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miryum · 1 year

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You know I love you (Spot Conlon x Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts forever

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, no.” Remy said, “I lost it.”

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

“I lost that too,” Remy mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime.”

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

“Hey, Spotty,” you said quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Exactly.”

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

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

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

“Deal,” you agreed.

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

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

“Yeah…” Remy looked shyly away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Remy nodded slowly, frightened by your change in demeanour.

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

“Really? But how?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#spot conlon #spot conlon imagine #spot conlon oneshot #spot #spot conlon x reader #Newsies #newsboys #newsie #newsies musical #new york #brooklyn #brooklyn boys #brooklyn’s hereeeee #oc male characters #fluff #angst #fist fight #kinda

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sunno-needs-to-go-outside · 2 years

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This isnt meant to be hateful or to dunk on people who write like this, but I am so TIRED of people writing newsie fics with a fem!reader or oc thats like "im different, im a girl newsie" or "i had to dress up as a boy to be a newsie" or "its so hard to be the ONLY GIRL newsie", bc yes, there were no girls that explicitly played girl newsies in the movie or musical, but girl newsies DID exist!! You can literally search it up!! The only reason people didnt really notice a lot of girl newsies during the strikes was bc most of them became "scabbers", it payed better and you werent allowed to hit girls, so they got off scot free. But before and likely after that, there were probably just as many girl newsies as there were boys. You can argue that you use these as a plot device to build tension or to create conflict but PLEASE IT IS SO OVERUSED AND UNORIGINAL BY NOW. And your reader or character doesnt HAVE to be a newsie, they can have other professions and things that make them an interesting character.

#not trying to dunk #i like how i said but then immediately dunked #i am how i am #but PLEASE stop doing this #for my sake #and the sake of the people who agree with me #newsies #newsies x reader #92sies #livesies #jack kelly x reader #david jacobs x reader #crutchie morris x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #spot conlon x reader #you can add more tags if you want #those are just the most popular ones i can think of #newsies oc #newsie oc

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artemis-lynn · 3 months

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NEWSIES FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

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

Summer Camp AUs :3

Mountain Ridge Camp for Boys by timetogoslumming

Javey & Sprace, T, 22/22

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make Off Like a Band(it) by thespiritscalling

Sprace, G, 14/14

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

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

Canon Era :3

Their Mistake Is They Got Old by PenzyRome

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

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

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

When Manhattan Met Brooklyn by warrior_sif

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

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

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

False Rumors and The Truth Behind Them by FrogmanFae

Sprace, M, One Shot

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

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

The King & The Cowboy by goldenbiebah

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

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

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

Modern AUs :3

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

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

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

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

Captivity by Hexmari

No ships :), M, One Shot

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

Summary:

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

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

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

~🎃~

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

The Beast of Brooklyn by ArtemisRayne

Sprace + side Javey, M, 26/26

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

Summary:

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

Forever With You by 손 현숙 (safarikalamari)

Sprace, T, 14/14

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

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

Pirate AUs :3

The Truth About The Stars by ArtemisRayne

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Toss A Coin To Your Pirate by ChaosFairytale <333

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

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

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

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

FIVE by stress

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

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

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

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

What Feels Like a Thousand Years by yours truly, ArtemisLynn

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

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

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

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

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

-A Sparah fanfic that currently is in the early stages

-A Sparah princess bride AU in the planning process

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

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

<3 Artie

#if yall can't tell by now im such a fricking sparah shipper it aint even funny #newsies 1992 #92sies #newsies #spot conlon #davey jacobs #david jacobs #livesies #racetrack higgins #newsies broadway #newsies live #even more charactesr i dont feel like tagging :)#newsies fanfic #fanfiction recommendation #fanfiction rec list #i'll add more later #bye bye now

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ethereal-bumble-bee · 5 months

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Seabirds- Ralbert

This was originally written on Quotev as a request from someone, using one of their OCs x Race. I’ve changed it to be ralbert, as their OC isn’t mine and we kinda fell out of touch for reasons, so enjoy this cute little Ralbert fic!

“Al, would you look at this?”

Albert heard the awe in Race’s voice as he stared over the edge of the bridge, and he glanced over to see what his boyfriend was looking at. Their walk was supposed to be a short trip across the bridge, to Brooklyn and back to make sure Spot Conlon was still tolerant of the union, but the cool evening had set in and the sunset had caught Race’s attention. Albert loved that about him- how he always stopped to appreciate beautiful things.

Glancing over the railing, he could just barely see the sun, rays of light coating the world in an almost surreal shade of orange as it disappeared over the horizon. Race’s eyes sparkled with amazement, and he wrapped an arm around Albert as the redhead came to stand beside him. Despite the chilly air of the night as evening set in, Albert’s heart warmed his arms and legs as Race squeezed his shoulders.

“It’s wonderful,” Albert agreed after a moment, whispering so as to not break the magic of the moment. Race hugged him close, and for a while it was just the two of them, basking in the fading light of the sun. Somewhere in the distance, Albert heard a squawk and smiled as his eyes caught two seagulls flying side-by-side. They weren’t with any other birds, the expanse of the river their only companion other than each other. It seemed some sort of a beautiful symbolism- maybe those birds didn’t need anyone other than themselves. Now, he didn’t know where they were going, most probably south for the winter, but he found himself wishing he was going with them. Far, far away, where the stress of life couldn’t find where he was.

Briefly, he wondered if Race ever would be willing to leave with him.

“I wonder where those two birds are going,” Race commented absentmindedly, and it was as if he’d read Albert’s mind. Albert chuckled softly, shrugging.

“Me too.” Turning to face him, he planted a kiss on Race’s freckled cheek. “Who knows? They could be lovers, heading off to a new life together.” Smiling, he continued to speak, slowly getting lost in his own thoughts as he voiced them aloud. “Far away from the hustle and bustle of New York, where they can rest in peace and spend their bird-lives together.”

Race raised an eyebrow. “You’ve sure thought about this a lot, huh?” He nudged Albert with his elbow, grinning at him teasingly. “Is that why you’ve been so quiet?”

Albert blushed slightly, elbowing Race back and laughing. “I guess so.” He looked back out at the river. “I think it’s kind of a metaphor, you know?”

Race nodded beside him, humming in response. “I think I get it,” he said after a moment, his voice slightly wistful.

“Do you ever think we could do something like that? Run away together, I mean.” Albert glanced up at him, his heart rate suddenly picking up as the weight of the question hung between them. Race paused for a second, and Albert genuinely thought he’d messed up.

He’d already begun to open his mouth and formulate an apology when Race smiled. “I’d want nothing more, mio amato.”

Albert leaned his head against Race’s chest, smiling to himself, and Race hugged him close as the final bit of light disappeared, leaving the world shrouded in quiet darkness. Normally, the darkness enveloping them would be something for a man to be afraid of, a symbol of lost hope and danger, but those worries meant nothing to the two boys standing on that bridge together.

Albert liked to think that he and Race were like those seabirds, flying far away from the night, having only each other and their shadow-like outlines in the sky to let the busy world beneath them know that they were there.

#newsies #fanfiction #newsies musical #writing #racetrack higgins #race x albert #albert dasilva #albert newsies #racetrack newsies #race newsies #ralbert #bee writes stuff

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fireworkss-exe · 1 year

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Why were there so many Spot Conlon fics in 2014-2017? I'm going to start referring to that as the Spot Conlon Thirst Era because the sheer amount of x oc and x readers from that period is just overwhelming

#newsies #92sies

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imbluedabadeedabadye · 6 months

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Intro post because I need one <3

Hello 👋

My name's Caspian, I use they/them. I will probably go on random sprees where I like and reblog a bajillion of your posts depending on who you are (I apologize in advance if it happens to you).

My main tags will be as follows:

My original posts- cass speaks OR beluga sevruga come winds of the caspian seaaa

Les mis- give gav a gun OR les mis that hates you

Moulin rouge- because ya can-can-can <3

Newsies- spot conlon in eyeliner 😌

My moulin rougesies AU- moulin rougesies OR moulin rouge X newsies au go brrr

Murdoch Mysteries- watts' soft pretzels

My newsies OCs- me with all my newsies OCs

Ride the Cyclone- i wanna be that fucked up girl

Writing tag- cass writes things

#cass speaks #beluga sevruga come winds of the caspian seaaa

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himbos-hotline · 2 years

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Moodboard Masterlist

Requests: Open

Sheild! Seth Rollins

@/shanie-the-toyaddict account vibes

@/house-of-cards account vibes

Doctor Maura Isles

Genderfluid Crutchie Morris

Googleiplier x The Author

Kirby [friend] moodboard

Actor Mark x Celine

Wearwolf Antisepticeye

Actor Mark

Yancy and Aquarium date

Sunshiney Jack Kelly

Diner at the edge of the universe

Trans cowboy Jack Kelly

Modern Racetrack Higgins

Trans surfer dude Racetrack Higgins

Fall-time Davey Jacobs

Ralbert

Jack Kelly

Greaser Jack Kelly

Spralbert

Katherine Plummer phone background

dark academia/royalty core Jack Kelly

Moritz Stiefel

Ernst Robel

Hernst

Ilse Neumann

Ottorg

Zowens

Melchritz

Racetrack Higgins as Spiderman

Cottagecore Jack Kelly

Sarah Jacobs

Les Jacobs

Jack Kelly in Santa Fe

Jackcrutchie as Bonnie and Clyde

Winn Schott Junior

Brooklyn Spot Conlon

Elmer

Jackcrutchie

Elmer, Crutchie, and JoJo

Katherine Plummer- Pultizer with Journey to the past

Wendla Bergmann and Moritz Stieffel

Tommy Boy

Crutchie Morris and a funfair

Nature vibe Elmer

Rainy Day Dara

Davey Jacobs with Snakes

Autistic Davey Jacobs

Modern Crutchie Morris

Clyde Barrow

Canon Jackcrutchie

Zookeeper Davey

Superhero Dara

Ralbert

92sies Mush

Vintage Crutchie

Trans Racedtrack Higgins

Medda Larkin

Yellow Crutchie

MobBoss Spot Conlon

Melchior Gabor

Moritz Steifel

Newsbians

Davey Jacobs

Hannah

Jacktrack

Crutchie as Shaggy from scooby doo

Art!Teacher Jack Kelly

Jock Racetrack Higgins

Davey and Les

Elmer

Racetrack Higgins [Canon and Modern]

Katherine Plummer-Pulitzer

Spot Conlon

Jackcrutchie

Dara soulmate AU

Ballet!AU Sarah Jacobs

Josephine [OC]

Two depressed painters

Dara

Vampire Davey

Jazzman Jack Kelly

Dancer Spot Conlon

Cora Higgins

#newsies #spring awakening #jack kelly #davey jacobs #moodboards

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The Death Waltz

by, TheStormSystom by TheStormSystom Words: 2136, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M, Other Characters: OCs, Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs Relationships: OC/OC, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Human x Humanoid read : https://ift.tt/WE2Xf7y - May 11, 2024 at 05:09AM

#AO3feed #newsies #fanfic #newsies fanfic

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goingwiththewind · 4 years

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Regarding Newsies

I know I haven’t posted much on here about Newsie content, but would y’all like me to post my Spot Conlon fanfic on here as well as having it on Wattpad? I’d really like to know!

#Newsies #Newsies forever #newsies 1992 #1992sies #spot conlon #Jack Kelly #spot conlon x oc #newsies on broadway #newsies on tour #racetrack higgins #racetrack higgins x oc #mush meyers x oc #sarah jacobs #david jacobs #david jacobs x oc #mush meyers

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sammie-cant-write · 5 years

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Spot X OC

Henlo, please don't attack me I really like making OC's I'm sorry.

Basically, my OC Alice, AKA Fuss, is attacked, almost dies, y'know, the whole shebang.

Uhhhhhh, warnings.

Explicit depictions of attacking, explicit depictions of blood loss, explicit depictions of dying

Sure, okay, here

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Alice waved the paper above her head, making up a headline that was sure to catch someone's attention. A man in a suit dug in his pocket and handed her a coin before snatching the pape. She smiled as she pocketed the coin and stuck her hands in her pockets. As soon as she passed the mouth of an alleyway, a hand clapped over her mouth and she was tugged into said alleyway by an arm around her waist. She was kicking and tried to pry the hand off her face.

"Scream and I'll slit your throat." A rough voice said from behind her. "You got that?" She nodded, panic coursing through her veins. The hand was removed from her mouth and tears began forming.

"Please let me go, I'll-" She began but before she could finish a knife was pressed against her throat, cutting off her attempt to compromise.

"Give me everything in your pockets." She reached into her pockets with shaky hands and pulled out the coins she had collected from the day. Her attacker grabbed the coins from her hands and pocketed them, leaving their grip on the knife to loosen. She took that opportunity to try and worm her way out of his grip. As soon as she was able to move she tried to run but a tight grip on her hair pulled her back and shoved her, face first, against the alley wall. She tried to twist out of the hold on her but as soon as a knife was pressed against her pulse point she stopped moving. Tears started spilling over her cheeks and her whole body started shaking as she realized the gravity of the situation.

"When the boys get ahold of you, you'll wish you were never born." She growled out, trying to seem tougher than she was. Her attacker chuckled at that.

"Who says they'll get ahold of me?" He asked, pushing her against the wall harder as he heard voices approaching.

"Y'know, funny you should ask, I know just the person." She said, a hint of cockiness to her voice. "Me" Then she screamed, loud. The man jumped back in shock but then plunged the knife deep into her throat. She cried out in pain as he pulled the knife out, making her drop to the floor and clutch her neck as blood began pouring out of the wound. Blood was dripping through her fingers as she heard pounding footsteps get closer. She recognized her nickname being called out and, as her vision began failing, she saw Spot round the corner along with a few of the other Brooklyn newsies. Alice felt blood fill her mouth, so she opened her mouth, causing blood to fall from her lips. She was bleeding out fast and she heard faint shouts before she felt her head being tilted up gently. She met the gaze of Spot looking at her.

"Hey, Fuss, stay with me." He said but she couldn't hear him. She only saw his lips move but she was feeling extremely lightheaded, confused as to what he was saying. She was fading in and out of conciousness but she smiled at Spot before passing out. Her eyes snapped open and she sat upright. She took a second to look around and take in her surroundings. She was in the lodging house. She let a hand ghost over her neck to see if the wound was there. Of course, she felt no loose skin and there was no sticky wetness to signify blood. She noticed a rustling next to her in the bed and looked over.

"Go back to sleep, it's so early." Spot groaned, pulling her down by the shoulder. She flopped down onto the thin mattress and frowned, trying to get closer to Spot. After some silence she decided to break it.

"What would you do if I got killed?" She asked.

"Fuss, what the actual fuck?" Spot replied.

"I said, what would you do-" She started but Spot cut her off, leaning up on his elbow.

"No, I heard you, it's just... that's such a mind-boggling question. Who asks that?" He said, looking over at her.

She put her hands up "Sorry! I just wanted to know." She said, turning onto her side.

"You should know. I would find that son of a bitch and make him pay." He said, laying back down and wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Good, cause I would haunt your ass if you didn't." She replied sleepily, he let out a humored breath.

"I'm sure you would. Now go back to sleep, I don't want to have deep conversations with a hookup." He said, closing his eyes. She smiled, closing her eyes to sink into a peaceful sleep for the rest of the night.

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This was bad, I know, I'm trying to work on my characterization, it's not working, I'm just very proud of the gore in this one.

If you want me to give you the full details of Alice, tell me?? Thank you~

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 11 months

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Carrying the Banner Chapter 17: Good Changes- Spot Conlon x Quinn Harper

Word Count: 1.1k

Five Years Later

Quinn sat at her desk silently staring at the paperwork in front of her. She had a pen in her hand that sat stationary in her hand. She glanced up and across the room at Spot, her eyes said that she was ready, but she was searching for affirmation from him.

“Well?” She asked softly, her large green eyes locked onto his. She had almost completely changed in the past few years. Her days of running around wild and free had settled into a life of content and happiness. Her now long golden hair sat pooled around her shoulders and she dawned a humble skirt and shirt of muted colors.

Spot smiled encouragingly at her. He’d changed a bit over the years. Like Albert, he now wore pants that actually reached his ankles and no longer cut off the sleeves of his shirts, switching his muscle shirts for button ups in the process. His hair had grown out just a bit now that he no longer wore a hat as often, allowing it to be curly and free when he didn’t wish to do anything to it.

“Go for it,” he nodded softly, he’d already signed his portion of the paperwork, all the city was waiting for was hers so they could officially file the lodging house as their property. “You can do this.” She smiled lovingly at him, letting her gaze fall down onto the line that was calling her name. Her hand hovered over the paper in front of her, then she signed the paperwork and set the pen down. A sigh of relief left her lips as she admired how her name looked on the paper for a moment.

Never in a million years would she have guessed that she would be able to own anything, much less the lodging home that kept her safe for years. Every girl that cycled into that home was like a daughter to her and she now understood the impact that her and Spot had amongst the youth of New York. She looked back up at him with the biggest smile.

“It’s settled, then.”

Spot grins and walks over to her, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead. When he was younger he never thought he’d do anything with his life. A boy growing up on the streets of Brooklyn selling newspapers to barely make ends meet. And now here he was, signing the papers to own a home that shelters homeless kids- like he once was- with the love of his life. Quinn had truly changed him for the better, and he couldn’t be more happy about it.

“I’m so proud of you, Quinn,” he muttered against her forehead. The woman took both of his hands and squeezed them tightly.

“We’re going to make such a big difference,” she said with a smile. “I’m so happy to be the change that we wanted to see.” He smiled at her and nodded in agreement, internally taking a deep breath as he squeezed her hands gently.

“Speaking of changes, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he started softly, crouching down so he was eye level with her still sitting form. She stared at him for a moment, blinking perplexedly, but ultimately nodding.

“Alright, go ahead,” she said cautiously, ready for a couple of different scenarios that could occur after words like that. The man nodded and cleared his throat before speaking.

“You know I’ve never really been good with words, so don’t laugh at me” he started nervously, almost laughing at how nervous he felt. His hands shook ever so slightly as he gingerly let go of her hand to dig into his pocket.

“When we first met, I knew you were special. I knew that you weren’t gonna be just another person that entered and exited my life quietly, that’s never been you. And that’s one of the many things I love about you. You’re fiery, and you’re passionate, and you’re the most caring and kind hearted person I’ve ever met. I know without a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you’ll have me. So, would you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” He asked softly, pulling out a ring.

The band itself was golden and looked like two vines twisting around each other with smaller diamonds variously embedded around it, and an oval moissanite sat on top of it. Quinn’s cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she smiled fondly at him. Her cheeks flush a shade of red as she smiles fondly.

“Sean,” She trailed off softly, moving the chair aside and sitting on the floor so she could be on the same level as him. She took a moment to admire the ring, then moved past it to hug him.

“I would love to marry you. You make my life so complete- you make me a better person every day,” She whispered, squeezing him tightly. Spot laughed emotionally, trying not to tear up. He was failing, however, as he returned her hug.

“I love you so much, Quinn, it’s hard to articulate into words,” he muttered, kissing all around her face. The woman laughed softly.

“I know, and I’m so proud of you. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk that much in one go,” she teased, running a hand through his hair. “You make me so happy.”

“Don’t make me regret proposing,” he joked, hand moving to cup her cheek so he could kiss her. They paused just before their lips touched when they heard several giggles from the other side of their office door. Quinn gave him a look, trying to hold back a smile.

“Are they in on this?” She asked, pressing her forehead to his.

“Maybe,” he shrugged noncommittally, though that was thrown out the window when the door opened with a quiet creak to reveal Judy, a little redhead girl no older than seven that had been there for roughly a year now.

“Did she say yes?” She asked curiously, her voice quiet as usual. Quinn looked at the door, realizing there were no less than fifteen girls peeking their head through the doorway with huge huge smiles. She let out a small laugh and sat up on her knees so she’s about the same height as the small girl.

“I did, I said yes,” she answered with just the brightest smile of love as she held out her hands for all of the girls. Judy squealed excitedly and ran over to Quinn, knocking her into Spot and nearly making all three of them fall over while Spot burst into laughter. The rest of the girls ran in and followed Judy’s lead in all but tackling the adults to the ground. Spot couldn’t help but laugh as he was finally knocked over but he attempted to hug back as best as he could with so many people on top of him. He didn’t care though, he could handle it. And he would handle it, for Quinn and all their kids.

#newsies #newsies live #newsies imagine #spot conlon #spot conlon imagine #spot conlon x oc

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simonrriley · 3 years

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move me

tags: @luv-ya-hun, @and-shes-calling-a-cab, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers, @lxwkey-as-hell, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @acesayshi, @panickingpansexualpeanut, @trans-witch-cauldron warnings: drugs, break up, swearing, overdose, f slur (censored)

Shame, blame Words like these fester

King opened an eye as he felt the small mattress shift behind him and turned, rolling over slightly to look at what had caused the disturbance. It was only Bruiser, climbing back into bed and the realization caused King to let out a sigh of relief. He smiled tiredly, letting out a relaxed hum as Bruiser shuffled closer to him and wrapped his arm around his torso, pulling him closer. “Where did you go?” he mumbled out, drowsiness dripping from his voice. “Just the bathroom,” B replied after a minute or two, which King was confused by, if he knew where he went, why did it take so long to say it? Why did the pauses hang in the air for far too long than he was comfortable with. He decided to let it slide, he was probably just as tired as he was; a long day of two shows and meet and greets, who wouldn’t be at least a bit sleepy?

The blond nodded, eyes falling closed again as Bruiser’s face nuzzled into the back of his neck and he already began drifting off, the previous suspicions slipping from him as sleep took over.

And I pray For no change in seasons I hate rain

The two found themselves sitting across from each other, waiting for an interview to start. King cast a glance at Bruiser’s outfit; he’d made them late to the interview for just choosing an outfit anyway, or that’s what B said anyway. King didn’t fully believe him, since he came in through the front door of the tour bus in a disheveled outfit already, but he assumed he maybe had other plans he’d forgotten about. It wasn’t his business anyway. What was however, was something missing from Bruiser’s hand. “Hey B?” King asked, looking back up at his boyfriend and tilting his head. “Where’s your ring?”

King assumed he must’ve forgotten it in the tour bus, it was easy to misplace anyway but it still hurt him a little inside, they all have rings that reminded them of each other, matching in some way, and Bruiser had forgotten his.

He watched curiously as momentary panic flashed across Bruiser’s face, ‘him probably just realizing it was gone now’ he guessed. ��Oh shit babe, I’m so sorry,” Bruiser said, looking down at his bare hand with wide eyes. “I-I must’ve left it somewhere in the bus, y’know we were in a rush this morning,” he added, offering an apologetic smile. “I’ll find it when we get back.” King pushed down his hurt and forced a smile and a nod. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll help you. And you wanna know who’s fault that is?”

Bruiser rolled his eyes as he began to laugh and King did too, watching and loving it as Bruiser’s eyes lit up and his nose crinkled as he grinned widely, a familiar feeling sparking in King’s chest, one he hoped would never fade.

Don't let me drown in this room

His eyes opened, scanning the dark for the reason why his body was suddenly wracked with shivers. King rolled over, reaching out and over for warmth but his hands only hit the sheets. Slowly, he sat up, looking around the dark tour bus as it rested, no odd shapes sticking out in the pitch dark. Nothing caught his attention when a car drove by, headlights drowning everything in light momentarily before everything faded to black again “Bruiser?” King whispered out, voice hoarse from how little he’d been using it, as he slipped from the bunk and stood on the floor, waiting for a reply. Nothing came. He sighed, reaching down to tug on his discarded jeans as he formed a plan in his mind. He decided he’d have to go find him now then; it was what? 2:15 am? Where could he possibly be? No light was shining from under the bathroom door and he knew Bruiser couldn’t ever take a shower in the dark like King could and there was nowhere else in the bus he could be. King shook his head, mentally cursing at his boyfriend as he made his way over to where he kept his boots and lazily slipped them on before he searched for his hoodie, or Bruiser’s rather. Although when his hand went to grab at the spot it’d been hanging in, he only grabbed air and when his attention switched to it, he realized it was gone. Bruiser had taken his hoodie. King’s favorite hoodie. “Goddamnit,” he hissed, looking around the bus for another one he could borrow.

Eventually he found one and slipped it on over his bare chest before he snatched his keys and phone off of the small table beside the door and slipped out into the cold October night.

Lie, cheat Don't tell me secrets I can't keep

King looked down at his phone, glad he’d recently messaged Bruiser’s snapchat as he looked at the map, he was heading to a cafe or something it seemed. Why B had gone to a cafe at such a late time was beyond him. Maybe he was writing something and inspiration hit then? But they had wifi in the bus but then again… the cars could’ve been too loud to think, King understood that part.

He tried to push all doubts and worries out of his mind as walked, trying to make his trip quick, he was already losing feeling in his toes and fingertips yet somehow he could still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he walked. King finally looked up as he reached his destination and quickly pocketed his phone, looking for his boyfriend so he could grab him and go back to sleep safely, the bus didn’t feel right without him, it didn’t feel safe, it didn’t feel calming, it didn’t feel like home. It didn’t feel like Bruiser. His gaze finally caught a loud rumble, a motorcycle, something B insisted he took with him on the tour. His heart leapt in his chest as he turned to face it, expecting Bruiser to pull up beside him and whisk him home. That’d always been a thing he’d promised to do, take him on a ride.

Except, that fantasy didn’t come true, instead he saw Bruiser, wearing his hoodie, sitting on his motorcycle, waiting as a girl crossed the street. King tried to just assume that he hadn’t seen him yet and was waiting for her to cross so he could drive home, that made the most sense right?

Then, Bruiser’s head turned and it was hard to see with his helmet and all but it almost felt like his gaze was on him. King immediately brightened up and began waving, and gave a tiny shout for Bruiser. But then B turned, flipped up the visor on the helmet and leaned down to another woman and pressed their lips together. And King’s heart sank.

Immediately he turned and fled back to the bus, leaving his heart crumpled up on the sidewalk where he wished he had died that night.

Your fictions are putrid and so sweet

It had been maybe a few weeks since then and King still didn’t know what to do with the information he’d discovered. So there he lay, on his bunk, staring up at the one above it while his thoughts moved like an angry river, pushing and churning. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to confront him? Gather more evidence? Evidence of what? He wasn’t even sure if Bruiser was cheating; maybe he was going to say something to her and she forced herself on him? He didn’t stick around to find out and he never wanted to. But he’d never forgive himself if he falsely accused B. King decided then that if he was going to confront B, he needed evidence first and coincidentally, that was when the phone beside him buzzed. Bruiser’s. Now, King never wanted to invade someone’s privacy, he found it wrong and he knew how much it hurt to breach trust and boundaries like that. But, he felt he had good reason to. Plus, B would never find out if there was nothing on there for King to confront him about.

Bruiser wasn’t going to be home for a while anyway, said he was out playing pool with Moth, which was apparently a hobby of theirs. It seemed more like a middle aged dad hobby but he didn’t care nor did he judge, they were in a rock band anyway, they unfortunately appealed to middle aged dads.

He pressed his thumb on the home button and watched as the screen opened up and he grinned bittersweetly, he still had his fingerprint in his phone. After about ten minutes of searching, King was ready to give up, with a sigh, he opened Instagram, the place where he assumed B wouldn’t have any dirt, Instagram was basically public, no matter how private your messages seemed. Slowly, he scrolled through B’s account, looking through old posts, comments and things he was tagged in, nothing out of the ordinary.

Until, he looked at the notification in the corner.

A message.

He tapped on it, hands shaking and his heart pounding like it did before, he hadn’t even noticed his palms were sweating until now.

King watched as the chat loaded out in front of him and his gaze immediately travelled to the picture that was now loaded before him. It was a woman who resembled the girl from the other night strongly, in barely anything with the caption: ‘here’s a preview’. It made King’s stomach twist and churn, as if someone had stabbed him there and began twisting the knife. His heart, which had been laying on the sidewalk for weeks, finally shriveled up and died.

So he had been cheating. He forced himself to read through the texts from before, starting at the most recent ones, from when it appeared he’d been napping. ‘Thought you said you were coming over tonight?’ ‘I am, give me a minute to leave x’ ‘He keeps cuddling me I can’t move x’ ‘Just push him off, I can give you something better than cuddles anyway’ ‘And what’s that? X’ ‘Come over and find out babe’ ‘omw’

King made some form of a choking noise as he read it all over, taking in labored breaths as tears formed in his eyes. That’s why he’d woken up on the floor, that’s why B had only left a note, that’s why his side of the bunk had felt so cold.

I'll be so naïve for you

‘Hey B where are you? We’re all missing you’ King sent, looking up from his seat at the bar, he was surrounded by bandmates and friends but he still felt a hole in his chest.

‘Oh, I’m at the Alibi with Moth and some of his buddies.’ B quickly sent back.

That made him pause and look around.

Moth was sitting right next to him.

Bruiser wasn’t there at all, they’d checked, they’d seen everyone who’d come in the bar.

He lied.

‘Meet me at the tour bus in 10.’ He sent back stiffly.

King fished around in his pocket, pulled out a handful of change and put it onto the counter, mumbling to Moth about how he had to go check on something and then slipped out of the building and made his way back to the bus he’d been calling home.

To the boy who used to be home.

After about five minutes of waiting inside the bus, the door swung open and B stepped in, looking slightly disheveled and messy but it was windy and he had probably just run from wherever he was to make it in time.

King looked up from where he sat, slowly rising to his feet. “B. I was in the Alibi with Moth. You weren’t there. So, where were you?” King asked, hands in his pockets, trying to be as less threatening as possible, he didn’t want to scare Bruiser. He just wanted the truth.

“I was out with my friends, at a bar, I thought it was the Alibi and I thought Moth was there, some guy looked like him,” Bruiser explained, stammering over his words occasionally. He almost looked nervous.

The blond raised a brow, taking a step forward as a peculiar scent caught his attention.

Perfume.

He didn’t wear perfume, Spot didn’t, Moth didn’t and Mouse didn’t either.

“Is that perfume? Is it yours?” King asked, tilting his head. “Are you cheating on me?” He added, trying to take on a teasing tone. “Are you being serious?” “I mean, not completely. If you are, just tell me, I want to talk, I won’t be mad, I promise,” King explained, shrugging, hoping it would draw an answer out of B. But the taller man just shook his head, a scowl forming on his face. “No King, I’d never cheat on you, I can’t believe you’d even think that.” ‘You dirty fucking liar.’

If you loved me Why couldn't you find a way?

King sighed, replaying the camera footage on his phone, shaking his head at the repeated audio.

Why?

He kept shaking his head, watching the scene play out.

It had been a few nights ago, a while after they installed cameras on the bus, where they had been sleeping together and he’d had a nightmare, or something along the lines of it and Bruiser had left instead.

Bruiser had left him. He’d broken the only promise, he’d ignored the only thing he required him to do. Never leave him alone while he sleeps.

If you love me Why shouldn't I beg for you to stay?

King rolled over in his sleep, mumbling panickedly to himself, hopelessly reaching out to grab at Bruiser’s torso as he was trying to climb out of bed.

His eyes screwed shut further, a whimper escaping him. Whatever he was dreaming about, it was bad.

“B, please don’t go, please, stay,” he murmured, his voice taking out a desperate and frightened tone. “Please.” Bruiser paused, looking down at the terrified boy under him and nodded, pressing a kiss to his temple. ‘I could never,’ he thought to himself before detaching King’s hands from around him and walking away, leaving him to the terrors of the night.

King wiped away the tears that had fallen onto his phone and shook his head.

He knew what his next plan was.

Like your jewelry Oh, haven't I lost my shine?

“And this one’s called Girlfriend,” King said into the mic, his face lighting up as he heard screams erupt from the crowd. Everyone loved Girlfriend.

His grin turned to a smirk as they began playing their opening chords and the lights around them flashed. “Girlfriend?” King sang. “He has that. I saw them, on the internet.”

He watched as those who sang along with him got more confused until the screen lit up behind him, the original images and visuals for Girlfriend gone, replaced by screenshots upon screenshots he’d snagged from Bruiser’s horrible messages. “Your shit? Yeah I found it,” He continued, turning to Bruiser, his gaze hardening into a hurt glare. He knew this was a dick move and he couldn’t undo it, but part of him felt he deserved it. For blatantly lying to him, for cheating, for ignoring him, for becoming more and more cold to him every day.

For betraying him.

“And I loved you, without that chick.” He turned to gesture at the screen which clearly displayed the first photo he’d stumbled upon that night, the message that set everything in motion. “Her face is so fine. Her body’s a ten. I guess I’m much less,” he sang, taking a few steps away from Bruiser and the screen. “Don’t wanna see a picture of your situation, I guess I’m just another victim of our generation, you were a part of me, not vanity and honestly I can’t shake it. You wanna see her naked, you wanna treat her like a-” The music cut off as Bruiser took off across the stage, heading for backstage.

‘Serves him right.’

How you used me Oh, how you moved me

King didn’t see B at all after that.

He disappeared completely.

They finished the show without him and there was no congratulations kiss backstage like there always was after a show.

There were no sweaty hugs or warm smiles.

No assuring voices like warm honey or cooing of doves in the early morning, no hoodies that smelt like home and no hugs that felt like comfort.

There was no Bruiser.

And so, King headed straight for the bathroom and the carved out spaces in the cabinet and in the shower.

Just because he’d lost one addiction didn’t mean he’d lost any others.

So go, stay Something so moving As time waits You'll come to your senses My blind faith keeps me so honest and true

“That was some show you put on ragazzo dolce (sweet boy),” A voice echoed from behind King in his bunk.

He turned around, dropping the old hoodie he was messing with and faced the owner of the voice.

“Hey Spottie,” he said, trying to hide how his voice had cracked and broken.

He was pathetic.

It had only been a few hours and no matter what he did, what he thought, what he took, he couldn’t help but miss Bruiser.

B had taken everything he owned, only leaving one hoodie, something he must’ve forgotten although King hoped he left it there on purpose for him to hold, to cherish. Spot sat down beside him, pulling King into his arms with a quiet hum. He began rubbing his back soothingly and King immediately began to sob, clutching onto Spot like he was everything, cause he was everything he had left.

“Why? Why would he do it? Why?” he choked out between heart wrenching sobs that made him gasp for air as he cried harder, soaking Spot’s shirt. “I don’t know baby. I don’t. He’s a stupid boy, that one.” “He’s so fucking stupid.” “I know.” “I-... I hate him.”

If you loved me Then why couldn't I change your mind?

King found himself awake every night, staring at the ceiling, feeling as empty as the space beside him.

The thoughts that plagued him night after night didn’t change much about him, being awake for days at a time never bothered him, it was usual, routine.

Some normalcy.

But he couldn’t crash, no matter how hard he tried or what he tried to do, he couldn’t get his eyes to close now that nobody was there to stop the dark from closing in. So all he had was her.

She called to him, constantly, from her hidden place in the bathroom cabinet, making each sleepless night more rocky than the last. Eventually he decided, he’d given in once, what was one more time? And so it continued. And every time he went back to her, he found himself wondering in the same spot he’d been laying in: ‘why did he leave?’

‘Why wasn’t I enough for him?’

‘Why did he lie?’

‘Why didn’t he just, tell me?’

Was it something he had done? Was it something he couldn’t do?

Or was it just him that Bruiser didn’t want? The thoughts repeated themselves until they were no longer questions and instead statements that hounded at his mind like dogs at a locked gate, relentlessly trying to get a hold of him.

“Why?” King asked out loud, wincing at how broken his voice had sounded and how the tears threatening to pour from his eyes began their descent onto his pillow, his shakes and sobs not stopping until the world faded to black around him.

If you loved me Then why couldn't we try a second time?

King looked out at the sea of people before him, mostly fans wearing their merch eagerly waiting for them to come out and do their set.

It had been a few months since he last saw Bruiser that night.

Their tour had been put on hold while they either tried to get Bruiser back or find a new bassist and it was currently hard to do, but the fans had no idea, all they knew was the tour was on hold for now.

To make up for it, they had an acoustic set and Q&A in little random towns.

This was their final show, for now.

King sighed, adjusting his guitar strap before he walked out onto the stage, accompanied by Mouse and Moth and they all took their spots at their respective stools, leaving space for King in the middle with the microphone.

He gave a small smile and wave as cheers erupted around the small bar and he couldn’t help but remember how much he missed playing shows, especially at actual venues.

He quickly sat down, lifting his guitar up over his head and setting it down beside him against the stool.

“Hey guys,” King greeted, laughing as the crowd broke into cheers again. “How’re you guys doing tonight?” he asked, shaking his head when he was met with more shouts. “Good to hear. Listen, we’re gonna start the Q&A so go line up at that mic,” he explained, gesturing to the microphone in front of the stage.

“Why did you take Ma Cherie, Stupid For You, Sleep Alone, Feb 14, High Definition and The King off of Spotify?” A fan asked, brushing their bright red hair out of their face as they tried to read the notecard they’d brought.

‘Shit,’ King thought, wishing people hadn’t noticed he’d taken those songs off of most platforms. “There was some problems with management and some of those songs, we’re trying to get it sorted and put them back out there,” King explained, knowing he was lying through his teeth and many people could probably tell.

“Where is Bruiser tonight?” Another asked. “He’s sick,” Moth cut in, knowing King wouldn’t have been able to answer that one without tearing up. “His stomach didn’t like last night’s pizza.” After a while, the questions went back to normal, like ‘what inspired you to write (whatever song)’ or ‘why did you choose this lyric?’ which King was grateful for.

“Y’all ready?” King asked as he picked up his guitar and watched as security returned fans to their spots.

“This first one’s called Move Me.”

King began singing, trying to focus on getting the chords right and not really paying any attention to the fans or the bar itself, just him and the music.

All there needed to be.

He’d kept himself going in the worst of times with music, how was this any different. He just needed to focus on music.

But he looked up, only once, just to make sure he hadn’t drastically fucked up.

And that’s where he drastically fucked up.

His eyes made contact with another’s across the bar and his world and heart stopped.

King kept his focus on the guitar, not on the man across the bar, he immediately put his head down and shook it, trying to clear his thoughts.

In.

Strum.

Out.

Strum again.

In.

Change chords.

Out.

Keep strumming.

He tried not to look up, not even at the fans. They didn’t need to see his puffy eyes.

“If you loved me... why couldn’t we try a second time?” He choked out, shaking his head. He looked up for a split second, making eye contact again with the man he’d been hiding from, the man who’d cut a hole so deep in his chest he felt like he was still bleeding, the man who gave him everything but took it all away.

“You thought you knew me... but I’ll never be

FAKE

YOU!” He screamed, voice breaking and cracking as tears slipped from his eyes, memories of quiet nights and whispered assurances and gentle kisses dropping and disappearing with them.

The bitter boy watched him move from his stool and flee across the bar and silence fell for a moment.

“How you used me, how you moved me…”

“So go, fly, find what you’ve longed for your whole life. Maybe you’ll come back a new bride, or maybe you’ll come back to me...” He continued on, wincing at how his voice broke at ‘come back’ and how the bar door slammed shut and the stool was now empty.

King stared at the empty space and if his heart wasn’t already dead and shriveled and stomped on, he felt it shatter into a million pieces too, ones he thought never could be glued together.

I see you I don't wanna know where you've been

A few months turned into a year.

And that year turned into the worst thing that had ever happened to King.

He’d never spiraled so hard and fell so fast before.

He didn’t know when he began missing Bruiser, he didn’t know when he realized what made his chest ache when he tried to sleep at night was someone missing.

He only realized it after he’d shown up at Bruiser’s house, something he hadn’t planned on doing, but according to Bruiser, he’d been incredibly high when he did so and King only remembered all of it after he woke up at home, on his couch with a pounding headache and a note in his pocket from B explaining what had happened.

He’d never admit that he treasured that note for days, running his hands over the scribbled writing as if somehow he could feel Bruiser in some way. And on that day he found himself standing in the park, alone, waiting with shaking legs for anyone, someone, to appear. King glanced down at his phone, the bright screen illuminating his face and breath in the dark.

‘Can we meet at the park on 5th? I just want to talk.’

The message had been read, but he didn’t know if B really wanted to meet or if he was even going to show up. He couldn’t see his location anymore after they broke up so his anxiety was only higher as he waited.

He let out a nervous breath as he ran a hand through his messy hair that he assumed must’ve been thinning or falling out, he couldn’t tell. Or it might’ve been from all the times his anxiety got the better of him and his only reaction was to start pulling and tugging on parts of his hair till it came out. Nobody was there to stop him. Nobody was there to stop him from doing anything anymore.

His shirt appeared baggy on his thin frame and he tried to tug the sleeves down more so he didn’t have to look at all the track lines on his arms.

Nobody had stopped him from doing that either.

Sure, Mouse and Spot had tried to reach him but it felt like he was underwater constantly, every word muffled.

He just wished someone would pull him out.

His gaze suddenly snapped up at the sound of boots crunching on the frost covered ground and his eyes stopped on the man he’d been missing so dearly, who he’d forced out of his life without a second thought.

Without hesitation, King sprinted forward, slamming into Bruiser and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. He didn’t want to cry, he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but just seeing him unlocked the part of him he’d been trying to keep away.

Bruiser’s arms slowly wrapped themselves around King, as if he’d almost forgotten how to hold him and the thought only made King sob harder and he began blabbering near nonsense about how sorry he was and how much he’d missed him.

The taller man replied by gently rocking and hushing him, stroking his hair back. The action pushed King into the past, one that wasn’t so far away. One filled with warm hugs, a voice like honey, hoodies that smelled like home and hugs that felt like instant comfort.

Memories of an unshattered heart.

“I-I’m sorry. I was such a dick and I just… I-I miss you so much and…” King shook his head as he broke into sobs again, any hope that he was going to get himself together was lost. He just couldn’t take it, seeing B, holding B, feeling him again. He didn’t even think he’d ever look at him again.

“Shhh, Котик, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he assured him, continuing to rock him until King’s cries quieted down and the only sound was their even breathing.

“We’re gonna figure this out, okay?” King could only nod, listening to the sound of Bruiser’s heart beating, a sound he knew well and was always comforted by, even when Bruiser himself seemed to be the enemy. “I just… I miss you so much,” King choked out, not caring that was repeating previous statements. He had to admit it, cause it was true and it had been eating him up inside for far too long.

Bruiser opened his mouth to reply but they both froze at the sound of a car pulling up on the pavement and stopping beside the park, the engine humming and breaking the silence that had momentarily fell.

King turned to look at the cause of the disturbance and his face fell as he recognized the blonde woman from before and Bruiser must’ve too cause he stiffened beside him. “Michael?!”

B snapped out of his small trance and immediately shoved King away, the smaller man staggering back before tripping and slamming into the dirt.

“Katie!” He shouted back, acting like he was expecting her or happy to see her. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get home earlier, I was busy.” “Busy reconnecting with that f*g?” She asked, pointing to King so harshly that he physically flinched even though she stood a good few feet away from him.

“No, no, no. He doesn’t matter anymore to me. He’s just a stupid junkie,” Bruiser answered, shaking his head before he turned, gaze hardening as he looked at King. “It’s only you.”

I don't want to rush you I just wanna have a life again

King had tried to get rid of everything that was Bruiser’s after that interaction. He tossed his hoodie to the back of his closet, where some bugs or something would get at it he was sure. He buried his ring in his sock drawer, hoping that he’d never accidentally happen upon it again. He scrapped the pages upon pages of lyrics he’d written out for Bruiser, because of Bruiser, keeping only the ones inspired by the recent events.

There was only one thing left to do, and that was to block him everywhere he could.

He sighed, opening up Twitter and ignoring how notifications flooded him as greeting. He didn’t need everyone’s worry, everyone’s sympathy or pity, he didn’t want it and he didn’t need it. He didn’t need everyone asking if he was okay or when the next album was, to him, the band was practically broken up in his eyes. There was no point.

He shook his head, watching as every few moments, another notification popped up, and then another and then another.

What was going on? Mentally cursing, he opened up the tab, looking through. Everyone was tagging him in one specific post. From Bruiser.

With a tired and strained groan, he clicked on it, assuming it couldn’t be that bad.

It was.

Start a family Oh, what about yours, mine, kids?

A picture loaded before him, not nearly explicit as the other photos he’d seen from Bruiser but the feeling he got from it was so much worse it might as well have been more photo or video evidence of Bruiser’s betrayal.

Before him was a photo of Bruiser and his stupid girlfriend, or now stupid fiancé. B was posed with her as she showed off the glittering ring on her fourth finger, she wore a genuine smile that almost looked like a smirk while B wore a normal smile that felt plastered on. And the caption read: ‘Ma Chérie.’ That used to be what B called him.

It didn’t matter how it felt.

They were getting married.

They were going to be a family.

He was going to be her home.

King wished he’d gotten over him months before in some way, but there was no getting over him. Alone was not easy after him. Sure he wasn’t alone, he still had Spot, but together they were just sad and bitter, something clearly felt missing to them and there was nothing they could do about it.

The damage was done.

Forever and always.

King let out a noise between a scream and a sob as tears flooded his eyes. He clenched his jaw and screwed his eyes shut as he chucked his phone across the room. His hands flew to his hair and tugged, hard until clumps of hair began coming out with it, it wasn’t hard to get it to fall out anymore.

The sobs kept flowing from him until his voice was scratchy and hoarse and then he decided he needed a different method of letting the pain out or expressing it. So he fled to his bathroom.

Being home had more perks than he realized.

Being home meant he had more privacy.

More crevices to hide things he wasn’t supposed to have.

Things he swore he’d gotten off of.

And it didn’t take long for him to be back on them either. It didn’t take much either.

If you love me

King stumbled out of the bathroom and flicked the light off, deciding he’d do a livestream. He was numb enough now, he’d probably be fine.

He searched around his small studio looking for his phone and sighed in relief once he got it. He set it up against his desk with a few books before he ran to go grab his guitar.

Once he had everything together, he sat down in his chair and started the livestream. He wasn’t really sure what his plan was for the livestream but before he could even speak or form a thought, his fingers were moving up and down the neck of the guitar and he was strumming away at a familiar song.

One he’d tried to forget.

“Well I can’t seem to make you smile anymore, anymore, yeah. What happened to the dresses you wore before, wore before?” He sang, head suddenly bopping along to the beat in his head.

He paused for a quick second, clicking on his laptop and letting the original recording of the song begin to play from his files on his computer. Something the fans hadn’t heard in a while, something that was partially his fault, something that reopened a wound in his shattered heart every time he thought of it, but here he was, playing it.

He was too focused on setting up the background track that he didn’t notice the too familiar name joining the livestream.

‘BassBoyBruiser has joined the livestream.’

King suddenly found himself getting up halfway through the livestream as his throat began closing up the closer he got to the end of the song. He couldn’t complete it without another fix.

“One sec, guys, need to check on something,” he clarified through gasps as he stumbled back towards the bathroom.

He returned a few moments later, feeling much better with her back in his veins. If Bruiser couldn’t complete him, he’d have to make do with what he had now.

Bruiser however, didn’t make him trip or his speech slur or his bones buzz.

“Alright, we’re good guys,” he said as he came back into frame, picking up the guitar and kicking the chair away so he was standing now, deciding to get more into the music. “Ma chérie, oh, time won't be enough, to make you fall in love with me. The needle or me? Well I loved you and you walked away from me,” King sang, shaking his head to try and clear his swimming thoughts and blurring vision.

“The needle…. Or me…” He repeated, despite that not being a line he was supposed to. Before he could even process what was happen, his legs gave out from under him and crashed to the floor, guitar clattering to the ground and the phone coming down with it, landing on its side, providing a landscape view of King’s shaking body as everything he’d taken began to fight back in a way.

“Fuck…” he managed out before his throat and eyes began to close again, the spinning room falling still as darkness consumed him.

Oh, if you loved me

Bruiser watched with wide, horrified eyes as King’s phone clattered to the ground and his body with it, the guitar making a horrible resonating sound as it hit the floor with King.

He continued to stare for a few minutes, waiting, hoping, praying that King would get up and be okay, that he would shrug it off as being tired or something.

But B knew at this point not to believe in miracles.

So, he did the next best thing.

He went to be the miracle.

He sprung up from his spot on his bed and ran to his closet, trying to grab something quickly to wear so he could leave. He tugged on an old hoodie, one of King’s he was sure and grabbed a pair of sweatpants, hopping into them as he tried to make his way to the door.

His free hand snatched his keys off the table beside the door and he ignored Katie’s shouts for him to stop and tell her where he was going. She didn’t need to know and he didn’t want her to know. It wasn’t her business. It was her fault anyway.

No.

It was his. And he knew that. He could tell by the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he turned his keys into the ignition of his motorcycle and swung his leg over the side and then sped off down the road, heading for the highway, the route to King’s apartment engraved in his mind still.

As he drove, he tried to pray, asking whoever was watching over him to save King or to have him hold on until he got there, he didn’t know what he’d do or what would happen if he got there and King was…

No, he couldn’t think like that. If he thought too hard it’d happen, he knew from experience. Instead, he hardened his gaze and focused more on getting there, slamming his foot down hard on the gas pedal and speeding down the highway, not caring if some cop was going to stop him for a ticket. That didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered but King.

There was no one else.

Bruiser found himself at King’s quicker than he’d anticipated and nearly passed it at first. The motorcycle screeched to a halt and he turned it off as fast as he could, shoving his keys in his pocket as he rushed towards the building, entering the code he remembered and rushing up the stairs, not pausing even for a breath.

Once he reached the door, he cursed. He didn’t have his key anymore. Either King had taken it or he threw it in the ocean sometime last year, he couldn’t remember. The only thought rushing through his head was ‘Save. King.’

Without thinking, he began to slam his shoulder against the locked door, not stopping even when his shoulder began to scream in pain and he felt like doing the same, he only stopped when the door gave way and he stumbled into the apartment, into view of the phone.

He looked down and saw King at his feet and nearly sighed in relief but instead sucked in a gasp as he dropped to his knees, trying to figure out a way to console the convulsing, unconscious body. “Shit, shit, shit shit. Котик I’m so sorry. Come on, come on, please. Fuck,” he cursed, scanning over King’s body before he froze, gaze turning to the phone on the floor. He reached over, trying to ignore the spamming chat as he searched for the off button. He fumbled for a moment before his finger hit the button and the app closed.

His attention immediately turned back to King, muttering curses in Russian under his breath as he tried to figure out what to do as he watched the situation get worse and worse with each second that went by.

Bruiser’s hand flew to his own pocket as he grabbed his phone, quickly dialing the three digit number engraved in his brain since he could remember and asking immediately for an ambulance. He gave the operator the address and unit before quickly hanging up, deciding not to stay on the line any longer, he couldn’t bear to talk to some stranger about it any longer.

Instead he curled up over King’s body, sobs beginning to spill from him. “I-I’m so sorry, this is all my fault…Fuck, c’mon котик, stay with me, please. I can’t lose you again,” he pleaded, his tears soaking the soft fabric of King’s shirt as he clutched him tightly to his chest.

He waited for what felt like forever until the sound of a wailing ambulance hit his ears, and then the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs towards the apartment. B was then hauled up and out of the way as paramedics rushed to get at King and load him onto the stretcher they’d brought.

And the only thing Bruiser could do was watch, stray tears still slipping down his cheeks but he’d lost the energy to continue crying, plus he was sure he didn’t have any tears left in him. So, he just watched as his boyfriend was loaded onto a stretcher and taken away, out of his view.

Only then did the music that had been playing in the background hit him.

“Ma Chérie, oh time won't be enough, to make you fall in love... The needle or me? Want to hold you in my arms, but you want nothin' to do with me…”

If you love me.

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Walking mouth and the case of the littles

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Exactly, ain’t gonna do shit”

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

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

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

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

“What the hell Davey—!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How?”He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh”He said eloquently.

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

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

“Please say more than that”Jack begged.

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

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

“Okay”Davey said.

“Okay?”He echoed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ ‘m not?”Jack whined. “Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Jack-!”

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

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

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

“Have fun with that”

“I’m gonna do it!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a romantic…”he said in awe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right?”Jack said.

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

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

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

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

“Nope, still gotta earn that”

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

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

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

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

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

“I would never hit you!”

“You pushed me into a streetlight yesterday!”

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

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

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

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

Jack nodded.

“But have they been to Brooklyn yet?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Perspective Jackie, Perspective”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Racer! ‘m sorry that took so long-”

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

“Race-”

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

“Racer!-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”he asked, tilting his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#newsies #broadway #newsies broadway #jack kelly #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #jack newsies #race newsies #spot newsies #davey newsies #oc Shadow #Blanco oc #Sprace #Javid #first kiss #jack kelly x david jacobs #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #King of manhattan

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If you’re still taking requests maybe 1+4 for Sprace?

Canon-era in general

And

Soulmate AU

I am always taking requests, my dude. Anyway here we go! This is mostly in the musicalverse but if I reference a few movieverse characters as older Newsies during Race’s childhood...😏 Also there are a couple of ocs in here, and it gets a bit angsty towards the end. Enjoy!

Tw: Underage drinking, a couple of side characters are mentioned to have died, and homophobia is kind of implied, I guess?

...

Race had grown up knowing that he liked boys, and that didn’t really match up with what people said love was supposed to be, but that was just how Race was.

And it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone, was it? Being only a little kid, Race was too young to actually do anything, and if he sometimes paid attention to the way a friend looked really cute when he’d just woken up, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he had to or even could act on those little crushes.

It was like Manhattan’s leader, Waffles, said. He called it ‘puppy love’ when Jack snuck glances at a girl his age on the street or Crutchie shyly gave one a flower when he handed her mother a pape. Nobody actually acted on these things.

Little baby crushes when you were a kid meant nothing, and that meant that Race would outgrow this and start liking girls in time to meet his soulmate, right? Because soulmates meant a boy with a girl, and nothing else, right?

At least, that was what he thought, until he and Jack walked into an alley when Race was 8 and Jack was 10 and found a couple of older boys kissing—which Race was pretty sure you were only supposed to do with someone you loved.

Snitch and Itey jumped apart, staring at the younger boys in shock. Then they each grabbed one and dragged them into the Lodging House bathroom to tell them that Race and Jack could not tell anyone.

Race was too scared to speak (Snitch and Itey were significantly bigger than him) but Jack stepped in front of him and demanded to know why.

That was when Itey sighed, said that maybe it would be better if Waffles explained this, and gone to get their leader.

Race hadn’t really believed it at first when Waffles sat them down and carefully explained that Itey and Snitch were soulmates.

“That ain’t possible,” Jack argued, “They’s both boys.”

“Yeah,” Waffles said, “And maybe it’s a cruel trick of fate or a mistake or whatever the church thinks, but here with the Manhattan Newsies? We don’t care. Okay? We’s a family. We don’t turn on Itey and Snitch for somethin’ they can’t control.”

“Why would we turn on them?” Race asked, confused. That was what this was; confusing.

Waffles sighed, “Look, among family, it’s okay. We don’t care who your soulmate is. But the rest of the world does, okay? Adults don’t know nothin’. They think boys lovin’ boys and girls lovin’ girls is wrong.”

“Would Itey and Snitch get hurt if adults found out?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, kiddo, they would. And that’s why you can’t tell no one, okay, boys? Nobody outside the house finds out and no new kids either ‘till we know we can trust ‘em. Okay?”

“Okay,” they both said, and though, like most people, Itey and Snitch kept their soulmarks covered, as it was something intensely personal and none of anybody’s business, from there, Race started realizing that he should have seen something between them a long time ago.

It was fairly obvious, in how they shared a bed, snuck off occasionally, and sometimes let touches of reassurance or affection linger a bit longer than they probably should.

Race started noticing how the other older kids covered for them. How Skittery would knock something over, allowing them to slip out together under the excuse of not wanting to help him clean it up. How Boots would make a joke to draw attention to himself if they started getting too obvious. How Waffles would take on any new kid thinking of selling with them, himself, so they had an excuse to keep being just the two of them.

It was... nice, in a mushy kind of way that they had that support. And Race didn’t really think seriously about kissing his crushes yet, but he did wonder if he would have that if he did.

Race’s soulmark—the first name of his soulmate that appeared on his wrist on his 10th birthday—was Sean.

It was a boy’s name. That scared Race a little.

But every time he saw the older Manhattan kids go out of their way to make sure nobody noticed Itey and Snitch, he got a little less scared, but still a bit confused

He stopped being scared, at least mostly, when Jack came to him, nervously confessing that he liked girls and boys, and his soulmark said a boy’s name; David. There was something less scary about being different when you didn’t have to be alone in it.

Of course, among the Newsies, finding your soulmate was always a little complicated, because damn near everybody had nicknames. Honestly, Race‘s soulmate could be almost any of his friends for all he knew, but he liked to think he didn’t. He liked to think he’d know immediately if he found him.

Race was 10 when he started selling at Sheepshead, having a deal with a Brooklyn girl, Palomino. She got to use his cuteness for easy sales, and in return, she taught him to weaponize just the right combination of friendliness, flirtation, and annoyance to get people do to pretty much whatever he wanted.

Race asked her when he was 11 what she thought about soulmates, particularly same-sex soulmates. He wanted her opinion because while Palomino was kind of an asshole, there was one thing she was really good at, and that was survival.

And Race wasn’t sure what he thought about the fact that his soulmate was a boy yet, but he knew that just living as someone like that, you had to be careful to survive.

‘Mino just shrugged, “Love is unreliable, Racer. It never does what you want it to and more often than not, it’s a liability. Soulmates ain’t an exception just cause they’s supposed to be together.”

“What about boys lovin’ other boys and girls lovin’ other girls?”

“The fuck did I just say? Love’s a liability. Feelin’s get ya hurt—even more so if those feelin’s is illegal.”

Race struggled to get what he was really asking across, “But if it’s illegal... does that make it wrong?”

‘Mino’s face softened infinitesimally. No one who didn’t know her would even recognize it as softening.

“What did I teach ya, kid? Long as ya don’t get caught, nothin’s illegal. Whether ya love girls or boys or both ain’t my business—it’s still stupid. Now, come on. If we place our bets right, we can both go home with some extra dough.”

Yeah... Race never mastered the whole ‘winning bet-placing’ thing. He never accepted Palomino’s offers to teach him to pickpocket, either, though there were winters where he wished he did.

And he never believed her when she said love was stupid. Because Palomino might have a cynical, angry outlook on life, but Race didn’t. Whenever he asked Waffles or Jack or any of the kids back home in Manhattan, they always said love and soulmates were good things.

Of course, it wasn’t like her opinion mattered anymore. After that winter when Race was 11, he never saw his old mentor again.

Sure, Race didn’t know anything about love besides the platonic bond he had with friends, but he still believed in it with how he saw pairs of his friends fall into it more and more as he got older. Love and soulmates made people happy. That much, he could tell.

Race was 16, Jack was Manhattan’s leader, and he’d been selling at Sheepshead for years when he learned that it wasn’t always that simple.

He and his friend Spot were a little drunk, probably, because Spot had gotten hurt in a fight and hadn’t wanted to drink his cheap booze to dull the pain alone.

Race had met him when he was 12 and Spot was 13, not long after Spot became King of Brooklyn. In the last 4 years, they’d become close friends. He was Race’s best friend, to be honest, besides maybe Albert. Of course, Jack and Crutchie didn’t count because they were more Race’s brothers.

And if Spot was like, really attractive, that didn’t matter. He wasn’t interested in Race. Race didn’t even know if he was interested in boys, period. It was just never something they talked about.

Spot didn’t seem like a Sean, anyway.

“Hey, Spot, buddy, do you ever think about... like... soulmates?” Race asked, trying not to slur his words.

Spot laughed kinda tiredly, “Sometimes. Why?”

“Just ‘cause...” Race tried to think despite his mind being fuzzy, “What do ya think about ‘em?”

Spot just shrugged, “Love’s a liability. Soulmates ain’t an exception.”

“Ooh, I see you’s usin’ Palomino’s philosophy.”

They both laughed.

Was it just the booze making Race slow, or were Spot’s eyes lingering on his lips as he put his cigar in his mouth?

“Oh, Palomino,” he muttered, “That bitch. I ain’t thought about her in a while.”

“That ain’t nice—she’s dead, Spottie.”

“Yeah, which means she ain’t here to care what I say ‘bout her.”

Race’s laugh sounded drunk even to him, “She tried to teach me to pickpocket.”

“She did teach me to pickpocket.”

“Spot, you son of a bitch, you actually let her teach ya to steal?”

“She taught all the younger Brooklyn kids when I was little. She was older and smarter than me, so’s I kinda did whatever she told me. I don’t steal nowadays though, if I can help it. Ain’t worth the trouble with the bulls.”

“She was pretty smart,” Race admitted, “I dunno if she was right ‘bout soulmates, though.”

Spot looked away from Race’s face, taking another swig of alcohol, “She was.”

Race took another sip of his own drink, a bit disappointed, for some reason, “How do ya know?”

“Because Waffles was hers and they both knew it and it just hurt ‘em both.”

“Oh,” Race looked at the floor, “I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah,” Spot laughed, “One pair of Newsies actually landed right side up and it was the one where both of ‘em died.”

“That ain’t funny, Spot.”

Race hadn’t thought about ‘Mino in a while, either. Honestly, he hadn’t even thought about Waffles, and that made him sad because they both deserved to be remembered and—

“Hey, hey, Racer, it’s okay. Don’t cry. That was stupid of me.”

Race remembered to hug Spot gently as his friend embraced him. They were drinking for a reason, so Race avoided touching Spot’s ribs. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Spot didn’t hug often, but when he did, it felt special. It felt warm and safe, like home.

“I’m sorry, Race, I just... they actually wound up as a girl and a boy and they wasn’t together, but they should’ve been and... I’m sorry. Don’t cry.”

“I ain’t gonna cry.”

Spot pulled away enough to look him in the eye to make sure he wasn’t lying.

Race couldn’t say he was sorry that Spot kept holding onto him. Their faces were very close together.

“Do ya really think love is stupid, Spottie?”

Spot shrugged, “Everyone I know what’s in it gets hurt. I mean... you’s seen what it does to Cowboy and Mouth, right? Knowin’ all it would take is one bad person findin’ out ‘bout them.”

“But they makes each other happy,” Race pointed out, “Ain’t that what’s really important?”

“I dunno, just seems easier not to have to worry ‘bout it. Soulmates is just another person who can hurt you or be used against you, and besides— just cause the universe says you’s supposed to be in love don’t mean ya have to. I sure don’t give a damn about whoever mine is.”

Race smiled, tapping the piece of cloth Spot used to cover his soulmark, “What’s the harm in your best friend knowin’, then?”

“Why?” Spot teased, “Hopin’ it’s you?”

“I’m fairly certain it ain’t,” Race said, “We’s known each other for years. If we was soulmates, we’d’ve found out by now. Still, ya never have shown me your mark.”

“You haven’t shown me yours, either.”

“Fair.”

Race thought about it for a second.

“What if we showed ‘em at the same time? I mean, ain’t no harm in it, right? Only one of my close friend’s Marks I ain’t seen is yours.”

“Yeah,” Spot muttered, “Same for me, I guess. Showin’ ‘em at the same time sounds fair.”

“Course it is,” Race let go of him, still staying sitting pretty close, and untied the strip of cloth from his own wrist, “Ready?”

Spot untied his, “Set.”

“Go.”

They showed their soulmarks at the same time. By the time of day, it was almost too dark for Race to read the text on his friend’s wrist.

Almost.

Anthony.

“Shit,” Race mumbled under his breath, “Oh my God.”

Spot was still silent, just staring in shock at the name on Race’s wrist.

Any chance of it being a different Anthony was gone, now, by the look on his face.

“Spot...”

Spot finally looked him in the eye, and Race could see pain there, but also some kind of... relief.

Race knew exactly how he felt. He’d somehow... well, he hadn’t expected it, but it wasn’t surprising, either.

He was glad it was Spot. He was glad it was someone he already knew. Someone he already... already loved.

Race dared to lean a little closer, knowing Spot would read his intentions and pull away if he wanted to.

He didn’t pull away, though his deep breath was shaky.

Their faces were close enough that Race could smell what they’d been drinking on Spot’s breath.

He didn’t see any signs of him not wanting it, so Race leaned forward enough to kiss Spot as softly as he knew how.

For a second, he thought maybe Spot was kissing him back, and then hands were on his shoulders, gently pushing him away.

When Race opened his eyes, his soulmate had an extremely pained look on his face, and he was already grabbing his strip of cloth to cover his wrist again.

“I’m—“

“Don’t be sorry, Race,” he said quietly, “Just... go. You’s gonna have to run for it or you’ll miss the last carriage to hitch a ride home.”

A small part of Race was hurt and angry and wanted to argue that, no, they needed to talk about this and they needed to talk about it now.

But Spot looked agonized enough as it was, and the larger part of Race didn’t want to cause him any more pain.

He stood up and walked all the way back home.

#race and spot are dumbass bois #newsies #sprace #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #race x spot #angst #soulmates au #background javid #background snitey #oc: waffles #oc: palomino #violet’s writing

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