#newsies ocs

[metallicmikus]

i’m back with more newsies sketches!!!!!

[newsiesrewritten]

NR Staten Island

Staten Island is the middle ground between Manhattan and Bronx, unified but undoubtedly scrappy. When Bucky announced his take over, they’ve divided themselves by whether they supported it or not. Many newsies gained an arrogant and pretentious attitude out of pride of being seen as Brooklyn related or out of fear of Bucky.

After Bucky’s reign, Spot took control of Staten Island and took on the task of straighten the borough out. He assigned a newsie named Aussie as a borough leader and routinely checks on Staten Island to make sure no Bucky supporters are left around without a harsh warning.

Aussie is doing wonderfully in her new position, trying her best to make sure her borough stays together and her adventurous soul gives her an open mind to new ideas to implement into Staten Island’s ways. Her groups are larger for safety in numbers accompanied by a few Brooklyn muscle that Spot has left over on occasion.

Staten Island is supposed to be wearing green. Supposed as in many still wear red to match Brooklyn in support of Bucky’s reign and out of fear Bucky’s supporters in Staten will jump those who transition back to green.

Credits: Aussie and her second, Bee are newsies made by @sundaymorningtvu and @the-racer respectively!

If you want to get your newsie featured in the Newsies Rewrite, put their name, personality, and some info about them in the Newsies Ask Column! I’m looking for any newsie who isn’t a Manhattanite to balance the boroughs!

[flinttflakes]

i love my newsie ocs i really do.. but none of them are newsies. none of them. one of them would literally rather die than be a newsie.

[riding-palominos-every-day]

My Newsies OCs!

Fidget (real name Oliver Fairfax, age 14): Deaf-mute, uses ASL to communicate. He spent most of his life in the Refuge until its closure, upon which he joined the Lower Manhattan newsies. He tries to remain optimistic for others, sometimes too much in situations where it's not called for. In the Refuge he was called Fidget because of his "fidgety hands" (sign language), but the newsies say they call him it because of his love of dancing.

Twist (real name Edward Bailey, age 19): Used to be a reckless daredevil before a nasty fall from a fire escape that permanently damaged his leg. He found work in the Lower Manhattan distribution yard moving papers. He ends up working with Oscar, Morris and Otto a lot, who he enjoys messing (and sometimes making genuine conversation) with. The newsies gave him his name for his leg, although it took some time (and a discussion with Crutchie) before he was happy with it.

[spinningerster]

okay anyone w/ocs reblog this with how your ocs got their newsie nickname! I'll start:

birdy {manhattan} - wakes up super early like before everyone else (she's a light sleeper)

signal {manhattan} she's deaf and uses hand signals to communicate w/the others (I imagine that within canon the newsies may not have had access to learn sign language so they kinda just made up their own language of different hand gestures, pls lmk if thats not accurate tho! also shoutout to my friend luke who helped come up with the name)

minx {brooklyn} - grew up on the streets and is a skilled pickpocketer, spot called her a 'sly little minx' when the brooklyn newsies learned about her sneaky talent

[love-pyramus]

Spot Conlon

So- here we are- nearly been a year but- lets get it yuhhhhh-

WC: 1528

Warnings: Just like- the generic ghosty shit and death

@joshkatz @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit @awstenthegreatest​ @logic-cat​ @christian-sings-the-eulogy​ @mushe-room​

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Evening of April 19th

The evening breeze was cool as Shane and Ryan walked to the Brooklyn lodge. They were back in New York for a shoot, investigating St Marks Church, and decided to visit the two ghosts they had become fond of. The edited video they’d posted about the two had gained more attention than usual, with so much evidence that comments were flooding in, asking for a reinvestigation. 

With the two having never actually investigated the Brooklyn lodge, it couldn’t hurt to map out the site and see if there was enough here to record a video with more evidence, as most of the interactions in the Manhattan lodge, while having been supernatural, would’ve tugged on Ryan’s conscience. He’d never expected to meet ghosts with such a personality, and according to Shane, such a sadness. Showing that on camera wouldn't have felt right, no matter how many views it got. 

If Mouse and King didn’t appear, the lodge may actually make for a good video. Spot Conlon was faint, even to Shane, so the cameras wouldn’t be able to pick him up. And if they got a small apparition on the static cam, that would be alright too. 

As they walked through the lodge, Shane sighed as he could feel the projection of anger. He couldn’t pinpoint if it was Mouse or King around, all he could tell, or so he thought, was that it wasn’t both. 

“Mouse? King? Who’s there?” He called, looking around. It was possible one of the spirits had just left and their feeling was lingering in the air. As far as Shane knew, Mouse and King tried avoiding the Brooklyn lodge. So why would they be here?

“Leave.”

The command was hissed, though the voice didn’t have King’s rasp, nor was it deep enough. So Mouse, then.

“Mouse? You in here?” Shane called again, scanning around. Behind him, Ryan was looking around wildly. Shane didn’t blame him, the atmosphere in the lodge was so tense that he wouldn’t be shocked if Ryan could feel it. 

“Leave!” 

The hiss came again, angrier this time, leaving Ryan about to bolt. The spirit here was angry, and part of him still feared, despite Shane’s insistence otherwise, that the two kids were possibly demons. 

Shane stayed where he was, looking around the empty lobby. “Are you up by the beds shortstack?”

“Dude-!” “Shut up and watch-”

Shanes taunt caused a figure to appear on the stairs, sat halfway up, glaring at the two men through the wooden slats. Her form was clearer than usual, the edges of the apparition clear and crisp. 

“Why’re you here Mouse? Why in this lodge?”

Ryan’s question was genuine, it was short, and it only made the glare on Mouse’s face grow as she responded. 

“King wanted to come here.” 

King, Shane guessed, was probably not on the mortal plane at the moment. His spirit could be here, but he couldn’t feel the usual feelings the two ghosts put out. They were both angry, and when their spirits combined, hatred rated from them in waves. Another thing he wouldn’t be shocked if Ryan could sense. 

But the more he thought about it, the more the lonely feeling hanging around didn’t feel like Spot. It felt different, like hatred that had finally given up. 

The figure on the stairs stood up, beginning to walk to the bunk room. Shane tilted his head, before beginning to follow, Ryan making a small protest before hesitantly following. 

In the bunks, King was sitting on an old bunk in the corner, Mouse sitting next to him, though still giving distance. He was forlornly staring at the bunk across from him, like he was waiting for someone who may never arrive. 

And truly, the former inhabitant may never arrive. He used to sleep on that bunk, and on sleepless nights, King would watch Bruiser's face. The way it changed if he was having a different type of dream, the way his hair would fall in front of his face, only to be blown back up by his exhale. 

But now the bunk sat empty and cold, each gust of warm wind sending creaks through the house. 

Looking through all the documented information on the two, Ryan realized, possibly at a very untimely moment, that there was nothing on how the two had met. Yet they were so close, and there was hardly anything documenting how long they had known each other. 

“King? Mouse?” 

He could swear that he felt his heart stop as both of the ghosts put their full focus on him, taking a breath as the warm air chilled. 

“How did you two meet?” 

The question was innocent, at least in Ryans mind, but Mouse’s glare only deepened, and King’s look only got sadder.  

From behind him, Shane could feel another ghost appear, that melancholy loneliness he’d learned was attributed to Spot Conlon. Maybe he had something to do with it.

Mouse sighed as Jack dragged her along to the Brooklyn docks. She didn’t want to be here. She’d much rather be in the bunk house, or out selling, but apparently getting into her third fight that week meant that she had to stay at Jack’s side. Absolute bullshit if you asked her. 

As Jack spoke with Spot, Mouse took a seat on one of the boxes. As she did, she heard some laughter behind her, turning to see a boy, much taller than her, but probably not much older. He was chuckling as he looked at her, so Mouse stood on her box facing him, a slight glare on her face as she landed a quick punch into the boys eye. 

She heard her name from Jack, a reprimand, before rolling her eyes and taking her seat on the box again. 

“You alright King?” Someone shouted, and Mouse sighed. Must be the boys name. King. Fitting for the ego he seemed to have. 

Spot had been the one who had called his name. And now Spot was standing behind the ghost hunters, staring at the two as they sat on the bed.

It seemed the ghosts on the bed could feel it too, or maybe see Spot through Shane, as King looked at his hands as if they were the most interesting things to have existed, and Mouse was glaring right through Shane. 

“Leave!” 

Mouse’s voice was less of a hiss this time, and no longer directed at the two ghost hunters. It was a barked command, like she was giving the person she was speaking to no choice. 

The word didn’t seem to have any effect though, and Ryan was able to see Spot as he walked towards the bunk. 

Ryan had always feared ghosts would become violent if something from their past was brought up, or if an object brought to them triggered a strong enough memory to create a surge of emotion. What he had never expected was that when ghosts attack each other, it could look so terrifying. 

Mouse had gotten up from her place on the bunk, pushing Spot away, actually making solid contact with him instead of passing through him, like her form did for many solid things. She began to fight like he had heard she used to when alive. 

Her form, that was probably the most terrifying thing to Ryan. The edges of the apparition were hazy, like he was watching a bad projection, and her shirt was covered with a steadily spreading bloodstain, blood began to drip out of her mouth as she screamed. 

From the bed, hacking coughs came from King, flower petals made of plasma dropping onto the floor as Mouse continued her screaming. Shane rushed to pull Ryan farther away from the fight, although he didn’t have to. Seconds after he did, Spot’s form vanished, Mouse finding her way back to the bed. Her form was flickering, King’s coughs still hacking, but he reached to hold onto Mouse as she sat.  

So when she slipped off the bed, laying on the ground with blood splattering out of her mouth, King went with her, seeming as though he was holding his breath to keep the flowers back as he tried to comfort her. 

“Shortie-? No, don’t- please- don’t-”

King’s voice was desperate as Mouse continued to choke, before the apparition went still and began to fade. King’s coughs and own choking only got worse as he tried shaking the faint ghost, flowers and petals beginning to fall to the floor through the ghost. 

King collapsed next to her soon after, still attempting to shake the ghost next to him. But soon his apparition fell still as well, both of them fading, Mouse vanishing a few minutes before King. 

As they did, Spot reappeared before kneeling by the pooling plasma, bowing his head. His voice was too soft for Shane and Ryan to hear, which shocked Shane. He strained to hear, only picking up what he believed to be an “I’m sorry.”

“Spot?” 

The ghost didn’t turn to look at Shane, only bowing his head further before vanishing. 

Shane sighed. 

“If you want to shoot a video here, go ahead. Those three aren’t showing up again tonight.”

[freeasfishes]

@newsiestober2022 Day 5 - OC

My OC, Frog, dressed as a froggy!

[ask-the-richmond-newsies]

Week one

1/1/24 - Chickadee

Chickadee sat on the front steps of the lodging house, whittling away at a large stick she had found on her way home from selling papers. It was a solid, sturdy stick. The kind that would be good for trailing along fence posts on your walk home. As she sits there, she peels the bark off the stick with her knife, imagining what hidden gem is trapped within its wood. She decides on a delicate design that would work well with the thickness of the stick. A crane would do nicely, she thought. As she sits there and carves away all the parts of the stick that are not the crane, she lets her mind wander. Lets it take a chance to let go of it’s thoughts and just be. The act of whittling just eases her mind. Whittling was a skill she learned from her father when she was very young. She’s technically self-taught as her father only showed her the basics while everything else she had to figure out herself. But she still credits her father for it. Whittling makes her feel closer to her father. She misses him dearly but their shared hobby has become like her pathway to remember him by.

1/2/24 Tommy

Tommy sat back comfortably in his chair as he watched the new Mrs. Russo crochet. She was beautiful in every way. The way her chestnut hair laid delicately on her shoulders, the way her eyes twinkled in the firelight, the way her nose crinkled in concentration as she tried to fix a dropped stitch. He was absolutely enamored by her. He often wondered to himself how he got so lucky as to have found Emily. Whatever he did to deserve such a gift, he would gladly do it again. She was his whole world and he couldn’t be more excited to start this new chapter of their lives together.

1/3/24 Ticker

Ticker looked over at Chickadee from across the room, playing cards with some of the other boys. He couldn’t believe that tomorrow was her thirteenth birthday. How could this little girl that he helped raise from the time she was six now be a teenager? How has his baby sister turned into such a strong, intelligent, charismatic, beautiful young lady? He wonders how much of it was actually due to his “parenting” skills and how much it had to do with just who she was always meant to be. He wonders how different she may have turned out if they both just got to be kids. If their parents, or even just one parent, had lived. Would she have been a proper young lady who wears dresses and goes to afternoon tea and needlepoints on the sofa to pass the time? He wonders how much smarter she would be with a proper education, instead of just what he could teach her from library books. Though, she is still quick as whip even now. And she’s strong. So much stronger than he wishes she would’ve had to have been. But he knows that thinking about the “what ifs” in life does nothing to help anyone. So he decides not to dwell. He loves her sister just as she is and he’s so proud of the young woman she has become.

1/4/24 Pockets

It wasn’t his fault that Pockets had sticky fingers and an appreciation for shiny things. He just liked small trinkets that sparkles and he just happened to have the perfect place for it every time! There was a reason he had so many pockets sewn into his close and why his name was what it was. Though he didn’t like to think of himself as a thief. He preferred to think of himself as a collector. The police officer that was dragging him off to the Refuge, however, had a difference of opinion.

1/5/24 Gills

Gills loved the ocean. The feeling of the cool water felt refreshing to both his body and soul. His own buoyancy making him feel weightless. The feeling of freedom it somehow provided. There was a great big world of out there for him to explore with ocean spreading across the horizon as far as the eye could see. The ocean felt like and friend and potential adversary. The ocean was beautiful but it was dangerous. Just like the best kind of woman. (Or so some may think.) Gills knew the dangers of such beauty and was always, and will continue to be, respectful of this force of nature.

1/6/24 Sniffer

No one really know how Sniffer “has a guy” for everything. He just always knows somebody who can get what he needs or can put him in contact with someone who can. Perhaps people just help him because he has a certain charm to him or perhaps he has dirt on them or perhaps, and the most likely explanation, is that he did one favor for someone and they owed him one and then that happened again and again until it snowballed. Suddenly he has lots of people who owe him favors and lots of people who he did favors for that now will help him with whatever he needs as gratitude. Sometimes the favors are small and sometimes they’re huge. But either way, Sniffer ain’t complaining. If someone needs help, he’s got them covered. But they may owe him one.

1/7/24 Mouth

Even though he loved his family dearly, it was sometimes hard for Mouth growing up with 14 siblings. It was always a free-for-all at dinner time, it was always hard to get a word in edgewise (which is one of the reasons he talks so fast), and it was hard to have a moment alone. Moving from the farm to the Richmond lodging house and becoming a newsie was one of the best decisions he could have made. It allowed him the freedom to venture out on his own and not always be in competition with his siblings. He gets the chance to figure out who he is as a person but still help support his family as well with the money he sends back home. Sure he loves with just as many newsies as he has siblings but it’s different. A nice different.

Alrighty folks! There’s week one of blurbs! I would’ve posted last night but I fell asleep early after work. Anywho, these aren’t great and I didn’t really proof read. But considering I haven’t written anything in a year or two, it was nice practice! I hope you like them! Thanks for reading!

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Newsies OC Guide

OC Count: 12

Name: Hilda Beckett

Nickname: Birdie- She’s kinda a lookout for Staten Island and her signal that something’s happening or someone’s coming is a bird’s whistle

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Staten Island or Queens

Personality: Passionate, caring, (somewhat) easily irritable, street smart

Likes: Music, candy (on the rare occasion she can get it), Fall, her “sisters” (aka fellow newsies)

Dislikes: Summer, messes, lightning, competitions

Ship: Oscar Delancey

Name: Ava Fig (real last name unknown)

Nickname: Tinker- she has many skills when it comes to fixing things that she’s more than happy to put to use in order to profit from

Age: 15/16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Resourceful, witty, thoughtful, trustworthy, earnest

Likes: Fixing things, cloud watching, carriage rides, reading, good manners

Dislikes: Gender norms, heat, bright colors, sewing, fog

Note(s):

It’s unclear how she has so much knowledge about so many things (she’s not even sure she knows how), but nevertheless she alway puts it to use

While her main job is being a newsie, she’s also welcome to commissions from anyone needing her abilities and she’s gained a small bit of a reputation from it

In reference to the first dislike) I can just imagine one of the workers of the newspaper being told that a tinker is coming in to fix their machine and then a small 5’3/4 girl waltzing in with a tool belt and her weird ass goggles lmao

Ship: Darcy Reid

Name: Poppy (no last name)

Nickname: Poppy- she doesn’t actually know her real name or family

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Clever, loyal, intuitive, observant, kindhearted

Likes: Collecting things (little trinkets), sewing, music, rain, festivals

Dislikes: Being late, winter, excessive blood, roses, nitpicking

Notes:

She was raised in an orphanage until she was ten, when she eventually ran away and started her life as a newsie. She named herself Poppy after the flower

Ship: Davey Jacobs

Name: Hazel Rynn

Nickname: Gingersnap- Because of her red hair

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Moving pictures, trinket collecting, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

(In reference to the first like) she often sneaks into theaters to just watch moving pictures. She hasn’t been caught yet as far as she knows, but if she has been, they haven’t said anything to her

Ship: Spot Conlon

Name: Mavis Adler

Nickname: Nurse- she’s the unofficial nurse to the newsies

Age: 15

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Kind, intelligent, realistic, passionate, resourceful

Likes: Helping people, music, sunsets, cloud watching, Fall

Dislikes: Rainy days, thorns, sewing, closed spaces, messes

Notes:

As previously stated, Mavis had essentially become the nurse of the newsies. When she was super young she spent a lot of time sick in the hospital, and in her boredom of just sitting there she began learning whatever the nurses there would teach her.

She doesn’t really like talking about her past so that was just about all the other newsies knew about her

Ship: Elmer

Name: Alina Ewa Jacobi

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Waitress- Jacobi’s Deli

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Optimistic, sincere, funny, friendly, caring

Likes: Newsies, working at the deli, art, physical touch, Spring

Dislikes: Summer, being late, white roses, competition, no manners

Notes:

As implied by her name, she’s the daughter of Mr. Jacobi.

Ship: Mush Myers

Name: Ella Chastain

Nickname: Runner- she’s Spot’s messenger of sorts

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Brooklyn

Personality: Curious, carefree, positive, witty, kind

Likes: Mythology, dancing, sunrises, children, flowers

Dislikes: Fireworks, arguing, sitting still, swimming, negativity

Notes:

Ella isn’t quite Spot’s second in command per se, she’s more of his messenger. When he needs word to get to the other boroughs he sends her. She’s also a sort of mother/older sister to the other newsies (even the ones that are older than her).

She basically has most (if not all) the streets of the city memorized, so it’s a rare occasion that she ever gets lost.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Issa Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Inquisitive, realist, thoughtful, generous, careful

Likes: Reading, sweet scents, sunshine, picnics, baking

Dislikes: Darkness, rain, heights, sports, chalk

Notes:

Issa’s father is a jeweler. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Bonnie Morgan

Nickname: Baby- she’s considered everyone’s baby sister (even to those she’s older than)

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Passionate, caring, witty, gentle, optimistic

Likes: Helping others, sweets, flowers, sewing, moving pictures

Dislikes: Winter, rain, bugs, singing in front of others, loud noises

Ship: Racetrack Higgins

Name: Mia Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Carefree, kind, smart, amiable, adventurous

Likes: Drawing, stargazing, rain, writing stories, learning

Dislikes: Surprises, outdoors, sitting still, heavy clothes, competition

Notes:

If you can’t tell by the last name Mia is the sister of Issa. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Kid Blink

Name: Apricot Monroe

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: TBD

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Heights, trinkets, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

Ship: Finch

Full name: Lilith Larkin

Nickname: Lily

Age: 17

Occupation: Performer at Medda’s Theatre

Borough: Manhattan

Likes: Spring, adventures, singing, sunlight, dancing

Dislikes: Grumpiness, eggs, silence, darkness, rain

Personality: Carefree, passionate, loyal, ambitious, optimistic

Ship: Bill Hearst Jr

[starbucky-stuff]

btw… im planning on writing a series of fics on butter’s (my newsies oc) story

might do them in backwards order bc why not man

lmk if u guys are interested and i’ll post them here!!

[kellyscowboy]

so very very tempted to write a fic based around my harlem ocs...

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[newsiesrewritten]

okay the staten island leader!!

so my idea is this girl called bee. her name is belle but she really hates it and doesn't like people calling her that so they call her bee.

she's kinda tiny (like 5'1) but yells loud enough for people to think she's a grown ass man. she's a little quieter than everyone else around but is very well respected by her newsies so if she talks, she 100% is immediately listened to.

she ran away from home when she was 9. she was quickly found by the old staten leader who made her a newsie. she was immediately beloved by everyone around her because she's caring and kind, even if she's quiet. she took over when she was 13 when the old leader left.

she's very smart and very clever. makes jokes a lot that only her inner circle really hears. she's known by a lot of people around on the street because everyone sees her yelling out headlines. she gives food to the younger kids and helps them patch up their clothes. helps them read.

quiet but caring and sweet. she's well known and well liked. respected. she also runs staten island with a total iron fist and anyone who tries to mess with her newsies is fucked (nearly killed a brooklyn newsie that got into a fight with one of hers)

also. she is the only person spot has ever been scared of.

Last Announcement Before I Start Working on Borough Summaries

Now every Staten Island leader needs her second, what’s a bark without a bite? What’s a person who floats like a butterfly without their person who stings like a Bee? Even Spot has muscle to help him around the borough. Jumping to defend Staten Island’s honor and denouncing Bucky any chance she got, Bee rose through the ranks of Staten Island and managed to sink her teeth into a position as Aussie’s second (much too Spot’s horror.)

Welcome Bee to our Newsies Rewrite Cast! Keep sending in Newsies for other boroughs as Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, and the Bronx are severely lacking at the moment!

[miryum]

You know I love you (Spot Conlon x Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts forever

Warnings: Not proof-read, a sentence about a fist-fight, bruising

Remy tugged on your skirt. “Hey- Hey Y/n?” His voice was quiet and nervous.

“Yeah, bud?” Something was off in the usually lively and energetic boy. You scooped him up, bringing him to eye level. 

Remy looked down, avoiding your gaze. “Could I please have one of your apples?” 

“Of course,” you walked over to the small kitchen in the Brooklyn boarding house and picked an apple off of the counter. “Why? Did you spend all your money on toys again?” 

“Um, no.” Remy said, “I lost it.”

“You lost your money?” You frowned. Every newsboy bag had a special pouch for coins, its sole purpose being not to lose the pennies and nickels. “Where’s your bag?”

“I lost that too,” Remy mumbled.

With those words, you immediately knew that he was lying. The first thing a newsboy learns is to not lose his bag. It holds his papers and earned money- the most important things in a newsboy's life. What didn’t help your suspicion was that every younger boy was paired with an older, tougher, more experienced one. You made sure of that early on, pestering Spot until he relented (to be truthful, Spot had caved easily). Someone should’ve been watching Remy. 

“Who was with you?” You asked him. “Was it Patches?” Remy nodded and you gave a nod back. “Okay, you stay here and eat your apple. I gotta go talk to Patches really quickly.”

“Okay!” Remy looked happier now that he was out of your scrutiny and concern.

You scanned the room, seeing Patches stretched out on a couch, listening to Cal read a book. You weaved through the boys, hopping over legs and stepping over arms. You loved your newsie family and you would do anything for them. The scene of everyone relaxing after a long day warmed your heart. You knew that these boys would do anything for you and each other. 

You sat down on Patches’s legs, making him groan and kick your side. “I come in peace,” you said. 

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s up?”

“You sold with Remy today, right?” He nodded in confirmation. You continued, “did you see him lose his bag?”

“He lost his bag?” Patches sat up, now invested in the conversation. “He told me that he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping.”

“Crackers was selling on Clermont Street,” you said slowly. “Weren’t you guys selling by Hicks and Clark?” 

Patches nodded, watching the concern on your face grow. “When did he tell you this?” You felt like you were interrogating the poor boy, but at the same time, you needed to know what happened. 

“I know Remy had his bag at four thirty. I remember him coming up to me and telling me about a guy who paid him double. I didn’t see him again until five.” 

“I’m going to try and get him to tell me the truth,” you stated. “Thanks Patches.” 

“Anytime.” 

You went back to the kitchen, finding Remy sitting on the counter, eating the apple to the core. But, before you could make it to the small child, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing there was only one boy who would dare do that, you relaxed into your boyfriend. 

“Hey, Spotty,” you said quietly. 

“Hey, doll,” Spot replied softly. “How was your day?”

“You were with me for most of it,” you pointed out, referencing how Spot only let you sell with him.

“Yeah, but I got pulled away at the end.” Indeed, Fisher had needed Spot’s help with something before the selling day had ended, leaving you alone to pawn off the last few of your papers.

“It was alright,” you turned in his arms, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “But I’m a bit worried for Remy.”

“Why? What happened?” Spot’s brows furrowed, getting that telltale expression that meant he was stepping back into his King of Brooklyn role.

“That’s the thing; I don’t know.” You explained, “Remy said he lost his selling bag, but Patches said Remy told him he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping. But I know Remy. The kid would never lose or give away his bag. You know how protective he is over it.”

“Cause he carries his teddy bear in it.” Spot nodded, ending your thoughts.

“Exactly.”

“So what do you think happened?” Spot asked you.

You sighed and began speaking, “a little while ago, Lemon came to me saying how a group of older thugs had stolen her bag. I had her sell with Slugger for a bit, and the problem went away. Do you think that the same thugs could’ve stolen Remy’s bag?”

Spot hummed, “you’ve certainly got a memory about you, doll. It’s definitely not a bad idea. I’ll go talk to Lemon and Slugger about it and you talk to Remy?” 

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Pleasure doing business with you, doll.” Spot smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips before sauntering off to find Lemon and Slugger.

You chuckled before turning back to Remy and handing the kid another apple. “You’re hungry,” you commented.

“Yeah…” Remy looked shyly away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “We all pitch in to buy this food.” After a moment, you quietly said, “I know you didn’t lose your bag, Remy. What really happened?”

Remy didn’t meet your eye, giving a small shrug.

“Was it some boys?” You asked, “did they steal it from you? Like they did Lemon?”

Remy chewed on his lip, turning the apple over in his small hands. “Yeah,” he finally admitted. “They cornered me and called me small and weak.” His fingers clenched into fists. “Then they stole my bag. It’s happened four times.”

“Four times?” You knelt down so you could meet his eye. “Remy, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because they said I couldn’t fight my own fight. I’d be proving them right if I told you,” Remy mumbled. 

You sighed, feeling terrible and squeezed the boy into a tight hug. “Remy,” You whispered. “Don’t be afraid to tell me anything. Especially if people are bullying you.”

“But what if they come back?” Remy wondered, “What if they do this again?” He lifted his shirt slightly to show you a large, ugly bruise. Immediately, a rage boiled in your chest and your jaw clenched. “They did that?” You growled.

Remy nodded slowly, frightened by your change in demeanour.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down in front of the scared child. “It’s gonna be okay,” you told him. “We’re gonna get your money back from those boys and make them pay.” 

“Really? But how?”

You smiled stiffly, trying to disguise your hatred for the punks by a thinly veiled grin. “Don’t worry about that,” you said. “All you have to do is keep on selling.”

Remy’s head bobbed up and down happily. “Thank you so much, Y/n!” He hugged you tightly and you reciprocated the action. He then pulled away, his problem suddenly fixed and out of mind as only a six- year old could. 

Heart still burning with hatred for the thugs that messed with Remy, you knew it was now time to call upon the people who would stand by you no matter what- your newsies.

**

Remy cried out in his squeaky voice, “Read all about the car crash that killed dozens! Police are convinced it was murder!”

“Hello, squirt,” a deep voice laughed from behind Remy. “Sell any papers today?”

Remy gulped loudly and slowly turned around, gripping his bag tighter. “Wha-what do you guys want?”

“I think you know what we want,” the lead man growled, stepping up along with his group of ten or fifteen boys. 

“I-I’m not giving you my money!” Remy stomped his foot. 

“Oh really?” The leader laughed loudly. “What are you gonna do? Fight us?” The rest of the boys chuckled along with their leader.

“Well, no,” Remy admitted. “But this time, I have friends.” You stepped out from around a corner. 

The goons glanced around at one another before bursting out in short, loud, ugly guffaws. “I’m sorry?” The leader snickered out, “A girl is gonna beat us up?”

“I’m going to ignore your misogynistic comment, even though you probably don’t know what that word means, and even though I could kick your ass, just to scare you into never coming near Remy again, I brought my boyfriend. You may know him as the King of Brooklyn?” 

Spot, along with his cavalry of newsies appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Spot snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Where you messin’ with my doll?” He asked, knowing whichever way they answered, he was gonna soak either way.

“You looking for a fight?” The leader bit back. 

Spot shrugged, smirking. “Maybe. But I’ll let you off if you don’t come near my newsies again.”

One of the cronies grabbed the leader and whispered something harsh to him. The leader scoffed, but said, “Fine. We won’t bother your pathetic newsies again.” 

“And my girl?” Spot’s thumb drew circles on your waist.

“Never said anything about her,” the leader smiled tauntingly. 

You glanced at Spot to see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Don’t,” you whisper to him. 

“Doll,” Spot drawled, swinging a look down at you, grinning brilliantly. “I have to.” And with that, Spot stepped forward and punched the leader across the jaw. The newsies cheered and rushed forward, intent on standing up for one of their own. The bullies quickly ran away after a few hits. You took Spot’s hand in yours and thumbed the split knuckles. Before you could chide him however, Spot simply said, “You know I love you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I do.”

[riding-palominos-every-day]

I wanna hear about your OCs

Thank you🥺

Okay so first is Edward Bailey, newsie name Twist.

Twist isn't actually a newsie, he works on the other side of distribution getting the papers ready for the newsies to buy. He got his nickname from his crooked leg, which occurred after a nasty fall from a fire escape.

He has to work alongside the Delanceys, a fact the newsies are sympathetic about. He's not very bothered by them though, he knows how to handle them.

Then there's Oliver Fairfax, newsie nickname Fidget.

He's deaf and mainly uses ASL to communicate, although coming across someone fluent enough to understand him is rare.

His newsie nickname comes from his rapid hand movements, which a lot of newsies didn't realise at first was his way of talking (thankfully for him, Crutchie and Finch knew some ASL and taught the other boys).

That's all I've got on them atm, hoping to draw them soon!👀

[spinningerster]

Holy smokes dude your ocs sounds awesome!! If you don't mind, what do they wear (both in modern and au)?

(Plus if bumper needs a friend/someone to interact with, I have two newsies ocs for flushing that you can use if you want:))

ahh tysm!! I love my ocs 🥺 (and that would be great if you'd be okay with that!)

so in my modern au they all kinda wear whatever is comfortable for each season but all have their preferred 'style'. bumper is very much a band shirt type of person, he loves p!atd. modern minx is non binary and loves wearing hoodies. signal dresses like troy from hsm2. birdy really likes wearing rompers, she finds them super comfy.

in canon, they wear:

birdy. blue socks that she - accidentally - stole from elmer, gray and green striped shirt, black suspenders and matching knee length trousers. hair is usually in two messy braids.

signal. patchwork dress. jack, with the help of the others, made it for the first birthday she celebrated with them, normally just paired with some dark blue tights. generally prefers to keep her hair short, usually just above her shoulders.

minx. orange dungarees, a bright green tartan shirt that is definitely too big for her, and dark red socks. she has no concept of colour co-ordination and I love her for it. hair is in the style of a pixie cut.

bumper. one of the older flushing newsies, dresses similar to jack, just with a different colour scheme. black shirt, dark purple waistcoat and blue trousers. wears a locket around his neck that has a photo of his mother inside.