Spot Conlon x Reader | The Queen Of Queens

The Rally

We walk up to the theater and I can see how big it is. There's hundreds of newsboys who are holding up signs saying everything you could possibly imagine. The newsies come from every borough, even those who had once decided not to join and ended up doing so because me and Spot joined.

The boys all look at me, flabbergasted is a word that comes close to their expressions. I notice that some of the older boys, while being head over heels while looking at me, realize who I am and start spreading my identity to the other boys. A young boy, maybe 15, walks up to me and holds out his hand.

"He-hello, miss Undahand. Would you like tah- tah dance wit' me in da theater?" The boy asks me. I sigh and take his hand, then quickly twisting him around and holding him still so that both of our faces are towards the newsies.

"I ain't no princess, kid, I'm the fuckin' Queen of Queens," I say, then throw him to his friends. "Don't even tink of try dat again." The boy nods and runs to his friends. I spot Sweet Talk, the leader of the Richmond newsies, he sees me too and walks up to me. He spits in his hand as I do and we shake hands.

"'Sup, Unda, what's goin' on in Queens?" He asks. I pull my hand away and sigh.

"Not good. One of me boys' dead. You?" I ask, trying not to let my weakness show. He gains a sympathetic look and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Ise sorry 'bout dat. One of me boys got so huit last month dat he can't woik anymore, everythin' got broke, sos I get ya pain. And wit' da how I'm doin' question, I'm bettah now dat youse 'ere. I was worried dat I joined dis whole thing fah no reason," he says. I know that he isn't flirting with me because he admitted to me in confidence that he has feelings for men, which is illegal for some reason.

"Yeah, these boys ovah 'ere had convinced me, mainly Spotty boy, though," I say. Spot, hearing his name, walks over and slings an arm around my shoulder, which is shrug off.

"Princess, why you gotta push me offa ya? Ain't we friends?" He asks, and I can hear the jealousy in his voice, which helps me understand what's going through his head. I punch him in the gut which makes him grip it in pain. "Why's ya gotta do that?"

"Why's ya gotta act like wes a couple all the time? And we ain't friends, the last time I've talked to ya was a year ago. Sweet Talk, on the otha hand I talk to almost twice every month, and not just 'bout business," I say, making him look sad, which I slightly regret.

"Youse right, Ise just tryna' make you uncomfortable, and I failed. Well, nice tah see ya again, Sweets," he says, dropping the charade. He spits into his hand then holds it out for Sweet Talk to shake, which he does.

"Yeah, nice tah see ya too. Now, shoulds we all get inside? We came to the theata for a reason," Sweet Talk say, and we both nod. I turn towards all the boys and start screaming at them to get inside. In a matter of seconds, everyone is inside.

I walk inside and see that the place is filled to the brim with boys. 

"Y/n!" I hear a familiar name call for me, I turn to see who it is and see my sister, Sarah, sitting right next to Jack Kelly, who's smirking.

"Fuck," I say and walk over. No one else seems to have heard my name be called, except Jack. I stand next to her and she stands up and pulls me into a hug. She's about a year older than me, so she's pretty tall, not to mention gorgeous. 

"Y/n! Where have you been?! And why are you wearing mom's dress?" Sarah asks me a million questions at once. I put up a hand to stop her.

"One, I don't go by dat name anymore, it's Undahand. Two, I've been living as the leada of the Queens' newsies. Three, Ise gotta dress fancy for a strike. Any more questions?" I ask, trying to hide my worry with bitterness.