Nickels (Spot Conlon x reader) {Completed}

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Oh my gods! I am SO frickin' sorry!!!!! School has been a nightmare, and it's only the first week... Expect me to post WAY less often, but please accept my deepest apologies for it!!!!

Spot pov

"Sister?" I choked, "Yous have a sister? And Y/n is dat sister?" I dragged a hand down my face, "Whats the hell?! Y/n, yous never told me dis!" 

"I'se still reelin' from dat Nickels is a goil." Jack's mouth was open and he looked very confused. 

"I'se didn' tell yous 'cause yous didn' need ta know." Y/n snarled. 

"What else are yous keepin' from me?" I asked, a little hurt. 

Y/n glanced over at Emerson really quickly, then back down at the floor. "Stuff dat doesn't concern yous." 

"I'se think it does concern me!" My voice was getting louder, but I didn't seem to care. 

"Why?!" Y/n stood up, matching my tone, "Why does it concern yous? Youse haven't done anything fo' me!" 

"I've done plenty fo' yous and yous know it!" We're only inches apart now, both our chests heaving. 

"Emerson." Y/n said, not breaking eye contact with me, "Will yous help Jackie boy wid da strike?" 

"Yes." Emerson said immediately. 

"Good." Y/n said, "Now, all of yous... Get. Out. Now. Befo' (before) I'se soak ya." 

I huffed, but stalked out of the room. Jack and Davey quickly followed. 

"What was dat alls about?" Jack asked the second we were out the door, "'Ows exactly did yous an' Nickels meet?" 

"It's a long story." I take off my cap, run a hand through my hair, and put it back on. 

Davey glanced back at the door, which was now closed, and said in a low tone, "Did you hear Emerson?" 

"Whats do yous mean?" I asked, still a little ruffled from the meeting. 

"He didn't talk like other newsies do. Like you do. He sounded like he came from a more... proper household. Had an education. No offense." He added quickly. I brushed it off, "I was just wondering who their parents were." 

"All I'se 'eard is dat dere mudda died some'ow." I said. "But I'se don't know who dere fader (father) is." 

Davey chewed on his bottom lip. "I feel like it's important for some reason." 

"I'se wouldn't stress 'bout it too much." Jack clapped Davey on the shoulder, "Now," He turned to me, "Whys didn't yous tell us dat dere was a super 'ot (hot) goil newsies?" 

"I promised not to tell!" I defended myself. 

"What else are yous keepin' from us?" Jack asked, using my own words against me. 

My fists curled into fists, but I took a deep breath. Don't exactly want to get into a fight in the Bronx. The newsies were known for being harsh here. I nodded Jack and Davey out the door of the Bronx lodging house, and found a alley where we could talk. 

"Y/n an' I'se met just befo' she became a newsie." I started, sitting down on a crate and Jack and Davey following, "She an' Emerson were new to da streets, an' she was doin' 'er best to keep 'erself an' Emerson alive. Still all dolled up, too. In a long dress an' 'er fancy shoes. Problem was, dat caught a lotta guys attention. Got 'erself backed into a corner one night. Bastard guys 'ittin' (hitting) on 'er. Poor little Emerson came an' tried to defend 'er, but 'e's was only five or six at da time. One guy pulled out a knife and da next ting yous know, little Emmie is on da ground, bleeding out." I stop, realizing I just disclosed Emerson and Y/n's greatest secret. I huff, and move on, "If it weren't fo' 'er screams, I would 'ave never came. Got dere just in time too. Fought off dose guys, brought dem back to da lodging 'ouse, patched Emmie up, and help Y/n into da roll of a newsie. Pulled some strings an' got Emmie to da top of da Bronx, too. Ting was, I'se dought (thought) dat dese were runnin' away togeder 'cause dere families didn't want dem to be's togeder. Didn't know dey were brodder and sister." 

"But he's so much younger than her!" Davey protested. 

I barked out a laugh, "Didn't look dat way back den. Y/n was much mo' (more) small an' fragile back den. Emmie 'ad been fed well, an' looked decent fo' 'is age. But, I'se guess wit Y/n runnin' around de streets now an' Emmie in bed, da roles are reversed." 

"Dat's a mighty long story dere." Jack said, "Impressive." 

"And you called Emerson, Emmie. Right?" Davey smiled. 

I cursed, "Yous don't tell anyones dat! Got it?" I reached for my pimp cane, then remembered that Y/n had it. I cursed again. 

Davey noticed and raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything thankfully. 

"Wells," Jack stood up, "We's betta be gettin' back ta 'Hattan. Good talkin' ta ya Spot." We spit shook and I then tipped my hat at Davey. 

"Bye dere Jackie boy!" I called as he and Davey started walking back. 

I started walking back to Brooklyn before I remembered something. I smirked and looked back at the Bronx lodging house. 

Y/n still owes me a kiss. 

Woo! Finally done! Again, I am so sorry about this being late. Hopefully, I'll be able to post the next chapter sooner, but.... don't get your hopes up! (Also I didn't proof-read this, so sorry if there are any mistakes.) Bye y'all!