Newsies Imagines

Spot x reader

•Tomorrow There'll Be More of Us.....
•Yep. Y'all might hate me, but I hate me, too, so its okay.
•Spot (feat. Hotshot)
•Broadway
•1899
•Italics is (Y/N)

Spot's POV
I may not live to see our glory...
"Spot! De're's a letta foa you'se from 'Hattan!" Hotshot rushed into the room, out of breath.
But I will gladly join the fight...
"It's from (Y/N) (L/N). I'se'll read it lata'," I smiled.
"No, it's not," He grimly stated.
And when our children tell our story...
"Will you'se read it?" I asked, my smile fading.
They'll tell the story of tonight...
" 'On Tuesday da 27th, newsie (Y/N) (L/N) was killed in a fist fight against da Delancy Brudda's in Queens. Da boys had not yet received woid from Pulitzer dat da strike was ova. She is buried he-ah, till her friends can send foa her remains. As you'se may know, (L/N) was engaged in recruiting 300 goils foa da foist all female newsie union. Da remaining memba's of dis union have been retoined to de're fact'ries'"
Tomorrow there'll be more of us...
"Spot, is you'se alright?" Hotshot looked concerned.
"I'se got so much woik ta do," I said, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I stood and left.