achilles heel noun a weakness in spite of physical strength, which can lead to downfall spot conlon has walls built around him. huge walls made of steel bricks. your toughest picaxe would barely make a dent. most people choose to stay away, and he's perfectly content with that. however, his peace is interrupted when he has to sit next to the one and only racetrack higgins. race is determined to break down that wall, even if he has to fight tooth and nail to do so. *i do not own the rights to newsies or any of its characters

I have recently been brought down to the newsies fandom. The newsies fandom is like a cult. Might I say, a cult I enjoy being in.

From the darkness, I seek you. From the light I hide. Whenever you lie, you'll die. -your secret admirer Race may not have gotten some fancy degree, but he did know a creepy note when he saw it. It's a good thing his big older brother was a cop. Right? PG-13 I WILL NOT PROVIDE WARNINGS BEFOREHAND. But I write clean stories lol. TW warning -drug use -implied self harm -horrific scenes -graphic gore...? You've been warned This isn't really about ships, this is a platonic fanfic and the goal is to uphold a plotline.

Finch Cortes lived in a world of varying shades of gray. Albert DaSliva had a stranger's name tattooed on his ankle. Both boys had a singular sentence written on their wrists. And it took five years for them to find each other.

It's not mature, just a little unhinged, and Wattpad isn't ready for it I always wanted to make one of these, so I did. This has bad language, musical/pop culture references, bad jokes, chaos, and maybe a few vacations. Oh, there's also the Delanceys. If you're not one to read any of this stuff, but you wanna try, proceed carefully. I beg of you.

"Did you just make Spot Conlon smile?" "Yeah. I think I might've." - Soon after the strike, things are getting back to normal. Kind of. Well, not really. It seems like everyone's keeping a secret, and sometimes it seems like nobody's safe. The Newsies can't turn on each other now, can they? //COMPLETED// Highest rankings: #1 on Sprace #1 on Javie and Javid #1 on newsies of New York #1 on Racetrack Higgins #4 on musicals

This Sprace book will be taking place a little bit after the strike. Feel free to comment, vote, and leave suggestions. Enjoy. P. S. This is my original story line with a few original characters but Race and Spot are still the main focus.

The year is 1959, and Davey Jacobs has been swooned by none other than Jack Kelly. But it's not so easy. Trying to keep a secret and running away from bullies is harder than it was at his old school, and that's saying something. But maybe Jack can make it alright. Maybe he can make it worth it. Maybe he can be his thing. -------------------------- Racism, language, and bullying are serious themes in this story, as well as kidnapping. Please read at your own discretion.

Headphones Kid, Weirdo, Loser, Albert DaSilva. He'd answer to any of those. Mostly. It's not like people would care what he has to say anyway. Most laugh at him when they think he isn't listening, and sometimes he isn't. Except to one person. The one person who can make their voice sound like a song. (This story is meant to be short.)

A oneshot compilation for the broadway version of Newsies that began with someone else's typo (here's lookin at you, @omg_im_totes_biii): There are lots of different X readers within; enter at your own risk. There is cringe galore. If you enjoy these stories, go check out @DaydreamShimmer and her works. She's my brother and she writes amazing stories!