#spotchie

oh boy oh boy here’s a list,,,

javid

newsbians

spotchie

ralbert

belmer

ikeshot

marcy (morris x darcy)

one- sided darmeo

one-sided lovebirds (for now anyway)

First and foremost, one of my longest ships: Spotchie.

Okay, sure, not exactly a very liked ship, but consider: Spot, big, tough Spot, with his boyfriend (who is only an inch or so taller than he), a very kind and loving person that is all smiles, but also very strong. Crutchie is a determined person and doesn't want to rely on anyone and I, personally, think Spot would understand that and would respect it (though he does get worried for his boyfriend from time to time).

Then there's Spot, a person who isn't that smiley, but damnit if he won't do anything to make his boyfriend smile. Crutchie understands that Spot doesn't like being touched even though Crutchie is a very cuddly, snuggly person, he respects his boyfriend's wishes an only does what he knows Spot's comfortable with (ex.: Holding pinkies, soft kisses, kisses on the cheek).

No one knows how or when they got together, but everyone is happy for them.

Spalbert (I apologise for how long this one is. I'm very passionate about this ship as you will see)

I know it's getting bigger, but please enjoy this as I paint it out for you: Spot and Albert are both boys who I feel grew up in very toxic masculine and very, very Catholic homes. Albert with his dad and two brothers and Spot with his uncle (even after he was adopted by Medda I feel like he wouldn't change much). Albert's a hockey, baseball, and basketball player and Spot is a football and baseball player. They already knew one another thanks to their very large friend group, so them having baseball together made them closer.

Both still weren't really into terms with their sexualities (Albert being a Homoromantic Asexual and Spot being gay), so they tried to ignore any feelings they got around each other as something that wasn't important.

Everyone kind of knew since they would get closer to one another and the small smiles they would get if they heard the other be mentioned or how if someone was talking terribly about the other they were more than willing to fight whoever it was that started the shit.

Spot didn't technically come to terms with his sexuality until he got drunk and came out to his brother, Jack, in tears.

Albert didn't come to terms with his until JoJo came out as Asexual and Albert asked him about it. JoJo started explaining it and mentioned the term 'Homoromantic' which stuck out to Albert so when he got home he looked it up.

Once they both came to terms they liked one another, they were pining much more than before. They didn't come out to one another until Albert invited Spot over so they could smoke a blunt together and just enjoy each other's company.

They may or may not have kissed.

Spelmer

L i s t e n: Spot and Elmer were friends way before either became a Newsie. They already knew the other was gay, Elmer knew because he knows Spot well enough and Spot knew because Elmer told him when they were kids that he didn't seem to like girls.

When Spot ran away from his mom he stayed the night at Elmer's, crying because of how scared he was.

Elmer held him through the night.

When Spot left in he morning Elmer gave Spot one of his dad's old tank tops; a red and black striped one. It was the best that Elmer could give him since his dad didn't own many sleeved shirts. The ones he did own, he took.

Spot visited a month later, no longer called Sean except by Elmer. He sported the tank top and some pink suspenders, claiming he wore those on special occasions.

About a year later Elmer's mom died. Spot brought him in and told the current King of Brooklyn of the time, Ace, that he'd help him out and that he'd pay for Elmer's bunk for the night.

A little after, Spot turned fourteen, now the leader of Brooklyn. He sent Elmer to Manhattan because Elmer had started shit with someone from Queens and he wasn't going to let Elmer get hurt for his stupidity.

Spot would go check on him from time to time, making sure he was okay.

During the strike, Elmer had heard rumors that his best friend had taken on six guys at once and won, which put some form of fear in him. So when Jack called for Brooklyn he looked down.

After the Bulls attacked he went to Brooklyn and had Spot patch him up.

Spot held Elmer that night as Elmer cried.

Relmer, second longest rarepair. Courtesy to @be-more-chill-evan-hansen of course for introducing me to this adorable ship.

You fools really be ignoring my boys. Okay so these two? Super affectionate. They love touching. They're always holding hands or kissing or cuddling and making jokes and cheesy pick up lines to one another.

They met thanks to Spot. Spot and Elmer were best friends when they both lived in Brooklyn and both ended up moving to Manhattan (Elmer moved there first, then two years later Spot was adopted by Medda). Spot brought Elmer over after school one day and both went upstairs to his and Jack's room, where Race and Jack were.

These two fools, of course, hit it off right away. Seeing who could burp the loudest, see who could blush first, who could make the other laugh. Simple stuff.

bright (lights/hearts/futures) by PenzyRome

crutchie: joke’s on you. my life’s all ready hell

spot:

spot: are you okay

Spotchie #10: shy kiss was requested!!

Spot Conlon couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous. Here he was, standing in front of the door of possibly the most positive and happy person he had ever met in his 17 years of life, and he had the unfortunance of meeting a lot of those.

Most of said happy and positive people annoyed the ever daylight out of him, but something was different about Charlie "Crutchie" Morris. At first, Crutchie had annoyed him too, but once he got to know him, once he learned that most of what he said wasnt all that happy after all, his opinion started changing.

Crutchie wasn't an optimist because he was naive to the horrors of the world; no, he was an optimist because he had experienced a lot of said horrors. He had had unspeakable things done to him, and somehow, be came out a better person.

Spot thought it was possibly one of the best things about him.

Which led to this moment, him about to knock on the door of the sweetest boy he knew, corsage in hand. Nervously, he flattened the front of his suit and knocked, shoving his shaking hand into his pocket. Crutchie was the one who answered, and Spot's throat went dry at the sight of him.

Tight fitting dark grey suit with a white dress shirt and a dark emerald bowtie. The suit hugged him in all the right places, and Spot was pretty sure his face was going to explode from the amount of blood that rushed to his cheeks.

"You, uh, you look good, Crutchie," Spot breathed, scratching the back of his neck. "Really good." Compared to him, Spot felt a little dumb. He hadn't been able to find a suit jacket, and so he had just want tight black slacks, pink suspenders he had stolen from his sister, a white dress shirt and red bowtie.

Crutchie smiled shyly, biting his lip and glancing behind him. "Thanks," he said, hesitating for a second more before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "You look handsome as well."

Spot blinked, hand reaching to touch his lips before he realized what he was doing. He made eye contact with Crutchie, who looked amused, before he quickly dropped his hand with a awkward clearing of his throat. "Well, uh. Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm.

Crutchie laughed and carefully took it, cautious of his crutch. "Let's go to prom and blow all those birches away," he agreed.