Newsies Imagines(1992)

So What?- Spot Conlon

Pairings: Spot Conlon x Gender Neutral reader

Characters: Reader, Kid Blink, Jack Kelly, David Jacobs, Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs, Spot Conlon, Racetrack, Mush

Warnings: kissing (not a lot)

"I like him, so what?" You questioned Kid Blink.

He held his hands up in a defensive manner, "nothing, nothing. You two would be good together, that's all," he said with a smirk twitching at his lips.

You glared at him and he took off running which led to you chasing after him. "Blink, get back here!"

-

Jack, David, Les, Sarah, and Katherine were sitting at a table together.

David leaned towards Jack, "Is he gonna be okay?"

Jack nodded, "he'll be fine. Besides he was askin for it."

David slowly nodded, leaning back into his seat.

Medda walked towards the table, "where's (Y/N)?"

"Chasin Blink."

"Find her, I need her help."

"You got it Miss Medda."

Medda rolled her eyes, smiling as she walked away.

-

Kid Blink ran past the table, you were right behind him but you bumped into someone. Looking down you saw Spot, "sorry Spot. 'Scuse me."

He placed his hands on your hips, stopping you, "where do you think you're going?"

"I'm-" you stopped, looking up to see Kid Blink raising his brows in a suggestive way. You purse your lips, getting past Spot, ready to chase after Blink. He was out of your sight by the time Spot wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. "Let go, Spot," you whined, pushing on his arms.

"Not until you tell me why."

"Spot."

"No."

You frowned and stopped squirming, "fine. You can let go now."

He guided you towards a table away from the others but close to the stage. The two of you sat down. Spot's arm around the back of your chair, "subtly" pulling you closer.

You sighed before picking up the chair, moving it closer, practically laying on him. You glared at Kid Blink who was taking his time walking in front of the table.

He bent his head down, "don't you even think about it."

Your shoulders sagged, "I wasn't," you mumbled, fidgeting with your fingers.

"Don't lie to me (Y/N)."

You pushed yourself off him, turning to look at him, "I'm not. So, stop bringing it up." You set your head on your hand, staring at the stage.

Spot sat up, one arm bent on the table, the other on your chair, "I'll stop bringing it up when you stop reactin."

You glanced over your shoulder, "well then you're gonna be waiting a while."

"I'll wait as long as it takes," he leaned against his chair, arm now draped across the back of your chair.

You shook your head, you tried to suppress a smile. You gasped, pushing your chair back, scaring Spot although he'd never admit it.

His arm fell off the chair.

You stood up when Spot's hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling back into your seat.