#spotxreader

“I don’t know.” Spot pushed past Knicks and the small crowd of newsies that had begun to form. 

“What are you doing? How’d they’d get here? Do you know where Vinny’s hat is?” Knicks started questioning Spot. 

Spot groaned at the boy’s questions and started towards the stairs. “I’m bringing her up to my room to take care of her. I don’t know. I found her on the doorstep. As you can see, she’s beaten up pretty badly. And no, I haven’t seen Vinny’s hat.”

Spot was right. The girl in his arms had been soaked and looked pretty rough. She had a black eye that was a nasty black, purple, and blue. On the other side of their face, another bruise was creeping up their cheekbone. Her lip was split and had a smattering of other cuts and blemishes on their face.

Before Knicks could ask anymore questions, Spot quickly sidestepped him and hurried to his room.

Spot set the teenager down and before exiting the room. He wanted to grab some things to clean them up. Maybe some bandages or ointment? Truth be told, Spot was better at soaking someone than healing them. 

Once he got back with his half-hazard supplies, he found the person sitting up on their elbows. 

“Hello?” Spot looked at her sceptically. Should he trust this random person? 

“Who are you?” The girl asked, trying to sit up further. 

Spot shook his head and said, “Lay back down. What happened to you?” 

“Answer my question.” 

Spot raised an eyebrow. No one ever talked back to him. But, this kid didn’t know he was the King of Brooklyn. He could cut them some slack. “I’m Spot Conlon, newsie, and King of Brooklyn.” 

The girl’s eyes narrowed but she laid down as Spot had asked. “I’m Y/n. I-uh.” They cleared their throat, “The Delancey Brothers got to me. They thought I was stealing something.” 

“Were you stealing something?” Spot asked in a deadpan voice. He wouldn’t be surprised if this dirty street-rat needed to steal to stay alive. He wasn’t about to diss on it, though. He knew all too well about life on the streets. He started cleaning the girl up. 

“Yes.” Y/n admitted. She pulled out a policeman’s whistle, a proud glint in her eye. “It just looked so shiny and I thought I could get some good money for it.” She then squinted at Spot who was cleaning some cuts on her arm, careful for her fresh bruises. “Why’d you take me in? I know newsies are all about loyalty and crap, but I’m not a newsie.” 

Spot huffed a laugh, “Just ‘cause you’re not a newsie doesn’t mean I’d leave you out there. That’s cruel.” 

“You were still taking a gamble. I could knock you out and steal from you right now.” 

This time, Spot laughed for real. “Yeah, sure sweetheart. You could beat me in a fight. And, I don’t know… there was just something about you? I couldn’t imagine you doing anything terrible… Sounds stupid. I know.” 

Y/n hummed. “Alright, Spot Conlon. I trust you.” 

They went to stand but Spot pushed them back down. “That was a bad soaking. You were unconscious. I’m not about to let you waltz out here.” 

Y/n glared at him, “I can take care of myself.”

“From what I just saw, no you can’t.” Spot contradicted. “You’re staying here until you get better.” 

Y/n leaned back on Spot's bed, arms crossed. “Then I guess you’re stuck with me, Spot Conlon.” 

"Oh, c'mon Jack!" I pouted hoping that would get him to cave in. "I'll be alright."

"Da woild a'int as good as ya think it is (n/n)," Jack said with a sigh. "You'se could get hurt, Bumlets would kill me!"

"I'll be fine!" I exclaimed getting tired of arguing. "It's not like every one wants ta kill me."

"If ya wants ta go so badly at least go with your brotha," Jack sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"OH! Thank you Jack!" I squealed giving him a giant hug before running to find Bumlets. He was talking with Specs but I interrupted their conversation. "Hey Bummy," I spoke out with the cutest voice I could muster.

"Did you need something (n/n)?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Could you come with me to Brooklyn?" I asked hugging his arm. Maybe if I'm cute enough he'll agree.

"Why do you want ta go there?" He asked a small frown taking over his face.

"I haven't seen Spot in awhile," I smiled. Saying his name brought his face into my head and my cheeks heated up. Why do I feel so fuzzy? His bright blue eyes and gelled blonde hair, I just want to hug him forever.

"Why? Ya fancy him?" Bumlets asked looking me over. My eyes widened and my mouth opened slightly. Fancy? No. No way. I just admire him! We're just friends and always will be!

"W-we're just friends!" I stuttered covering my face with my hands. Bumlets smiled softly at me and let out a small chuckle.

"Well alright, let's go then."

Once we got to the bridge I couldn't help but stop to watch the water below. It wasn't the most clean but it was very pretty in my eyes. Bumlets stood next to me silently.

My focus was dragged to a familiar newsie as he said, "What a 'hattan newsie doin around hea?"

A smile carved its way onto my face as I stood in front of Spot, he had some of his newsies standing behind him, "Spot!"

His eyes widened and a tiny smile formed upon his lips, "Heya doll, what's you doin over hea?"

"I wanted to come see ya!" I replied pulling him into a hug. He returned it but let go, pushing me away far to soon for my liking. I could tell he was a total softy but he put on his little bad boy facade in front of everyone else. His eyes traveled to Bumlets and he raised an eyebrow. Bumlet walked up behind me and patted my head. I looked up at him and tilted my head.

"I'll head back to da lodge on one condition," He said. "You make sure my sis gets home safe Spots ya hear? Cause if she don't you won't just be dealin the the Manhattan newsies."

"You don't gotta worry 'bout dat," Spot nodded. Bumlets nodded back before making his way back home. Spots then signaled his newsies to leave, leaving the two of us alone. "So, you'se couldn't stay away from me (l/n)?" Spot asked grabbing my waist pulling me closer to him. I felt my body heat up, but I smiled brightly liking how close we were.

"I've always wanted to be on the Brooklyn bridge," I said placing my hands on his chest. "Seeing you is a bonus!" I noticed his cheeks turn red and my eyes widened. "Spot are you sick?" I asked gently, placing a hand to his forehead. That's weird, he felt to be a normal temperature.

"How about we's go to the dock?" He asked grabbing my hand. I nodded. His newsies eyed us up but didn't say anything. He gave them all a glare before leading us to an area of the dock unoccupied. We both sat at the edge and he kept his arm around me. It felt comforting and safe and I honestly didn't want to leave his warm embrace.

"This is nice," I said leaning into his side.

"It would be betta if we's were in bed instead," Spot said with a smirk.

"L-like cuddling?" I asked feeling flustered.

He let out a cute snort and shook his head, "Yea, that's exactly what I meant." And at that moment I realized something.

Bumlets was right. I do fancy Spot.

I kept looking into his ocean blue eyes as his bore into my (e/c) ones. He brought my body closer to his as the space between our faces got smaller. Then our lips touched. It was completely magical, I felt like I was floating. All the noise around us got drowned out as it was just me and him. I rested my hands on his shoulders. His arm around my waist held me tighter and he put his free hand on my cheek. I pulled away breathlessly and we were both slightly panting.

"Th-th-that was..." I said trailing off not thinking of the right word.

"Breathtaking," He finished for me with a loving grin. I giggled and gave him a giant hug, squeezing him as hard as I could.

"I love you!" I exclaimed in happiness.

"I know," He replied smugly. I pulled away from the hug with a pout. "I love you too." I looked away and crossed my arms. "Aww c'mon doll, don't be like dat," He cooed wrapping his arms around me hugging my back. He then started pecking my cheek, then my jaw, then my neck. I let out a gasp and jumped out of his grasp.

"What're ya doin?" I asked with a fiery blush.

He smirked, but before he could reply a newsie showed up, "Some 'hattan newsie's hea to see ya mista." Spot frowned and his glare returned to his face.

"What's his name?"

"Jack Kelly."

"There you'se are!" I heard Jack exclaim making his way towards us. "You'se been gone for awhile and when Bumlets came back without ya I got worried." Honestly Jack is like my dad or something. I stood up, Spot following.

"I guess I should get goin Spotty," I smiled hugging him goodbye before leaving.

You loved to stroll around and people watch, grab a bite to eat every now and then, but your favorite part was pickpocketing.

It was something you had picked up when you and Blink were living on the street before you had found the newsies.

Your fingers could always find their way into a man’s pocket or a woman’s purse and pull out something of value. You really had a knack for stealing things right from underneath someone’s nose.

When Blink got his job and moved both of you into the lodging house, he made you swear up and down that you weren’t ever going to pickpocket again. He had a good, respectable job now and he would provide anything you needed so no more pickpocketing.

You promised your brother with a smile and reassurance that it was in the past…

But it really wasn’t. You couldn’t help yourself. It gave you a rush every time you walked past someone only to have a trinket of theirs in your hand a second later. It made your life exciting and there was no way you could give that up.

On this particular day, you decided to make your way towards Columbia Street. You always tried to steer clear of the Manhattan’s newsies selling spots so you none of them would see you and report to your brother.

You admired the way the sun shone on the windows, the reflection making the city feel even brighter. There were hardly any clouds in the sky and the wind was blowing a gentle breeze around.

You admired the people as they walked around, the streets being packed from the nice weather. Families walked down the street pushing a baby in a pram, couples walked with linked elbows and flirtatious or shy glances, employees cleaning storefront windows or bringing in a delivery.

The people that interested you most on your walks were the ones that looked like they had money. Confident men in suits with canes or women with fancy dresses and styled hair or even kids who looked like their pockets were stuffed with coins. Really you would steal from anybody, but these always had the best outcomes.

You walked past a small group of well-dressed teenagers, all looking to be around your age. They were laughing and trying to decide where to eat.

You moved to the side as you pasted each other and, in a flash, your hand was in and out of one of their pockets. Your hand immediately returned to your own pocket to investigate what you had grabbed by touch alone.

It was small and round so obviously a coin. You rubbed your fingers over each side once before deciding it was a dime.

Satisfied, you let go and it dropped to their bottom of your pocket where it would remain until the days end.

It wasn’t about stealing a lot from one person, but stealing a little from many people. It was only occasionally when you stole something of great value but most days you just enjoyed taking some money or the odd object from people.

You walked down another street where you walked by a mother holding onto her two young son’s hands. The one closest to you was fussing and carrying a loose handful of sweets while the one farther away was happily admiring a small toy rabbit they were carrying.

You decided on the candy in an instant. As you passed, the little boy’s arm was wagging up and down and he was too interested in fussing at his mother to notice as your finger quickly plucked a few candies from between his fingers.

You popped them into your pocket as well and you kept on going along your merry way.

-

It was around two o’clock when you were starting to feel satisfied with what you had gathered from the day.

A few dollar bills, a monocle, an apple from a storefront display, the candy from the little boy, a shaving razor you had swiped from a barber who was outside joking with some customers, a police officer’s whistle, a pipe, a pair of dice, a hair ribbon, and dozens upon dozens of coins.

You felt really good and your journey had taken you over the Williamsburg Bridge, just to the outskirts of Brooklynn when you were about to turn around and head back home to empty your pockets and get some real food to eat when suddenly – something caught your eye.

You spun fully around to stop and gawk at what you saw.

A woman was wearing a small silver bracelet. You felt your eyes bug out of your head and your palms get sweaty. It looked like one your mother had given you years ago.

Anything you ever stole, money, watches, toys, was just for fun, but this was different. You had to sell your bracelet in order to get food for you and Blink to eat years ago and you had felt guilty ever since.

Yet, here was one that looked almost identical to it.

You started to follow the woman. She was definitely someone from an upper crust family, what with her clothes and hair and all.

She was walking arm and arm with an older man, probably her father, and they were chatting happily.

You knew this was going to be one that took a while, you had to be careful and quick if you were going to get the bracelet off her wrist and get out of dodge before she noticed.

You trailed behind them a few yards, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while keeping a close eye on every move they were making. You followed them down dozens of streets all the way to Flushing Ave, right by the boating docks.

You had been trailing them for about 40 minutes. You knew you had to turn around at some point to head back home soon or you’d be walking home in the dark.

But you just couldn’t leave the bracelet alone. The lady just seemed to be taunting you at this point and your fingers were itching to grab it.

It just wasn’t time yet.

You pulled the ribbon out of your pocket and began to wrap it around your fingers, bored with how long this was all taking.

You glanced over at the docks, watching boats sail in and out. You admired the water and how it lapped and foamed at the beaches edge.

“Extra, extra!” A group of voices shouted, startling you.

A group of Brooklynn newsies had stepped out in front of you. They got in between you and the woman as she crossed the street. You gasped and tried to move around the boys, but it was no use. You couldn’t cross the street, by the time you had pushed through the boys, you saw the lady and the man entering into a building.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wanted to scream. There went your only chance for the bracelet.

You felt your blood boil and you turned back to the newsies. They were the reason the woman had gotten away. You had tracked them for miles, spent almost an hour following them and these boys were the reasons you lost them.

You didn’t even feel in control of your body anymore. You took a few long strides over and stood in front of one of the newsies.

“Evenin’ Miss, care for the latest edition of the pape?” The newsie said with a charming smile.

You felt absolutely livid. You brought your hands to his chest and shoved him as hard as you could while your foot moved behind his to swipe it out from under him. A trick Kid Blink had taught you.

The newsie was tall but very slim and he dropped quickly.

You still didn’t feel avenged. Quick as a flash, you swiped the newsies bag from his arm and took off running.

“Hey! She stole my bag!” You heard the boy cry but you didn’t care. Those boys had cost you that bracelet and any amount of grief you could cause them would have to make up for it.

You ran up one street, weaving in between people and wagons, your shoes smacking against the ground.

You heard the shouts and calls from the newsies, all chasing after you but they never closed in on you.

You turned down another street and were headed back in the direction of the bridge, back to Manhattan.

You kept up your pace even though you felt your lungs screaming at you for more air.

After a few blocks, you turned your head to try and see if you could still see any of the newsies coming after you. You didn’t hear or see anything so you slowed your pace down to a normal walking speed.

A few people gave you strange looks but you didn’t really care.

You ran a hand over your hair and straightened your dress. You started investigating the newsies bag, curious to know what was all inside.

It held about half a dozen newspapers in it and some string that must had held the stack together originally. There was a smaller side pocket inside it that really interested you. It held all that newsies money he had earned that day.

You counted through the coins as you walked, the pay totaling to fifty-seven cents.

You grinned gleefully, happy to be such a nuisance to one of the boys that had made you lose your bracelet.

-

It took you around half an hour to get back to the Williamsburg Bridge. You still had about another hour to go before you were home and you were tired. You had only taken a short break to throw the newspapers out and empty out your pockets into the bag but other than that you haven’t stopped for anything.

When you got to the bridge you were able to jump onto the back of a carriage that was headed back to Manhattan. You saluted Brooklynn as you left, happy to be leaving after the disappointing day you had there.

You pulled out the apple you had swiped and enjoyed the bumpy ride across the bridge.

As soon as you were on the other side of the bridge and several miles down Delancey Street, you finally hopped off the carriage. It really wasn’t much farther to the lodging from here and your ride was taking a turn in the opposite direction.

You threw your apple core away and rearranged the newsies bag on your shoulder. You laughed to yourself about how those dumb newsies must feel right now, having lost you so quickly and never catching sight of your again.

You turned a corner and stopped dead in your tracks. You were on one of the less busy streets, very close to the lodging house but found a large group of unfamiliar looking newsies. Their arms were all crossed and they looked furious, all staring right at you.

Your heart began to pound wildly. Brooklynn newsies? How had they found you? How had they known where to you? How had they gotten here before you?

Like a shot, you took off, sprinting for your life.

“Get her!” You heard one of the newsies screamed and for the second time today, you heard a stampede of thunderous footsteps chasing after you.

You ran and ran and ran, but it was no use, you weren’t able to lose the boys this time. You knew Manhattan like the back of your hand but there was no way to shake them.

You turned into an alleyway and headed straight for the fire escape ladder that was waiting at the end of it. At the top, you’d be able to see Jack’s penthouse, only a few blocks away. You could jump from rooftop to rooftop until you got there, no way the boys would be dumb enough to try and follow you. You were sure you’d be safe once you were back, your newsies wouldn’t let anything happen to you there.

You grabbed onto the ladder – you’d pull it up once you were at the top so the newsies couldn’t follow you – and began to climb.

You scrambled up when something caught your skirt. You looked down and saw one of the newsies boys had taken hold of you.

You held onto the ladder as hard as you could, not daring to let go when another newsie grabbed hold of one of your ankles.

You swung your other foot back and cracked him hard in the forehead. He let go, reaching up to cover his face.

You reached down to try and rip your skirt away from the first boy, but the second you let one hand go of the ladder, he tugged hard and you came tumbling down to the ground. You landed hard on your side, elbow and hip vibrating in pain.

You cried out but quickly scrambled backward when you saw the rest of the newsies advancing down the alleyway towards you.

Your back hit the brick wall and your breath was coming out rapidly. There was no telling what a group of boys like this would do to a girl like you.

You fumbled with the bag as the boys created a semicircle around you. You closed your fingers around the razor blade in the bag and flicked it open.

You sprang to your feet as a couple boys stepped closer to you. You swiped at them violently, daring them to come forward.

“Don’t touch me!” You warned.

You were glad you had stolen the razor today, but really, you would have used anything in that bag if you were trying to defend yourself.

“If you do anything to me, my brother will have your heads!” You said, slashing your weapon near a boy’s face who had come too close.

“Yeah? And who the hell is ya brother?” One of the boys asked, arms crossed.

“Kid Blink or Blind Diamond, or whatever you know him by.” You said, knowing those names had meanings to other newsies.

A boy who was a little taller than you snapped his fingers and the boys who were trying to get closer backed off. You cautiously lowered your arms a little.

“So yous is a part of the Manhattan newsies. Chomp thought yous looked familiar.” The boy said, glancing over to a boy with a toothy smile.

“Good for you, you can remember faces. Want an award?” You said to him harshly.

“What was you doin’ in Brooklynn? Any newsie with half a brain knows they ain’t allowed on my turf.”

“I’m not a newsie. I was after something in your turf but your dopey newsies did a great job of making me lose it.” You snapped back.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms grabbed you. One pulled the razor out of your hand and the other grabbed the bag from your arm before you had time to react.

Your arms were held by the two boys after that and you watched as the bag was returned to its original owner. You saw the big, dumb oaf open the bag up, no doubt to check and see if you’d dumped his papers.

“Hey boss,” the boy called out to the boy who had been talking to you. Their leader, apparently, though he didn’t look like much.

The boy held his bag out for his leader to look inside. He grabbed the bag and investigated the insides closer, eyeballing all the things you had added to the collection.

“Oh my, what the butterfingers we have here fellas,” He said with a laugh “Does Kid Blink know that his sister is a petty thief?”

You couldn’t bear to look at him and turned your gaze away.

All the boys all whistled or made some noise of glee at the revelation.

“Deliver this one back to her brother and let’s see what he makes of her.” The boy said, addressing his fellow newsies.

They all agreed and just like that you were being dragged out of the alleyway.

-

It was late enough in the day that almost everyone had returned back to the lodging house already.

Your face grew hot, already feeling now embarrassing it was going to be when all this came out in front of all the newsboys.

The Brooklynn boys dragged you up to the front step where their leader pounded on the door.

After a few moments, the door was open to reveal the last person you wanted to see right now, your brother.

“[Y/N]?” He asked, brow furrowed in worry and concern the second he saw you surrounded by Brooklynn newsies.

The Manhattan newsies quickly all gathered around to see what was happening.

The two boys who were holding onto you suddenly thrust you forward. You stumbled but your brother caught you before you hit the floor.

“What’s this all about Spot? What were you doing with my sister?” Kid Blink asked, confused and growing angrier by the second.

“Cool it Blink,” Spot said, “Your sister was in my turf earlier today and stole Slouch’s newsie bag along with all his earning for the day.”

“Your turf? What would [Y/N] be doing on your turf?” Blink asked defensively.

“Not sure. We chased her all the way back her and when we caught her, we found all this in the bag as well.” Spot turned the bag upside down and all your things came tumbling out.

The pipe, coins, candy, the ribbon, bills, dice, and the whistle all tumbled out onto the ground in front of everyone. The monocle fell out last and the glass cracked when it hit the ground.

“She also had this,” Spot said, showing off the razor to the room, “don’t know if it was something else she stole or if she bought it through honest work.”

The Brooklynn newsies sneered at you.

Your brother stared down at the pile before whipping his head around to face you.

“You’re stealing again!?” Kid Blink yelled, letting go of you and backing away. “I don’t believe it. How many times have I told you that enough is enough? You don’t need to do this anymore!”

You felt your eyes well up with tears but you fought hard to keep them back.

“You wanna get caught and get sent off to the Refuge? You wanna endanger all the newsies living here if the bulls follow you home?” Your brother asked.

You couldn’t answer. Of course you didn’t want those things. But pickpocketing was your only thing. The only thing you liked and the only thing you were good at.

“Don’t ever do this again.” Kid Blink stated, looking you hard in the eyes.

You nodded once.

Silence hung in the room.

“Thanks for bringing her home fellas,” Jack said and made his way up to Spot. “You won’t sees her in Brooklynn ever again.”

Jack and Spot spit into their hands before shaking on it.

You couldn’t stand it any longer and you quickly swept out of the room, humiliated.

You entered a small hallway in the very back of the lodgings that led to your bedroom. You closed your door as quietly as possible, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself.

You removed your shoes and curled up on your bed, exhausted and embarrassed by what had just happened.

You felt your eyes tear up, but you rubbed them away angrily.

A knock came from the door.

“Go away, Blink.” You said, voice cracking.

“So, if I ain’t your brother, can I come in?” A voice asked.

You blew out air from your nose in a laugh and said yes.

You gave Jack a weak half smile as he entered. He came in and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Spot’s really not that bad of a guy,” Jack said after a few moments of you two sitting in silence.

You nodded and shrugged sitting up in bed, “It’s his newsies that are the problem. They need to watch where they’re going and not let some girl push them around.”

Jack laughed a little and patted you on the back.

“Never heard you go violent on another person before. What had you been tracking?” He asked.

“A bracelet,” You said.

“A bracelet?” Jack asked, surprised.

“It looked like one I had…a long time ago”

Jack nodded, knowing what you meant when you said that, “All makes sense now.”

“They got in my way, Jack.” You said, looking up at him, searching for some sort of validation from him. “I didn’t mean to do any of the things I did to them, but I kept thinking how maybe I could just have that small part of my old life back and they ruined it!”

Jack nodded and took your hand, patting it with his other one. “I know kid. You just gotta promise me that you ain’t going to go after another newsies hard-earned dough like that again, alright? No matter what. Promise?”

“Okay,” you said weakly.

“Okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Jack said a smile on his face.

“I promise.” You said, not able to hold a smile back. Jack felt like another older brother to you. Most of the newsies did, but Jack just seemed to always understand you, especially when Kid Blink didn’t.

Jack ruffled your hair and got up, wandering back towards the door. He paused and looked back at you.

“Blink’ll calm down soon, he just wants to protect you.” He said

You nodded, knowing he was right.

Jack closed the door and you were left alone with your thoughts.

-

For the next few days, you were good. You kept your hands in your pocket as you strolled around the streets. You ripped your eyes away from anything that you wanted that someone held.

You spent more consecutive hours in the newsies lodging house than you ever have before. You sat and pouted and avoided your brother and the majority of the other newsies in general.

It was finally on the fourth day of not touching another stranger’s possession when you couldn’t take it anymore.

You left the lodging and made your way to the streets, feeling like garbage.

You stopped at Jacobi’s to get a quick bite to eat (which you paid for) and you wandered onto a street you knew the newsies weren’t selling at.

You walked slowly as you scanned the streets.

Suddenly you spotted the Delancey’s skulking around, looking gross.

You wondered towards them, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. They were talking to each other and eyeing the trolley station. They didn’t seem to notice you.

Kid Blink couldn’t possibly be mad if you stole something from one of the Delancey’s, rights?

As you walked by your hand went in and out of Oscar’s pocket. You kept walking and turned a corner quickly and looked at your hand.

Your face split into a wide grin. Oscar’s brass knuckles! You wanted to squeal in delight but you kept walking and stayed quiet.

You slipped the brass into your pocket and kept going, feeling better already.

You nabbed a few more things from different people, mostly pennies.

After you had swiped a lace handkerchief from a young woman, you felt eyes on you. The hair stood on the back of your neck and you knew it had to be the Delancey brothers.

You started walking faster down the street but felt them speeding up as well. After a few streets, you broke into a run, pushing past people. There was no way you were going to get caught by Oscar and Morris.

You felt like it was an echo of the other day when you were running from Brooklyn boys, for basically the same reason.

Suddenly, you felt a hand grasp onto your wrist and pulled sharply. Your front was pushed against an alleyways brick wall and one of your hands was twisted slightly so it was pinned against your back.

“What would Kid Blink make of this?” A very familiar voiced.

It was Spot Conlon, not the Delancey’s, though you weren’t sure that was in any way comforting.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed, completely surprised. You struggled against Spot’s hands but couldn’t escape.

“Wanted to see how the thief was handling time out,” Spot said before quickly flipping you around and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. He grinned, “Looks like you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, huh sweetheart?”

You wiggled your arms trying again to get away. Spot smiled even wider and slowly reached his hand down. You tensed up, worried about where his hands were going, but then you felt them slip into one of your pockets.

He pulled out the pennies out of your pocket and looked at them before dropping them back in. He reached to the other one and pulled out the handkerchief and admired it for a second before reaching back in and finding the brass knuckles.

Spot whistled, impressed, “And who’d you swipe these from?” He asked, very interested.

You turned your head away from him, angry that he had what was yours – or what was yours now.

He examined them slowly, turning them over and over in his palm.

You knew there was an ugly pout set on your face but you there wasn’t much you could do. Calling for help would only lead to Spot walking away with the brass knuckles and trying to overpower him was out of the question mostly because you were pretty sure he didn’t have sleeves because his huge arms busted out of them.

You were trying your best to ignore Spot, staring out into the street. All of a sudden you found yourself starring at Morris Delancey, who was staring back at you. He grabbed his brother by the shoulder and pointed you out. Oscar’s face was bright red with anger. They quickly started making a move to cross the street and get to you.

“I have to go!” You said, trying even harder to wiggle free from his grasp.

“Oh yeah? And why’s-” Spot started but was cut off

“You!” Oscar shouted, almost to the alleyway entrance.

“Uh-oh,” Spot said and you were able to slip out of his grip thanks to him being distracted.

You snatched his hand and bolted in the other direction of Morris and Oscar, knowing there was no way for you to get the brass knuckles away from him fast enough for you to escape with them.

You escaped out of the alley and began to quickly weave in and out of people and traffic, hoping to lose the brothers.

You only ran about five blocks before Spot planted his feet and stopped moving. He pulled you into an alleyway, but this time didn’t try to restrain you.

“Why the hell am I runnin’?” He asked

“Those are the Delancey brothers, they help run The World distribution here in Manhattan. I stole the knuckles from one of them and I’ll tell you that they’re no walk in the park.” You panted out.

Spot blew air out of his nose, looking amused.

“So you’ll steal from people, but won’t fight ‘em in a confrontation?” He asked.

“Hey, I got my strong suit, and it’s quick fingers, not hard fists. I know what I can do and it’s grabbing and running, not fighting.”

“Is that why you wanted these?” He asked, waving the brass knuckles around a little, “Sos next time my Brooklynn boys come after ya, you can fight ‘em off?”

You felt your face heat up and you looked away. You did not want to talk about what happened a few days ago.

You suddenly heard shouts from the street and saw the Delancey brothers once again coming for you.

You grabbed Spot’s hand again and started to pull, ready to escape again but he just shook his head. He pocketed the brass knuckles with a smirk.

You watched in awe as Spot turned around to face the Delancey’s alone. The brothers were vicious fighters, always playing dirty.

Spot cracked his knuckles, looking rather intimidating.

“Evening boys, what can I do for ya?” He called out as the brothers approached him.

“Give me my brass knuckles back or we’ll soak ya.” Oscar barked.

“Fellas, this has been all one big misunderstanding -” Spot started before punching Oscar square in the jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Morris swung at Spot but he ducked and elbowed him in the gut. When Morris doubled over, Spot kneed him in the face. Morris groaned and held his face. Oscar sprang up and threw punches left and right, but Spot dodged all of them. He grabbed onto Oscar’s arm and twisted it painfully. Oscar let out a yell and wrenched his arm from Spot’s grasp.

Spot grabbed onto the side of Oscar’s head with one hand and Morris’s with the other and slammed them together. Both boys groaned and were on the ground in a second.

You couldn’t believe it, you had seen half a dozen of Manhattan’s newsies try to take on just one of the Delancey’s and fail but here Spot was, flattening both of them within seconds.

The brothers scrambled to get up and run out of the alley.

Spot turned back around to face you, smirk plastered on his face.

“That’s how it’s done.” He said.

You blinked at him for several moments, still not quite sure what you had seen was real. You looked down at his arms, the muscles bulging.

You reached out and touched one of his biceps, feeling how strong he was.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” He asked, flexing his arm.

It was…impressive. He was impressive.

Spot smirk grew wider, “Next time, don’t get caught, huh?”

“You’re not going to tell my brother, are you?” You asked, pulled back into reality a little bit by that last comment. You removed your hand from his arm.

“Nah, Jack told me all about your time living on the street. Old habits die hard, huh?” Spot said, suddenly looking a little remorseful “I’m sorry ‘bout your folks.”

“Why did you grab me earlier then?” You asked.

“Oh,” Spot said, now looking rather embarrassed, “I, um, actually was coming over here to see ya.”

You paused, “Me? Why?”

“To give ya something,” Spot said and reached into his back pocket. He offered you a small package wrapped up in brown paper.

“For me?” You asked and slowly took it from him.

You opened it to reveal a bracelet. You gasped. It was just like the one you had seen. Silver and delicate and shiny and brand new.

“Yeah, I felt bad about the other day, what with my newsies gettin’ in the way of you and-”

You looked up at Spot, feeling like your heart was being tightly squeezed. You quickly placed your free hand on his shoulder and leaned in, kissing Spot, effectively shutting him up.

He seemed stunned for a moment before kissing you back. You had only meant it to be a short, single kiss, just out of impulse and thanks, but once you felt Spot mimic the action, you didn’t want to stop.

You moved your hand that was on his shoulder up to the back of his neck and rested the one that was clutching the bracelet on his chest. He set his hands down on your hips and pulled you a little bit closer.

Spot knew how to kiss and was very, very good at it. You had no clue Brooklynn boys could kiss like this.

You had a sudden thought and pulled away from him.

“You promise you aren’t going to tell my brother?” You asked.

Spot furrowed his brow but didn’t open his eyes. He shook his head slightly, “Don’t talk about your brother while wes is-”

He cut himself off by connecting your lips back together. You smiled into it and kissed him back.

It was a few more minutes before either of you stopped. You started to scatter small kisses all over his cheeks. He hummed and held you a little tighter, arms fully wrapping around you.

You kissed him one last time on the mouth before leaning back. You opened your eyes to find him giving you a gentle side smile.

“How did you know about the bracelet?” You breathed, studying his face.

“Jack told me.” He said, “Said the only reason you acted the way you did was because of it so I went out and got you one.”

“You bought this?” You asked, completely floored.

“Hey, being king of Brooklynn has its perks.”

You stared at him before giggling a little, “thank you.”

“No problem, doll.”

Spot took the bracelet from you and linked it around your wrist.

“You know, I’ve never known no girl who could drop one of my boys that fast,” Spot said with a grin.

“Impressed?” You asked.

“A little.”

You giggled at the comment.

“Impressed enough to let me come to Brooklynn again sometime?”

Spot’s face lit up, “I’ll talk to Jack, let him know you can come over whenever you want.”

“Can I pickpocket while I’m there?”

“Sweetheart, you can do whatever you want in Brooklynn.”

Y/n and Spot met one of the few days Spot went to school. Of course, Spot didn’t actually go to his classes, but he was smoking on school grounds. So technically, he did go to school. 

Y/n had exited the building and walked right into Spot’s smoke cloud. 

She coughed and waved the air in front of her.

“What’s a cutie like you doing here?” Spot had raised an eyebrow, not understanding how he hadn’t noticed her beauty before.

“Trying to get away from you.” Y/n had grumbled, hurriedly walking away. 

“Come on, doll.” Spot had pouted sarcastically, “Don’t be like that.” 

Y/n had then turned, flipped him off, and got into her friends’ car.

Spot was in love.

That was a year and a half ago. Y/n had eventually punched Spot across the face when he had flirted one too many times and then felt bad so she agreed to go on a date with him. What Y/n hadn’t told Spot at the time was that her friends were at the restaurant to make sure nothing went wrong. 

Y/n fell for Spot on that date once she saw his true personality and agreed to be his girlfriend. 

The pair had just celebrated their one year anniversary and while the first half went wonderfully, the second half didn’t go as well as Spot had planned. 

The Brooklyn Boys had crashed their date. They had known that their leader was seeing someone but they didn’t know who. So, they decided to check it out.

“He’s going out with some Soc chick?” One of his boys asked, crouched behind a bush. 

“I can’t believe him!” A second exclaimed.

“I-I’ve never seen him smile before.” A third said, looking disturbed, “He’s whipped. Should we confront him?” 

“No!” The first said at the same time the second said, “Yes.” 

“You wanna confront Spot Conlon about his girl?” The first asked, aghast. 

The second stuttered out, “Y-Yes. No. No.” He decided.

“Wait.” The third boy looked up, “Where’d he go?” 

Someone cleared their throat behind them, “Boys?” 

“Y-Yeah?” They looked up, voice cracking.

“What are you doing?” Spot Conlon stood over them, arm around Y/n’s waist. Y/n looked down at them, a confused smile on her face.

“Heya Spot!” The three boys quickly stood, “Well, we just wanted to see-” 

“There’s no way to recover from this.” The third one coughed out, “We look like creeps.” 

“You do.” Y/n agreed, holding out a hand for them to shake, “I’m Y/n. Spot’s girlfriend.” 

“The best girlfriend there is.” Spot pressed a kiss to her forehead.

The three boys all took turns shaking Y/n’s hand, looking bewildered at Spot’s display of affection, “This is gonna take some getting used to.” One muttered. 

“Yeah.” Y/n chuckled, “It took some time for me too. But I promise I won’t get in your way or anything.” 

“And I expect all of you boys- even the ones not here- to treat her like a queen.” Spot said sternly, the boys nodding quickly along, “Since the ‘secret’ is out, she’s gonna be coming over a lot.” 

“Right.” The boys mumbled their goodbye’s and sped off, probably to tell the rest of the gang. 

“Guess the cat’s outta the bag.” Y/n muttered. 

The curtain rose and the performer side of you took over

Singing one of Medda’s most famous songs, you danced around the stage, flirting with some of the newsies in the audience 

At the end of the song, you lifted your arms above your head, tucking your head down 

The place went wild

Not only had they gotten to see someone preform (and get a couple of drinks out of it), but they had seen an eligible young woman, their age, preform

And Spot Conlon was pretty sure he was in love.

The minute you had come out onstage, he thought that you were the most beautiful thing ever to walk the Earth

While on the streets of Brooklyn, he had seen a lot of pretty girls- even flirted and kissed some of them- but he realized than none compared to you

He knew that he had to talk to you

Unbeknownst to him, however, a lot of the other newsies had the same idea

After the show, he practically had to push through two dozen newsies just to talk to you

You were hovering next to Medda, smiling nervously as she talked to Jack. You weren’t really used to people flirting with you, so you just smiled, blushed, and said ‘thank you’ over and over again, trying to silently tell Medda that you were out of your comfort zone

Obviously, being the queen that Medda is, she noticed that. She just didn’t do anything about it

You were very close friends with Jack Kelly- you two had met through Medda- so when he started talking to you, you did grow more comfortable

“’Ey, uh, Jackie boy.” Spot pushed himself to the front of the small crowd, “Do ya wanna introduce me ta your friend?” 

Jack rolled his eyes, used to Spot’s flirting. But who was he going to say no to the King of Brooklyn?

“Y/n/n, this is Spot Conlon. The King of Brooklyn.” You noticed a hint of sarcasm within those words, “Spot, this is Y/n.”

Spot took off his hat and kissed your knuckles, “I don’t tink I’se ‘ad da pleasure of meetin’ such a beautiful goil such as yourself.” 

Boy, were you a blushing mess

And Spot was eating it all up

The newsies around you had quieted, knowing that when Spot claims a girl, it’s a big deal

“Thank yous.” You said, “But if I’se ‘ad known dat I would be meetin’ you taday, den I’m not sure I woulda come.” 

(Buuuuurrrrrnnnnnn!!!)

The newsies all ‘oooohhhh’ed and gasped. No one ever disrespected Spot like that!

To be honest you weren’t sure where that had come from. You weren’t the one to flirt back

But oh my god, Spot was in love

He knew that he had to get you

From then on came a long battle of wits. 

Spot would find excuses to come to Manhattan and then stay over to see your performances. He would then stay after the show and flirt with you

You, would flirt back, but not without a deeply colored blush on your cheeks at all times

Jack hated this, but what was he to do?

After a couple of weeks, Spot finally got the courage to ask you out. Who knew that the King of Brooklyn could get cold feet?

Spot had tried to ask you out a couple of times before, but he had always chickened out

“Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah Spotty?” Oh, he loved it when you called him that. 

“Well... ya know... I just wanted to tell you that you did great!” Dammit! He just couldn’t do it...

“Thanks Spot.” You softly smiled. It wasn’t often that Spot gave you a sincere compliment. But when he did, you knew that he meant it.

So, Spot tried again

He came up to you after a specially rewarding show

And frickin’ asked you out.

“Y/n.” 

“Yeah?” 

He met you backstage, out of the way of the prying eyes of the other newsies. 

You could tell that Spot was nervous- but that was a rare instance. He must wanna talk to you about something important.

“Would ya wanna do sometin’ wid me sometime?”

“Like what?” Your heart fluttered and you couldn’t believe it. Spot Conlon was asking you out on a date!!!

But of course you had to make him squirm

“I’se mean, I don’t know.” Spot shrugged. He took off his cap and ran a hand through his hair, “Whateva you wanna do.” 

“Would this be a date?” You asked, trying to bite back a large smile

“I- I mean I was tinking it would be butifyoudon’twannaden-” 

“I would love to go on a date with you, Spot. Pick me up tomorrow at eight, yeah?” 

Spot was so freakin’ relieved

“Yeah.” 

And when you kissed him on the cheek and left him standing there.... he almost died 

Needless to say, the date went wonderfully

And now that Spot had you, he was not letting go.

Let’s talk a little about your relationship with Spot *pulls up chair and clears throat* You ready for this? ‘Cause this boy is a mess.

Even though Spot is the “King of Brooklyn” this guy is a huge softie

But he can’t let his boys know that

And yet he still wants to show his affection for you.... 

As you can see, he’s very conflicted.

So, this usually results in pulling you into alleys and kissing the life outta you

No matter the social rules of the 1890s, Spot always has his arm around your shoulder or waist

He loves giving you kisses on you cheek or forehead

But the place he loves to kiss you most is your jaw and neck (cause it always leads to something else)

Spot is very very very (I can not stress this enough) very protective of you

If a boy even looks at you wrong, Spot’ll either soak him, or send his boys after the guy while he treats you like the queen you are

While on the subject of the queen you are, your official title is “Queen of Brooklyn” and all of the boys look up to you

The rare times that Medda and Jack let you go to Brooklyn, the Brooklyn boys are all very excited 

You play and sing with the younger ones, bring them all food, patch up some clothes, and let Spot take a break from the harsh duties as head of the Brooklyn newsies

But after the little ones have been put to bed, Spot pulls you into his own bed and you two have a very fun night *wink wink*

Speaking of which, Spot is always horny

Anytime that you’re onstage in those cute little costumes, Spot finds himself getting... aroused

He likes it when you wear his newsies cap or suspenders. He especially likes it when you pull him towards you using those suspenders

Ever since you and Spot got into a relationship, you had become a whole lot more confident in yourself

And Spot really likes it when you use that confidence in the bedroom

I’ll say it once, and I’ll say it again, he’s a horny boy.

Although he’s always horny, he’ll never say no to cuddles (because the poor boy is touch-starved)

But let’s be honest, all the newsies are touch-starved

Spot really likes it when he’s the big spoon or when he lays on you and you play with his hair

Spot, interestingly enough, also knows how to braid hair (not canon, just something that seems like him) 

He’ll sometimes do it before shows or just whenever he wants to

Spot loves you very much, but even the greatest couples get into arguments

On the rare occasion that you two fight, it’ll probably start with something small, but then snowball from there

For example, Spot wants you to spend more time in Brooklyn with him, but you also have other commitments to Medda and the Manhattan newsies. From there on, it comes to how Spot is too overprotective of you and won’t let you do anything but “’e’s sorry dat ‘e wants ta make sure his goil is safe!” (that was sarcastic in case you couldn’t tell)

It usually ends in either you storming out or you two coming to an uncertain ceasefire

If you were at the Brooklyn lodging house when you stormed out, Spot would hurriedly walk after you, trying not to make it seem like he cared so much. By the time he caught up to you, you were already down the street and he would always use the excuse “I can’t let my goil walk home in da dark” so that you would let him stay. You would usually make up on the walks home 

If you walked out when you were at Medda’s, Spot you try to come after you, but Medda would normally protect you. She would either make up something like “Y/n has to inspect all of her costumes for holes and tears.” or “Y/n has to go on stage soon, she can’t talk.” And then Spot would either go home or wait for you. But no matter what, he would settle this

If the fight ended in an uncertain ceasefire, you would sit on other sides of the room and talk quietly about anything but the fight. Slowly but surely, you two would inch your way back towards each other and make up

Spot figured out that he loved you ever since he first saw you patch up a littler newsie 

His love for you only grew when you would rub his shoulders and back while he ranted about the Brooklyn newsies or when you would comfort the little ones after they had a nightmare

He especially loved you when you would climb on top of him and start kissing him

When you finally turned eighteen, Spot, being the old fashion boy he is (I mean, it was the 1890s, so everyone probably did this but-) wanted to go to your father to ask him for your hand in marriage. But you didn’t really know your father. The closest thing you had to a family was Medda and the rest of the newsies. 

So, he sat Medda and Jack down and asked them good and straight, “I wanna marry Y/n. Do I’se have your permission ta do dat?” 

Jack said no but Medda smacked him upside the head

Medda said yes (of course). Seeing how happy you and Spot made each other was enough for her. She then gave Spot a really big hug that left him gasping for air

Jack, however, was a little harder to convince. But in the end, he reluctantly said yes

So, the next week, Spot proposed to you with a ring that Medda helped pay for

It was old and the gold was faded and a bit dirty, but you couldn’t love it any more

Spot’s engagement speech was really sweet: “Y/n. I’se know dat I’m a poor newsie, but that doesn’t limit my love fo’ you. You’re da light of my life and ‘ave made me a much better man. I hope dat you accept dis ring an’ make me da ‘appiest man alive by marryin’ me.”

Davey helped him write it 

After your performance, the newsies all went home; you gave them all long goodbyes. 

Deciding to turn in for the night, you went to the small room Medda let you have.

You had just finished brushing your hair and taking your makeup off when Medda knocked on the door.

“Darling, remember we have that appointment in Staten Island tomorrow.” She reminded you, “Are you still up for that?” 

“Yep!” You chirped, “I’ll be up bright and early.” 

“Good!” Medda shut your door. 

However, before you went to bed, you forgot one thing: to tell a newsie. 

***

“Where the hell is she?!” Finch barged into the Brooklyn lodging house. 

“What?” Spot asked, “Finch, what’s wrong? Is Y/n okay?” 

“She’s not here?” Color drained from your brother’s face.

“No…” A feeling of dread grew in Spot, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find her!” Finch yelled, “She wasn’t at Medda’s or anywhere near Newsie Square!”

“Okay.” Spot tried to calm his racing heart, “Let’s be logical about this. I’m sure she’s just doing errands or something.” 

“She would’ve left a note.” Finch shook his head. 

“Did Medda say anything?” Spot asked. 

“She wasn’t there.” 

Spot became more and more anxious, “We have to find her.” He said in a small voice. 

“The Manhattan newsies are already all looking for her.” Finch said. 

“And so will the Brooklyn newsies.” Spot nodded. 

***

Soon the streets were filled with newsies, all shouting your name. Throughout the day, Spot and Finch became more and more panicked, desperate to find you. 

You were Finch’s little sister. You were the only family he had left. He wasn’t going to lose you. He couldn’t.

You were Spot’s world. His queen. The light of his life. You helped him and completed him in so many ways. If anything happened to you… No. Nothing could happen to you. 

And so when you stepped out of Medda’s car, a gang of newsies bombarded you. 

“Y/n!” “We found Y/n!” “Where were you?!” “What the hell happened?!” 

“Y/n!” Spot yelled. You turned towards him. 

Spot ran towards you and crushed you in a hug, “I was so worried.” He whispered against your skin. 

“What the hell is happening here?” You asked, releasing yourself from his hug. 

“Y/n!” Finch appeared out of nowhere and gave you a bone-crushing hug, “We couldn’t find you- we were so worried!” 

“So you sent all the newsies out to look for me?” You asked in disbelief. 

“Hey hey hey!” Medda stepped behind you, “Give the lady some room! She needs air!”

“Thanks Medda.” You whispered. 

“Where were you?!” Spot demanded. 

“At a doctor's appointment, geez.” You pushed through the newsies, intent on getting back to our room. Finch and Spot followed you and Medda ordered the rest of the newsies back.

“What for?” Finch asked, “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” You marched through the theater and opened the door to your room, “You guys might wanna sit down.”

The boys sat on your bed. 

You turned to face them, taking out your hair as you do so, “Medda took me to Staten Island today to go see a doctor. And yes! I’m perfectly healthy!” You sighed and set down your hair pins, “We found out that I’m pregnant.” 

“What?!” Finch yelled.

“Really?” Spot whispered, a hopeful look on his face, pools of tears coming to the corner of his eyes. 

“Yeah.” You unconsciously touch your belly, smiling softly.

“Oh my god!” Spot jumped up and hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your temple, “That’s amazing! Y/n,” He looked you in the eyes, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, tears coming to your eyes as well, “We are.”

“I’m gonna be an uncle.” Finch muttered, “And you fucked my sister…”

Spot waved him off, “That’s nothing new.”

Finch sprang up, “What?!”

“That’s not the point!” Spot cried, turning back to you and kissing you, “We’re having a baby!”

In fact, the boys were relieved that you guys got along, as they were nervous that you would clash heads

You and Katherine were known for being pretty stubborn. Katherine was stubborn because she grew up fighting for a place as a girl reporter, and you were stubborn because you grew up as a Brooklyn newsie and were dating Spot Conlon for crying out loud! You had to be able to fight back

Sarah was the more diplomatic one out of the three of you, but it turned out that she didn’t need her diplomacy as you all got along wonderfully

Davey even ranted a bit on how you and Katherine had turned Sarah into a more crass and rude girl (but secretly he was proud of her)

So when you had proposed the idea of singing a sea shanty you had heard some fisherwomen sing down by the docks, Sarah and Katherine were more than thrilled

And once you told them the lyrics, they were hysterical

So, when the time came to preform of the newsies, you were all very excited.

And so were the newsies

You see, before you had been swept up by Spot Conlon, the King of Brooklyn, the rest of the newsies had all tried to hit on you- even ones from other boroughs. Katherine and Sarah were also very popular with the newsies as they were two of three girls that would actually interact with them (you being the other girl if that wasn’t clear)

So the newsies were all elated when the three of you announced that you would be putting on a show

However, not the show they would be expecting. 

Spot was very proud of you for preforming even though he would never admit it.

He even stole bought you a necklace right before your show. 

You were a great newsie- one of the best he had, but Spot was still proud of you for stepping outside your comfort zone and finally making friends that weren’t smelly teenage boys

Finally the night came for you, Katherine, and Sarah to preform and the house was packed. 

The newsies that knew you three personally had come to support you. The ones who didn’t and just came along with their boroughs were excited for the fact of getting free alcohol and seeing girls preform.

So when the lights went out, a lot of cheering and whooping commenced

The three of you girls quietly high-fived each other and whispered ‘good lucks’ before heading out on stage

What a sight you all were. 

Instead of the raunchy and suggestive outfits performers usually wore, you three gals were wearing trousers and airy button-down shirts with corsets laced on the outside.

On the outside!

Now, if you will remember, this is the 1890s, and these things are seen as highly inappropriate. Which is exactly why you gals choose them

Seeing two girls such as Katherine and Sarah- both who adhered to the social laws of the 1890s- wear these outfits was scandalous. Jaws dropped all around the audience. 

Now, seeing you in pants and a shirt wasn’t the most usual thing, as you normally wore them to work. But seeing you in a corset with your hair all done up... It made Spot squirm in his seat

Because he was getting a boner

Sarah and Katherine both loved the feeling of trousers and shirts, wanting to wear them more often- telling you this fact before the show. (You agreed to let them borrow some from you later)

You, Katherine, and Sarah tromped across the stage and sat down on three stools placed in the center. The middle one, which you sat at, had a drum placed in front of it. You started tapping out a steady beat and Sarah and Katherine took that as their cue to start singing

And let me tell you, as the three of you sang your song, it had never been quieter in Medda’s theater

Hearing something so vulgar (for that time period) come out of your little, innocent girl mouths- especially Sarah’s!- had the boys shook

But this just made the three of you smile wider

Once you were done, the house was quiet

Medda was roaring with laughter backstage

Slowly, scattered clapping started up through the newsies, eventually turning louder and louder

Now, let’s get to their individual reactions

Jack, too, was roaring with laughter, very pleased with the performance he had just watched

Davey was more startled than anything, not having heard such risqué and crude things before. Sure, he was friends with the newsies and Race had certainly said some... interesting things, but not like this

Speaking of Race, he fucking loved it. Best thing he had ever seen. Ten outta ten, would recommend. He was probably the loudest newsie there, cheering the three of you on like no one had ever seen or heard before

Crutchie, on the other hand, was bright red and covering Les’ ears. Bless his pure, poor soul

And Spot. Spot was definitely “going to please you” tonight as the song suggested

He was smirking up at you with lust-filled eyes from one of the front tables and you had to prevent yourself from rushing down to him and taking him right there on the table