. WHOOP!!

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- Canon Era BTW

- Race is always the first one awake in the lodging house

- But it’s not so that he can get everyone else up (because that’s Jacks job bleh) but it’s so that he can have a spare moment to just stare at Albert

-because Albert is the Uglist sleeper and Race thinks it’s ADORABLE

- I’m talking limbs splayed everywhere, drool, ugly snore, the whole nine yards

-But Race can’t help but fall more in love with him every morning

-Albert also always has the craziest dreams

- Of which he describes to Race (And the rest of the Newsies quite loudly) every morning

- On their way to the square they’ll often “forget” on of their hats or boots or paper bags and have to run back to the lodge to get it

-Why do they both have to go?

-“it’s the buddy system. Fer ummm, safety purposes”

-“Yeah Yeah. For Safety”

- They never go all the way back to the lodge otherwise they’d be late to grab their papers

- This couple is SUPER big into “I thought of you” gifts

- not usually something bought but sometimes it’s a oddly shaped stone, or a bottlecap, or a flower

-(Race got to be good friends with one of the flower vender’s daughters who will give him flowers that are about to go bad)

-“Whoever this girl is, she’s a lucky one” She’ll always say

- And Race will sigh and his cheeks will turn red “Yeah, yeah and I’m not letting them go”

- Albert is the BIGGEST blusher there is.

- He’s not good at hiding his feeling or anything so even if he just meets Race’s eyes across the table the right way he’ll go flushed immediately

- Albert is one of the only people who’ll be able to keep Race in check

-Race is really bad with saving money and gambling it away until Albert talks to him about it.

- “Just think Race, one day we can rent a room together. And it’ll be just you and me. But theyre expensive so I’m starting to save now”

- And that snaps Race into a reality where they can be together.

- He hasn’t stopped betting completely but he’s a lot better now and any money he wins goes directly into a savings sock under his bed.

- They are both super touchy feely people. So even in public their arms or legs are draped over each other and no one bats an eye.

- “We are just really REALLY good friends” Race says

-And Albert blushes

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THANK YOU! I know this seems a bit Ooc for them, but I wanted to write them a bit differently than just two bouncing boyos who reek havoc (which they do. Often) but they are also super sweet!