★ᴺᵉʷˢᶦᵉˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ ★

Spot Conlon✩

A/N : this gets a bit suggestive

-Spotty Boy-

"Spot!" You exclaimed, walking down the dock where all of the Brooklyn newsies hang out, you had a confident stride and a bit of pep in your step, but that was normal for the likes of you, the on and only Spot Conlons right hand gal.

"'Hatten newsies are makin' their way down the bridge." You said, looking up at Spot who was perched proudly on the stack of crates he calls his 'throne'

"Which ones?" He raised a brow and hopped down from his pile of crates to face you. "Jack Kelly, Boots and some new kid." You reported, not wavering under his gaze. You were the only newsie who could face Spot, you two have known eachother forever.

He nodded, clearly thinking. "Do ya know what's they wants?" You shook your head, "Want me to stop 'em and save 'em the walk?" You questioned, crossing your arms. He shook his head. "Nah. If Jack is comin' this far hisself to talk to me, I wanna hear what he's got's ta say." You nodded in response and went to go tell the other boys to let Jack and his friends get through. But Spot stopped you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him.

He whispered into your ear, "I don't want you talking to Jack." He sounded threatening and you just nodded, knowing better then to not listen to him. You went on your way to tell the boys.
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Jack eventually arrived and you were sitting next to Spot on his throne, your feet were up and your hat was over your face. He thought you were sleeping, when you weren't. You were acting asleep so you could listen.

"Well if it ain't Jack be nimble, Jack be quick." Spot greeted Jack, their conversation continued about some strike.

"How do I know you wont beat it at the first sight of trouble?" You started to speak, "Spot, give 'em a chance." You said, they all looked back up the crates at you, which you pulled up your hat and stood up, jumping down from the crates. Looking from Spot to Jack and his buddies.

Spot clearly wasn't happy that you were listening the whole time. "Dolly, what did I say." He scowled as you walked up to the 4 of them. "Spot, as your right hand, I should have a say." You spoke up for yourself.

"Whos this perty lady?" Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. You scowled at him and yanked your hand away.

Spot grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him. "Dont touch 'er." Spot furrowed his brows, you yanked your hand from him. And stood a little to the side of him.

"I wont join until you'se prove you'se wont book it first sight of the bulls." Spot dismissed them and turned on his heel and grabbed your arm and pulled you away with him. Taking you back up the crates.

"What did I tell you about talking to Jack?!" He snapped, yelling at you, "I dont gets whats so's bad about 'im! Sure hes a bit of a flirt but thats it!" You yelled back. He was fuming, "Thats exactly why! And why did you'se not listen to me?!"

"Because there isn't any reason I'se shouldn't be able to talk to anyone I wants!" You yelled back, clenching your fists and getting up in his face to be intimidating.

"Just 'cause you'se a goil doesn't mean I wont soak ya!"  Spot yelled back, putting his face even closer to yours and putting a fist under your jaw. You two stared at each other intensely before interlocking lips. Tongues dancing together, your arms found their way around his neck, and his found their way around your waist.

Your hand found their way into his hair, tangling themselves into his hair. Your eyes were closed shut and the passion grew each second.

He pulled away and leaned down to your ear, "Do you'se understand why I dont wants you'se talking to him?" He sighed, peppering kisses on your neck, one hand moving to grab your outer thigh and the other grabbing the back of your neck.

You simply nodded in response as you were completely shocked and your breath was taken away. Quite literally.

"Get a room you'se two!" One newsie yelled as he pulled himself out of the water and back onto the docks.

"Ya know, maybe we wills." Spot retorted, pulling his lips away from your neck and picking you up to take you to the Brooklyn lodging house. He has his own room there. He placed you down once they got there and yet he still refused to let go of you. He placed you down on the bed and you can guess what happened next. Damn he was clingy. You never realized it.
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Few days went past and the same thing happened. He just refused to let you go or even let you talk to any other boys. It was almost like he was keeping you hostage.

"Spot, ya've gotta let me go." You tried to pry his hands off of you but he wouldn't budge. "Now why would's I do that, Dolly?" He chuckled, kissing then biting you neck. At this point your neck was littered with hickeys, marks, and bruises.

"Give me a break." You groaned, the other boys looked at you with looks of pity. In which they all got glared at by Spot himself. He made a rule where no one could even glance at you besides him. He was getting a little possessive.

"Spot! Ya gotta ease up! Im not goin' anywhere!" You whined, still trying to pry his hands off of you. You looked at the boys around you who refused to look at you. They all knew they would get soaked if they did. Guess this is your life now. Not that you minded it. But you eventually will get Spot to soften up and let you go.

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