#Spot conlon Fanfic

[orangesand-lemons-234]

School Newspaper AU

Set in the present time, all the Newsies are a part of the school newspaper when they notice that the head teacher, Mr Pulitzer, has set up a new anonymous advice column called "The Bottom Line." Nobody knows who's the one writing everything and have been desperately trying to figure out who it is.

Jack, the cartoonist, has ended up becoming friends with a member of the exhibition committee, David. Though if you were to ask Katherine, Jack's best friend and head reporter of the paper, he most definitely has a crush on him.

As The Bottom Line grows more popular, and Jack starts to notice how distant and stressed David's becoming, he starts to put the pieces together and realises the pressure Davey's under by Mr Pulitzer to keep the column running with no help whatsoever.

When he looks around at the whole newspaper committee, he realises the stress everybody is under. The only photographer, Racetrack, is constantly running around the school to take pictures of everything he can, Katherine's running out of ideas for headlines, Crutchie and Albert, the editors have the shortest deadlines ever and none of them have any help in these positions.

So he declares a strike. They're striking until Mr Pulitzer gives them the help necessary to keep the newspaper running.

[no-i-wanna-go-down]

The desperate search for good, finished Newsies fics that aren’t modern aus or just aus in general because MY GOD there’s so many :( no hate to anybody who writes modern aus it’s just that part of the charm of Newsies for me is the time period if that makes any sense actually at all

Anyways if anybody has fic recommendations that take place in the canon time period please gimme. Preferably a decent mix of angst and fluff, just all around good fics :)

[artemis-lynn]

NEWSIES FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

Ok. So. I've been needing to make this for a while, so I'll just put down my favorites in no particular order, it's SO hard to pick...

Summer Camp AUs :3

Mountain Ridge Camp for Boys by timetogoslumming

Javey & Sprace, T, 22/22

This is a really good summer camp AU of newsies! I love how it combines canon plot with a modern AU!

Summary: David was just looking for a summer job when he applied to work at Mountain Ridge Camp for Boys. He had no idea how much would change. For the first time in his life, David is part of a brotherhood, but not everyone is on the same side.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation by studentnumber24601 (Itsy Royal)

Javid & Specs/Dutchy (Sputchy?? Idk, but I <3 this ship) & Blink x OC, T, 40/40

The prank war in this is honestly the best + the reluctant ladies man Mush is LOL, it had me guessing the ships till the very end, especially with Blink.

Summary: Modern-day newsboys at summer camp. Will wacky hijinks ensue? Gee, ya think?

Make Off Like a Band(it) by thespiritscalling

Sprace, G, 14/14

OMG. It's the funniest summer camp au I've read that sheds light on band camp (I'm an orchestra kid so this was hilarious to me). I especially love the That's Amore remix near the end lmaoo

Summary: It's the summer after graduation. Race is ready to hit the road- metaphorically, of course- but before that happens, it's time for one last stint at the Camp To End All Camps: band camp. Armed with nothing more than a French horn, two best friends, and reckless abandon, Race decides it's going to be the best final year of camp anyone's ever had. It'll be full of excitement, laughter, music, and an absurd crush on the lead trumpet player. Wait. What?

Canon Era :3

Their Mistake Is They Got Old by PenzyRome

David & Katherine, but the side ships are Newsbians and Javey, T, One Shot

You're gonna need the tissues for this one. I literally sob every time I read it, it's literally one of the best fics I've ever read. It's poetically tragic and heartbreaking and beautiful and HOLY CRAP!

Summary: Katherine Plumber, 17, had been so sure that she could stay the same, that she could stop the world, that she'd stay young forever. The world kept moving, though, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, and it forced her to move with it.

When Manhattan Met Brooklyn by warrior_sif

No ships cause they're kids, T, 4/4 (but the second one isn't finished :( )

Wow. Just wow. This one is honestly sad and I love the brother relationship between Jack, Race, and Spot and how Jack feels abandoned, like Race chose Spot over him. READ IT.

Summary: The only Manhattan newsies that Spot Conlon deals with are Jack and Race. A look back at how they met, eight years before the strike, when neither Jack nor Spot were leaders and Race just wants to sell at the racetracks.

False Rumors and The Truth Behind Them by FrogmanFae

Sprace, M, One Shot

This one is...heavy. The Refuge is such a bad place :( I love it though, the writing is beautiful.

Summary: Rumor has it that Spot Conlon and Racetrack Higgins met when Race started selling in Brooklyn because of his love for gambling. That isn't as true as the other boys in their lodging houses tend to make it seem. Though, they don't necessarily mind the false rumors. They hide the much darker truth. The truth that still causes Race to make the walk from Manhattan to Brooklyn in the middle of the night sometimes, even several years later. Or...It's pretty easy to form connections with someone you're forced into sharing a bed with while you're both being tortured.

The King & The Cowboy by goldenbiebah

Sparah <3, Spot/Sarah/Jack love triangle, T, 11/? (not completed :sob: )

I love this one, it really touches on how Jack is kinda toxic and how Sarah can have someone wayyyy better *cough* Spot *cough*

Summary: Spot Conlon and Jack Kelly are the fearless leaders of all the newsies in Brooklyn and Manhattan. They have a perfect system and hundreds of boys who respect and look up to them. But what will happen when the two leaders let selfishness and pride break up their friendship? And what happens when Spot's dark past begins to catch up with him? And where does Sarah Jacobs fit into all of this? Find out in The King & The Cowboy. Fights will break out, romances will clash, and lives will be lost in an epic struggle to salvage both new and old relationships.

Modern AUs :3

We Are Newsies by VeronicaWeasley (this is my sole ff.net one but likeeee it's too good to be ignored)

There are so many ships that I can't remember but I do know Sprace is one, T, 80/80 (I know that's a lot but it is SO worth it holy frick)

Ok. So. This one is like SO good. It's my fav high school AU because it has a really genius way of incorporating the canon plot with the perfect amount of angst, fluff, and more! :D

Summary: The same old story, the same old song. A tale in which the newsies of Lower Manhattan go on strike, and David Jacobs gets roped into it. High School AU set in 1999. Told through the eyes of multiple characters.

Captivity by Hexmari

No ships :), M, One Shot

I LOVEEE this one it's so crazy and you're in for a wild ride when (it's so cute that you think I'm letting that be an if :) ) you read it.

Summary:

“Ma– you seriously can’t do this to us!” Jack argued, “I mean it's Halloween!”

Charlie was quick to back his older brother up, “Yeah, do you want us to become hermits? Because that's what keeping us captive here all night will do!”

Medda rolled her eyes, “You will not become hermits by staying in for one night. It won’t be too bad, you can break into our Halloween candy and put on some horror movies, and Ester will be here with David soon. No kids are going out tonight, it’s just a safety precaution. Especially because of recent events.”

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When a kid in their town goes missing, paranoid parents decide to keep their kids home on Halloween. Even after their mom forbids them from going out Jack, Race, Charlie, and their friend David sneak out, coming up with a theory that their old neighbor is behind the boy's disappearance.

The Beast of Brooklyn by ArtemisRayne

Sprace + side Javey, M, 26/26

This one is soooo worth staying up late for, it's amazing in every way and my heart aches for Spottie boy. And Race. And Jack. And David. But mainly Spot :)

Summary:

Racetrack Higgins always thought it would be his own vices that got him into trouble one day; turns out it's his Ma who does it for him. When Ma Higgins crosses the local drug lord and leaves him high and dry with a target on his back, Race's saved by a mysterious stranger who gives him a safe place to hide—a short-tempered and anti-social stranger covered in horrifying scars, with a past as dark as the marks on his body. However, the longer Race spends in the Brooklyn house, the more he comes to discover about the boy beneath the scars: a boy who is just as trapped as Race and twice as damaged. Befriending the two men who live in as hired help, and chipping away at the mysterious "boss" and his walls, Race might even manage to find a place to call home.*Beauty & the Beast/Beastly AU fusion*

Forever With You by 손 현숙 (safarikalamari)

Sprace, T, 14/14

ajlskdfjalkjdkajl this one is so sweet. The concept of it is super interesting and I just LOVE ittttttt.

Summary: In 1899, Spot Conlon is the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, writing away his thoughts and hiding them inside his desk for safekeeping. Meanwhile, in 1999, Tony Higgins receives an antique desk for his birthday and finds an old letter stuffed in one of the slots, the name, Spot, his only lead in this mystery. What becomes of that summer is a series of time-traveling letters, falling in love, and the realization that Spot and Tony know each other better than the two ever could have imagined.

Pirate AUs :3

The Truth About The Stars by ArtemisRayne

Javey + side Sprace, T, 10/10 (long chapters but it's worth it!)

OMG. This one is amazingggggggggggggggggggggggg I love the fantasy/pirate twist on the best movie/musical on the planet Earth!

Summary: The rest of the world might not think Jack Kelly is destined for much, but Jack knows better. He just needs to get away from the city, to some place where he can be more than just another nameless orphan in the chaos of New York City. So when someone offers to pay his way to Santa Fe in exchange for crossing the Wall and retrieving a fallen star, he jumps at the chance. He just wasn't expecting the star to be so, well, human. Jack makes a deal with the fallen star named David to get them both home, but the magical kingdom of Stormhold has so much more in store for them both. People are tracking David, secrets from Jack's past leave him in danger as well, and injustice is rampant in the kingdom. Throw in a climate of political upheaval, a renegade noblewoman, and a crew of fugitive sky pirates, and soon all of Stormhold will know that change is coming.

A Pirate's Life Is Never Easy by ChaosFairytale <3

Sprace + side Blush & Bumlets x Swifty, M, 9/? (it's an ongoing one shot series that has frequent updates)

OML I LOVE U SO MUCH CHAOS YOU'RE MY FAVORITE FANFIC WRITER AND I LIVE FOR YOUR WRITING TYSM FOR EXISTING!!!!! Her writing is the best and this is such a good story! (read Toss A Coin To Your Pirate first)

Summary: A Pirate's story doesn't start easy and it won't end easy, but there are many fantastic stories to tell throughout it. A series of One-Shots set in the "Toss a coin to your Pirate" universe containing different POVs, Backstory of a lot of characters and shorter stories about the relationships of the characters over the years.

Toss A Coin To Your Pirate by ChaosFairytale <333

Sprace + side Javid and Blush, M, 2/2

YUSSS CHAOS AGAIN!!!! <3 a million kudos. She writes almost exclusively about 92sies and I'm so here for it! READ THIS!!!!!!

Summary: Racetrack hadn't expected to see his hook-up ever again and had certainly not expected him to be the feared pirate Spot Conlon, but he also didn't have time to worry about that right now since his captain, Jack, desperately needed his help. He'd wonder later how he could maybe seduce the pirate captain once more. Because you'd miss every shot you didn't take, right?

Drumroll please...my all time favorite fanfiction....

FIVE by stress

Sparah + Davey/OC/Jack love triangle <3, T, 11/11

I finished reading this last night and got literal chills. The plot twist is wild and I love it so much, but you might need the tissues again! Can't spoil, but you NEEEEEEEEEEEEED to read it >:( It is the absolute best piece of reading on the Earth and I can't get over this. It's just...wild.

<3

Summary: A lot can happen in five years. Don't believe me? Ask David. Ask Spot. Ask Jack, or Racetrack. You can even ask Oscar Delancey. They know. They're the five who've been waiting for this moment. Waiting for what? They'll never tell - but this story will.

Idk if I should be doing this....but I'm gonna plug my own work and also give a fanfic update!

What Feels Like a Thousand Years by yours truly, ArtemisLynn

Sprace + mentioned Jatherine, G (?), One Shot

I'm honestly so proud of this one, it's one of the best pieces of writing I have ever done...

Summary: War has always been a foreign concept to Racetrack Higgins.. Even when America goes to war in 1941, he never gives it much thought....until it hits a little too close to home and his secret boyfriend, Spot Conlon, is drafted into the U.S Army. Will he make it home safely, or will Racetrack's one and only love be lost overseas...forever?

I also have chapter 1 of Jack Kelly's Guide to Being a Parent out, though I don't know if I'm going to complete it....

Fics I'm working on: -I have a couple chapters of this one boarding school newsies modern AU I'm doing done but not posted

-A Sparah fanfic that currently is in the early stages

-A Sparah princess bride AU in the planning process

-I'm toying with the idea of a newsies Descendants AU....thoughts?

Damn this post became long. ANYWAYS. Bye and have a great (insert timezone)!!!

<3 Artie

[chaosfairy18]

Right now no drawing but instead a little introduction because I did get a few new followers and of course have to promote myself haha I also publish fanfics as ChaosFairytale on ao3 and my most famous work is (based on hits) this here: Rumour has it, someone tried to dethrone Spot Conlon with almost 4,5k hits now wow Still proud of that accomplishment that I actually finished it!

Then my current focus is the Pirate AU I'm doing with @thatoneandlonelyemo2005, the 'Main Story' which is Sprace focused has been out since November and now we're onto backstory that starts 10 years before 'Toss a Coin to your Pirate'! It will include all 92sies Newsies (with cannon names as well as some more) and we're right now like 4 years in but now most of the stories start I think :)

I also have a few other stories if you're interested, like a Frozen AU I did for the fic exchange and at least halfway of a UKsies Sprace fic, sorry, but the Pirates took over for that one. Would be very thankful if some of you checked it out!

[eri3ne]

hope less romantics

sprace fanfic

Racetrack Higgins was a newsie, a gambler, and a troublemaker. A jack-of-all-trades if you will. He was all these things to the public, and on his own time, he was something of a hopeless romantic. Hopeless, not in the way that he spent all of his time consumed by the idea that love would come along and everything would be alright. That one day he would meet “the one” and know immediately and without any issue “true love” and all that. He was not naive enough for that. But, sometimes, late at night or on days when business was slow, he would let his mind wander. He would imagine what it would be like to love, and be loved. To share his life with someone he cared about. To share the boring, mundane parts or life with. But, another thing that Race was, is a realist. And he had accepted that that just, wasn’t gonna happen for him. He could imagine and daydream as much as he wanted, but he didn’t lead a life where romance was anywhere near his top priority. It probably shouldn’t even be in the top fifty things Race should be thinking about. And yet, here he was.

Spot Conlon was The King of Brooklyn, feared by newsies throughout all of New York. But, in reality, he was just another kid, another kid with, what felt like, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He knew that he had grown up all too soon, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Though, sometimes he wondered what it might be like to not have all of his responsibilities and such a reputation to uphold. But, he would never pass it on to someone else, he couldn’t imagine not doing what he does. Most of the time he enjoys it. Well, as much as someone can enjoy being a newsie and being “in charge” of at least fifty of your peers at any moment. But there were perks to it, like friends that became family. Spot loved his life despite the less than desirable work conditions and the stress he often felt. He’d accepted his place in the word and decided to make the most of it.

-

Race was running down a sidewalk in Brooklyn heading for the bridge and back into Manhattan when he ran into Spot Conlon for the first time. And he did just that, ran straight into the guy, didn’t even realize he was there. The two boys fell to the ground at the collision. Race scrambled to apologize as quickly as possible while jumping up and running off simultaneously. Spot just sat there for a moment confused. No more than a few seconds later, Spot saw an older looking man running in the same direction yelling, but he couldn’t quite tell what the man was saying. And that only made him more confused. Who was that kid? Who was the man chasing him? Why was that man chasing him? The boy, in his haste, had dropped and left his bag. And out of curiosity Spot picked up the bag, its contents were quite minimal, a couple of newspapers and a hefty handful of change. Now, Spot didn’t know the boy this bag belonged to, but he was pretty sure that he knew where its home was.

Usually, after he was finished working for the day, Spot would go back to the lodging house, play cards with his friends, grab a bite to eat, and then go to sleep. But, today, he missed out on his nightly routine to take the long trek to the Manhattan newsies lodging house. Despite his fantastic reputation, Spot is a pretty nice guy, he normally wouldn’t go this far out of his way to return a lost belonging, maybe he was just feeling particularly generous on this particular day. So off he went, the stranger's bag in hand.

It was a surprisingly pleasant walk, and eventually Spot arrived at his destination. The door was propped open so Spot decided that that was an invitation to just go in. The first face he saw was a familiar one, Crutchie, one of the newsies always hanging around Jack Kelly.

“Jack around?” Spot asked when he noticed the confused air of the boys around him.

“Haven't seen him in a few.” Crutchie continued with a smile, “But, I could take a message if you needed?”

Spot thought for a moment, “Nah, no need.” He held out his hand with the boy's bag, “Just return this to its owner. I’m pretty sure one of your guys left it over in Brooklyn this afternoon.”

“Oh!” Crutchie and Spot heard from a distant corner of the room over the sound of a boy jumping up and promptly falling back down. They looked over and saw a boy making his way over. “That- that's mine. Gimmie just a sec…” The boy reached them, slightly out of breath, and stood directly facing Spot. He stuck out his hand, to either shake Spots hand or grab his bag, both of the boys were quite unsure. So, Spot quickly shook the boy's hand, and immediately handed the boy his bag.

He turned to leave and, so as to not be rude, said, “That's all, night fellas.”

And, as he was leaving, Spot heard a quiet “Thanks” from the boy. Who had seemed just as flustered then, as when he had sprinted directly into Spot a few hours beforehand.

-

Race had no clue what to do with himself. His whole day seemed to be a big string of disasters. He had managed to sleep an hour late, and not a single one of his friends had thought to wake him up. So he got a late start, he went and picked up some papers and headed off to work. By the afternoon, he found himself over in Brooklyn. Playing cards. With a group of rather terrifying men who were easily twice Races’ size.

And, maybe he’d cheated a few times during the game, and maybe he gained money when he shouldn't have. But, what the men didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. And besides, it was in his nature, he couldn’t help it, the risk is what makes playing the game so much fun. That is, until someone notices. And that is exactly what happened. And the guy Race had been “stealing from” seemed pretty serious about getting his money back.

So, Race made the most logical decision.

Start running.

And lucky for Race, he was fast, and this guy didn’t seem like he could say the same. So, he gathered his things, newly earned money included, and he was off. He was weaving through the streets and alleyways, street vendors and commuters with ease. Until. Until he turned his head to see how far he was from the man who was chasing. And-

Whack!

Race ran into something, well…someone. And, full disclosure, he was pretty much just planning on jumping back up and bolting. That is, until he glanced over and noticed who exactly he had run into. The Spot Conlon. All he could think for just a moment was, wow. This was Spot Conlon, the king of Brooklyn, right in front of him. And then, Race dropped back into reality. He was being chased by a grown man and had just run Spot Conlon to the ground. That thought of “wow”, quickly turned into a mental stream of “fuckfuckfuckfuck.” As he quickly said sorry, and did as he had planned to as soon as he fell down.

Race ran all the way back to Manhattan and somewhere along the way he lost the guy chasing him. But by the time he got there he had honestly, sort of forgotten why he was running, he had gotten a bit caught up in doing it, and the horrible interaction that he had along the way that he didn’t even care about the situation that got him there. He had gotten out of it, and that was really all that mattered to Race.

By the time he got back to the lodging house, Race had come to two conclusions.

Number one: Well that was embarrassing

And number two: he had lost his bag along the way.

He had lost his bag. Along with the money. But, he supposed there was nothing he could do about it. It was gone and he was pretty sure that he would never get it back.

Race had gotten over the embarrassment and the loss within a couple of hours. He had gotten engulfed in some random conversation which was no doubt being blown out of proportion, when, out of nowhere, it felt like the air had been sucked right out of the room. And everyone’s attention turned to the doorway.

Race half expected there to be some sort of fight going on at the door, but he was wrong.

Spot. Conlon. Was at the door. He was having a conversation with Crutchie, but from the far corner of the room, Race couldn't tell what they were talking about. But after a moment he saw Spot hold up a bag. Race’s bag. Well, he got it back. But right now he kinda wished he hadn’t.

In a moment where Race had evidently lost any control of his own body, he found himself getting up from the table where he had been talking with his friends, walking over to the door and saying the words, “Thats mine,” as well as some other muttering that no one, not even Race, could quite make out. But he eventually got up to the front of the room and retrieved his belongings. Race had no clue what to do with himself after the fact. So. He just stood there for a second, and sorta just looked at him. Spot that is. Eventually, Spot turned to leave and Race finally found it in himself to say thank you. But, honestly, he wasn’t quite sure the words actually came out of his mouth because absolutely no one reacted. As soon as Spot was gone, Race turned back around and went right up the stairs and lay in his bed just staring at the ceiling.

Well…that was fuckin’ embarrassing.

So. New lesson learned. Apparently Race lost any and all control that he had ever had over his actions in the presence of Spot Conlon. Good to know.

-

For quite a while after he ran into that boy on the street, Spot Conlon had been curious about the boy. His name, who he was, and what on Earth he had been doing in Brooklyn? That last question was paired in Spots head with the question of how he didn’t know that there was a newsie from Manhattan in Brooklyn. For years, Spot had made it his business to know everyone else’ business but somehow.

After multiple days of asking around, and receiving nothing but shoulder shrugs and confusion as to how he didn’t know who was spending time on, as many of Spots friends had pointed out, his turf, Spot finally discovered who the mystery manhattan boy was. Racetrack Higgins, Jack Kelly's second in command, a teen with a smoking problem, and even bigger gambling problem, and the part which most interested Spot, a boy from Manhattan who spent more than his fair share of time in Brooklyn.

Now, Spot Conlon wasn’t nosy, he let people have their space and he expected the same in return. However , every so often, when something piqued his interest, he was known to…forget about that. So maybe he learned from a few of his boys Racetracks' usual selling spot in Brooklyn. And maybe he would find himself passing by more regularly, and maybe he ended up selling papers just across the street from Racetrack a few times. But it was just because he was curious. An odd kid, who shouldn’t be there, was there and Spot was just keeping an eye out. No ulterior motives to be seen here.

-

Race spent a lot of time thinking. He didn’t have all that much else to do with himself. He thought himself to sleep at night and made up little stories in his head on slow days. He knew that he had a habit of overthinking things, but he supposed that that was the price he paid for his hyperactive mind. Recently many of those thoughts had been filled with questions about one Spot Conlon.

Did he know who Race was?

Did he hate Race?

Did he think about that one horrible interaction as much as Race did?

Was he stalking Race?

How was he so intimidating?

And why was Race thinking about him so much?

These were the things that filled Race's head all day, every day. And he had an answer to only one of them.

Spot Conlon was most certainly stalking him. Every single day, for almost a month, Spot had been there. At some point in the day, at least. Race started to notice about a week in, he had never seen him around before, and now, Spot Conlon was everywhere.

And maybe it wasn't about Race at all but that wasn’t a thought that would ever cross the boys mind, not in a million years. Because rational thoughts never came to Races mind. But rather, stupid, irrational, and to those he might share them with, utterly ridiculous and/or insane (he’d been called all of the above by those close to him). And this habit was continued on one faithful day, after about a month of being haunted by Spot Conlon.

-

Race noticed that Spot had been standing directly across the street from him. In the same place, for hours. Usually when he’d show up he would be gone again within the hour, but this time, this time he lingered. And Racetrack wanted to know why. So, he crossed the street as soon as the woman Spot had been talking to left. Maybe he nearly got hit by a car on the way over but that was not his greatest concern, Race was on a mission.

“Heya Spotty,” he said as he approached and, why the hell did he say that, why did he call Spot Conlon a nickname? They didn’t know eachother like that. They didn’t know each other at all.

And evidently Spot felt the same way, “Don’t call me that.” Nothing else. No pleasantries exchanged. Neither of the boys really knew what to say. Spot had no clue why Race was there, and, well, Race had never been very good at planning out his endeavors.

“What do you want Racetrack?” Spot finally broke the uncomfortable silence. So he did know who Race was.

“Well, the funny thing is, is that, that's actually what I was gonna ask you, Spot. I’ve never seen ya over here before and I was just wondering why I started to recently.” and at this point Race knew he was rambling and he really had no clue what to do about it. He just kept talking and was quite frankly praying that Spot would interrupt him.

And for a good while, he didn’t. Race was getting extremely embarrassed but he just. Couldn’t. Stop. Talking. Finally though Spot interrupted him. “Wait wait wait, whaddaya mean you wanted to know why I’m here?” no reply from Race, who was catching his breath from his little rant. “‘Cause, my bein’ makes perfect sense to me, me living here and all. It's you I’m a tad confused about.” Race knew that it would probably be more productive to shut up at this point, go back to his corner, hell, maybe even back home for the rest of the day. But, Race had never been particularly good at doing what he should, the “smart thing” if you will.

“Well, Spotty,” WHY OH WHY DID HE SAY THAT AGAIN , “I’ve spent plenty of time here over the years and I’d never even seen you in person til a few weeks ago. I mean, I was startin’ to think you were just, like, a myth to scare people away from here. But like I was sayin’ I spent plenty of time here and I’ve been selling over here most days outta the week for like…a year now. And you just recently started poppin’ up. Everywhere I go.” Silence and complete indifference from Spot. “Well, what I'm gettin’ at is, are you following me, Spotty? I mean why else would you be everywhere I am?” Now, Race had meant for it to be at least halfway a joke. He honestly had really just wanted to talk to the mysterious boy. But Spot did not appear to find any humor in anything that Race said. In fact, he seemed pretty irritated at him, or maybe that was just his face? Race wasn’t quite sure.

“Get outta here Racetrack,” Spot finally said as he turned to leave.

And, not wanting to anger Spot further, for once in his life, Race actually did what he was told to. He gathered up his few belongings and returned to Manhattan for the rest of that day.

With full intentions, of course, to return to Brooklyn the next day.

[clevereverest]

“Now or Never” - Multichapter (Ongoing)

Chapter 1 • “Prologue”

Chapter 2 • “13 Days to Game Night”

Chapter 3 • “10 Days to Game Night”

Chapter 4 • “9 Days to Game Night”

Chapter 5 • “8 Days to Game Night (Part 1)”

Chapter 6 • “8 Days to Game Night (Part 2)”

Chapter 7 • “7 Days to Game Night (Part 1)”

Chapter 8 • “7 Days to Game Night (Part 2)

Chapter 9 • “5 Days to Game Night”

Chapter 10 • Out now!

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Summary and tags below • Tags are subject to change as updates are released

[backgroundnewsiesarebomb]

"Please, Spotty!!" Race begged. Spot went blank. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he just call me Spotty?' Spots mind raced with thoughts, but his expression showed no emotion despite the growing red flush on his face. "Hey, you good?" Race asked after a beat, not fully snapping Spot out of his trance but enough to speak. "Yeah, jus' thinkin'." " Well ya done thinkin'? We gotta go." Spots heart speed up. "Sure." He said. Race instantly grabbed his arm and tugged him to Medda's theater. But Spot wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking of the long walk back to Brooklyn. He wasn't considering how fast the night was approaching. He didn't remember the few moments before the interaction and how he yawn three times in the past minute. But how could he? Race called him Spotty.

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies but better written and five years late: a newsies multichap coming tonight, july 2, 2023 EST

hi hello. it’s me saph. back at it again.

the title is exactly what this looks like.

for those of you that were familiar with the first iteration of this story, welcome back, i’m so happy to have you. for those of you who are not, welcome to my long anticipated spies fic. this was originally published under the user @/suddenly-im-respecsable in about 2018-2019 (there is the early version still floating on tumblr but i have changed my url since and it’s not easily findable) and was cross posted on ao3 but was taken down

the basic gist of the story was that race and albert were fbi agents and were field training jack. they get summoned to nyc (where they were trained) to deal with some super hard gang case that no one can crack. in the process they meet spot who is working for said gang and wants out. davey jacobs is the head of the nyc branch of the fbi and hates race and albert because they almost blew up his weapons lab.

i think i got through 14 ish chapters before realizing the whole thing was badly written and in order for it to be what i wanted it to be i needed to redo it. and then i graduated high school and started college and changed fandoms and started dating my boyfriend and there was a global pandemic and then i graduated college and all of that.

and now, 5 years later, i am back on my bullshit, this time with a creative writing degree under my belt and @ainti-pretty to force me to finish what i started. the plot is all relatively the same, just a little tweaked. i never got to the point of all the plot twists so if you read the original version you have no spoilers besides some background knowledge that i am changing around a little. im working entirely off of my original hand written outline that is on the back of my notes from my 11th grade english class

and what motivated me to do this now you may ask? well i’m interning in nyc over the summer and can do irl accurate location mapping lol. that and i made a tumblr to literally post this story and i never finished it so i figured that i should probably do that. and if you’re doubting that this will get finished, which, fair, @ainti-pretty and i are literally living together next year and i am certain that i will be hounded about this every day of my existence

i am tagging people who i remember being very excited about this back in the day. if you want to be tagged in future parts of this please let me know. if you don’t just feel free to ignore :) @sun-kissed-star @getchapapes @jack-kellys @spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn @fairly-awkward-trashcan @ritsunaru @heller-obama @turtle-steverogers @boygirlctommy @newsies-trash-queen @telling-tragedy @alberteatsglass

and since i have every ounce of this planned, here is my casting if you are interested:

92sies: mush, blink, davey

obc: spot, crutchie, smalls, medda, pulitzer

toursies: specs

proshot: albert, romeo, elmer, buttons, jojo, (anyone else i’ve forgotten is probably proshot)

uksies: jack, finch

race: weird combo of btc and giuseppe bausillo

katherine: a literal tiktok girlie

i am cross posting this on ao3, the tumblr version will all be tagged under #spies 2.0 and it will all me master posted and pinned on my blog.

im so excited :)) this fic is my baby and i want to thank everyone who has read it previously and everyone who will this go around. let me know if you want to be tagged !!

[riding-palominos-every-day]

Hyperfixation isn't back but I still think about the Spot and Elmer brothers AU a lot so here's another bit of writing for it

One thing every newsie in New York knew was to never get on the wrong side of Spot Conlon. Everyone knew what Spot was capable of if he felt he or one of his gang had been wronged, and when the Brooklyn leader was on the warpath you knew to steer clear.

Spot was currently on said warpath, and it was taking him over the Brooklyn bridge and straight to Duane Street.

"Kelly!"

Jack felt the whole building tremble from the force which the front door was opened with. Although 'opened' was something of an understatement; 'violently kicked in' would describe Spot's method of entry more appropriately.

"Easy, Spot. What's the problem?" Jack kept his tone light, trying to sound calmer than he felt.

"Y'know damn well what's the problem!" Spot snarled, stretching up to his full height and getting in Jack's face as best he could, "I ain't had much time to chat with your boys lately, thanks to your little speech at the rally, an' of course we've been busy since then, but d'you care to tell me why my little brother's head was wrapped up like that last time I saw him?"

Jack paused, choosing his answer very, very carefully. The knowledge that Elmer was Spot's younger brother was still a surprise, and it came with a whole host of trouble- for Jack, at least. Now the information was at least semi-common knowledge, Spot had no qualms marching over to Manhattan and making sure Elmer was being looked after properly whenever he felt like. He couldn't convince his brother to move back to Brooklyn with him, but he'd made it very clear to Jack what he'd do if anything happened to Elmer.

"The cops got involved during our first strike attempt, you know that Spot. Crutchie got arrested-"

"Yeah, yeah, like y'said, I know that." Spot interrupted, "Your boys got bloodied up pretty bad. What I wanna know is why you had the littluns involved. I'd rather die than let Vince or Pips anywhere near a proper fight. You took kids younger than them into a situation you knew could be dangerous."

Jack didn't have a response for that.

Spot nodded slightly, before pushing Jack roughly aside.

"Now let me see my brother."

Jack stayed out in the hall, his heart pounding. He almost wished Spot had gotten properly angry; he could handle being hit, even by Spot Conlon. It was the reminder he'd put his kids in danger he hated having to think about.

Elmer had been relatively unharmed aside from a cut on his head, but Jack had learned very quickly just how fiercely protective Spot was of his little brother. He prayed to no-one in particular Spot didn't inspect the still-healing injury too closely.

"Don't get mad at Jack, Spot. Please."

Elmer's voice drifted from the bunk room, breaking Jack from his thoughts. He didn't like to eavesdrop, but the fact Spot had left the door open implied they weren't too bothered about having a private conversation.

"I'll get as mad at him as I like." Came Spot's reply, "It's his job to be lookin' after you, not puttin' you in the path of strikebreakers or bulls. Lemme see that cut."

"I'm twelve, I don't need lookin' after! And I wanted to be there anyway." Elmer protested, attempting to push Spot's hand away from his head. The bandages were off and the cut was healing, but Spot still swore when he saw the size of the injury.

"Yeah, you're twelve. Still a kid last I checked." Spot muttered. He gave Elmer hair a brief ruffle before sitting back.

"You sure I can't convince you t'come over the bridge? You'd still be allowed to come visit here, and I'd-"

"I'm sure, Spot." Elmer's tone wasn't unkind, but it had an edge of finality, "These guys took me in, I... I don't wanna just up and leave. We both know how hard that is. I appreciate your offer, you know I do, but..." He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Spot wrapped an arm around him pulling him close to his side. In most cases Elmer would squeal and twist away, but this time he let himself lean against his older brother.

"I get it. I don't mean t'fuss over you so much." He said, "Well... I do, but that's 'cause it's my job. You're my brother, I'm s'posed to look out for you."

Elmer shifted closer, relaxing.

"I'm glad you're my brother."

[kingofyewnork]

sprace canon era love confession

OMG. ok sorry this is so late I keep seeing it then forgetting it I swear im not usually this bad at responding to things 😭😭 but here we go!!!

race has always known about the king of brooklyn, and about spot's reputation, but he hasn't ever really met the guy, only seen him in passing

obviously this changes during/after the strike

race can't seem to put his finger on it, but spot just doesn't strike him as intimidating for some reason. he can totally see why people do find spot scary, but he just...doesn't feel The Vibe.

he thinks spot is quite an interesting person, like there's a depth to him that race can sense but not quite see yet

(contrary to popular belief, race is actually a very observant person--he just functions at high speed all the time)

so he takes to spending more time around brooklyn. yknow. for research.

he thinks he's being sneaky, but spot knows that one of the manhattan boys is hanging around more than necessary. he lets it go though because race is tall and funny and pretty and spot likes seeing him around

(it's for political reasons. purely. he has an alliance with manhattan, he's not about to kick one of jack's boys off his turf and face hostility from the other borough)

gradually, race worms his way into the brooklyn newsies' community. he's like an honorary brooklyn boy, and no one bats an eye if they see race hanging around the brooklyn lodge dealing cards or smoking with some other boys.

this means race can get closer to spot, closer to figuring the king of brooklyn out.

spot is like a puzzle--he looks solid on the outside, a smooth surface that tells you what you see is what you get, but race knows there's something in there, and if there's one thing race can't stand, it's a puzzle he can't solve.

so he strong-arms his way into spot's circle. he charms the pants off sean conlon, who (grudgingly) grows to like race not only for his pretty face but also for his personality. he makes spot laugh

(not that spot would ever admit it. he insists that he simply tolerates race because he knows race is popular with his boys. that's it.)

they start spending time alone. just the two of them. at first, it's because race won't leave spot alone, trailing after him and running his mouth in a way that should be annoying but is instead endearing, and then it becomes routine.

spot kisses race first.

it's one of the days that race has finished selling early, so he drops by brooklyn to follow spot around as spot passes out the rest of his papers

he's prattling on about something silly that's been going on in manhattan when spot takes him by the arm, drags him into an alley, and just kisses him.

race is surprised, obviously, but he has Rizz™️ so he takes it in stride.

"well well well. looks like I've seduced the king of brooklyn, huh?" -race, accompanied with a cocky grin and wiggling eyebrows

"shut up, dumbass."

"aw. you love me."

spot doesn't deny it.

oh goodness. that was longer than I expected it to be. but yes send me more of these I love thinking about my boys!!!

[orangesand-lemons-234]

So remember my headcanon that Splint and Albert were siblings, but Splint was the only person who knew? Remember that? Yeah, okay, so I finally wrote something to go with it.

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Dear Albert

I don't know if I'll actually give this to you. Maybe I'll get nervous at the rally, and this letter will remain in my pocket forever, but either way, I need to get this out of my system somehow.

I know for all these years, you've known me as the Brooklyn girl who's constantly breaking her arm and hurting herself, which is true. I am quite accident prone, but so are you! I've seen you get into reckless fights with the Delancey's on many occasions, and I must admit, I have cheered quite loudly when you defeated them. Nice to know we have the same slightly violent tendencies.

I'm getting sidetracked, so allow me to get back to the main reason for this letter. There's no easy way to say this, so here it is.

I am your big sister.

I don't even know if you remember me when I was at home. You were still quite young when I left and became a Newsie. You were tiny, but still as loud and fierce as ever, though. Your attitude seems to have stuck with you your whole life, and I'm glad. You certainly know how to stand up for yourself.

I'm sorry I left you in that house with mom and dad. I know how they could get after work and how they got when they were agitated.

I almost cried of relief when I saw you selling with Jack when you were six. While I wish you would've joined us in Brooklyn, I was glad to see that you'd gotten out, and I trust that Kelly boy to take care of you.

I'm so proud of you, I always have been.

When I saw you punch Oscar in the face, when I saw you selling for the first time, when I saw you chasing down the street after Racetrack and JoJo, knowing you'd found things you enjoy and people you really care for, I was so proud.

I hope you always remember that. Your big sister loves you so much and is so proud of you.

Soak 'em Red.

~ Your sister, Splint Constance

Albert sobbed as he read the final line of the letter, tears now spilling down his face like a river.

"It was in her pocket when we found her. I thibk she was going to give it to you at the rally, but..." Spot explained, tears pricking her own eyes as she did. "I'm so sorry, kid."

"She's gone, Spot." Albert whispered, most hope gone from his voice. "She's gone before I even got to know her."

Spot stayed silent for a few moments, wiping her eyes quickly. "...She loved you, Al. Even if it was from afar. You were her little brother, and you mattered so much to her."

"I know, Spot." Albert said quietly, rereading the last few lines of the letter again. "I know."

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[spotconln]

hi i’m back on my filipino spot agenda. got a snippet of a 92sies/uksies rewrite that i’m working on! 

“No Decision For Trolley Strikers!” hollers Spot. “Union Meeting Reaches Stalemate!” 

The third day of the new price has yet to truly hurt the newsies yet, but the mood coming into the distribution yard that morning was significantly more dour than the previous day. There wasn’t a person that hadn’t sent a glare their distributors’ way and there were comments thrown that were sharp enough to cut. 

Spot feels drained already and she’s only sold ten of her stack of hundred. It’s been an hour of selling, normally she could knock out at least twenty by now.

Maybe takin’ Kelly up on strikin’ would’a been the smart move, she thinks snidely, Could’a gotten a free day off. 

She shakes her head, no use in dwelling over it now. A choice was made. It’s up to Manhattan to prove whether it’s worth joining. She hasn’t heard anything from the other borough since the day the prices went up, and while she knows not to expect anything so soon, the silence feels odd. As if she should be hearing screams and explosions over from the other end of the bridge. But, she waits. 

“Fighting Breaks Out at Strike Meeting!” Not technically a lie. There was only a tiny bit of arguing between strike leaders and trolley higher ups. It manages to get her a sale; an older man who barely gives her time between throwing the coin in her direction and stealing the paper from her hands. “Salamat, po,” she huffs under her breath, stuffing the cent into her pocket. The same one where her treasured newspaper scrap still hides. 

She’s finishing a sale with a kinder woman who hands her a nickel when she hears it. The words get lost in the cacophony of the streets for a moment, but when she moves closer to the ladies running the fabric vendor, the conversation becomes clear as day. 

“They did what?” gasps one woman. 

“Knocked down the wagon carts and tore up newspapers, those Manhattan kids.” the other shakes her head disapprovingly. 

I’ll be damned, Spot thinks, ‘Hattan’s got a backbone after all. 

“Oh, the absolute disrespect,” the first woman says. “All the hard work gone into making them, gone just like that. What was the reason?”

“I hear it’s all because it costs more to buy the papers now. Now, I don’t understand what the big deal is. If they wouldn’t act like such children and sold more, then they’d have the funds to handle the price change. Simple saving. It’s nothing but immature overreactions, if you ask me.” 

They continue to bash the newsies for striking, but Spot walks away. She’s heard enough. 

In a spiteful and petty fashion, Spot needs to prove that the newsies are anything but lazy and deserve to have a fair price. To have them read the headline one day and realize they were wrong, that their voices do matter and can make a difference. Manhattan also did hold up their end of the bargain. Making a statement and being proud about it. Standing their ground and showing Spot their commitment to the cause. She respects that, admires it. 

But mostly, it’s because striking is the right thing to do. It’s not just a childish rebellion, but a full scale revolution.

It isn’t fair for men like Pulitzer to switch the prices on them so suddenly and without a reason. Nor is it fair of her to allow her newsies to be taken advantage of, to put the idea in their heads that what they want doesn’t matter. They need to fight before more is taken from them: their voices, their jobs, their lives. They’re more than pawns to be controlled by the game makers, they have to flip the board over and rearrange the pieces. Remake the game from scratch.

It’s their work, who says that they can’t decide the rules?

While Spot is unprepared for the difficulties that lay ahead, she understands now that they are necessary risks to take. They can’t go on fearing the day the price change truly hits and they can’t afford to make a living as newsies anymore. Spot’s aware of the influence Brooklyn has amongst the newsies. She wants to be able to look back one day and be content that she took the chance instead of living surrounded by constant regrets and what ifs. 

The newspaper from the previous day finds itself in her hands and she reads its contents once more, soaking it in, clinging to it like a lifeline. 

We think the tenacity of the Filipino purpose has been underestimated. 

She feels like a young girl again, sitting in her mother’s lap as they sit by the window while the southern sun warms their skin and hearts. Listening in adoration as she tells the story of their ancestors joining the fray alongside American troops for the freedom of others. She recalls thinking that, one day, I’m gonna be jus’ like ‘em, protectin’ others an’ bein’ scared’a nothin’. I’m gonna be a leader, Nanay! 

Here’s her chance, her opportunity to be the leader her younger self would be in awe of.

Abandoning her selling, she traverses the streets with a purpose, passing on the decision to all the newsies she comes across. With every kid that joins her, she feels their presence feed into her confidence, giving her the motivation to continue on. 

Hey, Manhattan, the calvary’s comin’.

[ratfreecog]

Brainrotting so hard right now about newsies I need to inject this show into my soul and it still won’t be enough if anyone has asks or just wants to talk about it

[imupsetaboutsomething]

Besides the fact that most of the newsies we see logically die in world war 1-

Can we all collectively agree that 1992 Spot would grow up to be a fisherman?

[str4wb3rry-guy]

hey...i am once again asking for sprace fic recommendations...please...

[clevereverest]

Is that a new AO3 draft…?

**This isn’t all the tags - more need to be added.

I barely started prepping the draft when I got the idea to promote my first ever long multichapter fic!!!

PROLOGUE WILL BE RELEASED ON WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 28!!

(Now I’m committing to that date, I can do it)