Newsies Imagines

Spot x Fem!Reader

•Requested by NSTOBI1992
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•Rooftop Conversations
•Spot Conlon (1992 version)
•1899
A/N: Unedited. Spot also may be a bit OOC, so apologies.

Reader POV
       "Spot?" I called to my boyfriend as I made my way up the stairs to the roof of the Brooklyn Lodging House. We'd just come back from the rally at Medda's and Spot seemed a bit distressed. I hadn't been able to check on him before, because I had been tending to a few cuts and bruises I'd received during the attack. I now joined my boyfriend, dangling my legs over the side of the building. "What's up, babe?" I asked. He frowned.
       "Nothin'," he evaded.
       "Spot, don't lie to me. Something's up. What's wrong?" I inquired again.
       "I....I'se jus' sca'd," he confessed.
       "You? Scared? What could scare the King of Brooklyn?"
       "You wanna know what sca's me?" he asked, his ocean blue eyes boring into my (e/c) ones, "What sca's me is the thought of you bein' hoit an' me bein' helpless ta do anythin' 'bout it. What sca's me is the notion dat one day I'll wake up an' find you gone, whether its of wit' anodder guy oa' dead. When I saw you get hoit tonight, an' I wasn't able ta help you'se, I got sca'd that I wasn't strong enough ta protect you, oa' good enough to love you..." a tear trickled down his face, "an' I wouldn't blame you'se foa' leavin' me. I know dat guys like me don' eva' end up wit' goils like you. You'se too good ta be true." I brushed the tears off his face and kissed his cheek.
       "Oh, Spot, I'll never leave you. You are a perfect boyfriend. Any girl would be lucky to have you. I'm lucky to have you," I said softly. I entwined our pinkies.
       "(L/N), you'se too good ta me," he stood. I joined him, and we walked downstairs, hand in hand.

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