DISCONTINUED Spot Conlon had never lived in a single home any longer than 5 months. Not until he moves in with Medda Larkins, and life suddendly becomes something more than just surviving. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ sprace. it's the sprace fosterhome au. spot conlon centric because he is my gay child and i love him. i am incredibly sorry about the title. i'm not Creative Person™. yes, the cover was made by snapchat. also the description makes this sound a lot more serious than it actually is. half of it was written while i was running on 2 hours of sleep and way too much caffeine.

Romeo sat patiently, holding onto Specs' hand tightly. He watched the doctor's every step, nervousness set on his heart. "Hey, Doc", Specs greeted, trying to offer a smile. He looked better than Hell. "What'd you find?" Romeo wasn't sure Specs could see it, noting he couldn't see anything without his glasses on-he talked about having a headache earlier, and took them off for that reason-but the doctor had a rather solemn look on her face, as if she just learned that someone was going to die. Romeo prayed. "Doc?" "You're results came back", she sighed, keeping it brief. Romeo wanted to yell at her, telling her how he knew the results came back, but he was on the edge of his seat in fear. "I have some news." "What's he got?" Romeo sniffled, trying to keep in his tears and not think of the worse. "Pneumonia?" Specs had had pneumonia before, when he was a kid. He told the story all the time, and Romeo knew it made him feel strong. He'd always say he could beat anything, but Romeo also knew it wasn't that simple. "A few respiratory infections, yes", the doctor agreed, glancing back at her chart. That was fine. Specs could take antibiotics for it and be good as new. "But there's something else. Your white blood cell count was low." Romeo glanced at Specs, worried out of his mind. He knew it. He saw every sign and didn't do shit about it; it's his fault. He should've forced Specs to get checked out. He should've done better. "Cancer?" That seemed to be the worse option. Yet, the doctor shook her head. "Worse, perhaps." What could be fucking worse than cancer? ------------------------ A Spromeo story set in the 1980s Themes of: -Drinking/Drugs -Hospitals -Swearing/Cussing -Mentions of sex and STDs -Homosexuality -Death Please read at your own discretion.

When Jack and David Jacobs-Kelly inherited a house that had once been a Newsboys Lodging House the didn't expect it to be haunted. Let alone haunted with the ghosts of a group of Nineteenth Century newsboys. But sometimes there are things that just don't work out the way we plan them.

gul•li•ble /adj./ •easily persuaded to believe or do something; credulous Modern Au T H I S I S S P R A C E

"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

A Drunken Spot sends a note confessing his love, to Race that causes some drama thanks to a certain Snipeshooter, fortunately this leads to a relationship which has its ups and downs and causes drama between fellow newsboys when Spot lets slip that it wasn't his idea to send the note...

Racetrack was kind of a newsie hybrid, he sold papes in Manhattan and in Brooklyn when he went to Sheepshead. While visiting his beloved racetrack he some how manages to form a unlikely bond with the Leader of Brooklyn, Spot Conlon. What happens when the "King" of New York and King of Brooklyn fall head over heels for one another? -- Why is my silly little story popular? I don't own Newsies Please please be nice about spelling and grammar mistakes!! I have dyslexia and I mainly write late at night!

"You're, like, two inches taller than me at best. I apologize for not thinking that-HEY!" Race says, but, midsentence, Spot had rolled his eyes and scooped Race off his feet, bridal style. "Put me down!" Race yells. Spot ignores him, laughing. "Do you doubt me now?" Spot asks. - Short Sprace Theatre AU Prompts: "I didn't mean 'break a leg' seriously oh my god" and "My character dies/gets carried out of this scene if you droP ME I SWEAR-" - From my AO3

Racetrack Higgins, a Manhattan Newsie. Spot Conlon's best friend and crush, not that they would admit that they have crushes on each other. No one knows about Racetrack's past, and not many people bothered to ask, until he started babying scars. He refused to tell them, but when Spot, then Race himself, gets kidnapped one day, how will they find and save Race and Spot? He'd be forced to tell them his past. (I do not own Newsies or any of the characters, other than maybe a few who I made)

Racetrack Higgins was a normal Manhattan Newsie- more or less. He was Gay, but so were all of his brothers. He was Jack's Second in Command and had a rough past. He was stubborn, has anxiety, and is a good bit chaotic. Spot Conlon was not a normal Newsie. He was the King of Brooklyn, the Borough feared by most. Except for Race. (And a few others.) Said Italian blonde boy was actually a half Brooklyn, half Manhattan Newsie, as he sold in Brooklyn. Sure, Spot scared him sometimes, but not a lot. They were very different. Spot had brown hair, Race had dirty blonde. Race had been to the Refuge, Spot hadn't. Spot had brown eyes, Race had bright blue eyes. Race was strong, but easily outnumbered, Spot was strong, but wasn't easily outnumbered. One think they both agreed was that they cared for their boys more than anything and would do anything to keep them safe. Oh, that and that the other was cute. Or hot, depending on if you were Spot or Race. ~~ Excerpt from the Story ~~ "Hey, Race." Ace starts, picking up his cards every time Race passes one to him. Race hums, passing a card to Sling, then himself, and then Ace. "Do you have a crush on Spot?" Ace asks, still staring at his cards. Sling hides his smile with his cards in front of his face, stifling a laugh. "No." Race answers, his face reddening slightly as he passes out another card to each boy. Ace looks up at him. "BS." He responds, smirking. Race scowls at him, pulling his hat off of his head and smacking Ace with it, all while his face turns bright red. Ace and Sling laugh. ~~ ~~ (I do not own Newsies.) Started: May 31st, 2021 Finished: August 27th, 2023