"Why are you awake Spottie?"

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by Garlic_Bread24601

by Garlic_Bread24601

Au: None
Ship: Sprace
TW: Yelling

The cool late October wind batted at the closed window of Spot Conlon's personal room. In the bed beside that window was Spot's gambling addicted beau, Racetrack. The room was small to say the least, fitting a twin bed, a lousy excuse for a writing desk, and space for the door to open.

Through his many years of living in the Newsies lodging house, Race had developed a few habits, the one relevant here being becoming a very light sleeper because of... everyone actually, but mainly Mike and Ike. So when his lover uttered an obscenity a bit louder than intended, he opened his eyes to see the short boy nearly tearing his own hair out while sitting at his writing desk.

"Hey Spottie," he said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing Racer, it's fine, go back to sleep." It was more of a demand than anything else.

"If it were fine, then you're wouldn't have to be awake in the middle of the night." He was visibly and audibly annoyed that his better half was brushing him off.

"It's fine, I'se just busy." Spot practically spat the words out.

"I'm not one of your cronies Spot! You'se can't just wave me away and ignore me!" Neither of the two were cool headed at this point.

"I'se is still the King of Brooklyn, meaning what I say, goes!"

"Oh forgive me your highness, but I'se is still a Manhattan newsie, you know, not under your authority Spot, so why don't you just tell me-"

"I SAID IT'S FINE!" Race was taken aback, to say the least, but he was more concerned than hurt, or anything else.

"Spottie..."

"No, I'se shouldn't have yelled. It's just...I'm just trying to work out Brooklyn's finances for the winter this year." He was tired, almost too tired to be frustrated anymore.

"Let me help, I'se good with numbers, let me help." It took them nearly two hours, but the two of them were eventually able to go back to sleep together. With Race's head buried into his chest and their arms around eachother, Spot whispered something no one, including his sleeping partner heard.

"Thank you."

How was that, was it good? I spent a lot more time on this one, so I'm hoping that it's better. Feel free to give feedback in the comments. This might be the last we see of this prompt because I feel like if I were to do it with Newbians or another ship that it would just be too similar to the four that I've already done. Anyway, thanks for reading!

Yours in hyperfixation,
-Your Author