them brooklyn boys⚡️sprace

You better respect the fuck out of Spot Conlon

Obviously I'm not a prodigy writer. Obviously this isn't accurate. Just..try and enjoy it even though it sucks. Maybe?

Late August. That's when the first few trickled in. It was nothin at first. Well, at least the newsies thought it was nothin. Then September arrived, along with about 200 kids across all of New York.
"Troubled Family issues"
"An immigrant"
"A day job to support what's left of my relatives"
"Orphan"
"I just wanna meet the famous Jack Kelly"
Jack, being the leader he was, reminded everyone every day that they were just "rebellious teenagers looking to make an independent impression on their rich parents." and that "they'd leave within a week.".
Well, as Racetrack Higgins found out, their lodging house only held so many kids. After a month or two, there were some rules put down for weather you could be newsie or not. Usually they accepted all, Jacks motto was even "we accept everyone. No matter gender or race". Girls were...less realistic though. Back to the point, having so many newsies was getting out of hand. There were kids sleeping on the floor, which was much better than their previous arrangements, but still. It was an early October morning, 6:30 am.
Jack had gathered everyone up and into one room.
"We're laying down rules. You been fightin' with your family's because theys didn't let you go out past 10? Thats your problems."
There was a minute of silence.
"That's not fair!"
Someone shouted.
"You can be a Newsie if you need to be. We don't want peoples coming in here just to rebel against theys parents."
17 of the wealthier so-called "newsies" exited the room. This business commenced till it was the original bunch of Manhattan newsies, plus a few extra.
"Go see Spot Conlon! He'll be happy to have ya.."
Crutchie shouted as the last few left.
"That..took care of things."
Katherine walked up to Jack, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Ugh, gag me."
Les choked, walking away. He was ten now, learning a few new phrases. Davey exhaled. His brother was a lot to handle if he was being honest, he'd thought it would get easier as he grew. Boy was he wrong.
"Alright everyone. Get outta here. Headlines don't sell papes."
"Newsies sell papes."
Said a chorus of drowsy voices in response.
"Race"
He responded with an 'mm' for he was twirling that damned cigar in his mouth. Unlit, as per usual.
"I needs ya to deliver a message to Spot Conlon."
This sparked his attention.
"Couple ah 'is goons was tormenting Davey all the ways back here last nights. 'Ell 'im to get his people to stay off ours turf."
Race nodded and threw the cards he was playing with onto his bed.
"Be back by 9:30. Get some extra papes for me."
"No way am I paying for your papers."
"Fine. Let em know where I am though."
"Will do. Now move your ass."
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Crossing the Brooklyn bridge in the morning and saying it was beautiful was an understatement. Race couldn't find the word to describe it. Magnificent? That would do. There were two Brooklyn newsies to meet him at the other side of the bridge.
"Ise here's to see Spot Conlon."
"Are you? We'll just have the message along won't we?"
One of the boys was taller than him, which was intimidating. Race spit the cigar out of his mouth and puffed up his chest so he could come eye to eye with the boy. A fight was about to break out, obviously.
"Let him through."
The taller boy turned around to find the one and only Spot Conlon. Who was undoubtedly shorter then the other newsie, but it made him no less...scary.
"He's from 'hattan though."
"Yah? What of it?? We's friends."
The two newsies reluctantly slid to the side and let him pass. Race gave them a sly smile and wink, popping the cigar back into his mouth.
"We's friends?"
"Just said that to get em' to lay off. Now whadda ya want Higgins? You obviously ain't here just to talk to me."
The two sat down on a dock, legs draped over the sides.
"Uh, Jack sent me over 'err to tell you to control your goons. A couple of em chased Davey—"
"New kid Davey?"
"Yes—semi-new kid Davey. He's like 3 months now so-"
Spot laughed.
"Anyways, they chased Davey all da way backs to da lodging house."
"I'll talk to em. Now that we's kinda allies or-you know."
Race stood up, adjusting his cap.
"Is the one and only Spot Conlon..not yelling at me?"
"Yeah, don't get used to it. See you later Racer."
"Ey! Only my friends call me thats. And according to youse, we ain't friends."
Race twirled the cigar in between his fingers before shoving it back into his mouth.
"I said see you later Racer-"
"Okay. Bye bye Spotty!"
He lifted his leg and twirled around, skipping off. Spot felt weird inside. Something had bubbled up, then sunk back down into the pits of his stomach. Race was intolerable.

Maybe.

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For the half of me who wanted to write a musical fic. Chose my favorite ship currently :))
But yeah for the newsies fans & stuff 😗
These are gonna be shorter so it can be consistent!