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bwaybby09 · 22 hours
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During a Tornado Warning:
Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?
Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!
Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.
Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.
Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.
Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.
Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.
Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?
Jack: I don’t know…
Spot: That’s what I thought.
Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.
Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.
*bonus*
Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!
(Race grabs onto Spot)
Spot: Oh, get off me! No!
Race: Hold on to me!
Spot: Get off me!
Race: I am saving your life!
Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!
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the-racer · 5 days
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spot 🤝 albert = calling their strangely tall boyfriends sweetheart in both a mean and nice way
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i-politely-disagree · 1 month
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I really wanna write a fic where Jack and Spot are equally overprotective of Race, so when Race and Spot start dating, Jack becomes a weird sort of helicopter sibling and Spot is just over it.
(half the story would honestly end up being weird filler but I felt the need to share the hc)
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buriedstarlightjar · 2 months
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Sprace headcanon: they keep their relationship a secret not for homophobia reasons or because they’re scared but because race finds it absolutely fucking thrilling. Like every time they meet spot is like “why is this a secret again” and race is like “it’s fucking fun” and they both have great poker faces so it’s a secret until race kisses the top of spot’s head and jack loses his shit
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amelka-anxiety · 10 months
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little modern sprace comic
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first attempt at a comic so forgive me if the formats a bit off!!
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gaepossum · 14 days
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sprace recommendations
Hey! I'm looking for some sprace recommendations. Maybe some hur/comfort or angst with a happy ending.
Anything'll do! Just really want some sprace rn 😭
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emmedoesntdomath · 8 months
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race, facedown on the table: I’m so stupid 
albert, laughing at him: yes, yes you are-
spot, from across the room: no 
race:
albert:
race, sitting up and clearing his throat: you know, I suddenly feel better. the world is such a beautiful place. I’m doing great, actually. 
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mostlybroadway · 11 months
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racetrack higgins’s first love was robin hood.
a child of ten couldn’t help but be enamored by the hooded vigilante, stealing from the rich to give to the less fortunate. race himself was one of the less fortunate: his mother had died while having him and his father wanted little to do with him. like robin hood, race decided to make a life for himself with his friends. he just needed friends.
and then came racetrack higgins’s second love: spot conlon
she and race did everything together. when race happened upon the brooklyn newsies on a regular trip to the sheepshead, he was instantly enamored. finally, newsboys—news girls—who were just like him. or how he used to be.
spot and race were partners in crime. they sold together, ate together, and lived together in the small brooklyn boarding house. as they reached eleven, twelve, thirteen, they started to do more. they saw others kissing and wanted to try for themselves. their hugs lingered a little longer, their hands brushing against each other suddenly meant a little more. race had found his maid marian. and spot thought she had found hers, too.
racetrack higgins’s third love was jack kelly.
race had seen jack around. he made his way through lower manhattan now and again, seeing how the boys sold compared to the brooklyn girls. they needed some pointers, surely, but they were good company. they always wanted to play games with race if he asked them to. race wanted to spend the most time with jack, though. the newly appointed leader, the cowboy. race was happy with spot, and kissing spot, and loving spot, but his love of jack kelly was something entirely new.
race caught himself looking at jack’s chest and wishing his own vest and shirt sat flat against his breasts. race looked at how jack carried himself—so tall, so manly—and race wanted it too. race needed it.
when race told spot he was leaving to join the lower manhattan boys, she was not happy. she swore at him, she threw a few good shoves at him, but he remained strong. he still loved her. he figured he probably would always love her. but she loved someone that no longer existed.
racetrack higgins’s fourth love, albert dasilva, took him entirely by surprise.
albert welcomed race in immediately, just as spot had all those years before. but something about albert was different. while spot was loud and domineering, albert let race take charge. albert listened. albert was soft, and caring, and had that red hair that could make anyone fall at his feet.
albert dasilva helped racetrack higgins accept who he was. he helped him bind correctly. he made sure the other boys respected race’s privacy while changing. and he loved race no matter who he was.
and that made all the difference.
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fell-outta-my-chair · 12 days
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Please Don’t Go Home Yet by Stephen Sanchez is a Sprace song
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newsiesficchallenges · 4 months
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1 Day…
We have less than a day left for this gift exchange!!! We have a lot of people who haven’t submitted their assignment!!! If you are one of those people, you have probably received a message in some form asking if you are still able to complete your assignment. If you haven’t submitted and didn’t get that message, there was probably not a contact given in your sign up.
But please!!!! Message if you need help NOW!!!!
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ethereal-bumble-bee · 2 months
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Chapter 3 of When the World Falls Into Anarchy is out!
when the world falls into anarchy (2002 words) by etherealbumblebee Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992), Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Finch (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs, Les Jacobs Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Danger, Survival Summary: One month. It’d been one month since the first signs of the plague showed up, since the first person became mad with fever and insane with bloodlust, since the disease had ravaged the world until there was nothing left. Spot had been lucky somehow, able to stay far from the infected, but as far as he could tell, he’d been the only one. … A zombie apocalypse AU.
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the-racer · 22 days
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modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.
modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.
modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.
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i-politely-disagree · 1 month
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Sprace-Haunted
Could be canon era or modern
lil short fic
(Inspired by Haunted by Laufey )
Spot always told himself it wouldn't happen again. It was always ‘the last time’ he went home to Race's. It was always ' the last kiss ' when he woke Race up in the haze of the early morning as he left.
Spot flicked the lamp off, looking fondly at Race who lay beside him.
As his eyes adjusted to the moonlight lacing the room, Spot watched as Race brought a hand to his cheek and smiled as he leaned into his touch.  
Eyebrows raised in question.
A nod in return. 
And a brush of soft lips against his own. 
Spot pulled Race back in, wanting moments like these to stretch out forever, savoring every mistake he was probably making. He loved the thrill he felt from a mix of Race and strange vulnerability, but something about the familiar smell of Race's room, the familiar feeling of his sheets and the relief of letting his walls down surrounded him with a feeling of comfort. Spot didn't want to sleep. He'd have to leave everything he wanted alone in a room as he went back to his life in the morning. He wanted the odd domestic feeling of whatever this was. Race's blue eyes seemed misty in the low light, clouded with some emotion Spot didn’t want to dwell on too long because he knew the impermanence of the situation they were in and, so it didn't hurt too much when that impermanence hit, he had to force ideas of Race wanting something serious out of his mind. 
Might as well make the best of the moment.
Winding his fingers through Race’s hair, Spot let his mind go quiet, taking in the sounds of New York traffic, the faint hum of a fridge from the other room, his lips as they separated from Race’s and small sighs while a blush made its way up Race’s cheeks. A heavy feeling of longing wrapped its way around Spot, but he wouldn’t give in. After all, this was the last time.
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daveys-sister · 1 year
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Spot: See? Unisex.
Race: Maybe you need sex. I had it a few days ago.
Spot: No, U-N-I sex.
Race: Well if you’re offering.
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amelka-anxiety · 10 months
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some more sprace
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yall are really eating this up and im happy to oblige to your needs
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zoeyslament · 10 months
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Sweet-Shot #1–Sprace (Canon Times)
Race rested his head on Spot’s thigh, staring up at the shorter boy with gleaming blue eyes. Spot glowered down at him, annoyed.
“I can’t sit down for five minutes without you throwing yourself into my lap, huh Racer?” Spot asked, annoyance fading from his voice as a cheeky smile formed on Race’s lips.
“Nope.” Race clarified, arms winding their way around Spot’s waist as he pressed his face into Spot’s stomach, the Brooklyn Newsie’s red striped shirt up flush against his boyfriend’s cheeks.
“Well, I just needed a quick break.” Spot complained. “Hotshot wanted my help sellin’ today, seein’ as he’s been sick so long ‘n can’t support himself.”
“Can’t he wait?” Race pleaded into Spot’s shirt. “Ain’t I important too, Spotty?” Spot’s proud demeanor seemed to flicker away at Race’s use of the pet name.
“You’s important too, Racer, but I gotta help Shot. Brookies stick together, an’ don’t forget, you’s Hattan.”
“I ain’t forgotten, I’s loyal.” He pushed his face closer to Spot, if even possible. “But I’s ya sweetheart!”
Spot rolled his eyes and sighed, running his hands through Race’s messy blonde hair. “How’s about I meetcha tonight, n’ we can cuddle?”
Race sat up, smiling. He opened his hand and spat into his palm. “Deal.”
Spot took Race’s hand after spitting in his own, then tugged Race forward for a quick kiss.
“I love ya, Racer. Don’tcha forget it.”
“I love ya too, Spotty.”
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