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Disney needs to make a series of newsies but like with girl Spot from newsies jr and uksies yk? And we could have both katherine and Sarah in it, yk?

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So earlier I asked yall what AU you wanted for a Sprace fic and yall chose soulmate AU so here you all go.

Race had always believed he didn't have a soulmate. He just didn't see himself as a guy to settle down with a guy or girl. But today was his sixteenth birthday, the day that his soulmate's favorite thing would appear on his collarbone. Medda was throwing him a huge party, even inviting some of the Brooklyn Boys since Medda was like a mom to Spot.

Jack was the first to arrive at Race's party, and the two played card games until everyone else arrived. "GIN!!!" Jack yelled as he jumped out of his chair.

"You nitwit, we're playing Go Fish," Race spat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jack said, sensing the anger in Race' tone. "Spot hasn't rubbed off on ya, has he?" Jack joked again, hinting at Spot's angry personality.

"I'm just nervous to see my mark. What if I don't have a soulmate? I mean I always thought I didn't want one but what if I do someday?" Race replied nervously, his voice quivering.

Jack pulled him into a hug, not knowing how else to comfort him. He knew how worried he was when he got his mark, but it had led him to Davey. The love of his life.

As people started to arrive, Race cheered up for the most part. "Everyone gather round! It's almost 5:12, the exact minute Race was born! Ready to see your mark?" Medda asked Race.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Race pulled down his shirt collar, and his breath caught in his throat. He knew exactly who it was.

Part 2?

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Newsies as things I've heard band kids say pt. 3

Race: I'd bet my whole life savings that flutes will fuck up this solo (we fucked up the solo)

Spot: what's the difference between a Ferrari and a dead body? I don't have a Ferrari in my garage

Jack: I'm gonna have a mental breakdown over this piece of fucking music

Davey: *the only one who notices the repeat sign* THERE IS A REPEAT SIGN IDIOTS

Albert: Lincolnshire Posy can kiss my ass

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kisses so hard they leave bruises

another sprace fluff fanfic literally nobody asked for

Tw: language, bruising, non-graphic depictions of violence

Spot was always seen as a tough guy. It may be because he was constantly getting in fights, or because he was actually super clumsy, or both. But one problem he had was that he bruised so easily. Like bump your shoulder into the wall and he'd have a bright blue bruise for two weeks.

Race was always the one to take advantage of that. He would kiss Spot roughly on the neck, leaving bruises for a week. It was his way of showing the world that Spot was his, and his only.

Race was on his way to Brooklyn, no doubtedly to make out with his boyfriend, when he saw a crowd on the bridge. He forced his way to see what they were crowding around, and his breath caught in his throat. Spot.

His Spot. In a fight.

Without even thinking about it, he dragged his boyfriend off of the other boy, who he recognized as the leader of the Bronx newsies.

"Yea, you need your little boyfriend to fight you battles, ey Race?" The taller leader shouted, and Spot tried to go after him again, but Race wouldn't allow that.

"What is he talking about?" Race asked, confused at what he was talking about.

"He thought he could talk shit about you so I beat that shit out of him," Spot retorted angrily, glaring at the other leader.

"It's ok babe, just leave him," Race said, rubbing circles on his boyfriend's arm. The only person who could ever calm Spot down was Race. It was like Spot was a bull who constantly saw red, and Race was his calming goat.

the two walked back to the Manhattan lodging house, where Race led Spot to the bathroom.

"Take off your shirt," Race demanded, needing to take care of all the bruises Spot got from rolling around on the ground while beating up some guy.

"Not even gonna take me on a date first?" Spot joked before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing bruises scattered around the shorter boy's toned muscles.

"I already have dipshit," Race joked, bandaging the few cuts Spot got as well.

"Watch your language you little shit," Spot replied while laughing, ignoring the slight pain and stinging from Race cleaning his wounds.

"I love you Spotty," Race said before pressing a light kiss on his lips.

"Don't call me that,"

"Well?"

"I love you too Racer,"

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I feel called out... 5'2 and probably won't get much taller (if I do It probably won't be by much) but maybe that's why I got casted as Spot in my school's production of newsies

how tall are you!!!!!!

i am unfortunately 5’4 BUT STILL GROWING

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Daily reminder to get some sleep and don't stay up late writing Sprace fluff that you quite halfway through and start a new one.

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Yes yes, everyone is gay. Love you too

Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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Ok ok but the same for when Alex dies, JEFFERSON AND THE GAY YEARNING and imagine them randomly making out after screaming bloody murder at each other and Washington just has a fucking mental breakdown like yea, lams, but jamilton

Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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Ok but Jamilton smut/angst would be so much better

Or like Jamilton fluff where alex is stressed and Thomas cuddles him until he feels better?

Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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No no no no no. Almost everyone can agree that enemies to lovers is way better! They would be screaming at each other and then just randomly start angrily making out!

Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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Can I just say jamilton would be such a good couple? Like their rivalry would make them hate each other, but when they really get to know each other, they just fall in love yk?

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*spot walks into the Manhattan lodging house*

Albert: *points at him*HE'S FUCKING SPOT CONLON!!

Jack: *without looking up* who, Race?

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Spot: I don't do stupid shit

Albert: what about Race

Spot: you know, you got me there...

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Doing theatre is, at the end of the day, about going insane about your characters for months, if not years, after you played them. Double so if the character was a secondary to minor character.