Newsies Oneshots

Sprace/coming out ig ✅

I want to be gay and do crimes but my anxiety says no. Also I've read most of the good (for my reading habits) newsies fics on here and I'm bored (I've watched newsies twice this week and it's only Tuesday)

Take some soft Sprace
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Spot leaned down and placed a kiss softly on Races forehead, sweeping away his loose blonde curls to look into his eyes.

  "I'd like to tell people about us," Race mumbled "Starting with Jack.."

Spot smiled, "sure, sweetheart. Whateva you want" (Icky)

Race's smile could brighten a room, it was one of the many things Spot loved about Race, but wouldn't admit. He could stare at that smile for hours, days even, without getting tired of it.

As they walked together towards Newsies square Race bubbled with energy. His usual fluttering expressions were amplified as he spoke excitedly to Spot.

"I can't wait! It'll be great! And we won't have to hide it or nothin!" He waved his hands wildly.

Spot smiled, he wasn't much for showing emotions but nobody could say that he didn't love Racetrack Higgins. As they walked, getting ready to tell the others about their relationship, Spot could feel himself grow more and more head over heels for this golden retriever of a boy.

And suddenly they were at Newsie Square and Race was walking around asking for Jack.

"Hey Finch!" Race shouted to a newsie sitting by a wagon looking cart. "FINCH! I know you can hear me you little bitch boy."

Spot snorted, and the boy, Finch, looked up angrily. "Who's you callin a bitch boy? What do you want, Racer?"

Race smirked, "you know where Jack is?"

"He's in the same place as always? By Davey. Near the gates." Finch rolled his eyes and huffed, turning to a red headed newsie "I swear Race has lost his mind."

The red haired one just glanced at Spot uneasily and shrugged.

Race payed no mind and dragged Spot off to where Jack Kelly was, as mentioned, by David. But as they got up to Jack, Race's energy quickly faded from happy and bubbly to anxious. He stood in front of Jack, his smile wavering.

Jack looked at Race, "Oh hey Racer! What's up-" he noticed spot and trailed off a bit. "Everything good?" Spot glared at him, if he hurt race in any way-

"I uhm-" Race stuttered "Can I- we-"

Jack grew defensive, presumably at seeing Racetrack stumble on his words. "Did he hurt you?!" An urgency sounded in his voice.

Spot sucked in a sharp breath, "hurt him? I'd never hurt him! God I-"

Race squeezed Spots hand and he quickly calmed down. Arguing with Jack would be useless and petty, plus he didn't want to make Race any more upset than he already was. He looked at the ground and sighed as Race retried his statement.

"Jack can we talk to you, alone?" He started to shake a little and Spot looked at him, eyes full of worry.

Jack followed them into an alleyway away from the other Newsies, worry plastered across his face. "What's up?"

There was a long silence and Spot looked up at Race, realizing he was shaking. Spot rubbed Race's arm soothingly, "hey, it's ok." He whispered softly.

Race sniffed, and looked at Spot shakily. Spot hated seeing Race so upset, he really wanted to fix it. "Here, breathe with me Tony." He took in a deep breath, and race followed. He exhaled slowly, as did Race. He repeated that a few time before Race returned to Jack.

Jack looked throughly confused, scratching the back of his head with his hand. "You good, Race?"

Raced smiled, "I've been meaning to tell you somethin, Jack." He took a deep breath "me and Spot- we's an item... or datin or whatever." He squeezed Spots hand.

Spot looked at Jack intently as he stood there, a little stunned. "Oh..ok... that makes sense. Thanks for telling me Race! That was very brave of you." He placed a hand on the blonde boys shoulder. Race stared at him confused.

"Huh? Brave? What are you talking about."

Jack shrugged, "well I mean... liking men is kinda illegal, Race."

"And? Why would I care."

Jack furrowed his brows in confusion "then why were you-" "I just thought you'd be against me and Spot, not me and boy." "I ain't against it, either of em." Race smiled and hugged Jack.

After arriving back at Newsies square Racer cupped his hands and yelled "HEY EVERYONE!" They all turned to face him and spot "CHECK THIS OUT!" He grabbed Spot by the collar and kissed him.

After a short, too short in Spots opinion, moment Race pulled away and faced the crowd. The Newsied were all cheering or clapping for them and a few shouted things like "you go Race", "YOURE DATING THE KING OF BROOKLYNN!" , or "race how dare you not tell us!" The last one being from Albert.

-time skip-

Spot unbuttoned his vest slowly and tiredly threw it aside, he stared at Race from the rickety bed. "Come here, love." He said softly.

Race smiled and walked over to him, crawling into his lap and crossing his legs around spots waist. He gave Spot a few sweet kisses on the lips before burring his head into Spot's shoulder. His hands wrapped around his chest.

Spot smiled and twirled his finger through Race's hair, thinking about how lucky he was to have Race. Then Race started planting kisses on Spot's neck, making him squirm a little. "Racer!" He laughed.

<the next morning>

Spot awoke to the other side of his bed being empty, he frowned and looked around the room. He found Race at an old beat up desk in the corner of his room. He looked like he was drifting out of sleep though, as his eyes were fluttering closed and his head was in his arms. Spot got up quietly and tried to silently walk over to him. Race bolted up, "Wh-what!" He muttered groggily.

"Shhh! It's just me," Spot whispered, putting his hands out in front of him. Race calmed down, and lifted up a paper he was studying.

Spot swayed a little, "what are you doing up this early?" He asked.

Race sighed, "well because sellin has been tough, me and Jack are trying to budget so that we can help the other boys," his look softened, "specially the littles." He met Spots eyes and stared at him for a moment.

Spot leaned over the desk, placing a hand on Race's back, "I didn't know you were so good at math." He said.

Racer shrugged, "how'd you think I got so good at gambling?"

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It's past midnight and I ain't rereading this so have fun ig