What youse say is what ise say (spot conlon X reader)

Leaving

⚠️⚠️warning!! Mentions of attempted suicide. Warning!! ⚠️⚠️

Fox's POV
Spot smiled down at Peaches and Trucky. Peaches and Trucky ran off and I looked up at Spot. We both just looked at each other and smirked. I pulled him into a much needed kiss.

Spot broke the kiss, "let's take this inside," he whispered sending chills down my spine.

———

I zipped up my pants and buttoned up my shirt and headed up to the roof. Spot was passed out on the bed. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.

When I got to the roof top I laid down and looked up at the stars.

I missed how things used to be. I want to go back to how things used to be. Before everything happened. I want to be back with Mush, Jack, Race, and Crutchie. I want to joke around With them while playing poker. I miss just being able to relax.

I started crying and I don't even know why. I just let my tears fall. I felt empty. I didn't want to be here. There's no point anymore. I have no purpose.

That's when I stopped crying. I got up and slowly walked over to the edge. I looked down. It was pitch black outside and no one was around. I looked down and......and I tried to jump.

———

I woke up in Spot's arms. He was crying into my hair. It quickly came back to me about what I had tried to do. I turned around and hugged him as tight as I could.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked quietly

"Cause I didn't know. It just happened." I sighed as my tears just started pouring out.

"I love you y/n. I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't been here." He cried harder

I didn't respond. It didn't need a response. And he knew that my silence was a good thing. He knew I loved him back he didn't need to hear it.

That's how we spent the rest of the night. In each other's arms, with tear stained faces.

———

Spot's POV

I hadn't realized things were still bad. I didn't expect them to be over like that but I didn't think it was still that bad. I feel so stupid for not realizing.

I looked down at the small girl in my arms and smiled. She's still here. It had felt like all night I had convincing myself that she was alive. I knew she was alive but that's all I could think about. What if she wasn't. Would I still be here. If I was what would I have done. Would I have gone insane? Hopefully we'll never know.

She woke up and kissed me, "I love you."

"I love you too."

We left the roof and everything that had happened behind us. We'll save that conversation for another day. Today we need to focus on everything else that's going on.

"What's that?" Y/n asked as I realized David, Race, Jack, and Rose were surrounding a note

"Here." Race said quietly handing her the note

' we know where you are. We've been watching. We are coming for you. If your smart you'll comply. If not, then bye bye to you all. From requests of Pulitzers office the strike must be called off. And all of the following must call of the strike;
                       Jack Kelly
                     Spot Conlon
      Skiddy
                             Fox
-sincerely,
You know who

"Ise ain't callin off the strike." Jack said defensively

"No ones callin off the strike. And how real could this be? Surely if they've been watching they would have heard Fox's real name and that Skiddy is dead." I pointed out

"Yeah Youse have a point there." Jack agreed

Y/n's POV

I was silent. I'm taking my Newsies out of the strike. I can't risk them all like that. And I'm taking Skiddy's newsies too.

"Y/n you ok?" Jack asked looking up from the note

"I'm sorry but Bronx and Harlem are out of the strike." I sighed looking into Spot's eyes

"What?" He asked surprised

"I can't drag them through this. I'm sorry but we're out. When put into perspective I can't put all these kids into this situation. Out of the four we have the smallest of the kids who can't even take care of themselves. We're running out of money. I'm sorry but we have to leave." I said looking away from Spot before walking out

"If your from Bronx or Harlem listen up! I'm gonna say something and Youse is gonna listen. To those of you who need more of an explanation you'll get one later......we're leaving the strike. We leave in the morning so be ready. All of you." I called out from on top of a pile of crates

"Youse ain't in charge of us!" Someone yelled

"I am now. Be ready." I said before walking inside

All the Harlem newsies listened. I mean Skiddy would have beat the shit out of that kid for talking against him. I went upstairs and was meet with Spot.

"Are you sure?" He asked

"Positive," I sighed, "like I told you in the beginning, we might not live life to its fullest but, we'll survive."

"Ok." He said disappointedly as he pulled me into a long comforting hug

———

I woke up as the sun was rising. I got dressed and walked outside. To my surprise everyone was ready waiting outside.

"Wes ready when you are." Jes smiled

I knew not all of them were on board like that. Jes had definitely talked to them all. Thank god for all he's done for me.

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