Race Higgins is excited to start a new life at college. Little does he know that is exactly what he'll get. Just not in the way he thinks... He meets Spot Conlon, a leather wearing motorcycle riding bad boy, and Albert DaSilvia, the rich playboy and life of the party. Who hate each other! However when both of these boys meet Race they fall for him. Which only makes their rivalry grow! Who will Race choose??? A love triangle with a twist!

What could possibly make Spot so shaken up he'll hand over Brooklyn? What could make Jack so shaken he'd give up Manhattan? Only one thing: Race and David have been taken. But where? How? Why? But why do they care so much about them? Well, first we need to go back to the beginning. We need to go on their journey with them. From their first meeting, to working side by side in the strike, to growing closer and falling in love, and all the things in between, dealing with the problems their kinds face in the unforgiving world. But the whole thing is bigger than all of them. This isn't a fight for just Newsies anymore--it's a fight for love, family, friends, rights for all, and the fight for the right to exist in a world like this and the right to tell those stories. But can they fight all these fights and finish them Once and for All? (I DON'T OWN NEWSIES. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE. ONLY THE STORY IS MINE.) Please, no slurs, hate, homophobia, etc. in the comment section.

When Racetrack Higgins and Spot Conlon see each other for the first time, it's love at first sight for Race. However, he's convinced that he could never win the heart of the King 'o Brooklyn. Well, Spot would like to test that theory. If I make a typo, first thing ya do is assume it's me trying to type out their accent. If you'se really think it's not an accent typo, then you'se can let me know.

Translation: I will love you forever. Summery: Antonio "Racetrack" Higgins returns to New York, after living in Italy for so long. He returns to find out that so much, but so little has changed about his best friend, Al. And he happens to meet Patrick "Spot" Conlon. And boy does some stuff happen I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, DISNEY DOES. I AM NOT TAKING CREDIT FOR THEIR CHARACTERS

Elmer couldn't process what was happening. The crazed look in Albert's eyes, the blood splatter beneath Irving's head-bright red. Oxidized. Like he learned in biology class. Albert killed him. He murdered his ex-boyfriend, beat him to death with his bare hands and nothing but, breathing heavily over his placid body, eyes wide open in shock before he even took his last breath. Elmer didn't believe what he was seeing, but he could feel. He felt scared, breathless, proud, protected-invincible. He was invincible. No one could touch Elmer Kasprzak when Albert DaSilva was alive. "And that's what you felt?" Elmer gasped as he looked at the writer's face, eyes wide and tears falling down his cheeks. "Yes. Yes, I did." It felt so good. ------------------------- The best criminals often seem unexpected, lying low until they are forced into the spotlight like freaks of nature, berated and kicked with the long lived rules of being normal. Elmer never had the chance to be normal. What's the harm in admitting that? Through a series of interviews, Elmer Kaspbrak, assailant to The Manhattan Murders, reveals every secret and lie he'd admitted to writer and reporter, Davey Jacobs with the help of his friend, Jack Kelly. Can they get the full scoop? Or is this another irrelevant piece of media that deserves to die?

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

When everyone was born, they were given a soulmate based on personality types and such. Each person bore a bond to their soulmate through drawings. Basically, if you ever drew on your body, it would show up on your soulmate's body in the same place, identical except for the color, which would always be your eye color. TW!//this story may contain sensitive topics such as: EDs, self harm, gore. (COVER ART IS NOT MINE!)

I'm trying my best and I'm terrible at updating but I'm getting better!! Anyway, Sprace one shots no one asked for HERE WE GO!!!!! Also mentions of suicide,abuse exetra may be mentioned You've been warned (([Cover by @wetcoffeejpg on tumblr]))

Racetrack Higgens has a soulmate. They had deep, beautiful brown eyes. They didn't have a good living situation, if the dark brown spots that covered his back and slashes over his ribs were anything to go by. They were ambidextrous, and they had been cutting neat lines into their arms since Race was 14. Spot Conlon had a soulmate. They had bright blue eyes and were perfect, Spot was convinced of that. They wouldn't want him, he was convinced of that to. Also posted on Archive Of Our Own (My_Coffee_Is_Hot_Chocolate) and Tumblr (just-gimme-half-a-cup, yell at me or request prompts there). Cover by me!!

Javey, Sprace, Spromeo, Belmer, Blush, Redfinch, etc! ~requests are open~