Newsies Oneshots

Sprace/Titles ugh✅

Titles and finding motivations is like my own personal bolder. Even though I have several requested prompts to write 💀👀
Angst angst angst (takes place when Jack betrays the rally)
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Race stared. He couldn't believe it. He actually couldn't believe it. He felt like the world was trembling beneath him. Even that, though, would be better than his reality staring at him.

Jack Kelly was betraying the strike.

His, essentially, brother. Being bought. By *pulitzer*. His head was spinning.

He darted up to where Spot was yelling at Jack, grasping Spots shoulders tightly. He reached towards Jack before jerking his arm away, as if they were two magnet ends refusing to get any closer.

He stumbled over his words, "h-how.. how could you-" he looked around, people were shouting. The world seemed to be ending, and not the one that they had hoped for.

Jack stared intensely at him. His chest could have caved in at this moment with the amount of pressure he was feeling on himself. He couldn't breathe. He turned, and ran. He ran until he was out of the theater, out of the crowd, out of the pressures. Tears threatened to fall in the corners of his eyes. Eventually he stopped running.

He fumbled hurriedly in his pockets and pulled out a match box, quickly striking one and lighting his cigar.

Suddenly footsteps approached him. He jerked his head up and was met with the face of Spot. Spot looked at him, not with his usual expression of toughness, but softly, apologetically.

Race crumpled. Tears streamed down his face and his knees buckled beneath him. Spot caught him and held him softly as he cried.

Once he had calmed down, Race looked into Spot's eyes. "I'm so sorry."

The King of Brooklyn frowned, "for what?"

Race just sighed and buried his face back into the crook of Spot's neck. He breathed in the familiar scent that Spot carried from Brooklyn. Spot rubbed circles on Race's back as they stood.

"I-" race paused, gathering his thoughts "I don't know if I can handle being in charge of all those kids. I'm not as good as Jack, and they don't look up to me as a role model like him."

Spot planted a kiss in the center of Racetracks forehead, "it's ok, it'll get sorted out. It always does. Plus you have Davey now as well."

Race snorted. "I don't think Davey would ever ditch the newsies but..." he smirked, "I think he has the hots for Jack, might take a bit for him to get over this."

Spot laughed, "aw, they're just like us"

Race mimed being shocked, "I'm far more sensible than them."

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Litttt

Wrote this in like half an hour so