#newsies spot conlon x reader

[heliads]

LISA !! your requests being open again is a glorious occasion, i’m so happy !! 

now, could i pretty please request spot conlon with a gender-neutral reader who’s a brooklyn newsie ? the reader’s newsie nickname is sunshine because they’re known for being super cheerful and sweet and pretty much always having a smile on their face, but thing is that spot’s kind of closed-off and gruff with them, even more than he is normally, because he finds it kind of grating how relentlessly happy they are when as newsies they live the way they do. but the reader just keeps on being the way they are, being kind to spot and smiling whenever they see him no matter how he always responds with a scowl, until finally he snaps at them and tells them to quit being so weird and happy all the time, but then they actually do and it makes him realize that he’s relied on seeing their smile every day and that he actually likes seeing it, so he goes to find sunshine and apologize, telling them that he actually admires how strong they are to keep being kind and happy despite everything and how much he appreciates it. it doesn’t have to end with a confession or anything, but hopefully at least some romantic undertones ? now, as always, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but thanks in advance if you do, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3

'cloudy days' - spot conlon

masterlist

For once, it’s not a gray and blustery day in New York. Spot Conlon doesn’t know what the hell he was thinking, settling in a place like this, although he supposes he never really had a choice about it at all. It’s a cold and shady city, and that mood translates to its people. No one here would give him the time of day unless they absolutely had to, and he wouldn’t give them a damn thing either. That’s the tune of the city, and Spot drums it daily. Eat or be eaten. Kill or get killed.

That’s the way it’s always been, the way it always will be. Spot doesn’t want anyone’s sympathy. He’s grown past the point of needing it. Spot will do what Spot does best:  look out for himself, never take handouts, never be dependent on anything save his feet to carry him places and that weird thing beating between his ribs to keep him alive.

The other newsies respect that, and look up to it. Brooklyn may have a reputation for being the meanest borough around, but the newsies protect each other like no one else. Even when the sun don’t shine for months on end. Even on rare days, like today, when it does.

The bright streets have Spot thinking a little funny, just like always. When the sun is out and the skies are blue, he starts feeling a strange thing some might describe as happiness. For once, everything isn’t totally terrible. It’s like the high he gets after soaking his enemies, ‘cept his knuckles aren’t bloody and his eyes aren’t blackened.

Maybe it’s got him in a good mood. Maybe that’s why, when a new fella comes looking for a spot in Spot’s growing army of newsies, he’s inclined to say yes. This new ally of his is nothing like Spot has ever seen before. They’re smiling at him before they so much as tip their hat or say hello. At first, it makes him wonder if they’ve got some sort of problem, then he realizes that the newcomer isn’t grinning like that to be threatening, just because they’re legitimately, well, happy.

Strange. Confusing, even. Still, the abundance of sunshine is rattling Spot’s brain, so instead of laughing in their face, he actually offers them a place amongst the ranks. Were it any other day, he’s sure he would have made them go somewhere a little more sickly-sweet, where friendship is magic and everyone can stand around, fuckin’, square dancing or something, whatever it is they do over in ‘Hattan or the other less serious boroughs, but he doesn’t. He welcomes them into his home. He pretends he isn’t completely baffled by their happy-go-lucky act. 

And, since it’s clearly on the brain anyway, he gives them a nickname then and there, a real Spot Conlon first edition:  Sunshine. He reckoned it seemed pretty true at the moment. As it turns out, he had no idea. Sunshine gets on his damn nerves every moment of every day. They’re so sweet it makes him want to throw up. If he ever saw them without a smile on their face for longer than thirty seconds, he’d suspect an imposter. They toss out compliments like they mean it or something, and they actually pick flowers to give to their friends.

Spot would think it was an act, except it actually isn’t. No way a human being could keep up a pretense that long and not go totally crazy. Spot, for one, does feel like he’s going crazy, but that’s neither here nor there.

Every day is the same. He wakes up too early, drags himself out of bed and gets ready, then pokes his head out of his space just to find Sunshine already up and at it, beaming at him and wishing him a very good morning, Spot, before turning to the next half-asleep newsie and repeating them message, and man, he wants to throttle someone already. In the line for papes, they’re excitedly talking to him about how they hope for a good headline, and whenever Spot runs into them while selling, they’ve always got something funny to say. If Spot wanted to laugh, he’d go to the circus. Although even he has to admit that New York feels like that half the damn time anyway.

It’s actually starting to make him angry. Who is this newcomer to burst in and disrupt everyone like this? Spot’s no fool. Even though he’s proud of his newsies and glad to be among the best company there is, this isn’t the life any of them would choose if they had other options. The newsies are here because they have no money and no prospects. They are the terrible youth, set out on the streets because there is no one else to watch out for them but each other.

Yet here’s this stranger, bounding down the halls of their lodging house, beaming and laughing as if everything were sugar and sweet. It feels as if they’re making a mockery of the whole thing, and Spot doesn’t like being taken for a fool.

It twists his judgment. Spot isn’t exactly known for his warm and caring personality, but he cracks down even harder around Sunshine. Maybe then they’ll figure out that the whole super happy thing doesn’t fly around here. Dreams don’t get you anywhere, and pretending otherwise only costs a lot of effort that could instead be directed towards selling some papes.

He should be better, Spot knows that. Already, his closest friends have started to scold him (very carefully) about how he’s treating sunshine. “Y/N’s no problem,” they’ve said. “It’s just you, Spot.” But he doesn’t listen.

One day, he gets to the breaking point. After another restless night, Spot drags himself out of bed despite not getting nearly enough sleep. He’s hardly stepped out of his room before Sunshine’s smiling cheerily at him, asking, “How was your sleep, Spot?”

As if they can’t tell by the look on his face. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Spot positively growls at them, “Terrible, obviously. God, can you just quit it with that stupid attitude? It’s makin’ me crazy.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just pushes right past them and heads downstairs. He’s a grouch all morning, purposely making sure no one is near him while he’s selling and not talking to a soul all throughout the day. He manages to pull himself together enough to sell the papes he needs, but other than that, Spot is barely functioning at all.

Even the Brooklyn newsie home base seems quiet and uneasy when he gets back. Spot sits by himself in his office, temper growing worse with every passing hour. He can’t put his finger on the issue until nightfall, when he hears a chorus of cheerful voices out in the hall and realizes that Sunshine hasn’t spoken to him all day. Not since he snapped at them.

Cursing faintly, Spot drags a tired hand across his face. He’s fucked up, hasn’t he? Thinking back on it now, he remembers the startled look in Sunshine’s eyes when he told them to stop being so fake all the time. It’s fine, he tells himself. Everyone gets their feelings stepped on in Brooklyn. Things will be back to normal this time tomorrow.

Only, it isn’t. When Spot wakes up, Sunshine isn’t there to wish him a good morning. They avoid him in the line to pick up papes, and they steer clear of him throughout the entire day. Even when he makes a point of emerging from his office to sit with the rest of the newsies, Sunshine talks to every damn person there but him. It’s enough to make anyone feel a little guilty. Even Spot Conlon.

As the days go by without a single word from Sunshine, Spot feels worse and worse. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to see their smiles and hear their laughter until he didn’t get a drop of it. It’s like he’s trapped in permanent storm clouds. Only gray clouds and cold nights for him.

God, he’s getting poetic. This is horrific. Spot knows what he has to do, and even though he dreads the idea of having to admit he was wrong, he gathers his strength and goes to find Sunshine. At first, they try to duck out of the way when they see him coming, but Spot tracks them down, pulling them into an empty room so they can talk.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Spot says by way of introduction.

Sunshine doesn’t meet his eyes. “Thought that’s what you wanted.”

A sharp prick of guilt stabs through his chest. “I thought that, too. Turns out I was wrong.”

Sunshine’s head snaps up, and their eyes meet his. “Really?”

“Really,” Spot confirms. “I– I like being around you, Y/N. I like hearing you talk. I’m sorry for making you feel bad about being you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads across Sunshine’s face. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Spot says indignantly. “What, you’d think I’d go around saying things that ain’t true? What a waste of time.”

When Sunshine starts laughing, Spot feels his cheeks start to rush with warmth. “It’s not– you know what I mean, don’t you?”

“I do,” they grin. “I’m just glad to hear you want me back.”

“I do want you,” Spot breathes. “Back, I mean. I want you back. Yes.”

When Sunshine smiles knowingly at him again, Spot gets the odd feeling that he’s revealed more of himself than he really ought to, like he’s been caught showing his cards halfway through a bet. He gets the feeling he can trust Sunshine to not call him out, though. For some reason, he believes in them more than anyone. Maybe even more than himself.

The threadbare curtains on a nearby window shift slightly, allowing a thin, tenuous ray of sunlight to slip through the cracks. It slices neatly through the room, illuminating Y/N’s face in thin tendrils of gold. The sun’s back again. They’re back again, and Spot might be okay after all.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

newsies tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @misguidedswagger, @mayfieldss, @eclliipsed

all tags list: @wordsarelife

[sl-newsie]

My strange coping method?

[miryum]

HAPPY NEWSIES STRIKE DAY 🎉 WOOT WOOT🎉 GO OUT AND HARASS YOUR NEIGHBOURS WITH OLD TIMEY ACCENTS AND NEWSPAPERS

[bad268]

Ledge (Spot Conlon X Reader)

Fandom: Newsies (Winner of the poll)

Requested: Day 4 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: insinuating exhibition briefly

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 498

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2024 Materlist

~~(^Pinterest)

“Is that mine?” A voice from behind you scared you from your spot on the Brooklyn Bridge. After selling all of your papes for the day, you decided to hide out away from the bustling city. You always loved sitting at the pier, but there were a bunch of new guys, and your normal spot at the docks was filled to the brim. You just wanted a minute of peace, but clearly, the boy behind you didn’t catch the hint.

“So what if it is?” You teased with a smirk as you looked back at him, already knowing exactly who it was. Spot Conlon. He always knew where everyone was. You chuckled as you spun around on the railing to have your back to the water. You leaned forward, showcasing the button-down checkered shirt you had snagged from your boyfriend's trunk that morning.  “What’re ya gonna do about it?”

Spot shrugged with a smirk as he walked closer to you, wrapping an arm around your back as he leaned into you. You leaned further back, relying solely on Spot’s arm to keep you from falling into the river below. He moved his other hand, which was resting beside you, up to rest against your chin, lifting your head to have your lips meet briefly. “I could take it off ya.”

“And let the whole of Brooklyn and Manhattan see?” You questioned before hesitating and pretending to think. Then, you stood up and gently tapped your hand against his chest twice. “Nah, you’re too possessive for that.”

“What’s that mean?” Spot asked, a little offended. You saw right through it, though. He was playing up the joke.

“You don’t like to share, Spot,” You pointed out as you planted a short kiss on his jaw before walking back into Brooklyn. You reached around your back and grabbed hold of his wrist as you pulled him towards the city. “C’mon, Spot. If you’re gonna take it off, do it at the docks or in the lodging. Your pick on what you wanna do after.”

“What if I just throw you over the ledge?” Spot teased as he pulled you back and caged you tightly between his arms. “Your pick.”

“I was already planning to go swimming sometime today, but if I’m going down, I’m taking you with me,” You chucked as you held tightly onto his shoulders. “Maybe don’t throw us off the tallest spot of the bridge. That’ll hurt.”

“Then I’ll throw you off the docks,” Spot chuckled as he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, and ran to the docks. None of the newsies stood in his way, knowing this happened quite often. He set you down right at the ledge before adjusting the collar of your (his) shirt briefly. “Y’know, you should wear my stuff more often.”

Without a second thought, he shoved you backward. You expected this as you grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled him off the ledge with you into the river.

~~~~~

© BAD268 2024. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[delulu-enough-for-you]

Cocky - Spot Conlon x Reader

Content: flirty fluff!

⚠️ Warnings: female pronouns used, Y/N used, spot being a dick, cursing, not proofread well

Author's note: fine men. thats all. Enjoy!!

_________________________________________

-Y/N's POV-

I had taken the younger newsies to the park and had just returned to see Spot sitting on my bed. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him, my light green dress between my fingers. "Spot!" I said. "What're you doing on my bed?"Just enjoyin' da view," he smirked. I frowned and crossed my arms. "You're still wearing your outdoor clothes. Why would you sit on my nice clean bed wearing them?" He just shrugged and smirked again. "I'on see a problem wit' it.' "Well, I do." I fired back. Spot just groaned and got up from his place on my sheets. "I'll leave, as long as I can sleep 'ere tonight. Mighty fine bed, mighty fine lady." Spot had a shit eating grin on his face. I looked him straight in the eye. "You. Fucking. Wish." I growled, smoothing out the space where he sat previously. He held his hands up in defense. "I'll be back after dinner. Hope the bed bugs don't bite. " He winked and walked out.

_________________________________________

Newsies headcannons, anyone? 🫣

_________________________________________

[whyareyouhere66]

hey hey you should give me Spot Conlon hcs :)

I mean how could I possibly say no?

You sent this hours ago I’m so sorry-

Spot Conlon x Reader HCs

Fem or Male reader (gender neutral) - Platonic and Romantic HC’s included.

Romantic -

(Starting with the fluff, more lighthearted stuff)

◘ He just - he loves you.

◘ His love language is flirting with you, nicknames all that- and he also constantly has to have an arm around you. (So some physical touch)

◘ He didn’t really realize how truly touch starved he was until he had you, not saying he’s some lovey-dovey sappy kind of guy but just the casual arm around your shoulders, waist, etc brings him a nice hit of comfort. 

◘ And for those of you who aren’t into physical touch, he finds other ways to love you. Again, flirting, always has a nickname at hand, and even just the subtle things like passing you some of his food.

◘ “Hows about some flowers, eh? Y’like those- eh I’ll get youse some flowers” // “C’mere, sweetheart, you’re too far away.” 

◘ He’s so proud of you. Brags about you to Race, Davey, even Jack has heard about you enough to know any or all of your accomplishments.

◘ Race always feeds into it, of course, Jack kind of brushing him off. 

◘ Let’s not forget the sleeping arrangements. 

◘ He likes it best when you sleep next to him. Doesn’t matter if the bed’s small, he sleeps best when you’ve got your head on his chest, a lazy arm wrapped around your back. 

◘ That cute, dopey smile we got to see at Medda’s? Y’know the one, yeah- we get to see so much more of that when you’re around and the world thanks you for it.

◘ Trying to get deeper than just the same things everytime: the river. 

◘ The docs, the crates built up to make his throne, those are your spots. 

◘ Sometimes at night you two will just sit out there, either propped up against the crates or with your legs dangling off the docs edge. And you’ll talk, no one else around except you both. 

◘ It’s come to the point where if you can’t find him inside, he can’t find you, just go and look by the docs and you’ll find eachother, hidden behind the wood.

◘ And just like that we’re talking about more angsty stuff, here we go-

◘ The docs are where lots of the heavy, trauma dumping stuff happens. Or the inappropriate stuff- either work. 

◘ It took a while to get there, but he trusts you more than he’s trusted anybody. So he tells you things, you tell him back, and the bond grows stronger and stronger every time- an understanding builds, sometimes you don’t even have to say a word and he’ll know. You’ll know. 

◘ It doesn’t make you immune to fights though. Spot is outspoken, he gets stressed. And that can lead to him lashing out. 

◘ He doesn’t like it, sometimes he’ll regret it instantly and other times he’s gotta take a hot second to breathe, and then it’ll hit him. Either way he’ll find a way to make it up to you. 

◘ I’m not one to say how you’d react, maybe you’ll lash out too and maybe you’re more the quiet type. Either way he’ll take the time to swallow his pride and return things to the way it was before. 

◘ Oh yeah and he would fight literally anyone for you. The dude’s protective, over the newsies, his reputation, and his love. He isn’t scared to defend it or  himself.

Platonic- 

◘ Two ways I can imagine it- one, you both are complete menaces and cause chaos through Brooklyn. 

◘ Two- it’s calmer, more you both enjoying eachothers company and having that level of understanding. 

◘ Either way, he’s glad to have a friend he can trust, which is hard for him. 

◘ Just like the romantic hc’s, y’all hang by the river a ton. Just talking, mainly, sharing a drink and having a couple laughs. He isn’t as over the top “crazy” as Jack, closer to the sarcasm of Race. 

◘ Speaking of- you, Race and Spot always have a good time when together, the three of you get along, far better than any of the others. 

◘ You joke about stuff, Race tries placing bets, Spot stupidly takes him up on the offer, and you get to watch. It’s a great time, the main reason you even go to Manhattan cause you know what’s ahead. 

◘ Spot isn’t as hard on you as he might be to the rest of the Brooklyn newsies, he’s admittedly a bit biased. There’s more room for understanding, he’s more comfortable in your presence. The jokes you share and the talks you have allow him to loosen up a bit, his shoulders relaxing more. 

◘ You’re the first one he wakes up in the morning, doing it personally instead of letting the alarms wake you up like he does the rest. You’re the closest thing to second in command they have, it’s never been officially said but hey the other newsies have joked about it and recognized it so that’s official enough. 

◘ I know there isn’t as much platonic as romantic but hey I just wanted to add this-

Ok there you go 😌 I’m actually so glad you sent this request-

I could go more into detail about some of this too idk I love him.

[chaotic-starlight24]

It'd be a little slice of life thing, no main plot really, maybe, we'll see

Edit: Sorry, meant delancey

[diorgirl444]

watched uk newsies and am now back in my newsies era. also spot conlon, riff lorton and dallas winston are the same character in different fonts and that’s just not up for debate sorry <3

[notjustsomeblonde]

Spot Conlon (Newsies) is young Kaz Brekker (Six of Crows/Shadow and Bone)

Actor: Gabriel Damon

Actor: Freddy Carter

1. Facial structure, eyes, hair, facial expressions, like the whole physical features

2. THE CANE

3. The facial expression, the demeanor

4. Both run a gang, are orphan boys, not afraid to create crime/chaos/harm for their fortune, and are known for their scheming intelligence

5. The flair for dramatics and late entry

Almost any comparison is accurate apart from the touch evasion. Name it and it’s there in the thought of Spot being young Kaz. Ugh, I cannot get over this comparison and connection!!

Like I’m sorry—but tell me that isn’t Kaz

[lovingmusicalmen]

Requests are Open!!

So... it's been ages since I've posted on here, but I've finally got some actual time and I've just gotten back into the musical... fandom? I guess? Idk what to call it lmao

But I recently saw West Endsies, which made me fall in love with Newsies all over again, which led to me falling back into the rabbit hole of musical fandoms! So I'm going to be deleting all the old requests I have (unless I'm particularly inspired for one in particular), and opening requests for new characters and the same old ones!

It's going to be for short little blurbs, based off of a prompt list (linked here (credit to: @mangocherri))

Here are the characters I will write for (if you want to request for someone else not listed, feel free to - but also please also put who you wouldn't mind me writing for, if I don't feel comfortable writing for your preferred character (if that even made sense lmao)) - I've put a * next to my favourite characters to write for!

Platonic requests and ones not from the prompt list are also welcome and encouraged!

Newsies

Jack Kelly

Crutchie *

Racetrack *

Davey Jacobs

Spot Conlon

Katherine Plumber

Mike Faist

Riff * (also willing to write for other Jets/Sharks)

Dodge Mason

Connor Murphy

[gurl-pls-evn-the-sharks-fear-me]

Spot Conlon x Reader

HELLO this is my first fix on tumblr it's gonna be a Spot Conlon x Reader. This is from 1992 and it's about the key necklace around spots neck. Tbh I only just noticed the necklace lmao. So I thought why not make my first tumblr fic :) y/n will have female pronouns and feminine features you can change the room s to they/them if you like but y/n will still where a dress sorry.

---------------------------------------------------------

Spot's pov:

I was walking down the streets of brooklyn, on my way to the bakery to visit the Baker's daughter, we met a month ago when I sold her my last pape.

Y/n's pov: (first meeting)

I was in a rush over to the bakery cause I was running late I was, since I was in Manhattan visiting my cousin and I forgot I had a shift today

On my way to the bakery I was stopped by a newsboy "pape! baby born with two heads! Excuse me miss would you like an evening pape" I bit the inside of my lip anxiously. I needed to get to my shift but i guess buying a paper wouldn't hurt "sure thing, uh what was the headline again? Baby born with two heads? Sounds weirdly interesting."

"Heh yea, good headline. I'm spot conlon, here's your papa miss." Thanks I handed him a penny as I grabbed the pape reading over the front page a little bit.

"I'm y/n Baker(a/n:yes I made her last name Baker cause The Baker-y it's a ounce it's supposed to be funny)" he seemed to think over the name until a little snicker came out "baker? Your the bakers daughter so baker...y hah! your pops a funny guy"

I nod my head muttering a small yea, "I uh have to get going, or I'll be late for my shift at the bak..er.y" I said that a little awkwardly (story of my life lol)

We said our goodbyes and I left for the bakery.

---------present time;spots pov:---------

Opening the door to the small business letting out a small ding letting people know someone walked in.

I looked around to see if I could spot (get it spot I'll stop now... Lol) the

Y/H/L girl when I felt someone tap on my should I was about to get ready to, make a snarky comment when they walked around me to face me.

"Hi spot" came a beaming face of joy of the girl I came here to see made me let out a small smile. "Hey y/n."

"I'm guessing the usual, and on the house of course" I nodded as she got out a small bag and tongs to pick up said pastry (it can be any pastry any) she handed me the bag and I put it in my newsies bag.

"So how have the boys been let me guess they ate the mini muffins in 3 days?" She said jokingly "actually five but they saved a lot of the younger ones they weren't that greedy" "good I put a lot of work in those"

"Hey spot I just got of shift if you were wanting to hang or walk around" "yea sure" we left the family owned businesses of hers and started walking around Brooklyn.

We were walking for a good half ouw until we stop half across the Brooklyn Bridge "hey spot I want to give you something." I could by the shakeness of her voice she was nervous. I nodded my head signaling her to continue

She reached into her pocket and pull out a key hang from a chain like necklace "this is a spare key to the bakery if we are very closed and you want to see me just use that key make sure you close it behind you tho. And go up the stairs usually I'll be in the living room. She hang the key around my neck as I just staired at her

"What... I made a mistake haven't I, I shou-" I cut her off by kissing her passionately, i broke the kiss before she could kiss back "you didn't make a mistake doll. You are perfect I will wear this key with respect." I smile at her.

She the leaned in to kiss me as I kissed back. I held her face with my right hand as and lean my left hand on the ridge of the bridge pulling her in.

We broke apart needing air. "Spot I love you. I love you okay I got it out...."

We both chuckled a little bit "it's starting to get dark we should head back" before I could walk away she pull me back

"I- spot if.. Your willing to try would you want to date like be partners??" I nod my head a little "yea I'm willing to give it a try" I replied with a smile

She let out a sigh of relief "okay we can head back now" we started walking back. Once we got back to her house/the bakery

We she walked inside holding the door open ikfted an eyebrow in confusion "don't just stand there you probably cold come in stay the night plus it's pitch black and gonna rain soon"

I nodded my head once again and walked in as she closed up the bakery and locked it

As we got ready for a the night sleep.

-----------------------------------------

That's the focus hope you enjoyed I can post this on ao3 aswell you can find me there on I think pumkyn_pvtch if not than look up Mischa bachinski/reader and it should be 3rd one down it's a oneshots book for RTC :)

[lumaxforeverandever]

Enemies to lovers

Relationships:

Spot Conlon x Female Reader 

Reader name: Elizabeth ‘Bella’ Kelly aka Elizabeth Sullivan

Older Brother: Jack Kelly aka Francis Sullivan

Best friend: Race Higgins 

_______________________________________________________

“WAKE UP!!” Race yelled in your ear “I’m up, I’m up!” You say as you got up “C’mon Bella today is the day! We are going to visit Spot for two months remember? Jack wants us to stay for two months to help spot with-“ you roll your eyes as you interrupt Race “Yeah yeah I know. He has been talkin about it all week. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna get dressed so we can go” you say as you pick up your shirt and pants and your hat and go get dressed as you finish you walk downstairs to brush your hair “Are you ready? Are you ready?” Race asks over and over again “No not yet!” As you go back upstairs to get your locket you and Jack’s parents gave you before your ma died and your Pa got in jail as you pick it up and put it on, you notice Jack standing against the wall “So you just gonna leave without sayin goodbye?” He asked you “No I was gonna come and say goodbye” you walk over to him and hug him “Good luck sis. Now remember if anythin happens you come to me, you understand” you let go of him “Yep I understand.” You say holding your Knapsack with some stuff you can’t live without such as a photo of you and Jack with your parents and some extra stuff, as you and race take off for Brooklyn you guys finally arrive at the lodging house as you and race open the doors you see Spot. Spot had always hated you from the moment he met you. Jack had introduced him to you when they visited him once. “Well if it ain’t Isabella Kelly..” Spot always knew you hated being called Isabella. “Hi Spot..” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest “Hey Race” Spot says “Heya Spot.” Race said as they shook hands “Eh why don’t you come inside” as you went inside spot led you to your bunk which no one used and was right by the fire escape as you set your stuff down you saw in the corner of your eye spot go into his little office as you went to go follow him he turned around Surprised to see that you followed him “Why do you hate me?” You asked sounding angry “I don’t know what you’re talkin about Kelly.” He responded “Cut the bull Spot!” You said getting louder “I don’t hate you!” Spot responded getting even louder than you “Really cus you act like it!” You said now yelling “You wanna know why I act like i hate you?” He responded now yelling also “YEAH I WANNA KNOW!” You screamed at him “IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BELLA!” He yelled back at you, there was silence for 5 seconds before spot walked closer to you and kissed you and wrapped his arms around your waist and you slid your hands on his neck you then both heard chuckling from the door you both stopped and turned to see Race laughing “Wait til Jack hears about this!” Race said yelling as you ran after him around the lodging house yelling “YOU ARE NOT GONNA TELL JACK!!” Finally after catching up to him “I swear if you tell Jack about this i will be so mad!” you responded as you let him go you went back to spots office and kissed him again.

[sl-newsie]

Davey: Here’s your cigar, Race.

Race: Great, Davey! Thank you!

Davey: Thank you! You’re welcome.

Race: …

Davey: I’m awkward and I know it!

[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.”

[tearsoffears]

would anyone be interested in a newsies fanfic? It wouldn’t be posted here it would be on my other account @coff33notforme but does anyone still read those?

[delulu-enough-for-you]

Dating Spot Conlon Headcannons

Content: fluff of the highest degree!

⚠️ Warnings: physical touch, spot is protective, female pronouns used

Author's note: Request! Im out of ideas :) Enjoy!!

_________________________________________

- Spot first met you when you and Jack tried to convince Brooklyn to join the strike

- He tried to flirt, but you weren't having it

- This man is PERSISTANT

- You give in, go on a date, and the rest is history

- Spot tells ALL of the boys thag you're his

- Will soak ANYONE who comes within 5 feet of you

- Always wants to be around you or holding you

- Your'e better at reading, so you read him the paper

- Buys you little trinkets with his extra pennies

_________________________________________