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hxney-lemcn · 4 years ago

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Magical — Spot Conlon x innocent! fem! reader

Summery: Spot flirts with reader

tw: Suggestive themes (nothing happens tho)

wc: 1.2k

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Jack always warned me about Brooklyn. It was my first day selling, so Jack offered to help show me what to do. We were done selling and we passed by the Brooklyn Bridge which looked super cool. I know it's just a bridge and all, but it was the biggest bridge I've ever seen. The urge to walk at least halfway and look down at the water ran through me every time I passed it. Which was a lot since I passed twice a day to get to and from my selling spot.

It's been a few years since then. We had a strike and I got to meet the King of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon. He seemed very cold with the constant glare and talking about how he'll soak anyone he has to. Yet when we met me he was way nicer than how he looked. He made tons of jokes that I didn't get but that didn't stop us from becoming friends. He even invited me to visit Brooklyn whenever I wanted to. Which lead to the predicament I'm in now.

"Oh, c'mon Jack!" I pouted hoping that would get him to cave in. "I'll be alright."

"Da woild a'int as good as ya think it is (n/n)," Jack said with a sigh. "You'se could get hurt, Bumlets would kill me!"

"I'll be fine!" I exclaimed getting tired of arguing. "It's not like every one wants ta kill me."

"If ya wants ta go so badly at least go with your brotha," Jack sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"OH! Thank you Jack!" I squealed giving him a giant hug before running to find Bumlets. He was talking with Specs but I interrupted their conversation. "Hey Bummy," I spoke out with the cutest voice I could muster.

"Did you need something (n/n)?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Could you come with me to Brooklyn?" I asked hugging his arm. Maybe if I'm cute enough he'll agree.

"Why do you want ta go there?" He asked a small frown taking over his face.

"I haven't seen Spot in awhile," I smiled. Saying his name brought his face into my head and my cheeks heated up. Why do I feel so fuzzy? His bright blue eyes and gelled blonde hair, I just want to hug him forever.

"Why? Ya fancy him?" Bumlets asked looking me over. My eyes widened and my mouth opened slightly. Fancy? No. No way. I just admire him! We're just friends and always will be!

"W-we're just friends!" I stuttered covering my face with my hands. Bumlets smiled softly at me and let out a small chuckle.

"Well alright, let's go then."

Once we got to the bridge I couldn't help but stop to watch the water below. It wasn't the most clean but it was very pretty in my eyes. Bumlets stood next to me silently.

My focus was dragged to a familiar newsie as he said, "What a 'hattan newsie doin around hea?"

A smile carved its way onto my face as I stood in front of Spot, he had some of his newsies standing behind him, "Spot!"

His eyes widened and a tiny smile formed upon his lips, "Heya doll, what's you doin over hea?"

"I wanted to come see ya!" I replied pulling him into a hug. He returned it but let go, pushing me away far to soon for my liking. I could tell he was a total softy but he put on his little bad boy facade in front of everyone else. His eyes traveled to Bumlets and he raised an eyebrow. Bumlet walked up behind me and patted my head. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

"I'll head back to da lodge on one condition," He said. "You make sure my sis gets home safe Spots ya hear? Cause if she don't you won't just be dealin the the Manhattan newsies."

"You don't gotta worry 'bout dat," Spot nodded. Bumlets nodded back before making his way back home. Spots then signaled his newsies to leave, leaving the two of us alone. "So, you'se couldn't stay away from me (l/n)?" Spot asked grabbing my waist pulling me closer to him. I felt my body heat up, but I smiled brightly liking how close we were.

"I've always wanted to be on the Brooklyn bridge," I said placing my hands on his chest. "Seeing you is a bonus!" I noticed his cheeks turn red and my eyes widened. "Spot are you sick?" I asked gently, placing a hand to his forehead. That's weird, he felt to be a normal temperature.

"How about we's go to the dock?" He asked grabbing my hand. I nodded. His newsies eyed us up but didn't say anything. He gave them all a glare before leading us to an area of the dock unoccupied. We both sat at the edge and he kept his arm around me. It felt comforting and safe and I honestly didn't want to leave his warm embrace.

"This is nice," I said leaning into his side.

"It would be betta if we's were in bed instead," Spot said with a smirk.

"L-like cuddling?" I asked feeling flustered.

He let out a cute snort and shook his head, "Yea, that's exactly what I meant." And at that moment I realized something.

Bumlets was right. I do fancy Spot.

I kept looking into his ocean blue eyes as his bore into my (e/c) ones. He brought my body closer to his as the space between our faces got smaller. Then our lips touched. It was completely magical, I felt like I was floating. All the noise around us got drowned out as it was just me and him. I rested my hands on his shoulders. His arm around my waist held me tighter and he put his free hand on my cheek. I pulled away breathlessly and we were both slightly panting.

"Th-th-that was..." I said trailing off not thinking of the right word.

"Breathtaking," He finished for me with a loving grin. I giggled and gave him a giant hug, squeezing him as hard as I could.

"I love you!" I exclaimed in happiness.

"I know," He replied smugly. I pulled away from the hug with a pout. "I love you too." I looked away and crossed my arms. "Aww c'mon doll, don't be like dat," He cooed wrapping his arms around me hugging my back. He then started pecking my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. I let out a gasp and jumped out of his grasp.

"What're ya doin?" I asked with a fiery blush.

He smirked, but before he could reply a newsie showed up, "Some 'hattan newsie's hea to see ya mista." Spot frowned and his glare returned to his face.

"What's his name?"

"Jack Kelly."

"There you'se are!" I heard Jack exclaim making his way towards us. "You'se been gone for awhile and when Bumlets came back without ya I got worried." Honestly Jack is like my dad or something. I stood up, Spot following.

"I guess I should get goin Spotty," I smiled hugging him goodbye before leaving.

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you-and-i-for-forever · 6 years ago

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Pickpocket (SpotxReader)

Fandom: Newsies

Words: 5.6k

Read it on my ao3 instead if you want!

It started out like any average day for you. You woke up in the newsies lodging and quickly got ready for the day.

Rolling out of bed in the only set of clothes you owned, all you had to do was freshen up in the washroom and you were out the door.

You lived in the newsies house but you were in no way a paper seller.

Your brother Kid Blink was, and he insisted you stay in the lodging house with him to keep an eye on you.

Only problem, the guy only had one eye and he had to keep that on the newspapers he was selling. This gave you plenty of time in New York City to run free and independent.

You loved to stroll around and people watch, grab a bite to eat every now and then, but your favorite part was pickpocketing.

It was something you had picked up when you and Blink were living on the street before you had found the newsies.

Your fingers could always find their way into a man’s pocket or a woman’s purse and pull out something of value. You really had a knack for stealing things right from underneath someone’s nose.

When Blink got his job and moved both of you into the lodging house, he made you swear up and down that you weren’t ever going to pickpocket again. He had a good, respectable job now and he would provide anything you needed so no more pickpocketing.

You promised your brother with a smile and reassurance that it was in the past…

But it really wasn’t. You couldn’t help yourself. It gave you a rush every time you walked past someone only to have a trinket of theirs in your hand a second later. It made your life exciting and there was no way you could give that up.

On this particular day, you decided to make your way towards Columbia Street. You always tried to steer clear of the Manhattan’s newsies selling spots so you none of them would see you and report to your brother.

You admired the way the sun shone on the windows, the reflection making the city feel even brighter. There were hardly any clouds in the sky and the wind was blowing a gentle breeze around.

You admired the people as they walked around, the streets being packed from the nice weather. Families walked down the street pushing a baby in a pram, couples walked with linked elbows and flirtatious or shy glances, employees cleaning storefront windows or bringing in a delivery.

The people that interested you most on your walks were the ones that looked like they had money. Confident men in suits with canes or women with fancy dresses and styled hair or even kids who looked like their pockets were stuffed with coins. Really you would steal from anybody, but these always had the best outcomes.

You walked past a small group of well-dressed teenagers, all looking to be around your age. They were laughing and trying to decide where to eat.

You moved to the side as you pasted each other and, in a flash, your hand was in and out of one of their pockets. Your hand immediately returned to your own pocket to investigate what you had grabbed by touch alone.

It was small and round so obviously a coin. You rubbed your fingers over each side once before deciding it was a dime.

Satisfied, you let go and it dropped to their bottom of your pocket where it would remain until the days end.

It wasn’t about stealing a lot from one person, but stealing a little from many people. It was only occasionally when you stole something of great value but most days you just enjoyed taking some money or the odd object from people.

You walked down another street where you walked by a mother holding onto her two young son’s hands. The one closest to you was fussing and carrying a loose handful of sweets while the one farther away was happily admiring a small toy rabbit they were carrying.

You decided on the candy in an instant. As you passed, the little boy’s arm was wagging up and down and he was too interested in fussing at his mother to notice as your finger quickly plucked a few candies from between his fingers.

You popped them into your pocket as well and you kept on going along your merry way.

It was around two o’clock when you were starting to feel satisfied with what you had gathered from the day.

A few dollar bills, a monocle, an apple from a storefront display, the candy from the little boy, a shaving razor you had swiped from a barber who was outside joking with some customers, a police officer’s whistle, a pipe, a pair of dice, a hair ribbon, and dozens upon dozens of coins.

You felt really good and your journey had taken you over the Williamsburg Bridge, just to the outskirts of Brooklynn when you were about to turn around and head back home to empty your pockets and get some real food to eat when suddenly – something caught your eye.

You spun fully around to stop and gawk at what you saw.

A woman was wearing a small silver bracelet. You felt your eyes bug out of your head and your palms get sweaty. It looked like one your mother had given you years ago.

Anything you ever stole, money, watches, toys, was just for fun, but this was different. You had to sell your bracelet in order to get food for you and Blink to eat years ago and you had felt guilty ever since.

Yet, here was one that looked almost identical to it.

You started to follow the woman. She was definitely someone from an upper crust family, what with her clothes and hair and all.

She was walking arm and arm with an older man, probably her father, and they were chatting happily.

You knew this was going to be one that took a while, you had to be careful and quick if you were going to get the bracelet off her wrist and get out of dodge before she noticed.

You trailed behind them a few yards, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while keeping a close eye on every move they were making. You followed them down dozens of streets all the way to Flushing Ave, right by the boating docks.

You had been trailing them for about 40 minutes. You knew you had to turn around at some point to head back home soon or you’d be walking home in the dark.

But you just couldn’t leave the bracelet alone. The lady just seemed to be taunting you at this point and your fingers were itching to grab it.

It just wasn’t time yet.

You pulled the ribbon out of your pocket and began to wrap it around your fingers, bored with how long this was all taking.

You glanced over at the docks, watching boats sail in and out. You admired the water and how it lapped and foamed at the beaches edge.

“Extra, extra!” A group of voices shouted, startling you.

A group of Brooklynn newsies had stepped out in front of you. They got in between you and the woman as she crossed the street. You gasped and tried to move around the boys, but it was no use. You couldn’t cross the street, by the time you had pushed through the boys, you saw the lady and the man entering into a building.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wanted to scream. There went your only chance for the bracelet.

You felt your blood boil and you turned back to the newsies. They were the reason the woman had gotten away. You had tracked them for miles, spent almost an hour following them and these boys were the reasons you lost them.

You didn’t even feel in control of your body anymore. You took a few long strides over and stood in front of one of the newsies.

“Evenin’ Miss, care for the latest edition of the pape?” The newsie said with a charming smile.

You felt absolutely livid. You brought your hands to his chest and shoved him as hard as you could while your foot moved behind his to swipe it out from under him. A trick Kid Blink had taught you.

The newsie was tall but very slim and he dropped quickly.

You still didn’t feel avenged. Quick as a flash, you swiped the newsies bag from his arm and took off running.

“Hey! She stole my bag!” You heard the boy cry but you didn’t care. Those boys had cost you that bracelet and any amount of grief you could cause them would have to make up for it.

You ran up one street, weaving in between people and wagons, your shoes smacking against the ground.

You heard the shouts and calls from the newsies, all chasing after you but they never closed in on you.

You turned down another street and were headed back in the direction of the bridge, back to Manhattan.

You kept up your pace even though you felt your lungs screaming at you for more air.

After a few blocks, you turned your head to try and see if you could still see any of the newsies coming after you. You didn’t hear or see anything so you slowed your pace down to a normal walking speed.

A few people gave you strange looks but you didn’t really care.

You ran a hand over your hair and straightened your dress. You started investigating the newsies bag, curious to know what was all inside.

It held about half a dozen newspapers in it and some string that must had held the stack together originally. There was a smaller side pocket inside it that really interested you. It held all that newsies money he had earned that day.

You counted through the coins as you walked, the pay totaling to fifty-seven cents.

You grinned gleefully, happy to be such a nuisance to one of the boys that had made you lose your bracelet.

It took you around half an hour to get back to the Williamsburg Bridge. You still had about another hour to go before you were home and you were tired. You had only taken a short break to throw the newspapers out and empty out your pockets into the bag but other than that you haven’t stopped for anything.

When you got to the bridge you were able to jump onto the back of a carriage that was headed back to Manhattan. You saluted Brooklynn as you left, happy to be leaving after the disappointing day you had there.

You pulled out the apple you had swiped and enjoyed the bumpy ride across the bridge.

As soon as you were on the other side of the bridge and several miles down Delancey Street, you finally hopped off the carriage. It really wasn’t much farther to the lodging from here and your ride was taking a turn in the opposite direction.

You threw your apple core away and rearranged the newsies bag on your shoulder. You laughed to yourself about how those dumb newsies must feel right now, having lost you so quickly and never catching sight of your again.

You turned a corner and stopped dead in your tracks. You were on one of the less busy streets, very close to the lodging house but found a large group of unfamiliar looking newsies. Their arms were all crossed and they looked furious, all staring right at you.

Your heart began to pound wildly. Brooklynn newsies? How had they found you? How had they known where to you? How had they gotten here before you?

Like a shot, you took off, sprinting for your life.

“Get her!” You heard one of the newsies screamed and for the second time today, you heard a stampede of thunderous footsteps chasing after you.

You ran and ran and ran, but it was no use, you weren’t able to lose the boys this time. You knew Manhattan like the back of your hand but there was no way to shake them.

You turned into an alleyway and headed straight for the fire escape ladder that was waiting at the end of it. At the top, you’d be able to see Jack’s penthouse, only a few blocks away. You could jump from rooftop to rooftop until you got there, no way the boys would be dumb enough to try and follow you. You were sure you’d be safe once you were back, your newsies wouldn’t let anything happen to you there.

You grabbed onto the ladder – you’d pull it up once you were at the top so the newsies couldn’t follow you – and began to climb.

You scrambled up when something caught your skirt. You looked down and saw one of the newsies boys had taken hold of you.

You held onto the ladder as hard as you could, not daring to let go when another newsie grabbed hold of one of your ankles.

You swung your other foot back and cracked him hard in the forehead. He let go, reaching up to cover his face.

You reached down to try and rip your skirt away from the first boy, but the second you let one hand go of the ladder, he tugged hard and you came tumbling down to the ground. You landed hard on your side, elbow and hip vibrating in pain.

You cried out but quickly scrambled backward when you saw the rest of the newsies advancing down the alleyway towards you.

Your back hit the brick wall and your breath was coming out rapidly. There was no telling what a group of boys like this would do to a girl like you.

You fumbled with the bag as the boys created a semicircle around you. You closed your fingers around the razor blade in the bag and flicked it open.

You sprang to your feet as a couple boys stepped closer to you. You swiped at them violently, daring them to come forward.

“Don’t touch me!” You warned.

You were glad you had stolen the razor today, but really, you would have used anything in that bag if you were trying to defend yourself.

“If you do anything to me, my brother will have your heads!” You said, slashing your weapon near a boy’s face who had come too close.

“Yeah? And who the hell is ya brother?” One of the boys asked, arms crossed.

“Kid Blink or Blind Diamond, or whatever you know him by.” You said, knowing those names had meanings to other newsies.

A boy who was a little taller than you snapped his fingers and the boys who were trying to get closer backed off. You cautiously lowered your arms a little.

“So yous is a part of the Manhattan newsies. Chomp thought yous looked familiar.” The boy said, glancing over to a boy with a toothy smile.

“Good for you, you can remember faces. Want an award?” You said to him harshly.

“What was you doin’ in Brooklynn? Any newsie with half a brain knows they ain’t allowed on my turf.”

“I’m not a newsie. I was after something in your turf but your dopey newsies did a great job of making me lose it.” You snapped back.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms grabbed you. One pulled the razor out of your hand and the other grabbed the bag from your arm before you had time to react.

Your arms were held by the two boys after that and you watched as the bag was returned to its original owner. You saw the big, dumb oaf open the bag up, no doubt to check and see if you’d dumped his papers.

“Hey boss,” the boy called out to the boy who had been talking to you. Their leader, apparently, though he didn’t look like much.

The boy held his bag out for his leader to look inside. He grabbed the bag and investigated the insides closer, eyeballing all the things you had added to the collection.

“Oh my, what the butterfingers we have here fellas,” He said with a laugh “Does Kid Blink know that his sister is a petty thief?”

You couldn’t bear to look at him and turned your gaze away.

All the boys all whistled or made some noise of glee at the revelation.

“Deliver this one back to her brother and let’s see what he makes of her.” The boy said, addressing his fellow newsies.

They all agreed and just like that you were being dragged out of the alleyway.

It was late enough in the day that almost everyone had returned back to the lodging house already.

Your face grew hot, already feeling now embarrassing it was going to be when all this came out in front of all the newsboys.

The Brooklynn boys dragged you up to the front step where their leader pounded on the door.

After a few moments, the door was open to reveal the last person you wanted to see right now, your brother.

“[Y/N]?” He asked, brow furrowed in worry and concern the second he saw you surrounded by Brooklynn newsies.

The Manhattan newsies quickly all gathered around to see what was happening.

The two boys who were holding onto you suddenly thrust you forward. You stumbled but your brother caught you before you hit the floor.

“What’s this all about Spot? What were you doing with my sister?” Kid Blink asked, confused and growing angrier by the second.

“Cool it Blink,” Spot said, “Your sister was in my turf earlier today and stole Slouch’s newsie bag along with all his earning for the day.”

“Your turf? What would [Y/N] be doing on your turf?” Blink asked defensively.

“Not sure. We chased her all the way back her and when we caught her, we found all this in the bag as well.” Spot turned the bag upside down and all your things came tumbling out.

The pipe, coins, candy, the ribbon, bills, dice, and the whistle all tumbled out onto the ground in front of everyone. The monocle fell out last and the glass cracked when it hit the ground.

“She also had this,” Spot said, showing off the razor to the room, “don’t know if it was something else she stole or if she bought it through honest work.”

The Brooklynn newsies sneered at you.

Your brother stared down at the pile before whipping his head around to face you.

“You’re stealing again!?” Kid Blink yelled, letting go of you and backing away. “I don’t believe it. How many times have I told you that enough is enough? You don’t need to do this anymore!”

You felt your eyes well up with tears but you fought hard to keep them back.

“You wanna get caught and get sent off to the Refuge? You wanna endanger all the newsies living here if the bulls follow you home?” Your brother asked.

You couldn’t answer. Of course you didn’t want those things. But pickpocketing was your only thing. The only thing you liked and the only thing you were good at.

“Don’t ever do this again.” Kid Blink stated, looking you hard in the eyes.

You nodded once.

Silence hung in the room.

“Thanks for bringing her home fellas,” Jack said and made his way up to Spot. “You won’t sees her in Brooklynn ever again.”

Jack and Spot spit into their hands before shaking on it.

You couldn’t stand it any longer and you quickly swept out of the room, humiliated.

You entered a small hallway in the very back of the lodgings that led to your bedroom. You closed your door as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

You removed your shoes and curled up on your bed, exhausted and embarrassed by what had just happened.

You felt your eyes tear up, but you rubbed them away angrily.

A knock came from the door.

“Go away, Blink.” You said, voice cracking.

“So, if I ain’t your brother, can I come in?” A voice asked.

You blew out air from your nose in a laugh and said yes.

You gave Jack a weak half smile as he entered. He came in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Spot’s really not that bad of a guy,” Jack said after a few moments of you two sitting in silence.

You nodded and shrugged sitting up in bed, “It’s his newsies that are the problem. They need to watch where they’re going and not let some girl push them around.”

Jack laughed a little and patted you on the back.

“Never heard you go violent on another person before. What had you been tracking?” He asked.

“A bracelet,” You said.

“A bracelet?” Jack asked, surprised.

“It looked like one I had…a long time ago”

Jack nodded, knowing what you meant when you said that, “All makes sense now.”

“They got in my way, Jack.” You said, looking up at him, searching for some sort of validation from him. “I didn’t mean to do any of the things I did to them, but I kept thinking how maybe I could just have that small part of my old life back and they ruined it!”

Jack nodded and took your hand, patting it with his other one. “I know kid. You just gotta promise me that you ain’t going to go after another newsies hard-earned dough like that again, alright? No matter what. Promise?”

“Okay,” you said weakly.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Jack said a smile on his face.

“I promise.” You said, not able to hold a smile back. Jack felt like another older brother to you. Most of the newsies did, but Jack just seemed to always understand you, especially when Kid Blink didn’t.

Jack ruffled your hair and got up, wandering back towards the door. He paused and looked back at you.

“Blink’ll calm down soon, he just wants to protect you.” He said

You nodded, knowing he was right.

Jack closed the door and you were left alone with your thoughts.

For the next few days, you were good. You kept your hands in your pocket as you strolled around the streets. You ripped your eyes away from anything that you wanted that someone held.

You spent more consecutive hours in the newsies lodging house than you ever have before. You sat and pouted and avoided your brother and the majority of the other newsies in general.

It was finally on the fourth day of not touching another stranger’s possession when you couldn’t take it anymore.

You left the lodging and made your way to the streets, feeling like garbage.

You stopped at Jacobi’s to get a quick bite to eat (which you paid for) and you wandered onto a street you knew the newsies weren’t selling at.

You walked slowly as you scanned the streets.

Suddenly you spotted the Delancey’s skulking around, looking gross.

You wondered towards them, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. They were talking to each other and eyeing the trolley station. They didn’t seem to notice you.

Kid Blink couldn’t possibly be mad if you stole something from one of the Delancey’s, rights?

As you walked by your hand went in and out of Oscar’s pocket. You kept walking and turned a corner quickly and looked at your hand.

Your face split into a wide grin. Oscar’s brass knuckles! You wanted to squeal in delight but you kept walking and stayed quiet.

You slipped the brass into your pocket and kept going, feeling better already.

You nabbed a few more things from different people, mostly pennies.

After you had swiped a lace handkerchief from a young woman, you felt eyes on you. The hair stood on the back of your neck and you knew it had to be the Delancey brothers.

You started walking faster down the street but felt them speeding up as well. After a few streets, you broke into a run, pushing past people. There was no way you were going to get caught by Oscar and Morris.

You felt like it was an echo of the other day when you were running from Brooklyn boys, for basically the same reason.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp onto your wrist and pulled sharply. Your front was pushed against an alleyways brick wall and one of your hands was twisted slightly so it was pinned against your back.

“What would Kid Blink make of this?” A very familiar voiced.

It was Spot Conlon, not the Delancey’s, though you weren’t sure that was in any way comforting.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, completely surprised. You struggled against Spot’s hands but couldn’t escape.

“Wanted to see how the thief was handling time out,” Spot said before quickly flipping you around and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. He grinned, “Looks like you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh sweetheart?”

You wiggled your arms trying again to get away. Spot smiled even wider and slowly reached his hand down. You tensed up, worried about where his hands were going, but then you felt them slip into one of your pockets.

He pulled out the pennies out of your pocket and looked at them before dropping them back in. He reached to the other one and pulled out the handkerchief and admired it for a second before reaching back in and finding the brass knuckles.

Spot whistled, impressed, “And who’d you swipe these from?” He asked, very interested.

You turned your head away from him, angry that he had what was yours – or what was yours now.

He examined them slowly, turning them over and over in his palm.

You knew there was an ugly pout set on your face but you there wasn’t much you could do. Calling for help would only lead to Spot walking away with the brass knuckles and trying to overpower him was out of the question mostly because you were pretty sure he didn’t have sleeves because his huge arms busted out of them.

You were trying your best to ignore Spot, staring out into the street. All of a sudden you found yourself starring at Morris Delancey, who was staring back at you. He grabbed his brother by the shoulder and pointed you out. Oscar’s face was bright red with anger. They quickly started making a move to cross the street and get to you.

“I have to go!” You said, trying even harder to wiggle free from his grasp.

“Oh yeah? And why’s-” Spot started but was cut off

“You!” Oscar shouted, almost to the alleyway entrance.

“Uh-oh,” Spot said and you were able to slip out of his grip thanks to him being distracted.

You snatched his hand and bolted in the other direction of Morris and Oscar, knowing there was no way for you to get the brass knuckles away from him fast enough for you to escape with them.

You escaped out of the alley and began to quickly weave in and out of people and traffic, hoping to lose the brothers.

You only ran about five blocks before Spot planted his feet and stopped moving. He pulled you into an alleyway, but this time didn’t try to restrain you.

“Why the hell am I runnin’?” He asked

“Those are the Delancey brothers, they help run The World distribution here in Manhattan. I stole the knuckles from one of them and I’ll tell you that they’re no walk in the park.” You panted out.

Spot blew air out of his nose, looking amused.

“So you’ll steal from people, but won’t fight ‘em in a confrontation?” He asked.

“Hey, I got my strong suit, and it’s quick fingers, not hard fists. I know what I can do and it’s grabbing and running, not fighting.”

“Is that why you wanted these?” He asked, waving the brass knuckles around a little, “Sos next time my Brooklynn boys come after ya, you can fight ‘em off?”

You felt your face heat up and you looked away. You did not want to talk about what happened a few days ago.

You suddenly heard shouts from the street and saw the Delancey brothers once again coming for you.

You grabbed Spot’s hand again and started to pull, ready to escape again but he just shook his head. He pocketed the brass knuckles with a smirk.

You watched in awe as Spot turned around to face the Delancey’s alone. The brothers were vicious fighters, always playing dirty.

Spot cracked his knuckles, looking rather intimidating.

“Evening boys, what can I do for ya?” He called out as the brothers approached him.

“Give me my brass knuckles back or we’ll soak ya.” Oscar barked.

“Fellas, this has been all one big misunderstanding -” Spot started before punching Oscar square in the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Morris swung at Spot but he ducked and elbowed him in the gut. When Morris doubled over, Spot kneed him in the face. Morris groaned and held his face. Oscar sprang up and threw punches left and right, but Spot dodged all of them. He grabbed onto Oscar’s arm and twisted it painfully. Oscar let out a yell and wrenched his arm from Spot’s grasp.

Spot grabbed onto the side of Oscar’s head with one hand and Morris’s with the other and slammed them together. Both boys groaned and were on the ground in a second.

You couldn’t believe it, you had seen half a dozen of Manhattan’s newsies try to take on just one of the Delancey’s and fail but here Spot was, flattening both of them within seconds.

The brothers scrambled to get up and run out of the alley.

Spot turned back around to face you, smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s how it’s done.” He said.

You blinked at him for several moments, still not quite sure what you had seen was real. You looked down at his arms, the muscles bulging.

You reached out and touched one of his biceps, feeling how strong he was.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” He asked, flexing his arm.

It was…impressive. He was impressive.

Spot smirk grew wider, “Next time, don’t get caught, huh?”

“You’re not going to tell my brother, are you?” You asked, pulled back into reality a little bit by that last comment. You removed your hand from his arm.

“Nah, Jack told me all about your time living on the street. Old habits die hard, huh?” Spot said, suddenly looking a little remorseful “I’m sorry ‘bout your folks.”

“Why did you grab me earlier then?” You asked.

“Oh,” Spot said, now looking rather embarrassed, “I, um, actually was coming over here to see ya.”

You paused, “Me? Why?”

“To give ya something,” Spot said and reached into his back pocket. He offered you a small package wrapped up in brown paper.

“For me?” You asked and slowly took it from him.

You opened it to reveal a bracelet. You gasped. It was just like the one you had seen. Silver and delicate and shiny and brand new.

“Yeah, I felt bad about the other day, what with my newsies gettin’ in the way of you and-”

You looked up at Spot, feeling like your heart was being tightly squeezed. You quickly placed your free hand on his shoulder and leaned in, kissing Spot, effectively shutting him up.

He seemed stunned for a moment before kissing you back. You had only meant it to be a short, single kiss, just out of impulse and thanks, but once you felt Spot mimic the action, you didn’t want to stop.

You moved your hand that was on his shoulder up to the back of his neck and rested the one that was clutching the bracelet on his chest. He set his hands down on your hips and pulled you a little bit closer.

Spot knew how to kiss and was very, very good at it. You had no clue Brooklynn boys could kiss like this.

You had a sudden thought and pulled away from him.

“You promise you aren’t going to tell my brother?” You asked.

Spot furrowed his brow but didn’t open his eyes. He shook his head slightly, “Don’t talk about your brother while wes is-”

He cut himself off by connecting your lips back together. You smiled into it and kissed him back.

It was a few more minutes before either of you stopped. You started to scatter small kisses all over his cheeks. He hummed and held you a little tighter, arms fully wrapping around you.

You kissed him one last time on the mouth before leaning back. You opened your eyes to find him giving you a gentle side smile.

“How did you know about the bracelet?” You breathed, studying his face.

“Jack told me.” He said, “Said the only reason you acted the way you did was because of it so I went out and got you one.”

“You bought this?” You asked, completely floored.

“Hey, being king of Brooklynn has its perks.”

You stared at him before giggling a little, “thank you.”

“No problem, doll.”

Spot took the bracelet from you and linked it around your wrist.

“You know, I’ve never known no girl who could drop one of my boys that fast,” Spot said with a grin.

“Impressed?” You asked.

“A little.”

You giggled at the comment.

“Impressed enough to let me come to Brooklynn again sometime?”

Spot’s face lit up, “I’ll talk to Jack, let him know you can come over whenever you want.”

“Can I pickpocket while I’m there?”

“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want in Brooklynn.”

You smiled and pulled Spot in for another kiss.

#newsies #spot conlon x reader #spotxreader #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic

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jordmacwriting · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Requests: CLOSED

Updated: 5/15/19

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writing4thewoild · 6 years ago

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The Flavor

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Working in an office would be impossible without the aide of coffee. Waking up early in the morning, doing mundane tasks all day, working in silence with only the sound of the copying machine playing in the background, all of it seems to be specifically tailored to put employees to sleep. That’s why coffee is so important. Without coffee everyone would be too busy yawning and taking naps to get their work done. Without coffee no one would be able to be productive. Without coffee the whole of corporate society would probably cave in on itself.

Sean “Spot” Conlon knows the importance of coffee firsthand. He practically lives off of coffee and has been living off it since he was a teen. He was raised in a household that drank a lot of caffeine and that trait was simply passed down to him. His preferred way of drinking coffee would be black with maybe one sugar. His family would tell him growing up that strong men drank their coffee dark and bitter, so in order to grow up to be a strong man young Spot only took his coffee bitter. At first he hated it with a passion but eventually he got used to it. Though he can clearly see in his later years that the bitterness of ones coffee has very little to do with their masculinity he would still opt to take his coffee this way. It sorta grew onto him over the years.

In the company building Spot has been working in for going on 3 years is it customary for the newbie to make everyone's coffee. Because he usually takes his coffee dark with only one sugar, when it was his turn to take over the position as company coffee maker many of his office mates were completely disgusted by his coffee. Many of the complaints were centered around the theme that the coffee was too bitter. Spot didn’t care though, he continued to make his coffee the way he preferred and didn’t even bother to change for anyone else. As a result, the tradition of getting the rookie to make everyone their coffee faded. No one wanted this boy’s coffee so most just started to make their own.

This went on until you started to work there. You were never one to enjoy mundane work but you were also never one to enjoy being broke so the office job was necessary. You weren’t exactly excited to start at your new job but the paycheck and slightly better financial stability that came with it continued to motivate you to get out of your warm bed and into the workplace. The senior members had a field day with it. A new person hadn’t joined in a while so they were excited. Most of their excitement stemmed from the fact that with a new staff member came the chance to reinstate the old coffee custom. There were some that were weary, the taste of bitter, burnt tasting coffee still strong on their tongues, but ultimately it was agreed on by the majority. The rookie coffee making tradition was making a reappearance.

You hated the tradition. As far as you were concerned it was stupid and useless and just downright rude. You didn’t sign up for the job to become everyone’s barista and you surely weren’t getting paid extra for doing it so there was really no reason you should do it. Yet you still did, because you were told that if you didn’t your work life would be made hell and there’s nothing worse than making enemies on your first day. In order to be most proficient at your task, you decided to walk around the office and ask everyone how they liked their coffee to be made. In theory that was a good plan but it proved to be pretty worthless in the end since everyone ignored you in favor of getting their own work done. You were all by yourself and you had to make a whole 20 something people coffee by lunch. There was only one thing to do. You had to fix the coffee the way you typically liked it, preferably a medium dark color with about two-three sugars. Not too bitter and not too sweet. Just right.

Most people in the office were pretty impressed by your coffee. In sharp contrast to Conlon’s coffee it was actually pretty enjoyable. Actually almost everyone in the office enjoyed the coffee you made, everyone except Spot Conlon. Spot Conlon still preferred his coffee to be dark and was in no way making any effort to change his tastes. While everyone else enjoyed the rookie’s coffee he continued to make his own cup everyday. If anything he started to make his coffee darker just to spite everyone.

With Spot always deciding to opt out of the caffeine run, you had little reason to speak to him. You both worked in different areas and didn’t talk to one another at all. Spot didn’t mind that either. His philosophy was he was at his job to work not socialize, so if he just so happens to meet the new person great but if not, oh well. This continued for a few months. You would deliver the office’s coffee and skip over Spot and Spot would make his own coffee and not be bothered. Report week broke the cycle.

Report week is the most dreaded week in the office. Everyone has to start working extra hard to stay on top of their reports and have to make sure that they send them in on time. It is a week full of rushing around, the strong scent of caffeine in the air, and the sound of clacking keyboards. During that week you became the most important person on the floor. Everyone loved you and loved your coffee even more. Even the great and mighty Spot Conlon had to start drinking your coffee due to his packed schedule. He didn’t have the time to get up and make his own whenever he needed it so he was forced to drink the caffeine that was passed out by you during the day. In the beginning he hated it. It was too creamy and had far too many sugars in it. It felt as though with each sip of coffee came a fresh coat of sugar and cream to coat his tongue. It made him want to gag and spit it out but he most certainly didn’t have enough time for him to make his own cup so he just powered through it and kept working.

Since Conlon started to jump onto the office coffee bandwagon both you and him had more reason to speak to one another. At first it started with simple ‘hello’s. Then it turned into ‘how are you today’s and ‘how’s your work going’s. Quickly it escalated into staying after work to hold extensive conversations about your lives and your likes and dislikes and everything in between. Sometimes the conversations were serious and down to earth while other times it was lighthearted and silly. The brief moments that the two of you spent speaking to one another were amazing to him and often made him regret not going out to meet you sooner. If only he knew that the coffee server that he spent so much time avoiding was this amazing, he would have gone running to go meet them a whole lot sooner. You made the seconds bleed into the minutes which bled into the hours etc. Time flew past quickly and just as quickly as it started, the most hated Report Week was over.

Even after Report Week was over and all the pandemonium was officially over, Spot still found himself taking the coffee that you handed out. You quickly became one of his favorite people in the building and the coffee was the only thing that gave him the chance to speak to you. After a couple weeks the taste of caffeine along with smooth cream and sugar became something that he was used to. In fact after a while he began to enjoy it. The sweetness that accompanied it reminded him of your sweet smile and the savory moments the two of you had together. The two of you also shared a lot of common interests and at times could even find similarities in how you were raised. You bonded with him in a way that Spot rarely did with other people let alone in the workplace. To him the workplace was supposed to be a place of strict professionalism, yet when it came to you he couldn’t seem to bring himself care. He would gladly choose to spend his entire day with you and if it took drinking coffee all day to make that happen then he would do it gladly.

Spot didn’t know how accustomed to, and sometimes even fond of, your presence he had become until one day you didn’t show up to work. The floor coffee server was gone and now everyone had to make their own. Spot didn’t mind pouring his own steaming hot mug of joe but he did miss you. He missed your smile and your eyes and the silly conversations you two would have whenever you spoke. He missed the brightness that you brought to the work place whenever you were around. He even missed your coffee. At that point his bitter, black coffee was too bitter for him to enjoy. The taste felt like sand paper rubbing against his tongue and it was absolutely horrible. It confused him. He used to love drinking his coffee that way, in fact it was the only way that the was able to drink his coffee, yet now it was far too bitter for him. His tastes had changed and that was all because of the coffee server. Because of you. When that realization dawned on him, his heart momentarily skipped a beat.

The rest of the day was rather unproductive. How could he possibly do all of his work with the thought of you stuck in his head. Now that he was painfully aware of the impact you were making on him and his preferences, he was fixed on you. He made an insufferable amount of mistakes while he was working and was frequently caught zoning out. He became hyper aware of the void you left when you weren’t there. He was antsy from the lack of conversation that day. He had become so used to speaking to and confiding in you, that now that he couldn’t do that he felt deprived. He felt like an integral part of his day was missing and he missed it immensely.

When you came back the next day he was ecstatic. He spent the whole night before thinking about you and how you made his heart race. Suddenly he went from the big and bold brooding bad boy that most chose to stay away from to a small squish of a man whose head was forever set in the skies. He wasted his hours staring at the ceiling and thinking about scenarios. About cute dates and hugs and kisses. Somehow he found a way to make himself fall for you harder than he did originally. His heartbeat went from a soft stutter to a harsh pounding whenever he thought of you.

That morning you looked beautiful. Perhaps others in the office would think that you looked no different than you usually did on any other day, but to love stricken Spot you looked wondrous. Like an angel from above. When you came around to give him his daily cup of coffee and hello he was completely flustered. His cheeks were dusted a light pink and his breath was caught in his throat. Before he could even think about what he was about to say his lips started to move.

“Hey (Y/N), would you like to go out for coffee later. Like on a date.”

#newsies imagine #newsies x reader #spot conlon imagine #spot conlon x reader #broadway musical imagine #Newsies #spot conlon

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filmprojector-anon · 6 years ago

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90 with SpotXReader

90. “I think you’re jealous!”

Spot and you had been volunteering at the same pet shelter for a while now.

Of all the pets, the two of you had unofficially adopted a pit bull named Orville.

He was your favourite to bathe, walk, and generally spend time with.

One day, Spot is sick, so you send him pictures of you playing with Orville.

He only sends back an angry face emoji.

“I think you’re jealous!”

“Of Orville, yeah. He gets a fun day alone with you.”

You blush as you put your phone away, not sure of what to answer.

#ask film projector #spot x reader #fluff #spot conlon #newsies

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miryum · 3 years ago

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Maybe spot conlon x reader headcanons where reader is like, a protegee to Medda and they meet when she preforms or something?

Yes! Brilliant! Keep sending in requests guys! (I got so carried away....)

You were the protegee of Miss. Medda Larkin herself

And, as we all know, the newsies all love her

About a month after the strike, the newsies decided to get together and celebrate. Of course, Medda let them use her theater

Medda encouraged you to be the first act, even though you blatantly disagreed

But, she practically forced you out on stage

Before your act, you peeked out from the curtain, and couldn't believe your eyes. There were so many newsies!

At the front tables sat the famous Jack Kelly and his all of his Manhattan newsies and at the adjourning tables sat newsies from Brooklyn, the Bronx, Queens, Richmond, and so many more!

You started to hyperventilate, but Medda pushed you on stage and signaled for the curtain to rise

Oh boy.

The curtain rose and the performer side of you took over

Singing one of Medda’s most famous songs, you danced around the stage, flirting with some of the newsies in the audience

At the end of the song, you lifted your arms above your head, tucking your head down

The place went wild

Not only had they gotten to see someone preform (and get a couple of drinks out of it), but they had seen an eligible young woman, their age, preform

And Spot Conlon was pretty sure he was in love.

The minute you had come out onstage, he thought that you were the most beautiful thing ever to walk the Earth

While on the streets of Brooklyn, he had seen a lot of pretty girls- even flirted and kissed some of them- but he realized than none compared to you

He knew that he had to talk to you

Unbeknownst to him, however, a lot of the other newsies had the same idea

After the show, he practically had to push through two dozen newsies just to talk to you

You were hovering next to Medda, smiling nervously as she talked to Jack. You weren’t really used to people flirting with you, so you just smiled, blushed, and said ‘thank you’ over and over again, trying to silently tell Medda that you were out of your comfort zone

Obviously, being the queen that Medda is, she noticed that. She just didn’t do anything about it

You were very close friends with Jack Kelly- you two had met through Medda- so when he started talking to you, you did grow more comfortable

“’Ey, uh, Jackie boy.” Spot pushed himself to the front of the small crowd, “Do ya wanna introduce me ta your friend?”

Jack rolled his eyes, used to Spot’s flirting. But who was he going to say no to the King of Brooklyn?

“Y/n/n, this is Spot Conlon. The King of Brooklyn.” You noticed a hint of sarcasm within those words, “Spot, this is Y/n.”

Spot took off his hat and kissed your knuckles, “I don’t tink I’se ‘ad da pleasure of meetin’ such a beautiful goil such as yourself.”

Boy, were you a blushing mess

And Spot was eating it all up

The newsies around you had quieted, knowing that when Spot claims a girl, it’s a big deal

“Thank yous.” You said, “But if I’se ‘ad known dat I would be meetin’ you taday, den I’m not sure I woulda come.”

(Buuuuurrrrrnnnnnn!!!)

The newsies all ‘oooohhhh’ed and gasped. No one ever disrespected Spot like that!

To be honest you weren’t sure where that had come from. You weren’t the one to flirt back

But oh my god, Spot was in love

He knew that he had to get you

From then on came a long battle of wits.

Spot would find excuses to come to Manhattan and then stay over to see your performances. He would then stay after the show and flirt with you

You, would flirt back, but not without a deeply colored blush on your cheeks at all times

Jack hated this, but what was he to do?

After a couple of weeks, Spot finally got the courage to ask you out. Who knew that the King of Brooklyn could get cold feet?

Spot had tried to ask you out a couple of times before, but he had always chickened out

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah Spotty?” Oh, he loved it when you called him that.

“Well... ya know... I just wanted to tell you that you did great!” Dammit! He just couldn’t do it...

“Thanks Spot.” You softly smiled. It wasn’t often that Spot gave you a sincere compliment. But when he did, you knew that he meant it.

So, Spot tried again

He came up to you after a specially rewarding show

And frickin’ asked you out.

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

He met you backstage, out of the way of the prying eyes of the other newsies.

You could tell that Spot was nervous- but that was a rare instance. He must wanna talk to you about something important.

“Would ya wanna do sometin’ wid me sometime?”

“Like what?” Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t believe it. Spot Conlon was asking you out on a date!!!

But of course you had to make him squirm

“I’se mean, I don’t know.” Spot shrugged. He took off his cap and ran a hand through his hair, “Whateva you wanna do.”

“Would this be a date?” You asked, trying to bite back a large smile

“I- I mean I was tinking it would be butifyoudon’twannaden-”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Spot. Pick me up tomorrow at eight, yeah?”

Spot was so freakin’ relieved

“Yeah.”

And when you kissed him on the cheek and left him standing there.... he almost died

Needless to say, the date went wonderfully

And now that Spot had you, he was not letting go.

Let’s talk a little about your relationship with Spot *pulls up chair and clears throat* You ready for this? ‘Cause this boy is a mess.

Even though Spot is the “King of Brooklyn” this guy is a huge softie

But he can’t let his boys know that

And yet he still wants to show his affection for you....

As you can see, he’s very conflicted.

So, this usually results in pulling you into alleys and kissing the life outta you

No matter the social rules of the 1890s, Spot always has his arm around your shoulder or waist

He loves giving you kisses on you cheek or forehead

But the place he loves to kiss you most is your jaw and neck (cause it always leads to something else)

Spot is very very very (I can not stress this enough) very protective of you

If a boy even looks at you wrong, Spot’ll either soak him, or send his boys after the guy while he treats you like the queen you are

While on the subject of the queen you are, your official title is “Queen of Brooklyn” and all of the boys look up to you

The rare times that Medda and Jack let you go to Brooklyn, the Brooklyn boys are all very excited

You play and sing with the younger ones, bring them all food, patch up some clothes, and let Spot take a break from the harsh duties as head of the Brooklyn newsies

But after the little ones have been put to bed, Spot pulls you into his own bed and you two have a very fun night *wink wink*

Speaking of which, Spot is always horny

Anytime that you’re onstage in those cute little costumes, Spot finds himself getting... aroused

He likes it when you wear his newsies cap or suspenders. He especially likes it when you pull him towards you using those suspenders

Ever since you and Spot got into a relationship, you had become a whole lot more confident in yourself

And Spot really likes it when you use that confidence in the bedroom

I’ll say it once, and I’ll say it again, he’s a horny boy.

Although he’s always horny, he’ll never say no to cuddles (because the poor boy is touch-starved)

But let’s be honest, all the newsies are touch-starved

Spot really likes it when he’s the big spoon or when he lays on you and you play with his hair

Spot, interestingly enough, also knows how to braid hair (not canon, just something that seems like him)

He’ll sometimes do it before shows or just whenever he wants to

Spot loves you very much, but even the greatest couples get into arguments

On the rare occasion that you two fight, it’ll probably start with something small, but then snowball from there

For example, Spot wants you to spend more time in Brooklyn with him, but you also have other commitments to Medda and the Manhattan newsies. From there on, it comes to how Spot is too overprotective of you and won’t let you do anything but “’e’s sorry dat ‘e wants ta make sure his goil is safe!” (that was sarcastic in case you couldn’t tell)

It usually ends in either you storming out or you two coming to an uncertain ceasefire

If you were at the Brooklyn lodging house when you stormed out, Spot would hurriedly walk after you, trying not to make it seem like he cared so much. By the time he caught up to you, you were already down the street and he would always use the excuse “I can’t let my goil walk home in da dark” so that you would let him stay. You would usually make up on the walks home

If you walked out when you were at Medda’s, Spot you try to come after you, but Medda would normally protect you. She would either make up something like “Y/n has to inspect all of her costumes for holes and tears.” or “Y/n has to go on stage soon, she can’t talk.” And then Spot would either go home or wait for you. But no matter what, he would settle this

If the fight ended in an uncertain ceasefire, you would sit on other sides of the room and talk quietly about anything but the fight. Slowly but surely, you two would inch your way back towards each other and make up

Spot figured out that he loved you ever since he first saw you patch up a littler newsie

His love for you only grew when you would rub his shoulders and back while he ranted about the Brooklyn newsies or when you would comfort the little ones after they had a nightmare

He especially loved you when you would climb on top of him and start kissing him

When you finally turned eighteen, Spot, being the old fashion boy he is (I mean, it was the 1890s, so everyone probably did this but-) wanted to go to your father to ask him for your hand in marriage. But you didn’t really know your father. The closest thing you had to a family was Medda and the rest of the newsies.

So, he sat Medda and Jack down and asked them good and straight, “I wanna marry Y/n. Do I’se have your permission ta do dat?”

Jack said no but Medda smacked him upside the head

Medda said yes (of course). Seeing how happy you and Spot made each other was enough for her. She then gave Spot a really big hug that left him gasping for air

Jack, however, was a little harder to convince. But in the end, he reluctantly said yes

So, the next week, Spot proposed to you with a ring that Medda helped pay for

It was old and the gold was faded and a bit dirty, but you couldn’t love it any more

Spot’s engagement speech was really sweet: “Y/n. I’se know dat I’m a poor newsie, but that doesn’t limit my love fo’ you. You’re da light of my life and ‘ave made me a much better man. I hope dat you accept dis ring an’ make me da ‘appiest man alive by marryin’ me.”

Davey helped him write it

But you said yes (obviously) and you two spent the rest of your lives together in a very happy marriage

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miryum · 2 years ago

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A Greaser’s Girl- Outsiders AU (Spot Conlon x Reader)

Based off of this request: Newsies x Outsiders where Spot and the newsies are in Tulsa. I haven't worked out a plot, but it would be cool.

Spot Conlon was a greaser- and a great one at that. He had built his way up the ranks and earned his respect. He had a nasty reputation that everyone knew and feared. Spot was hardened and barely showed any emotion. He had a group of loyal greasers at his side and they were known to be the toughest gang in all of Tulsa. The Brooklyn Boys as they called themselves.

Only one thing could make him break. Only one thing was ever known to make him grow soft. Only one thing was known to make him smile. And that was his girl Y/n.

There were only two problems: Y/n was a Soc and his gang didn’t know about their relationship.

Y/n and Spot met one of the few days Spot went to school. Of course, Spot didn’t actually go to his classes, but he was smoking on school grounds. So technically, he did go to school.

Y/n had exited the building and walked right into Spot’s smoke cloud.

She coughed and waved the air in front of her.

“What’s a cutie like you doing here?” Spot had raised an eyebrow, not understanding how he hadn’t noticed her beauty before.

“Trying to get away from you.” Y/n had grumbled, hurriedly walking away.

“Come on, doll.” Spot had pouted sarcastically, “Don’t be like that.”

Y/n had then turned, flipped him off, and got into her friends’ car.

Spot was in love.

That was a year and a half ago. Y/n had eventually punched Spot across the face when he had flirted one too many times and then felt bad so she agreed to go on a date with him. What Y/n hadn’t told Spot at the time was that her friends were at the restaurant to make sure nothing went wrong.

Y/n fell for Spot on that date once she saw his true personality and agreed to be his girlfriend.

The pair had just celebrated their one year anniversary and while the first half went wonderfully, the second half didn’t go as well as Spot had planned.

The Brooklyn Boys had crashed their date. They had known that their leader was seeing someone but they didn’t know who. So, they decided to check it out.

“He’s going out with some Soc chick?” One of his boys asked, crouched behind a bush.

“I can’t believe him!” A second exclaimed.

“I-I’ve never seen him smile before.” A third said, looking disturbed, “He’s whipped. Should we confront him?”

“No!” The first said at the same time the second said, “Yes.”

“You wanna confront Spot Conlon about his girl?” The first asked, aghast.

The second stuttered out, “Y-Yes. No. No.” He decided.

“Wait.” The third boy looked up, “Where’d he go?”

Someone cleared their throat behind them, “Boys?”

“Y-Yeah?” They looked up, voice cracking.

“What are you doing?” Spot Conlon stood over them, arm around Y/n’s waist. Y/n looked down at them, a confused smile on her face.

“Heya Spot!” The three boys quickly stood, “Well, we just wanted to see-”

“There’s no way to recover from this.” The third one coughed out, “We look like creeps.”

“You do.” Y/n agreed, holding out a hand for them to shake, “I’m Y/n. Spot’s girlfriend.”

“The best girlfriend there is.” Spot pressed a kiss to her forehead.

The three boys all took turns shaking Y/n’s hand, looking bewildered at Spot’s display of affection, “This is gonna take some getting used to.” One muttered.

“Yeah.” Y/n chuckled, “It took some time for me too. But I promise I won’t get in your way or anything.”

“And I expect all of you boys- even the ones not here- to treat her like a queen.” Spot said sternly, the boys nodding quickly along, “Since the ‘secret’ is out, she’s gonna be coming over a lot.”

“Right.” The boys mumbled their goodbye’s and sped off, probably to tell the rest of the gang.

“Guess the cat’s outta the bag.” Y/n muttered.

“I couldn’t be more glad.” Spot pressed a kiss to his girl’s lips, “I can’t wait to show you off.”

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Staten Island (Spot Conlon x Reader)

Warnings: boys being incompetent, swearing, and mentions of pregnancy (huge spoiler right there)

“Darling, you did so well!” Spot, your fiancé, hugged your waist then brought you down to sit you upon his lap. Finch, your older brother, glared at him but didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, Y/n,” Finch said, smiling proudly, “That was a great performance.”

“Aw,” You grinned, “Thanks Finchy!”

Finch groaned at the nickname while the other boys snickered.

Other newsies came up and congratulated you on your performance.

You were well known in the newsie community, being one of the few siblings that any of them had. You had visited Finch at the lodging house after you got a job from Medda, and once the newsies got wind of you, they all loved you.

Many had tried to flirt with you, but once you started going out with the King of Brooklyn, they all backed off.

That didn’t mean that they stopped loving you (as a friend). Most of the older boys were like overprotective brothers, while the younger ones looked up to you either as a sister or mom-figure.

You and Spot had started dating soon after you met- Spot wearing you down with his many pick-up lines. You had dated for many years and the minute you turned eighteen, he proposed. You were getting married later that year.

After your performance, the newsies all went home; you gave them all long goodbyes.

Deciding to turn in for the night, you went to the small room Medda let you have.

You had just finished brushing your hair and taking your makeup off when Medda knocked on the door.

“Darling, remember we have that appointment in Staten Island tomorrow.” She reminded you, “Are you still up for that?”

“Yep!” You chirped, “I’ll be up bright and early.”

“Good!” Medda shut your door.

However, before you went to bed, you forgot one thing: to tell a newsie.

***

“Where the hell is she?!” Finch barged into the Brooklyn lodging house.

“What?” Spot asked, “Finch, what’s wrong? Is Y/n okay?”

“She’s not here?” Color drained from your brother’s face.

“No…” A feeling of dread grew in Spot, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find her!” Finch yelled, “She wasn’t at Medda’s or anywhere near Newsie Square!”

“Okay.” Spot tried to calm his racing heart, “Let’s be logical about this. I’m sure she’s just doing errands or something.”

“She would’ve left a note.” Finch shook his head.

“Did Medda say anything?” Spot asked.

“She wasn’t there.”

Spot became more and more anxious, “We have to find her.” He said in a small voice.

“The Manhattan newsies are already all looking for her.” Finch said.

“And so will the Brooklyn newsies.” Spot nodded.

***

Soon the streets were filled with newsies, all shouting your name. Throughout the day, Spot and Finch became more and more panicked, desperate to find you.

You were Finch’s little sister. You were the only family he had left. He wasn’t going to lose you. He couldn’t.

You were Spot’s world. His queen. The light of his life. You helped him and completed him in so many ways. If anything happened to you… No. Nothing could happen to you.

And so when you stepped out of Medda’s car, a gang of newsies bombarded you.

“Y/n!” “We found Y/n!” “Where were you?!” “What the hell happened?!”

“Y/n!” Spot yelled. You turned towards him.

Spot ran towards you and crushed you in a hug, “I was so worried.” He whispered against your skin.

“What the hell is happening here?” You asked, releasing yourself from his hug.

“Y/n!” Finch appeared out of nowhere and gave you a bone-crushing hug, “We couldn’t find you- we were so worried!”

“So you sent all the newsies out to look for me?” You asked in disbelief.

“Hey hey hey!” Medda stepped behind you, “Give the lady some room! She needs air!”

“Thanks Medda.” You whispered.

“Where were you?!” Spot demanded.

“At a doctor's appointment, geez.” You pushed through the newsies, intent on getting back to our room. Finch and Spot followed you and Medda ordered the rest of the newsies back.

“What for?” Finch asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You marched through the theater and opened the door to your room, “You guys might wanna sit down.”

The boys sat on your bed.

You turned to face them, taking out your hair as you do so, “Medda took me to Staten Island today to go see a doctor. And yes! I’m perfectly healthy!” You sighed and set down your hair pins, “We found out that I’m pregnant.”

“What?!” Finch yelled.

“Really?” Spot whispered, a hopeful look on his face, pools of tears coming to the corner of his eyes.

“Yeah.” You unconsciously touch your belly, smiling softly.

“Oh my god!” Spot jumped up and hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your temple, “That’s amazing! Y/n,” He looked you in the eyes, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, tears coming to your eyes as well, “We are.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle.” Finch muttered, “And you fucked my sister…”

Spot waved him off, “That’s nothing new.”

Finch sprang up, “What?!”

“That’s not the point!” Spot cried, turning back to you and kissing you, “We’re having a baby!”

Spot kissed you again, feeling like the happiest man alive.

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miryum · 3 years ago

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Heyyyyyy.... Have you ever listened to the song Twiddles? By Misbehavin' Maidens? How would the newsies react if the girls sang it in front of them? (Y/n included and Spot C. x Reader pls)

OH MY GOSH!! I love that songggg!!!! If you haven’t listened to that song before, I would highly recommend listening to it before or during reading this. (It’s on YouTube. Just look up Twiddles Misbehaving Maidens)

Warnings: Like, one swear word and innuendos of dirty jokes and innuendos of sexual things

You had convinced Katherine and Sarah to preform with you and Medda let you use her theater

You and Sarah went over to Katherine’s house to practice a couple of times, all of which ended in fits of giggles

And because of all the times you came back to the Brooklyn lodging house, face red, holding back laughter, Spot became suspicious

Davey did too, after his normally respecting sister started making dirtier and dirtier jokes

Being the only three main girls that the newsies hung out with, it was not surprising when the three of you became closer. At the concerts that Medda held for the newsies every weekend, it was common to find the three of you at a table, laughing and joking with one another

In fact, the boys were relieved that you guys got along, as they were nervous that you would clash heads

You and Katherine were known for being pretty stubborn. Katherine was stubborn because she grew up fighting for a place as a girl reporter, and you were stubborn because you grew up as a Brooklyn newsie and were dating Spot Conlon for crying out loud! You had to be able to fight back

Sarah was the more diplomatic one out of the three of you, but it turned out that she didn’t need her diplomacy as you all got along wonderfully

Davey even ranted a bit on how you and Katherine had turned Sarah into a more crass and rude girl (but secretly he was proud of her)

So when you had proposed the idea of singing a sea shanty you had heard some fisherwomen sing down by the docks, Sarah and Katherine were more than thrilled

And once you told them the lyrics, they were hysterical

So, when the time came to preform of the newsies, you were all very excited.

And so were the newsies

You see, before you had been swept up by Spot Conlon, the King of Brooklyn, the rest of the newsies had all tried to hit on you- even ones from other boroughs. Katherine and Sarah were also very popular with the newsies as they were two of three girls that would actually interact with them (you being the other girl if that wasn’t clear)

So the newsies were all elated when the three of you announced that you would be putting on a show

However, not the show they would be expecting.

Spot was very proud of you for preforming even though he would never admit it.

He even stole bought you a necklace right before your show.

You were a great newsie- one of the best he had, but Spot was still proud of you for stepping outside your comfort zone and finally making friends that weren’t smelly teenage boys

Finally the night came for you, Katherine, and Sarah to preform and the house was packed.

The newsies that knew you three personally had come to support you. The ones who didn’t and just came along with their boroughs were excited for the fact of getting free alcohol and seeing girls preform.

So when the lights went out, a lot of cheering and whooping commenced

The three of you girls quietly high-fived each other and whispered ‘good lucks’ before heading out on stage

What a sight you all were.

Instead of the raunchy and suggestive outfits performers usually wore, you three gals were wearing trousers and airy button-down shirts with corsets laced on the outside.

On the outside!

Now, if you will remember, this is the 1890s, and these things are seen as highly inappropriate. Which is exactly why you gals choose them

Seeing two girls such as Katherine and Sarah- both who adhered to the social laws of the 1890s- wear these outfits was scandalous. Jaws dropped all around the audience.

Now, seeing you in pants and a shirt wasn’t the most usual thing, as you normally wore them to work. But seeing you in a corset with your hair all done up... It made Spot squirm in his seat

Because he was getting a boner

Sarah and Katherine both loved the feeling of trousers and shirts, wanting to wear them more often- telling you this fact before the show. (You agreed to let them borrow some from you later)

You, Katherine, and Sarah tromped across the stage and sat down on three stools placed in the center. The middle one, which you sat at, had a drum placed in front of it. You started tapping out a steady beat and Sarah and Katherine took that as their cue to start singing

And let me tell you, as the three of you sang your song, it had never been quieter in Medda’s theater

Hearing something so vulgar (for that time period) come out of your little, innocent girl mouths- especially Sarah’s!- had the boys shook

But this just made the three of you smile wider

Once you were done, the house was quiet

Medda was roaring with laughter backstage

Slowly, scattered clapping started up through the newsies, eventually turning louder and louder

Now, let’s get to their individual reactions

Jack, too, was roaring with laughter, very pleased with the performance he had just watched

Davey was more startled than anything, not having heard such risqué and crude things before. Sure, he was friends with the newsies and Race had certainly said some... interesting things, but not like this

Speaking of Race, he fucking loved it. Best thing he had ever seen. Ten outta ten, would recommend. He was probably the loudest newsie there, cheering the three of you on like no one had ever seen or heard before

Crutchie, on the other hand, was bright red and covering Les’ ears. Bless his pure, poor soul

And Spot. Spot was definitely “going to please you” tonight as the song suggested

He was smirking up at you with lust-filled eyes from one of the front tables and you had to prevent yourself from rushing down to him and taking him right there on the table

Needless to say, it was a very fun night, both because of the performance and the things Spot did to you once back in Brooklyn

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miryum · 3 years ago

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First off, i LOVED your nickels story... speaking of the amazingness that is spot conlon, could you possibly do like, a one-sided enemies to lovers? like a jily thing? do you know what i mean? like, where reader hates spot, but spot is determined to go on a date with her? Or something?

*dramatic gasp* yeeeeesssssssss!!!! I totally get you! That's a brilliant idea!!! (and thank you for your kind words on the nickels series 😊)

For the first time that day, Y/n locked the door behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. She was only in a small closet, but for her, it was her haven. Y/n took a look around. A broom that was gathering dust, a couple of boxes that could only hold spiders, and an upside-down pail was all that occupied the room. Y/n exhaled and took a seat on the bucket, letting her head drop.

Being the only girl newsie in Brooklyn took a toll on oneself. Although she loved all the boys-except for one glaring exception- they sure got tiring. Every day, after she was done selling her hundred papes, she was expected to look after the littler newsies. All they ever wanted was a bit more food, help bandaging a cut or scrap, or someone to play with. Y/n did her best to provide for all of them, but it became harder and harder ever since Spot Conlon came to power.

Y/n had been a newsie ever since she was very little. She had seen other newsies come and go. She had even seen Spot Conlon first arrive at the Brooklyn lodging house. After all, she was the one to greet him.

Sure, she was seven and he was eight at the time, but something didn’t sit right with her when they first met. Y/n had gotten Brick- the leader at the time- to come and investigate. After Brick put Spot to the test (a soaking to see if he was tough enough) Spot was officially welcome into the Brooklyn ranks.

And Spot quickly climbed them.

And Y/n hated him for it.

Spot always got on her nerves. He would deliberately make her job harder. He would try to rile up the littler kids, he would slowly creep more and more into her selling spot, and he would flirt with her every chance he got.

It was terrible!

So that’s how Y/n found herself in a storage closet one night, only wanting a little peace and quiet.

The peace and quiet was short lived, however, when soft taps could be heard from the other side of the door.

“What?!” Y/n groaned.

“Y/n/n?” Came a small squeak, “Yous in dere?”

Despite herself, Y/n smiled. She was able to pick this newsie out just by his voice. Squeaks- nicknamed after his high-pitched voice- was her favorite boy. He was five or six and had only recently come to the lodging house. He was very shy and clingy and immediately latched onto Y/n.

“Yeah, I’m in ‘ere.” Y/n slowly got up and unlocked the door, “Whaddaya need?” She scooped Squeaks up and set him on her hip, slowly making her way back downstairs to where the rest of the newsies were.

“Spotty’s looking for ya.” Squeaks said, using the nickname that Spot would only let the littles use.

Y/n groaned and stopped right where she was, “What does ‘e need dis time?”

Squeaks shrugged, “All ‘e said was dat I should go an’ get you cause I’m da only one that can get ya out of a locked room.”

Y/n barked a laugh, having to give props to the “king of Brooklyn”. He was a smart one, after all.

“Aight.” Y/n sat Squeaks down, “Why don’t yous go an’ tell Spot dat if ‘e wants ta talk to me, ‘e’ll have ta do it ‘imself.”

Squeaks nodded and ran down the steps, leaving Y/n behind. Once Squeaks was out of sight, Y/n let the mask drop.

Her smile dropped and her eyes lost the playful light in them. The bags under her eyes seemed to become more prominent. Although she would never say it, Y/n sometimes wondered if she worked harder than Spot.

No. That was impossible. Spot Conlon worked harder than anyone.

Y/n had studied Spot from across the room until he had caught her eye and winked, making her scoff and turn away. But she had observed him long enough to notice how his shoulders slumped when he walked back in the lodging house. His bloodied knuckles from his days on the streets. How he sat on a couch and then relaxed into it as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It was too much for a young boy. Spot was only fifteen- still a teenager.

He didn't deserve this- but then again, none of them did.

None of the newsies deserved having to live on the streets. None of them deserved having to wonder where their next meal came from. They were all such nice, sweet boys, all of whom the streets of Brooklyn turned hard and cunning.

“Makin’ me chase afta you?” Y/n heard a voice from behind her, “Not a good move, doll.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Spot chuckled, "Yous always 'ated dat nickname, didn't you? I can neva figure out why."

"'Cause it claims me as yours. An' I'm not yours."

"Yous go on one date wid me, and you'll wanna be mine." Spot moved in front of her, "Whaddaya say?"

"I'se said it before, an' I'll say it again. No." Y/n tried to push past Spot, but he blocked her path.

"Why's not?"

"'Cause I don't want to! Shouldn't dat be enough?" Y/n took a step closer to Spot, "Why can't yous just let it go?"

Spot huffed and seemed to think for a moment, "I'll let it go, ifs you make a deal wid me."

"What's da deal?" Y/n crossed her arms. She'd be willing to do almost anything if it meant getting Spot off her back.

"Go on a date wid me and if you don't fall fo' me, I'll leave you alone." Spot smirked.

"No." Y/n deadpanned, "How about... Yous leave me alone for an entire week, and if yous don't boder (bother) me, den I'll go on a date wid you." Spot's eyes lit up, but Y/n quickly clarified, "Dat means dat you can't ask me on a date fo' da entire week. Yous can't sell in my spot. Yous can't rile up da littles. And most importantly- yous can't flirt wid me."

"Oh." Spot dramatically clutched his chest, "How will I'se ever live? 'Ow about yous make it dree (three) days?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Five days."

"Deal." Spot said and they spit-shook, sealing the deal.

"Well den." Spot said, smirking that infamous smirk, "I'll see you later."

Y/n allowed herself a small smile as Spot walked away. She couldn't imagine all that she could get done without Spot making her life hell.

***

The first day was bliss. Y/n easily sold her hundred papes. She was even able to steal a bit of bread without Spot reprimanding her. When she got back to the lodging house, she shared the bread with all of the littles and then told them a story. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Spot watching her. Y/n almost laughed out loud seeing the frustrated expression on his face.

The second day was almost as wonderful. The only thing that made it worse was having to see Spot flirt with a girl to get her to buy his pape. But Y/n knew that it was all just part of the craft. Once the girl walked away, Y/n saw Spot stick the coins into his pocket and move on like nothing happened. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief at that.

The third day was harder. Squeaks went up to Y/n and told her all about his day- per usual- but sense he was paired up with Spot that day, (because Spot wouldn't let any of the littles out of their own) Y/n had to hear about all that Spot did.

The fourth day was frustrating. Spot kept his promise to not talk to Y/n and stay out of her way, but Y/n found herself wanting Spot to come up to her. She told herself that it was just because she wanted to win the bet and not have to go on a date with him, but if she was being truthful, she missed the banter. It made her feel like a kid again. The one-upping, the smirks, the snark. That's not something that you get to do when you're taking care of half the newsies in Brooklyn. She missed having someone to poke at, seeing how far she could go before he burst. She missed the playful retorts that they made to each other.... She missed Spot.

And she hated it.

Y/n didn't want to miss Spot. She thought that these five days would be amazing. But they weren't. They just made Y/n come face to face with her feelings.

The fifth day was torture. The weather seemed to reflect her mood. It was pouring rain outside, making it super hard for the newsies to sell. Their papes got soaked, making the ink run, the customers were hurrying inside and didn't have time to buy from them, and the newsies got drenched, making them freezing cold.

Y/n felt relieved with she saw Cheats (Spot's personal messenger) run up to her and say to get back to the lodging house.

Y/n traipsed in the door of the lodging house, throwing her stack down on the pile of other soaked papes. They would have to return them tomorrow. Thankfully, because of the strike, they didn't waste a day of selling.

She slumped down on the couch, taking off her cap and wringing it out. She saw other newsies do the same. Many were in their long underwear, hanging up their clothes by the fire.

Y/n ran a hand down her face. When she looked up, she noticed Spot, standing at the top of the steps. His hair was floppy and damp from the rain, and he too didn’t have a shirt on. But unlike the other boys in long underwear, Spot only had on his pants and a pair of suspenders.

Spot smirked when he saw Y/n glancing at him. He gestured for her to follow him and she reluctantly got up and walked over.

“What, Conlon?” Y/n snarked.

Spot grinned, “I believe I ‘ave a date ta cash in.”

***

Y/n stood at the door to Spot’s office, hesitantly glancing around. There was a small blanket laid out on the floor, along with some food and music, playing from god knows where.

Spot shrugged, “I was gonna ‘ave it up on the roof, but den it started rainin’...”

Y/n smiled sadly, “Dis is so sweet of you, but I can’t do dis.”

“Why not?” Spot’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I- I don’t know.”

“But I did what yous asked!” Spot persisted, “I ‘eld up my end of da bargain. Now it’s time for you ta hold up your end!”

“I just-” Y/n took a step away, arms folded over her chest, “I can’t do it!”

“Why not?!” Insisted Spot, taking a step forward.

“I don’t know!”

“Oh come on!” Spot snapped, “Dere ‘as to be a reason and yous ‘ave to know why!” He seemed to compose himself, his jaw clenching, “I dink I deserve ta know.” He said in a low voice.

“Yeah.” Y/n said, toeing the ground, “You do, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Spot muttered, “Please tell me.”

Y/n sighed and sat down heavily on the blanket. “I’m just so scared.” She admitted after a minute, “I’se mean, I’m terrified!”

“Why?’ Spot sat down next to her. His voice was soft and gentle. His head was tilted in a questioning matter, but Y/n knew that he wouldn’t push it much. His eyes were kind; she could see the sadness and hope in them.

“‘Cause I see yous wid odder (other) goils. I mean, just a couple days ago, you were flirtin’ wid someone else! I’m scared dat you’re only wanting a date wid me ‘cause I’m da only goil you can’t get. What happens when I do go on a date wid you, fall for you, and den you turn around an’ dump me?! I’m afraid of dat ‘cause I dink I’m already fallin’ for yous!”

Spot blinked and look Y/n in the eyes. “You’re fallin’ for me?” He asked. A smile appeared on his face- a smile, unlike his smirk, that Y/n didn’t see very often. A smile that was kind and warm and loving.

“Yeah.” Y/n admitted, “I’se really like you. An’ da past week has been really hard fo’ me.”

“Me too.” Spot agreed.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n said, “Fo’ not realizing all dis earlier, and fo’ not tellin’ you, and-”

“Can I kiss yous?” Spot interrupted.

Y/n’s mouth fell open, “Um,” A shy smile lifted her lips, “Yeah. I-I’se would like dat.��

Spot grinned, leaned forward, and connected their lips.

Y/n reached forward and wrapped her arms around Spot’s bare shoulders. She pulled him forward and deepened the kiss. Spot ran his hands through her hair and Y/n could feel him smiling against the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, they both had big grins on their faces.

“Will ya be my girl?” Spot asked.

“Do ya promise dat yous will stay loyal and try not to hurt me?”

Spot’s eyes were full of adoration when he said, “Why would I’se eva hurt da goil I love?”

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you-and-i-for-forever · 6 years ago

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Softy Spot Part 2 (Spot Conlon/Reader)

Fandom: Newsies

Words: 2.3k

Warning: NS.FW

Read it on my ao3 instead if you want!

Hey, sorry if I already posted this on tumblr, but I can’t find it in my tags so I thought I’d repost it so I have a record of it...

It had been several months since you and Spot had first been together in bed.

You still felt your face heat up whenever you thought of that night. The things he had done to you, the things he had said to you.

The two of you had found your way into the same bed many more times since then, sometimes just sleeping curled around each other and other times…more carnal.

You were in Brooklynn on a Saturday, you and Spot planning to spend the entire day together after he finished selling. You had asked him to come to Manhattan, but he replied he wanted to be alone with you the whole day and there was “No ways of that happening in ‘hattan.”

That answer was fair enough. You did live with the newsies and even if you got your own separate, albite tiny, room, the walls were paper thin.

When you arrived in Brooklynn, you quickly made your way to the newsies lodging house. It was early enough that the boys would still be out selling.

As you walked through the streets, you caught sight of a pair of Spot’s newsies, Chatterbox and Freckles.

You wandered up to them and they greeted you with smiles. They were on the younger side both about 10 and were excited to see you on their side of town.

“Hiya [Y/N]!” Freckles said and Chatterbox gave a wave.

“Hi boys, how’s selling going today?” You asked

“Kinda slow, you know how it is,” Freckles said and turned to Chatterbox who nodded in agreement and shrugged.

“Well since it’s going so slow, can I ask a favor?” You said with a smile

The boys glanced at each other, not really sure what you could be asking.

“If I give you both a dime, would you go find Spot for me? Tell him to meet me at the lodging house?”

“Favor? That’s a full payin’ job right there!” Freckles crowed, and he and Chatterbox jumped up and down.

You pulled out the dimes from a pocket in your dress and handed them to each boy and they nodded to you before speeding off down the street. You smiled as you watched them go.

You continued your way to the lodging house, thankfully no boys were there. You made your way up the stairway and struggled for a few minutes to hoist yourself up into Spot’s room through the trapdoor.

You closed the door again and started unpacking the larger bag you had carried with you. You pulled out a bunch of candles, a couple matches, a tin box, makeup, a brush, and some red lingerie.

You quickly set to work on putting on makeup and brushing your hair up into an attractive styling, using a small hand mirror you had brought with you to help. You never really wore makeup much, mostly because when girls did they were sometimes seen as well…streetwalkers.

But you wanted to look special for Spot today. It was his birthday after all.

You set the candles up around the room and lit all of them before closing the curtains that Spot had over the few windows.

You finally slipped out of your clothes and into the red lingerie you had purchased a few days ago. You had been very embarrassed when buying the pretty silk clothing from the woman at the shop, especially when she told you that the young man who was going to see you in it was going to be very lucky.

You were just finishing hooking the small metal clasps on the corset and doing one final check that everything was in place when you heard the front door of the lodging-house creak open.

“Oh [Y/N],” You heard Spot call out in a sing-song voice before below.

You giggled and quickly placed your bag with your clothing and makeup under the bed before sitting down on the bed, trying to look enticing. Or at least comfortable. You had never done anything like this before.

You heard Spot climbing the stairs, “Where are ya, darlin’?” He asked

You stifled another giggle when you heard him knocking on his own bedroom door.

“There you are-” Spot started, opening up the door. His mouth snapped shut once he saw you.

You thought a smirk would appear on his face but he was just staring at you, eyes raking up and down your face and body.

You smiled and raised your hand, coaxing him forward with a finger.

Spot ungracefully stumbled up into the room and practically crawled over to you on his hands and knees.

“Yous look…” He said trailing off, one of his hands coming up to just barely skim your calves. He quickly got up and sat down next to your on the bed, his fingers still lightly trailing up your body.

When his hand finally came to cup your cheek, he leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

“Gorgeous, absolutely stunning,” He breathed looking up in the eyes deeply.

“I wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” You said, placing your hand on top of his.

“I’m surprised!” He laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. He started to press against you knowing he wanted you to lay back on the bed but you lightly pushed him back.

“You ain’t tryin to tease me or nothing, are ya angel?” He asked, “Cuz that would be real mean of yous to dress up so pretty and not let me have you.”

You smiled before pecking his lips a few times, “No, I just got something for you before all that.”

“You telling me this ain’t my present?” Spot said, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, rubbing up and down and playing with the red silk and lace.

You reached over and grabbed the tin box from the nightstand and held it out to Spot. He looked down at the box then up at you again. He reached out and undid the metal latch and opened it.

“Hey!” He laughed “Strawberries, those is my favorite!”

“I bought some on my way over here. Happy birthday, Spot.” You said.

You quickly situated yourself so you were straddling Spot’s waist and his back was pressed up against the wall. You plucked a strawberry out of the box.

“Close your eyes.” You said Spot followed suit.

You leaned forward and kissed him before replacing your lips with a strawberry. Spot smirked before opening his mouth a little wider so you could pop the fruit into his mouth. He hummed in contentment and chewed, savoring the taste.

After he swallowed, you repeated the act several times, a kiss before you fed him a strawberry.

You really liked this, babying Spot a little. Spot always had to be a strong leader, never showing any weaknesses, it made you feel special that he could just be calm and relaxed around you.

The last strawberry you took from the tin was small. You stuck it between your lips then placed your mouth on his. Spot quickly pulled the strawberry into his mouth before kissing you passionately. After a few minutes, he separated from your and finally opened his eyes.

Spot’s hands came up and gently grabbed your wrists, pulling them up to his face. He slowly sucked on each one of your fingers, cleaning all of them of strawberry juice. He never broke eye contact, giving you a sultry look.

You breathe shook and as soon as he finished with your last finger, your hands were free to cup his face.

“Spot” You whispered and kissed him again. You tongues were soon brushing up against one another’s, he tasted sweet from the strawberries.

“Baby,” He whispered into your mouth “I want something else to eat.”

“That’s all I brought,” You groaned as his lips trailed from your mouth to your ear. His teeth gently latched onto your earlobe and rolled it around. His tongue moved to lightly caress the shell of your ear and you could hear his heavy breathing.

“I think you’ll do just fine.” He whispered.

Quick as a flash, you were laying flat on your back and Spot was hovering over you. He smirked at you and his hands were grabbing and pulling at your drawers. You were only left with your corset on after he was finished.

Spot quickly spread your legs and had his face between your thighs before you could make a sound. Your fingers threaded through his hair and felt your face heat up.

Spot gently placed kisses right on your opening, his mouth so warm and welcoming. You tugged at his hair a little, encouraging him to keep going.

“How do you taste better than strawberries, [Y/N]?” Spot asked, looking up at you through his lashes.

You whined his name and spread our legs even further open. Spot didn’t waste any more time and had his tongue on you instantly. He took the sensitive fold of skin between his lips and massaged it, his tongue brushing against it.

You gasped and moaned and shivered and Spot didn’t let up. He held down your hips when they tried to wiggle away and he seemed more encouraged every time you pulled his hair.

It’s not that you didn’t want Spot to do what he was going, but you wanted today to be all about him.

“Spot, stop or I’m gonna-” You couldn’t even finish the thought as you came. A high-pitched moan came from your mouth and you shook.

You felt Spot’s mouth leave you the second you came down from your high.

“Happy birthday to me,” He mumbled, lips trailing up to your stomach.

“Happy birthday to me,” He said as he mouthed his way up your corset.

“Happy birthday, Spot Conlon,” He said in between kisses he placed on the top of your breasts.

“Happy birthday to me,” He finished with a toothy smile, and kissed you deeply on the mouth.

Spot slowly picked you up from the bed, you felt as useless as a rag doll, and hugged you close, running a hand through your hair.

Your hands came up and wrapped around his neck. His hand moved from your hair down your back, his fingers trailing over each of your spines vertebra.

“You should have let me do that to you Spot, it’s your birthday.” You mumbled into his shoulder.

“That’s what I want for my birthday sweetheart,” He said and brought his hand up under your chin so you would look at him. “To make the giol I’m going steady with feel as good as she makes me feel.”

You smiled and leaned in for a kiss which he quickly met you for.

“I love you,” Spot whispered into your mouth “I love you more than anything.”

“More than all the stars in the sky?” You asked, looking at him dreamily.

“Yes.”

“More than all the money in the world?”

“Yes.”

“More than your pier on the water?”

“Yes. Yes, yes.” Spot mumbled, “I love you more than Brooklynn itself.”

You pulled away and smiled down at him. Brooklynn was what made Spot powerful, but you like knowing that you mattered more than that.

Spot’s face broke into a large smile after looking at yours, the small gap in his front teeth so endearing to you.

“I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone ever,” Spot confessed and you could practically see the hearts in his eyes.

Your face flushed and you bent your head to kiss him deeply again.

“I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known in my entire life.” You said, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” You asked, your hands moving from his hair to trace the features of his face.

“Don’t treat me like no girl, [Y/N]” He warned gently, but you knew there was no malice behind it.

“I’m serious!” You said, giggling. “Your hair always looks so nice, I always want to touch it.”

“Your eyes are such a pretty brown color,” Your thumb smoothed down one of his eyebrows.

“And your nose is so cute,” You leaned forward and pecked the tip of it.

“And your lips feel so good to kiss,” You moved down before pressing a long, passionate kiss to Spot’s mouth.

“Your jaw is so defined and it drives me crazy,” You fingers trailed over it

You glanced back up at his eyes before your fingers slid down his neck, brushing his Adam’s apple. “And don’t get me started on your body…”

It felt like Spot was trembling slightly under your attention. You moved both hands so they were running up and down his chest.

You felt him shudder and lean forward and wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug, his cheek resting on the crook of your neck. He hummed.

“No one’s ever said that to me before,” Spot said, sighing at the feeling of your hands.

“What? I find that hard to believe.”

“I’m serious, I can kinda guess from the way goils is always staring, but no one’s actually said that stuff before.” Spot said, “Yous makes me feel special in a way no one can.”

You felt yourself tense a little “Girls are always staring?”

Spot sat up and starred you straight in the eye.

“They don’t mean nothing to me. And they couldn’t have me no matter what, cuz this,” Spot said and took one of your hands and placed it over his heart “this is yours and I can’t do nothing about it, even if I wanted to.”

You kissed again, for long luxurious minutes before Spot gently laid you down on the bed. He stripped himself on all his clothes and he watched you slowly undo the hooks of your corset.

Once you both were bare, you both lay back down on the bed together. This time Spot had his head resting on your chest and you carded your fingers through his hair. Spot’s fingers were skimming up and down your ribcage.

You kissed his forehead and sighed in contentment.

“We’ll do the real thing later though, right?” You asked

Spot looked up at you with a smile and nodded, “Yeah.”

You smiled and could already feel his excitement starting to press against your leg.

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