#spot conlon x king

[iam-sol-emnlyswear]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Newsies (1992), Newsies - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Spot Conlon/Reader Characters: Spot Conlon, Reader, Original Newsie(s) Additional Tags: Soft Spot Conlon, Good Boyfriend Spot Conlon, Fluff, Reader Is Good with Kids, Based on Newsies (1992), Gender-Neutral Pronouns Summary:

In which reader is putting the little newsies to bed and one of them asks a question that Spot Conlon overhears.

Short and sweet chapter.

1,077 words

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“Hey, Presto? Have you ever been in love?”

Your steps stop short as you’re crossing the small room the younger newsies claimed for their bunks. They always ask you questions as you’re putting them to bed, but it’s never this kind of inquiry.

“What makes you ask that, kiddo?”

As the oldest girl newsie, you take the extra time out of your evening to help the little ones settle down for the night and essentially tuck them in. It isn't much, but you enjoy hearing about their day and know that the feeling of having a form of a maternal or older sister figure watching over them helps the young ones sleep better. Besides, they often say and ask funny things like that.

“Well, I had a couple a’ extra papes left over from the day, and I was practicin’ readin’ and read a lil’ bit about a weddin’ an was just thinkin’. Have ya?”

[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.”

[artemis-lynn]

NEWSIES FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

Ok. So. I've been needing to make this for a while, so I'll just put down my favorites in no particular order, it's SO hard to pick...

Summer Camp AUs :3

Mountain Ridge Camp for Boys by timetogoslumming

Javey & Sprace, T, 22/22

This is a really good summer camp AU of newsies! I love how it combines canon plot with a modern AU!

Summary: David was just looking for a summer job when he applied to work at Mountain Ridge Camp for Boys. He had no idea how much would change. For the first time in his life, David is part of a brotherhood, but not everyone is on the same side.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation by studentnumber24601 (Itsy Royal)

Javid & Specs/Dutchy (Sputchy?? Idk, but I <3 this ship) & Blink x OC, T, 40/40

The prank war in this is honestly the best + the reluctant ladies man Mush is LOL, it had me guessing the ships till the very end, especially with Blink.

Summary: Modern-day newsboys at summer camp. Will wacky hijinks ensue? Gee, ya think?

Make Off Like a Band(it) by thespiritscalling

Sprace, G, 14/14

OMG. It's the funniest summer camp au I've read that sheds light on band camp (I'm an orchestra kid so this was hilarious to me). I especially love the That's Amore remix near the end lmaoo

Summary: It's the summer after graduation. Race is ready to hit the road- metaphorically, of course- but before that happens, it's time for one last stint at the Camp To End All Camps: band camp. Armed with nothing more than a French horn, two best friends, and reckless abandon, Race decides it's going to be the best final year of camp anyone's ever had. It'll be full of excitement, laughter, music, and an absurd crush on the lead trumpet player. Wait. What?

Canon Era :3

Their Mistake Is They Got Old by PenzyRome

David & Katherine, but the side ships are Newsbians and Javey, T, One Shot

You're gonna need the tissues for this one. I literally sob every time I read it, it's literally one of the best fics I've ever read. It's poetically tragic and heartbreaking and beautiful and HOLY CRAP!

Summary: Katherine Plumber, 17, had been so sure that she could stay the same, that she could stop the world, that she'd stay young forever. The world kept moving, though, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, and it forced her to move with it.

When Manhattan Met Brooklyn by warrior_sif

No ships cause they're kids, T, 4/4 (but the second one isn't finished :( )

Wow. Just wow. This one is honestly sad and I love the brother relationship between Jack, Race, and Spot and how Jack feels abandoned, like Race chose Spot over him. READ IT.

Summary: The only Manhattan newsies that Spot Conlon deals with are Jack and Race. A look back at how they met, eight years before the strike, when neither Jack nor Spot were leaders and Race just wants to sell at the racetracks.

False Rumors and The Truth Behind Them by FrogmanFae

Sprace, M, One Shot

This one is...heavy. The Refuge is such a bad place :( I love it though, the writing is beautiful.

Summary: Rumor has it that Spot Conlon and Racetrack Higgins met when Race started selling in Brooklyn because of his love for gambling. That isn't as true as the other boys in their lodging houses tend to make it seem. Though, they don't necessarily mind the false rumors. They hide the much darker truth. The truth that still causes Race to make the walk from Manhattan to Brooklyn in the middle of the night sometimes, even several years later. Or...It's pretty easy to form connections with someone you're forced into sharing a bed with while you're both being tortured.

The King & The Cowboy by goldenbiebah

Sparah <3, Spot/Sarah/Jack love triangle, T, 11/? (not completed :sob: )

I love this one, it really touches on how Jack is kinda toxic and how Sarah can have someone wayyyy better *cough* Spot *cough*

Summary: Spot Conlon and Jack Kelly are the fearless leaders of all the newsies in Brooklyn and Manhattan. They have a perfect system and hundreds of boys who respect and look up to them. But what will happen when the two leaders let selfishness and pride break up their friendship? And what happens when Spot's dark past begins to catch up with him? And where does Sarah Jacobs fit into all of this? Find out in The King & The Cowboy. Fights will break out, romances will clash, and lives will be lost in an epic struggle to salvage both new and old relationships.

Modern AUs :3

We Are Newsies by VeronicaWeasley (this is my sole ff.net one but likeeee it's too good to be ignored)

There are so many ships that I can't remember but I do know Sprace is one, T, 80/80 (I know that's a lot but it is SO worth it holy frick)

Ok. So. This one is like SO good. It's my fav high school AU because it has a really genius way of incorporating the canon plot with the perfect amount of angst, fluff, and more! :D

Summary: The same old story, the same old song. A tale in which the newsies of Lower Manhattan go on strike, and David Jacobs gets roped into it. High School AU set in 1999. Told through the eyes of multiple characters.

Captivity by Hexmari

No ships :), M, One Shot

I LOVEEE this one it's so crazy and you're in for a wild ride when (it's so cute that you think I'm letting that be an if :) ) you read it.

Summary:

“Ma– you seriously can’t do this to us!” Jack argued, “I mean it's Halloween!”

Charlie was quick to back his older brother up, “Yeah, do you want us to become hermits? Because that's what keeping us captive here all night will do!”

Medda rolled her eyes, “You will not become hermits by staying in for one night. It won’t be too bad, you can break into our Halloween candy and put on some horror movies, and Ester will be here with David soon. No kids are going out tonight, it’s just a safety precaution. Especially because of recent events.”

~🎃~

When a kid in their town goes missing, paranoid parents decide to keep their kids home on Halloween. Even after their mom forbids them from going out Jack, Race, Charlie, and their friend David sneak out, coming up with a theory that their old neighbor is behind the boy's disappearance.

The Beast of Brooklyn by ArtemisRayne

Sprace + side Javey, M, 26/26

This one is soooo worth staying up late for, it's amazing in every way and my heart aches for Spottie boy. And Race. And Jack. And David. But mainly Spot :)

Summary:

Racetrack Higgins always thought it would be his own vices that got him into trouble one day; turns out it's his Ma who does it for him. When Ma Higgins crosses the local drug lord and leaves him high and dry with a target on his back, Race's saved by a mysterious stranger who gives him a safe place to hide—a short-tempered and anti-social stranger covered in horrifying scars, with a past as dark as the marks on his body. However, the longer Race spends in the Brooklyn house, the more he comes to discover about the boy beneath the scars: a boy who is just as trapped as Race and twice as damaged. Befriending the two men who live in as hired help, and chipping away at the mysterious "boss" and his walls, Race might even manage to find a place to call home.*Beauty & the Beast/Beastly AU fusion*

Forever With You by 손 현숙 (safarikalamari)

Sprace, T, 14/14

ajlskdfjalkjdkajl this one is so sweet. The concept of it is super interesting and I just LOVE ittttttt.

Summary: In 1899, Spot Conlon is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, writing away his thoughts and hiding them inside his desk for safekeeping. Meanwhile, in 1999, Tony Higgins receives an antique desk for his birthday and finds an old letter stuffed in one of the slots, the name, Spot, his only lead in this mystery. What becomes of that summer is a series of time-traveling letters, falling in love, and the realization that Spot and Tony know each other better than the two ever could have imagined.

Pirate AUs :3

The Truth About The Stars by ArtemisRayne

Javey + side Sprace, T, 10/10 (long chapters but it's worth it!)

OMG. This one is amazingggggggggggggggggggggggg I love the fantasy/pirate twist on the best movie/musical on the planet Earth!

Summary: The rest of the world might not think Jack Kelly is destined for much, but Jack knows better. He just needs to get away from the city, to some place where he can be more than just another nameless orphan in the chaos of New York City. So when someone offers to pay his way to Santa Fe in exchange for crossing the Wall and retrieving a fallen star, he jumps at the chance. He just wasn't expecting the star to be so, well, human. Jack makes a deal with the fallen star named David to get them both home, but the magical kingdom of Stormhold has so much more in store for them both. People are tracking David, secrets from Jack's past leave him in danger as well, and injustice is rampant in the kingdom. Throw in a climate of political upheaval, a renegade noblewoman, and a crew of fugitive sky pirates, and soon all of Stormhold will know that change is coming.

A Pirate's Life Is Never Easy by ChaosFairytale <3

Sprace + side Blush & Bumlets x Swifty, M, 9/? (it's an ongoing one shot series that has frequent updates)

OML I LOVE U SO MUCH CHAOS YOU'RE MY FAVORITE FANFIC WRITER AND I LIVE FOR YOUR WRITING TYSM FOR EXISTING!!!!! Her writing is the best and this is such a good story! (read Toss A Coin To Your Pirate first)

Summary: A Pirate's story doesn't start easy and it won't end easy, but there are many fantastic stories to tell throughout it. A series of One-Shots set in the "Toss a coin to your Pirate" universe containing different POVs, Backstory of a lot of characters and shorter stories about the relationships of the characters over the years.

Toss A Coin To Your Pirate by ChaosFairytale <333

Sprace + side Javid and Blush, M, 2/2

YUSSS CHAOS AGAIN!!!! <3 a million kudos. She writes almost exclusively about 92sies and I'm so here for it! READ THIS!!!!!!

Summary: Racetrack hadn't expected to see his hook-up ever again and had certainly not expected him to be the feared pirate Spot Conlon, but he also didn't have time to worry about that right now since his captain, Jack, desperately needed his help. He'd wonder later how he could maybe seduce the pirate captain once more. Because you'd miss every shot you didn't take, right?

Drumroll please...my all time favorite fanfiction....

FIVE by stress

Sparah + Davey/OC/Jack love triangle <3, T, 11/11

I finished reading this last night and got literal chills. The plot twist is wild and I love it so much, but you might need the tissues again! Can't spoil, but you NEEEEEEEEEEEEED to read it >:( It is the absolute best piece of reading on the Earth and I can't get over this. It's just...wild.

<3

Summary: A lot can happen in five years. Don't believe me? Ask David. Ask Spot. Ask Jack, or Racetrack. You can even ask Oscar Delancey. They know. They're the five who've been waiting for this moment. Waiting for what? They'll never tell - but this story will.

Idk if I should be doing this....but I'm gonna plug my own work and also give a fanfic update!

What Feels Like a Thousand Years by yours truly, ArtemisLynn

Sprace + mentioned Jatherine, G (?), One Shot

I'm honestly so proud of this one, it's one of the best pieces of writing I have ever done...

Summary: War has always been a foreign concept to Racetrack Higgins.. Even when America goes to war in 1941, he never gives it much thought....until it hits a little too close to home and his secret boyfriend, Spot Conlon, is drafted into the U.S Army. Will he make it home safely, or will Racetrack's one and only love be lost overseas...forever?

I also have chapter 1 of Jack Kelly's Guide to Being a Parent out, though I don't know if I'm going to complete it....

Fics I'm working on: -I have a couple chapters of this one boarding school newsies modern AU I'm doing done but not posted

-A Sparah fanfic that currently is in the early stages

-A Sparah princess bride AU in the planning process

-I'm toying with the idea of a newsies Descendants AU....thoughts?

Damn this post became long. ANYWAYS. Bye and have a great (insert timezone)!!!

<3 Artie

[make-friends-with-the-rats]

thoughts on Barney Peanuts? Or Romeo?

the lil' guys

How I feel about this character: Romeo feels like someone's little brother. I don't know whose little brother he is but he's someone's little brother. Maybe he's just a collective little brother for the older newsies. Or little sister. I really want Romeo to be a girl. As for Mr. Barney Peanuts: I did not know he was a canonical Newsies character for the longest time and thought he was simply a popular character to include because there was a real Barney Peanuts who served on the "Executive Committee" during the 1899 strike [x]. So props to Jack Scott for bringing Barney Peanuts to life because he's such a fun character.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Skipping this because it's my personal headcanon that Barney Peanuts and Romeo are both younger newsies (10-13).

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Hard question because Romeo is literally best friends with everyone. Whether you want to be friends or not. He WILL befriend you. This is a threat. Barney Peanuts is also pretty hard because I've never seen a boot with him in it. (Does one even exist?) But I think if Snipeshooter existed in papermill or Barney Peanuts in 92sies, the two of them would have gotten into some good ole mischief together. And he would have looked up to Bumlets I think.

My unpopular opinion about this character: As I mentioned above, I really want Romeo to be a newsgirl. Let her be a silly little girl who tries to imitate/impress her older brothers by trying to woo the ladies. It would just make her nickname so much better too. A boy named Romeo? Meh, that's fine I guess but it's been done before. A girl named Romeo? Exquisite.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: This is the one (1) time you will ever catch me saying this, but I wish Barney Peanuts had been a character in 92sies. He just needs a place to shine y'all and why shouldn't that have been 92sies? I love that he was inspired by a real newsboy and I wish that the other stage musical newsies had similar inspiration behind them. But then again I am a history nerd first. I wish he had made it into the final stage musical lineup. If we could have had Barney Peanuts, we could have had Army (who had only one arm), or Scotty Lavelle the "King of Chinatown", or Crazy Arborn and his prezels. Let us never forget the real kids who inspired Newsies in the first place, that's all I want to say.

Thank you for asking! :)

ask game

characters answered: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly, Blink and Skittery, Bumlets and Swifty, Sarah Jacobs, Specs and Dutchy, Les Jacobs, Crutchie, Snitch and Itey, Mush Meyers, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber, Snoddy

[dustyy-angel]

The Best Newsies Thing submissions

Race's cigar

Jack Kelly

The money the movie didn't make

King Of New York

Davey Jacobs

David Jacobs (movie)

Seize The Day

Sprace

Crutchie (uksies)

Trans Racetrack headcanons

Crutchie

92sies Mush's front flip during Carrying The Banner

Race

Spot Conlon (movie)

Javey

Javid

King Of New York (movie)

Newsies fanfiction

Kid Blink (movie)

Katherine

The tony awards performance

Spot Conlon (uksies)

The chair Mike Faist fell through

Ben Cook kicking himself in the face

Jeremy Jordan attempting to dance and almost falling on his face during the proshot bows

Bill and Darcy

Albert

Albert (uksies)

Christian Bale falling over every time he tries to dance

Race (movie)

Santa Fe

Les pretending to smoke his candy to imitate Jack

Musical Davey's character development

Mush (movie)

The Delancey brothers

"The woild is yer erster"

Bumlets spinning on the ceiling fan

Jack Kelly (uksies)

Stray x Lucky (uksies)

Elmer

JoJo

Finch

Santa Fe (movie)

"Hi i'm Andrew Keenan-Bolger and I play Crutchie in disney's Newsies"

Dancing with the stars performance

Carrying The Banner

Carrying The Banner (movie)

"GO GET EM COWBOY! YOU GOT EM NOW BOY!"

"Our man Denton!"

Bryan Denton (movie)

Unemployed by Joshua Burrage and Ben Cook

"THE POOR GUYS HEAD IS SPINNING!"

Ben warming up and Andrew putting on multiple pairs of headphones

Sarah Jacobs (movie)

Specs (Ryan Steele)

Specs

Jack Kelly (movie)

Katherine (uksies)

Out There in Santa Fe by Ben Fankhauser

"I am a kooOOOoiiiii"

Andy Richardson crawling around like something from a horror movie

Ben and Sky dancing to What If I Go

“Forget about Trey. Where’s my fucken chair?”

Andrew forgetting the strike sign

Kara accidently throwing the broom into the orchestra pit

Corey Cott singing the Santa Fe key change four bars early

"It's oyster Race" "THATS WHAT I SAID"

Sniper

Les Jacobs (movie)

Letter From The Refuge

Once And For All

Skittery (movie)

Jess LeProtto falling into the orchestra pit

Finches slingshot

Gay/Trans awakenings caused by the movie

Za Zooming Out

"Up stays, uh upstairs"

Bad weather and shopping

Tommy Bracco pep talks

Letter From The Refuge (Ben Cook edition)

Anthony Rosenthal's vlogs

Redfinch

Newsies fanart

Seize The Day (movie)

Blush

Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square

The stage directions for Jack shaking Roosevelt's hand

Jeremy Jordan

Ben Fankhauser

Henry

Newsies Got Swag

Brooklyn's Here

WWH (reprise) at broadway bakes and Cory keeps messing up

Anything You Can Do by Mike Faist and Adam Kaplan

Ben and Lavon singing Something To Believe In

"AAAHHHHHHHH" "See this, this is Newsies"

92sies Jack saying "ambastards" instead of ambassadors

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good" "Dszahdh"

Crutchie swearing in uksies

The amount of ass-slapping in livesies

[ao3feed-newsies]

X is for Xanthous

by, ArtemisRayne by ArtemisRayne Medda fights to hide her nerves. What is she thinking, bringing home another kid when she's barely managing the one she's got? Her optimism isn't high when she first lays eyes on the stocky, surly teen either, but she promised her friend she'd at least give the boy a chance. "Hello, Sean. You can call me Medda." Words: 1733, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 24 of By Which You Spell... Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Spot Conlon Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Felisian, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Cat/Human Hybrids, Felisian!Spot, Foster Care, First Meetings, Prompt Fic, A-Z, "May Look at a King" Series Coda read : https://ift.tt/l9GMyQ2 - November 25, 2023 at 09:43AM

[simonrriley]

dream boy

request: “Please may you write Trans!Spot getting a binder or getting his hair cut properly for the first time” author’s note: GAY that’s what, also kings of brooklyn in this one cause,,,rave n m.b said to tags: @luv-ya-hun, @and-shes-calling-a-cab, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers, @heyy--adora, @buttonsdelaguerra, @trans-witch-cauldron   March Third. Spot’s least favorite day and King’s most favorite. Spot’s birthday.

The birthday boy woke that morning to Waterparks blaring in their living room, messy electric guitar following it. King was certainly up and also trying to get him up too.  “Am I the boy you dreamed of?” Echoed throughout their rather small apartment, reaching Spot who was just beginning to sit up in bed. He rubbed at his eyes as he turned to the side and slipped out of bed, making his way to their living room and kitchen combo where the smell of bacon and eggs hit his nose. King had made breakfast for him? Speaking of the taller boy, he hadn’t noticed Spot’s presence in the room yet, too busy staring down at his guitar and trying his best to switch quickly to the correct chords as he played along, hopping and spinning. For a few minutes, he just watched him, observing how he was practically radiating hyper energy and happiness, so in tune with the music. Grinning ear to ear, he quietly snuck up on him, which wasn’t hard, he was sure the people above them could clearly hear the music and guitar. Spot jumped, hopping up onto King’s back and wrapping his arms around his neck, not holding on tightly while his legs wrapped around his torso. He felt King chuckle against him as he stopped playing. “Morning dream boy,” he cooed, resting the bright green guitar against the amp as he moved over towards the couch and gave Spot room to slide off and sit down. 

“Do you know what day it is today?” King asked, sitting Spot down as he turned to face him. No response. “C’mon you gotta know.” Nothing. “Okay of course you know. You just don’t care. Whatever. I’m gonna treat you anyway,” He said with a sigh. “Your breakfast is on the counter. Get ready fast, Jack has decided to invite everyone he has ever met for today. I tried to tell him not to be he’s...fuckin’ Kelly.” Spot laughed, rolling his eyes as he stood up and made his way over to the breakfast bar and sat down. “That doesn’t surprise me, Kelly does whatever he wants,” he muttered as he began to eat while King disappeared down the hall, going to do whatever. He didn’t catch it. The rest of the morning flew by as well as the afternoon as it consisted mostly of the same thing. Friends coming over and giving him gifts and congratulating him on something that wasn’t even a thing he’d done. They all had this same smirk when he’d brought up that King hadn’t given him anything yet. They were up to something.

Once everyone had left, Spot sat against the couch, lazily tuning his new guitar. Apparently Albert, Race, Jack and Jojo had all tipped in to get him a new guitar. It was bright red and it was perfect. He loved it. He named it Brooklyn. 

“Alright,” King sighed, getting up from his spot on the couch. “I guess it’s time for your present,” he said, pretending to sound sad about it. The tall boy glanced over at Spot, who was staring up at him confused, as he opened their supply closet and pulled out a few wrapped boxes and bags. Spot had quickly opened all but one, receiving gift cards, a pair of combat boots he’d been wanting for a long time, they had spikes and a few more inches on the bottom so he wouldn’t be stepped on at any more shows, a new leather jacket and tickets for a concert in the fall. King pushed the last bag towards him, grinning like mad. “Levi, what’s in here?” He asked, slightly worried about the contents of the bag. “Just open it. It’s fine.” With a sigh, Spot began taking out the tissue paper and came face to face with another, smaller bag. And another, and another...and another. Until he was down to the last, very small one. He pulled the blue, white and pink tissue paper out to reveal a small, stretchy, black garment on the bottom. He could feel his heart leap up into his throat. Was it what he thought it was? Hands shaking, he reached in and grabbed it, slowly pulling it out. His suspicions were confirmed when he pulled it all the way out and unfolded it over the bag. A binder. His first, safe binder. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he clutched the small garment close to his chest while he tried his best to blink his tears away. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Today was supposed to be a happy day. Or at least that’s what King kept telling him. A small card had fallen out of the inside of the binder and now rested on his thigh. He opened it, carefully reading over the words. ‘Sorry it took so long for you to have one. I hope this makes up for it. Happy birthday mi amor. I love you more than words can say. oh! p.s: you have a testosterone prescription ready at CVS when you are. - dream boy.’

“You’re joking!” Spot exclaimed, dropping the card to the floor, hopping to his feet and charging into King’s already outstretched arms. “How would it be funny, baby?” King asked, holding tightly onto him and pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I don’t know,” Spot mumbled, silently crying into King’s shirt. “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. God, you’re the best boyfriend ever.” “Listen, you know I’d do anything for you. This is just that,” King explained simply, picking him up and taking him over to the couch and sitting down with him in his arms. “You really are the boy I dreamed of.”

[lynnsfics]

Sleepless Nights

Pairing: Spot Conlon x Reader

Request: hello! i absolutely love your writing! could I request a spot conlon x reader with prompt #19 from list #3? thank you so much! you’re amazing! <3333 Prompt: “It’s 3 A.M., shouldn’t you be asleep?” TW: Mentions of neglect, nightmares

Word Count: Approx. 1.8k words

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“Get out of my house,” your aunt’s words echoed in your mind on an endless loop. You bolted up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Once again you were forced to relive the awful night over again in your dreams. 

With a quiet sigh you forced yourself to leave your bed. Immediately you began to shiver and started to regret the decision. You kept going, however. If you decided to stay in bed all you would do is fall back into another nightmare-infected sleep, or you’d stay up the rest of the night, staring at the lodging house’s ceiling. Either way, it wouldn’t be a restful night. At least if you were up now you’d be ready for selling in the morning. Besides, maybe if you were tired enough you could sleep through the  next night without issue. 

While you doubted that theory, you figured there was no harm in trying it. After all it wasn’t as if you had anything to lose at this point. You quickly slipped on a sweater, effectively blocking out some of the chill. The lodging house was quiet as you made your way down the steps. Brooklyn always felt so different at night. When the city fell quiet and you finally felt like you could breathe. All you could hope was that the others wouldn’t ask questions as to why you kept staying up so late. 

Reaching the entry of the lodging house, you breathed a sigh of relief. No one else seemed to be up. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to talk to anyone, you wouldn’t have minded the company. But they were almost bound to question why you were up so late, which would lead you to spilling everything, including a lot of tears. It was better for everyone that you kept all that bottled up.

One of the good things about being a newsie was that no one would ask about your past. Almost everyone who ended up selling papes had some kind of tragic backstory so it was only polite to avoid bringing it up. Truth be told, you hadn’t properly processed the trauma of being kicked out by your only family. But to be fair, how could you? As soon as you were on the streets you had to fight to survive, you couldn’t sit around wallowing about what had happened. 

As much as you tried to push it to the back of your mind you couldn’t stop the memories from resurfacing. Your mother had died when you were young, and your dad did his best to raise you. After he was tragically killed in a factory accident you were left in the care of your only remaining family- your aunt. She was an older woman who tried to raise you but had little money of her own. However she was too proud to admit to her financial situation, and wasted what money she had on frivolous trinkets rather than things you needed to survive. Your needs were always the least of her concerns.

One day you stole some bread from a local bakery, thinking you’d get away with it like usual. Most days stealing was the only way you’d be able to get something to eat. But you were tired, too tired, and didn’t notice the shopkeeper watching your movements. By the time you realized it, it was too late. The bulls had already arrived and you were taken into custody. Thankfully the shopkeeper was kind enough to insist you not be taken to the Refuge, but instead let off with a warning.

When the police escorted you home, you aunt was livid. It wasn’t because you were arrested, oh no, it was because you were arrested for stealing food. Imagine how badly that made her look! “What would people think,” she cried. “That I’m too poor to buy you food?”

“Maybe if you actually bought me food instead of worrying about your image, this wouldn’t have happened.” The words left your mouth before you even thought about it.

Your aunt’s face contorted in rage, “Why you ungrateful little wretch. Get out of my house!” After that you were living on the streets. Fortunately you became a newsie, and now hardly ever had to steal to survive. 

You were too lost in thought to realize someone had entered the room you were in. It wasn’t until you heard someone say your name that you were snapped back to reality. Looking up, you glanced around the room. Your heart raced when you saw who it was. 

“Oh, hey Spot,” you said, trying to play it cool. “I didn’t wake you up, did I?” You prayed you hadn’t. Waking up the King of Brooklyn was probably a crime punishable by death. 

“No, I was up,” he answered, much to your relief. “But what are you doing? It’s 3 A.M., shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You shook your head, “Couldn’t sleep. You?” Maybe turning the conversation back to him would draw attention away from your vague answer.

He nodded in understanding. “Same thing. Want a cup of coffee?” You weren’t sure where he would get coffee at this hour but nodded yes anyway. It would be rude to refuse, right? Besides, maybe the coffee would help you stay up while selling papers tomorrow.

Beckoning you to follow him, he led you to a back room you had previously thought was just for storage. Instead it seemed to be a small office space. A wood burning stove sat in the corner, a pot of water boiling on its surface. The room had a homey, lived-in feel that you couldn’t help but bask in. Two plush, but worn looking, chairs sat near a desk, and Spot motioned for you to have a seat in one of them. 

“It’s my private office,” Spot explained. “Don’t be tellin’ any of the others about it, or else they’ll be in here all day,” he said with a small laugh. The fact he even let you see the office was shocking. While you had talked with him often, you wouldn’t have expected him to trust you this much. After all, it didn’t seem like he became too close with any of the newsies. 

He handed you a hot cup of coffee and all other thoughts instantly dissipated. It was perfect, not too sweet or too dark. Just the way you liked it. You drank your coffee in comfortable silence that was occasionally peppered with some small talk. 

When the morning bell rang he walked with you to the selling window, causing whispers amongst the other newsies. After the day ended you felt tired enough to fall asleep as soon as you made it back to the lodging house. However, later that night it was the same story as always. The same words echoing in your head, the same racing heartbeat as you woke up. Again, you made your way to the lobby to clear your thoughts, only to see Spot already sitting there. 

You smiled slightly, “Can’t sleep?”

He shook his head. “Nope. You too?” That’s how it happened that once again you found yourself in Spot’s office with a cup of coffee in hand. Before you knew it, it became a tradition. When you both couldn’t sleep he’d invite you to join him for a cup of coffee, and then walk with you to buy his papes. Eventually you’d end up sitting next to each other on the sofa in the lobby— close enough that you could notice the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke of a good selling day, but far enough away so if any of the other newsies came down they wouldn’t suspect anything was happening between the two of you. Because nothing was happening, right?

The two of you became closer during this time, often talking about anything and everything. As you opened up to each other he finally explained why he never seemed to sleep. Too many worries about the newsies and selling kept him up at night, leaving him unable to sleep. That night he asked the question you’d been dreading. “Why is it that youse can’t sleep?” 

You stared into your coffee cup for a moment before answering quietly, “Nightmares.” For some reason you knew he wouldn’t laugh at you for being plagued by the night terrors. 

“Do ya want to talk about it?” His voice was softer than usual, and you could tell he actually cared about what was bothering you. 

After a moment of consideration you nodded. You explained it all, from your father’s death to your aunt’s neglect. As you finished your story, explaining the nightmares about being kicked out, a tear slipped out the corner of your eye. Until then you had managed to hold them back, not wanting to cry in front of him, but eventually your emotions had betrayed you. 

He moved closer to you, gently wiping the tear away. “Hey, it’s alright,” he said quietly. “You ain’t there anymore, I’ve got you.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you found yourself leaning into his embrace. 

“It doesn’t even bother me about leaving,” you said honestly. “Life wasn’t good there. I think I just don’t want to be alone again.” 

His eyes met yours, “I’m here now, and I promise you that you ain’t ever going to be alone again.” Maybe it was his words, or the small gestures of kindness, or a million different things, but you felt yourself being drawn to him. He leaned in and you quickly closed the remaining distance. The kiss was soft and reassuring. As he pulled you closer to him, you felt safe for the first time in a long time.

When you finally broke apart you were breathless. For the rest of the night you two talked, opening up about your childhoods and things that worried you, occasionally sharing another kiss or two- or more. The whole time you were curled up next to him, his arms holding you gently. 

Eventually you felt yourself growing tired and without even realizing it you ended up falling asleep. Spot smiled, glad you were finally able to get some rest. It wasn’t too long after that he found himself dozing off.

When you two finally awoke it was morning. The other newsies hadn’t yet woken up, which you were thankful for. That day Spot stayed with you while selling, and he did the day after that, and again until it became the normal routine. At night you’d fall asleep in his arms, a feeling of security washing over you. He was your protection from nightmares and worries, and you knew you’d never have to be alone again.  

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Requested By: anon

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[sugarbutterbroadway]

Walking mouth and the case of the littles

“This is killin me Davey!”Jack exclaimed, pacing the empty lodging house. “Racetrack been gone all night and he still ain’t back yet, that ain’t like him”

“He’s spent the night out before, what’s the difference?”He asked. Jack’s jaw almost fell from his face as he gaped at the boy. 

“The difference”He spat, “Is that he’s supposed to tell me where he’s going! Instead, he ran like someone lit a fire under his ass!”

Davey’s eyes fluttered towards the ceiling and he took a deep breath. “Lower your voice when you’re talking to me, Jack” He couldn’t see him but he could feel the gears shifting in Jack’s head.

“And what if I don’t?”Jack pressed, “Huh? What’re ya gonna do about it?”

He said nothing and counted back from ten in his head. Jack just wanted a fight, he didn’t have to give in. 

“Exactly, ain’t gonna do shit”

But boy was he good at pushing his buttons. He abandoned his countdown at five and instead pulled Jack in by the collar of his shirt. The boy stumbled forward and Davey would have felt bad if he wasn’t fuming.

“Shut. Up.”he said through clenched teeth. Jack squirmed in his grasp but he just held him tighter.

“The walkin mouth is tellin me to shut up?”Jack smirked, “That’s rich”

Any ounce of control Davey had snapped. His hand flew from the collar of Jack’s shirt to his jaw and he gripped it. His blunt nails dug into flesh and he pulled his chin up so the two were eye to eye. His body felt like it was on fire and his hands were trembling a bit but he was furious.

“What the hell Davey—!”

“Shut up!”he snapped. He hummed in satisfaction when Jack reluctantly closed his mouth.

“It’s my turn to speak”He said, chest heaving. “When I say lower your voice with me, you lower your voice. I’m here to help you, I could be at home or at the courtyard at school but I am here. I know you’re scared—hell i’m scared too, but you catching an attitude is not helping anyone. I know your first instinct is to lash out but I can promise you if you pull that shit again that you just did I will walk out that door and never come back. It didn’t feel good Jackie, it really didn’t”

At this point he had loosened his grip on the boys jaw to the point where he was just holding it. And Jack leaned into the touch, matter of fact his whole body leaned against Davey’s and went slack. Davey clicked his teeth and wrapped his arms around Jack’s frame, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow.

“Is this what you needed?”He asked. Jack pulled his face up into the crook of his neck and nodded. They were still for a few moments before Jack let out a quiet sound and his body began to tremble. Davey felt hot tears hit his neck and he frowned.

“Oh Jackie”He said in that soft tone, the one only Jack got to hear, the one he had taken for granted. In response Jack whimpered and balled up his fists in the material of Davey’s shirt.

“ ‘m so scared Davey”Jack whispered, Davey felt him hiccup, “ ‘m so fuckin scared, I just want him to come home”

“I know Jackie, I know”he hushed, “He’s gonna come back”

“I fucked up”Jack said after a few beats. He pulled away quickly and rubbed at his eyes.

“How?”He asked.

“I can’t keep doin this to you”Jack said, “Like you said I-I lash out and I treat you in a way that you shouldn’t be”

“How should I be treated then?”He said, raising a brow. “Humor me Kelly”

“Like you’s the king of New York”Jack said, “You should get flowers and chocolates an-and I should be nicer to you-”

“It sounds like you want me to be your beau”He teased. Jack’s face flushed scarlet and for once he looked bashful.

“I thought you already was”Jack said quietly. Now it was Davey’s turn to blush.

“Oh”He said eloquently.

“I like you Davey”Jack said. “You’s smart, got a good head on your shoulders. You don’t put up with my shit. I like that when I push you push back twice as hard, ya know? You put me in my place”

“Huh”He said, he wanted to say so much more but it was like he couldn’t move his mouth.

“Please say more than that”Jack begged.

“So you like me because I make you treat me with respect?”He said slowly.

“I mean yes but that’s not it!”Jack insisted. “Like you said, you’s here now. Not at the schoolyard,not at home with ya family. You coulda just soaked me earlier but you...you talked to me, you made me understand why i’m wrong. Not many people can do that”

“Okay”Davey said.

“Okay?”He echoed.

“Yeah, okay”He said. He could feel the tips of his ears burning but he wasn’t giving in that easily.

“Can I kiss you?”Jack said, although he looked very confused.

“What’s with the face?”He asked instead.

“I’m um...I’m kinda used to uh…”Jack said, gesturing vaguely.

“You’re used to people swooning for you?”He asked. Jack nodded helplessly.

“It takes a lot to make me swoon Kelly, you’re gonna have to work for it”He said with a wink.

“Y-yeah of course Davey”Jack said. “But um...are we on the same page here?”

Davey decided to take pity on him and grabbed his hand, “C’mere”

Jack shuffled a few steps forward and Davey leaned in. Every fiber in his body was telling him to stop, that he’d never done this before and to think. But to hear Jack gasp and feel his legs go weak was a power rush. He planted his hands firmly on Jack’s waist and tried to match what he was doing. And every teacher that Davey’s had will tell you that he’s a fast learner. Once they had a steady rhythm he pulled Jack’s hips closer and relished in the tiny squeak. Before things could go any further he pulled away and smirked as Jacks lips tried to follow his.

“Yer evil Davey”Jack panted, resting his head on Davey’s chest.

“I like you too you idiot”He said, hoping he didn’t look as rough as his voice sounded. “But you’re not off the hook”

“ ‘m not?”Jack whined. “Why not?”

“You gotta prove you’re gonna treat me with respect”He said, “None of that shit you pulled earlier”

“And how am I gonna do that?”Jack asked.

“Well we skipped a few steps but how about we start with a date?”He said.

“Or I can take you up to my penthouse and show you how sorry I am?”Jack said wiggling his brows.

“Or you can keep your pants on and rejoice in the fact that you’ve got an able left hand”He scoffed.

“A dirty joke from Davey?”Jack said, holding a hand to his chest “Well color me surprised”

“Shut up”He said rolling his eyes and pushing Jack’s shoulders. “Should’ve left after your mouth started going”

“You’s hot when yer angry”Jack said already moving closer.

“Incorrigible”He said shaking his head, but he didn’t push him away this time.

“I got a lot of lost time to make up for”Jack said and brought one of Davey’s hands up to kiss. “Now if you’ll have me we can still go up to my penthouse-”

“Jack-!”

“To talk”Jack said with a smirk, “That’s what people do ain’t it? I won’t touch you Davey, promise. I’m gonna romance you the Jack Kelly way sweetheart, you’ll never know what hit you”

“And he’s back”He said under his breath. “Don’t sweetheart me Kelly, we both know it doesn’t suit me” He wanted to be serious but he couldn’t help but smile at the look of determination on Jack’s face.

“Alright then”Jack said, “I’ll find something that suits then”

“Have fun with that”

“I’m gonna do it!”

“I don’t doubt you Jackie”He chuckled, “Just think of something original, yeah? Nothing that’s been used on your other beaus”

“Ain’t been no other beaus”Jack said, “Just one dame and you Davey, you’s the only one who got close enough, you’s the real deal”

He couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past his lips. Hearing those words made his body run warm and his heart skip a beat or maybe two, was he even breathing?

“I’ve got the walkin mouth speechless”Jack said with a smile, a genuine smile. Davey suddenly had the urge to kiss those smiling lips, but he controlled himself.

“But you...I’ve seen all those people falling at your feet”He said, “you’ve got dames busting out of their corsets for a chance with you”

“Doesn mean I want them Davey”Jack said shaking his head, “I just wanted you”

“You’re a romantic…”he said in awe.

“Took you long enough to find out”Jack said rolling his eyes, “I’m sweet on you Davey, I dunno how many other ways I can say this”

“No no, it’s not you”He said quickly, “it’s just...this is different...I-no one has ever been um… ‘sweet’ on me”

“Well that’s a damn shame because you are beautiful, so damn beautiful”Jack said. Davey wasn’t expecting it but hearing that shocked him to his core. His hands clenched at his side and his body went ridgid.

“Aha that’s the one”Jack said, Davey could hear him smirking. “You like being called beautiful.”

“Shut up”He said pathethically, he felt embarrassed. It was silly to get worked up over something so simple but here he was on the verge of tears because Jack Kelly called him beautiful.

“Hey”Jack said, placing a hand on his cheek. “You don’t gotta be so shy Davey, I’ll call you beautiful ‘til the day I die.”

“But i’m so plain”The words slipped out before he could think about them.

“Ain’t nothin wrong with bein plain”Jack said, “Flowers and birds and buildings and the sky is plain but they’s still beautiful. You got such pretty eyes and yer nose scrunches up when yer thinkin and you bite yer lip when you’s nervous and you look so beautiful when yer smilin-”

“Jack stop it before I cry and it gets awkward for both of us”He choked out.

“Ain’t nothin wrong with cryin”Jack said, “Just means I need to let you know you’s beautiful more often, maybe one day you’ll hear it and you’ll smile instead”

“For someone who’s not good with words you sure know what to say”He said with a sniffle.

“I only know what to say when there’s something worth sayin”Jack said with a shrug. “You make my brain work”

“Your brain works all on its own”He said rolling his eyes. He brought his hand up to cover Jacks and pulled him close until they were nose to nose.

“I think I wanna stay the night”He whispered, “I already brought Les home, my parents’ll just assume i’m here” 

“I think I want you to stay too”Jack whispered back, “I’ll be a perfect gentleman Davey, I’ll treat you how you deserve”

“I just wanted to test you”He chuckled. “You treat me fine already”

“But I don’t treat you fine”Jack said, “you told me that, don’t take it back.”

“I won’t then”He said, “I also won’t object to seeing Mr. Jack Kelly act like a gentleman”

“I’ll start right now”Jack said with a cheeky grin. He pulled away and cleared his throat. “Mr. Jacobs, would you do me the absolute honor of letting me hold your hand?”

“Impressive”He said taking his hand, “You used correct grammar and everything”

“I learned that from bein around Medda”Jack said bumping his hip. “I can talk fancy too if that’s what you like”

“I don’t”He said. He took the initiative to continue when Jack raised a brow. “I’m around people who talk fancy all day, I like the way you speak, it’s charming”

“Charming?”Jack said, wiggling his brows, “For sure?”

“For sure”he mimicked and laughed at the surprise on Jacks face. “What, you think I just talk like this? I got an accent too Jackie, ‘m just better a hiding it”

“Dear lord if I wasn’ tryin to be a gentleman we would be up on that penthouse right now”Jack said with wide eyes. “I think that’s the most attractive thing that’s ever come out of your mouth”

“You like it when I talk like you?”He giggled.

“Hell yeah I do Davey”Jack said, “Where’ve you been keepin that?”

“In my back pocket”He said with a wink, “My ma doesn’t like it when we talk like this,neither does the school but it just feels…”

“Right?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He said, “Feels right, just like bein here with you”

“And i’m the romantic”Jack said rolling his eyes.

“It’s not me bein romantic”He said, “Just telling the truth, I like spending time with you”

“And I like spending time with you”Jack said, “Which means, you should be my beau”

“Nope, still gotta earn that”

“Damn it!”Jack said, “really thought I had ya this time”

“Of course you did”he said squeezing his hand, “We really gotta thank Race” “Thank Race?”Jack said, “For what? ‘m gonna kick his ass when he shows up”

“If I didn’t almost hit you for worrying we would have never gotten to this point!”He laughed, “Look at Race being a matchmaker even when he’s not physically here”

“Wait wait, almost hit me?”Jack said, “you were gonna hit me!”

“I was thinking about it”He said, “I was only going to do it if you hit me first”

“I would never hit you!”

“You pushed me into a streetlight yesterday!”

“Well it ain’t my fault you tripped over the curb!”

“Unbelievable”He said, “We just argued and made up and now we’re arguing again, does it ever end?”

“I think that might just be a part of our charm, beautiful”Jack said with a goofy grin.

“Also I was meaning to tell you this earlier but someone had an attitude and wasn’t thinking straight”He said pointedly. “You said our boys have been all over, right?”

Jack nodded. 

“But have they been to Brooklyn yet?”

“No”Jack said quickly, “Ain’t no one allowed in Brooklyn except Race-oh”

“Ya see?”He said, “Racetrack is fine. If he’s not here then the only logical place he would be is Brooklyn”

“I still don’t see how him and that Spot is friends”Jack muttered, “ain’t a good bone in that kids body”

“I bet people say that about you too”He said with a smile, “It’s all about perspective Jackie. Who knows? Spot may be sweet to him”

“Spot Conlon?”Jack blanched, “Sweet? I bet he kicks puppies for fun”

“Perspective Jackie, Perspective”

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Race couldn’t help but giggle at the sight in front of him. The big bad King of Brooklyn holding a tiny boy’s hand as they walked back to the lodging. They apparently called him Shadow, he was tiny and quiet and stuck close to Spot from the first moment he got there. He wondered why the Brooklyn lodging took in so many children, it didn’t seem practical. Back in Manhattan the youngest in the lodging was Les—who was now ten—and he only stayed there once a month. This little boy had to about five, it made his heart ache. Far too young to be selling papes, it looked like he still sucks his thumb.

As the day progressed it seems not only Shadow, but all the littles were drawn to Spot. The minute they walked in it felt like he was wading in a sea of children. Instead of brushing them off Spot laughed and hugged each and every one of them individually, there had to be at least ten of them. Race watched in awe as he lowered himself to the floor and the kids did the same. He met Blanco’s eye and he walked over.

“They’re always like this” addressing a question Race hadn’t even asked.

“It’s like an orphanage in here”Race joked, Blanco simply shook his head with a smile.

“Boss has a soft spot for children”He said, “Any kid who needs a place to go usually ends up here. He breaks his back for them honestly, and most of them don’ even know it. He wan’s to keep it that way, ya know? Give ‘em the chance to be kids”

Race felt his heart swell and he couldn’t even doubt the love he felt right now. He waited until the children eventually dispersed and made his way over to Spot.

“Racer! ‘m sorry that took so long-”

“My god i’m so in love with you”he said. Without a word he had pulled Spot down the hallway and pinned him to a wall.

“Race-”

“Wanna marry you Spot”He said, planting a kiss on his neck. “Don know how we’s gonna do it but ‘m gonna marry you. Gonna get us a nice house where no one can bother us and we can adopt all the littles you want-”

“Racer!-”

“We’s gonna have a nice yard—tilt yer head—gonna give you life you want even if i ain’t a dame-”

“Tony!”Spot gasped, pushing at his shoulders. “I ain’t mad about what just happened, but where the hell did that come from?”

Race felt his cheeks heat up and took a deep breath trying to slow his breathing. “You’s just so good with the littles it made me feel funny”

“Funny enough to almost nail me against the wall?”Spot said incredulously.

“Shit”He winced, “I didn’ mean to do that it just...I dunno, I guess it made me realize how much I love you”

“You’s a funny one for sure Racer”Spot said, “remind me not to play patty cake with ‘em or nothin before you do somethin indecent”

“I said I was sorry”He whined, “I ain’t gonna kiss you in front of the kids or nothin”

“You’s strong too”Spot commented, “Didn know you had it in you”

“What?”he asked, tilting his head.

“You dragged me down the hall and pinned me to the wall”Spot said, “Angel, my feet wasn touchin the ground”

“Oh shit!”He cursed. “ ‘m sorry, I just-”

“I ain’t never said I didn’ like it”Spot smirked. “Just be careful and don do it too often. I’m still gone for you but my kids come first, they get jealous when I ain’t payin attention to them”

“Wouldn’ have it any other way”He said nodding dopily, “but I should be gettin back soon, Jack’s probably havin a fit an makin Davey lose his mind”

“I got respect for him”Spot said, “Can’t no one make Jack Kelly shut up like he can”

“Believe me, they both know it”He said, rolling his eyes. “I just wished they get their heads outta their asses and get together all ready”

“You,me and all of New York”Spot said, “I’ll walk back with you, lemme just let Hotshot know that i’m leavin”

Race nodded and waited by the front door. It took Spot a little longer than expected but he emerged with an apple and Shadow trailing behind him.

“Alright let’s go”Spot said. Shadow immediately grabbed onto his hand and they were out the door. A few minutes into the walk Race felt a tiny hand grab onto his, his heart melted as he looked down to see shadow smiling at him. Spot was smiling too.

“He’s the toughest one to crack but, he approves”He said. Race smiled and gently swung his hands urging Spot to do the same. Soon enough shadow was giggling between them as he was lifted and swung back and forth. Race wanted to paint this image in his head forever, it was a sight he could definitely see himself getting used to.

[pittbull-enthusiast]

Drabble - Spot Conlon x Reader

One can never have enough Spot Conlon fics, so I’m just gonna drop this one right here;)

Warnings: Bit of a makeout-sesh. Oops

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A thick fog had settled itself all along the streets of Brooklyn. It was bitterly cold and wet out, and the dark grey clouds that had settled itself above the city suggested that a heavy rain was coming. One’s breath came out as white puffs whenever they exhaled, and if they didn’t have gloves or earmuffs, their fingers and ears could be seen as a bright pink due to the frigid cold. This, however, didn’t seem to stop the city’s normal hustle and bustle. Stores were still being frequented, horses were still pulling their carriages, and the Brooklyn newsboys were still trying desperately to sell some papers.

Spot Conlon hated the cold. He also hated fog, damp streets, and pink fingers and ears. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Spot adjusted the brick red scarf around his neck, feeling utterly disgruntled. Selling papers in this kind of weather was hard for newsies, even for someone as talented at selling them as Spot was. Huffing, he looked over to his selling partner.

“Are you’s almost done sellin’ your papes yet, Sneak?” He called. The sandy-haired boy looked over from his place at the lamp post and nodded, and Spot internally sighed in relief.

“A’ight, good. I want you and the boys back at the Lodge as soon as possible, it looks like it’s gonna start rainin’ soon. This weather is gonna give you hiprothem.. hippo.. hyro..”

“Hyperthermia, Boss?”

“Yeah, whatever.” Spot grumbled. “I don’t want you’se gettin’ sick.” Sneak tried and failed to hide his look of delight at his slip-up and Spot shot him a hardened look. The boy quickly looked away and started shouting a headline, and Spot chuckled lightly to himself.

His amusement was short lived, however. Thunder cracked again and heavy rain started falling from the sky, leading everyone to start running for some kind of shelter. Spot stood amidst the chaos and looked up at the sky with what could only be described as an irritatingly offended look on his face.

Spot Conlon hated the rain, too.

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Spot walked in the Lodge and shrugged off his coat and scarf. It was raining pretty hard out now, so he was relieved to see that most of his boys were already inside and warming up. Cold newsies meant complaining newsies, and quite frankly, Spot didn’t want to deal with complaining newsies.

“I don’t care if Hotshot drinks it all the time, Keys, you’se still too young to be drinkin’ this kinda stuff.”

Spot looked over at the kitchen area where the soft Brooklyn accent was coming from and smiled. (Y/N) was standing over a much younger newsie with one hand on her hip and the other holding what looked like a bottle of whiskey.

“But Queenie, Hotshot let me have some the otha’ day-”

“He what?”

Spot walked over and put a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder, which had tensed at the discovery of Hotshot’s irresponsibility with little Keys. She looked up when she felt Spot’s hand and the expression on her face softened.

“Easy, doll.” He said quietly. She nodded and faced the little newsie in front of her again, who looked very upset at the shocked tone she had used.

“Am- am I in trouble?” He asked. He was wringing his newsboy cap in between his little hands and Spot gave the kid a gentle side-smile at the action. (Y/N) wrung her cap in her hands when she was nervous too.

“‘Course not, darlin’,” (Y/N) said while scooping up the boy and placing him on her hip. “S’not your fault you didn’t know, ‘specially if Hotshot told ya you could have some. It’s just really not good for your body, and you wanna grow up big n’ strong, right?” The little boy nodded happily. 

“Just like Spot!” He exclaimed cutely.

(Y/N) chuckled and glanced at Spot, who had on one of his rare smiles. “Yeah, just like Spot.” She set the boy down and ruffled his hair. “Why dontchya go play with Mikey for a bit, hm?” He nodded and excitedly sprinted away. Spot watched him go and then turned his attention to (Y/N), who quickly shoved the bottle of whiskey in a drawer.

“You’re drippin’ wet, Spot.” She said chidingly, but Spot didn’t miss the hint of concern in her voice, too.

“‘M fine, doll,” He said, wrapping a strong arm around her waist. “Just didn’t feel like sprinting back when it started rainin’ is all.”

(Y/N) brushed her fingers through his wet hair and sighed. “Still, you could get a cold. We’re going upstairs to get you changed.”

Normally, Spot hated when people told him what to do. His newsies knew that, the other boroughs knew that, and (Y/N) knew that. However, (Y/N) did it anyways and wasn’t afraid of the consequences when she did so. It’s one thing that had drawn Spot to her so much in the first place. So, Spot nodded and followed her upstairs to his room. He knew better than to object anyway, (Y/N) could get quite fired up when it came to his health.

When he walked in the room, (Y/N) had already tossed another pair of pants and socks on the bed and was bent over digging through a drawer to find a shirt. After closing the door, Spot smirked and started stripping down his layers, admiring the… view.

“Stop starin’ at my ass, Conlon.” She said without turning around. Spot could still hear the smile in her voice and laughed.

“Sorry, doll.” He said cheekily while hopping to get his pants on. “Can’t help myself sometimes.” Waiting back a few more seconds, he slid his socks on and leaned back on the bed frame, staring and biting his lip. His brow furrowed in contemplation for a moment before finally making up his mind. Then he swiftly strode over to the cabinet where (Y/N) was still digging to find a shirt and placed both his hands on her hips, making her spin around and meet him nose to nose.

“Heya, Beautiful.”

“Heya, Handsome.”

The rain could still be heard hitting the roof harshly, but Spot didn’t really mind the sound. He was too focused on the feeling of (Y/N)’s hands sliding up his bare chest and moving to play with the damp hair at the back of his neck. He rested his forehead on hers and brushed their noses together, looking subtly down at her lips.

“I really ‘ppreciate you, doll, ya know that?��� He murmured.

“Yeah, I know.”

He brushed a thumb over her hip. “Yeah?”

She hummed and slid one of her hands up in his hair. “Yeah.”

They stood there a moment, breaths intermingled, listening to the hardened pitter-patter of the rain. Then Spot leaned in and barely brushed his lips against hers. Her grip on him tightened and she met him forward with a deeper kiss, pulling him flush to her body. Spot’s hands tightened around her hips and he slowly walked her backwards so her legs hit the cabinet she had been digging through earlier.

“What if someone comes in?” (Y/N) breathily murmured against his lips, showing no sign of wanting to stop what they were doing.

“Then to hell with ‘em,” Spot mumbled, running his hands past her hips. “They should’a learned to knock.”

(Y/N) chuckled quietly at his remark and Spot smirked, squeezing her ass and then moving lower to lift her legs so that she was sitting on the cabinet. (Y/N) laughed.

“Eager, are we?”

“Only for you, doll.”

Smiling, (Y/N) reconnected her lips with his and continued to heat up the kiss, grabbing at his hair while Spot ran his hands up and down her torso, enjoying the little hums (Y/N) would make when he gently squeezed her hips or breast. Kissing her was Heaven for him.

Spot had just begun to nibble on (Y/N)’s neck when the room door swung open, revealing a now incredibly flustered Sneak.

“Ah!” He yelped, and Spot rested his head on (Y/N)’s neck, sighing heavily and praying to God for some patience. Then he lifted his head up to look at Sneak.

“Yes?” He said impatiently, his grip never loosening around (Y/N)’s waist.

“I uhm.. I- Hotshot said ta come ‘n get you’s..”

“Did Hotshot say why you’s needed to get me?” Spot said with a raised eyebrow, and (Y/N) snickered.

“Uh, somethin’ ‘bout not being able to find his whiskey..”

Spot grumbled something incoherent and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“We’ll be down in a second.” She informed him, her voice laced with disappointment. Sneak nodded and awkwardly made his way out the door, muttering a “sorry” as he went. When he was out of earshot, (Y/N) started giggling and rested her head on Spot’s bare chest, trying to recover from her sudden fit.

“Why’re you laughing?” Spot demanded, trying to lean down and look her in the eyes. She continued laughing and lifted her head up, moving her hand to cover her mouth as she continued to let out rather adorable giggles.

“Hey, why’re ya laughing?” Spot asked again, this time smiling and letting out a laugh at the end of his sentence as he looked at the state (Y/N) was in.

“‘M sorry,” She managed, now moving her hands to his broad shoulders. “You’s were just so mad when he came in-”

Spot snickered and the two calmed down and made eye contact for a moment, before making busting out into laughter again.

“Okay, okay,” Spot finally said, catching his breath and looking at (Y/N) in the eyes. “I should probably go handle whateva is goin’ on down there with Hotshot.”

(Y/N) nodded and leaned in, pecking Spot on the lips once, twice, three times before hopping off the cabinet.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right down.” She told him. Spot nodded and made his way to the door. He had just walked out when (Y/N) had called him back.

“Hey, Conlon!” Spot poked his head back in the door and was hit in the face with a white shirt. “You forgot your shirt.” She said, smirking. Spot chuckled.

“Thanks, doll.”

[youandi-indefiance]

Davey: *lost in a crowd, can't find Jack*

Davey: *cups hands around mouth* CRUTCHIE IS A WEAK LITTLE KID

Jack: *crashes through 80 people with an actual knife in his hand* whAT DID YOU J U S T S A Y

[miryum]

race higgins x reader: enemies-to-lovers (one word), flirting, and fire-escape (also one word)

Warnings: Swearing

“Race, where the hell is my book?”

“Y/n, I swear to fucking god if you touched my cigars-“ 

“Why would I go near your shitty cigars?!”

“And why would I go near your shitty book?!”

“You take that back!”

“Never!”

“Oh my god.” Jack interrupted your squabble by pushing through you and Race, “Could you guys just shut the fuck up?” 

“Sure.” You huffed, “When he gives me back my book.” 

Race groaned, throwing his hands in the air, “Why would I take your book? Reading is for nerds!”

“Maybe you wanted to educate yourself for once!” You growled.

“You’re gonna be late!” Jack called to deaf ears.

“Why do you need your stupid book anyway? You should be selling papes!” Race continues your argument.

“When I’m done selling papes ahead of everyone because that’s how great of newsie I am, I like to read, okay? Or did you not understand that, you ignorant dick?”

“Okay, that’s it!” Race lunged towards you, but Jack was quick to intervene.

“I’m done with you two!” Jack said, “I can’t believe you two aren’t mature enough to at least try to be civil! You know what, you’re gonna be selling partners until you can figure this out.” 

You and Race protest loudly until Jack holds up a hand, “You’ll be able to go back to your regular partners and spots once you stop fighting.” 

A long, annoyed silence followed him.

“Alright?” Jack prompted.

“Fine.” 

“Fine.”

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Except for the shouts to try and sell papes, you and Race were silent. You had soon learned that if you ever tried talking, it lead to shouts and fights. And so, to try to get out of that predicament sooner, both of you had opted to silence. 

You only had a couple papes left to sell, and you soon spotted your next target. 

“Care to buy a paper, mister?” You walked over to a young man, maybe a couple years older than you. You intentionally made your voice sound more proper and light, putting on your flirtest smile. 

“What’s the headline?” The man cocked an eyebrow, smirking.

“Whatever you want it to be.” You said, batting your eyelashes a bit.

“Sure,” The man said, “I’ll buy a paper from a pretty lady like you.”

“Thanks mister.” You smiled sweetly before grabbing his money and quickly exchanging it for a pape. 

You quickly hurried back to Race, not wanting to stay around him anymore than you had to. 

“What was that?” Race said, his jaw tight. 

“What happened to not talking?” You asked cooley, counting your money, “I liked that a lot.” 

“You flirting with that creep!” Race said, ignoring your last comment, “Why’d you do that?”

“To get the money obviously.” You rolled your eyes, “Why else would I flirt with him. He’s not even cute.”

“Oh.”

“Why?” You asked, seeing an opportunity to tease Race, “You jealous.”

“No.” Race said, “Just…” He trailed off, “I’m not jealous.” 

“Mhmm.” You looked him up and down. Race never passed up a chance to fight with you. Why was he acting so weird?

“Whatever.” Race grumbled, “Let's just finish our job.” He then crossed the street and started calling out outlandish headlines.

*** 

You sat on the fire escape, legs dangling off the edge. Your hair was down and your newsie cap was resting next to you.

“Hey.” Your peacefulness was interrupted by a vice you knew well. A voice that was usually yelling at you.

“Hey.” 

Race sat down next to you, a cigar hanging from his lips. 

“Guess you found your cigars, huh?” You gestured towards it. 

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed, “They were under my bed.” 

You hummed indigentley but didn’t say anything.

“Did you find your book?” Race asked.

“Davey had it.” It was your turn to be embarrassed, “Sorry I blamed you.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Race repeated. 

You both sat there for a minute, watching the New York skyline darken.

“What happened today?” You asked, breaking the silence. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You got weirdly upset about that guy today- the one I sold a pape to.” 

Race shrugged, the darkness hiding his blush, “I got a weird vibe from him. Didn’t want you talking to him.”

“So? It’s not like you cared about my well-being before.” You glanced at him.

“Y-You’re a newsie!” Race spluttered, “Of course I have to look out for you! Otherwise Jack would have my head.” 

“Oh.” You stare long and hard at the skyline, “Is that the only reason?”

Race shrugged. After a minute he mumbled, “I’m supposed to hate you.”

“Why?” You asked, “When did we become enemies? Do you even remember how it started?” 

Race through for a moment before looking over at you, a tired smile on his face, “No. I don’t remember. Wow. I’m stupid.” He chuckled, “Hating you has no reason.”

You let out a small laugh, “Yeah. I guess I’m stupid too.” You pushed your shoulder into Race’s, “So what was the real reason for you getting so defensive over that guy?”

“I guess I was jealous.” Race admitted, “I guess I never stopped hating you enough to realize that I might like you. Like, really like you. And then this guy who has so much more money and all comes over and you’re flirting with him-“

You cut him off, “You like me?” Your voice came out in a whisper.

“Yeah…? Is that okay?” Race braced himself for rejection or a look of disgust. After all, that’s what he always got when he liked a girl. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, “Yeah, that’s okay.”

Race’s face broke into a wide smile, “Well then, could I take you out on a date?” He asked, his ever present flirting demeanor back.

“I would love that.”

[neverplannedonnewsies]

Broke

Ok, so y’all know the song Broke by Lovelytheband? I frickin’ love that song, and now whenever I hear Brooklyn I think of Spot Conlon, so I wrote a modern fic based on the song (my first modern fic!) This could probably use some more editing but I just got really into it and I’m pretty proud of it so I wanted to post it now. Hope you guys like it!!

Warnings: Swearing, a minor existential crisis. And drinking (drink responsibly kids).

Spot x reader pairing.

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You usually don’t get drunk at random parties; hell you usually don’t get drunk. But Davey was DDing tonight so you felt secure enough to throw caution to the wind for once. Besides it wasn’t like you were at a random club, you were at a loft in Brooklyn that one of Jack’s friends rented. Sure you’d never met him, you just knew his name was Spot, but Jack liked him so that was good enough for you.

It was pretty crowded in the loft, people standing around drinking and talking, while the living room had become a dance floor. A drunk Race and Smalls were having a dance off, while Henry was in the kitchen trying to eat three slices of pizza at once. You had just decided to take a break from dancing to go get a drink when you spotted a handsome guy you’d never seen before across the room talking to Jack.

“Katherine…Katherine!” you said, clutching at your friend’s arm.

“What, what?” she joked back.

“Who is that guy with the amazing arms?”

“Which guy? Oh that’s Spot, Jack’s friend – wait, you haven’t met him yet?”

“No!”

“Do you want to meet him?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You looked back at Spot.

“Sure, why not?” There definitely was something to be said about alcohol lowering your inhibitions; hot guys usually made you pretty nervous. You followed Katherine over to Spot where he was talking with Jack in the kitchen. Katherine interrupted,

“Hey guys! Spot, this is Jack and I’s friend, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking your hand. Oh yes, he had very nice hands as well. Totally unfair.

“Nice to meet you too. Thanks for having us.”

“Oh no problem, though I can’t really take credit, it was my roommate who thought we should throw a party. Beyond Jack and the rest of his crew I really don’t know most of the people here,” he said, gesturing around the crowded loft.

“Well you definitely don’t seem drunk enough to deal with all this. Why don’t we play some beer pong, Jack and me against you and Y/N?” Katherine asked, winking at you in a conspiratory manner while you rolled your eyes back at her. Spot agreed however, and your group claimed the table when it became available. The game began with much trash talking and jests from either side. You tried not to get too nervous each time your turn came around, but it was hard not to get a little flustered when you could feel Spot focusing so intently on you. Beer helped with that self-consciousness though.

You and Spot narrowly beat Jack and Katherine, jumping up and down and high fiving (well, you were jumping up and down, Spot was smiling at your enthusiasm). Katherine decided she wanted to dance some more, dragging all of you along with her. Spot only stayed for a dance or two however, then bowed out.

You danced a while longer with your friends before deciding to go find some food. On your way to the kitchen you saw Spot down the short hallway that led to the bathroom, sitting on the floor leaned up against the wall, drinking a beer. Curiosity got the best of you and you went over, plopping down beside him.

“Hey, what cha doin’ over here?”

“Thinking. Just needed a break ya know?”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you, I can leave,” you said, starting to get up.

“No, no that’s not what I meant,” he said, holding up a hand to stop you, “I just meant I needed a break from the big crowd. Please stay.”

“Oh thank god,” you said, dramatically collapsing back down, “I’m too tired to stand back up anyways.”

He laughed a little, but seemed preoccupied, picking at the label on his beer bottle. You stared at him for a moment before saying,

“This might be none of my business, but are you ok?” He looked up at you, before looking down again.

“Yeah…” You stayed silent, suspecting more was coming but not wanting to push him.

“It’s just… This is definitely the alcohol getting to me, but life is just so overwhelming sometimes you know? It’s like where is it even going? Am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing with my life? It sure doesn’t feel that way. I’m broke as hell, I can’t afford even half of this place, my roommate is doing me a favor letting me stay here. Him and his friends, they’re all trust fund babies, I’m just a guy from nowhere.

And I don’t even know most of the people here – I’m in my own flat, in a crowded room, and I’m lonely as hell. What the fuck is that?”

“Hey, look at me,” He turned slightly towards you but you grabbed his face to ensure that he was looking directly at you, smushing his cheeks slightly, which only made him cuter.

“Look, I know we just met, but I like you just the way you are. And I totally get it, life is fucking scary and hard man, but you’re not alone. You’re broke; I’m broke. You’re lonely; I’m lonely. I don’t care if it sounds dumb, I like all that and I like that I’m not alone in feeling that way.”

He searched your eyes for a minute, worry creasing his brow, then relaxed slightly and smiled.

“Hey you wanna go get dinner sometime when we’re both sober? Because you’re the sweetest, prettiest girl I’ve ever met and I wanna really get to know you. I think I could really like you.”

“I think I could really like you too.”

@my--little--happy--place

@newsiesgarbage

@bencookisagod

@thebroadwayaesthetic

@king-of-newyork

@bennie-badeend

@seasickdolphin

[anon-pancake]

Just some dirty, smutty spot is all this girl needs on a Saturday night, please?

You mean him whispering “Be quiet princess, you don’t want anyone to see you fall apart beneath me, do you?” as he fucks you into the wood of the docks?

[shewritessometimes]

Read me!

Uhhhh I don’t think anyone misses me so like I might just let this account wither away and die or something cause I feel like no one even would read stuff but rip

[mypersonalswingset]

Racetrack during King of New York

Does anyone else notice during King of New York (Newsies Live), Ben Cook (Racetrack) puts his hands over his crotch whenever Kara Lindsay (Katherine Plumber) puts her leg in the air?

cause that’s one of my favorite parts of King of New York