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emmedoesntdomath · 1 month

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this might just be a me thing, but I’m such a fan of characters not referring to themselves with their nickname. like. they’re doing a whole inner monologue, and it’s sad, and depressing, and generally pathetic, but then their best friend calls them their nickname and it’s like. oh. yeah :)

because they may suck in their own heads. they could very well be the worst person alive in their own little brains. but when someone they care about calls them that one thing with that one tone of voice, suddenly they suck a little less. suddenly they’re less of a screw up. suddenly the serotonin hits their system and it’s like watching a light come on.

they might not be good enough, but the person everyone thinks they are is, and secretly, that makes them feel just a little bit better.

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bwaybby09 · 4 days

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During a Tornado Warning:

Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?

Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!

Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.

Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.

Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.

Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.

Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.

Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?

Jack: I don’t know…

Spot: That’s what I thought.

Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.

Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.

*bonus*

Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!

(Race grabs onto Spot)

Spot: Oh, get off me! No!

Race: Hold on to me!

Spot: Get off me!

Race: I am saving your life!

Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!

#newsies incorrect quotes #source: superstore #newsies #newsies musical #jack kelly #spot conlon #davey jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #les jacobs #racetrack newsies #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #albert newsies #crutchie #crutchie newsies #sprace #spot x race

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the-racer · 25 days

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modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.

modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.

modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.

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suddenly--sam · 1 year

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Yes, Jack Kelly kissed a girl in the last 5 minutes of the movie, that does not take away the other 1 hour and 56 minutes of loving gazes and just general gayness between the newsies, specifically jack and davey but still.

#newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #javid newsies #The looks istg #jack x davey

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little-miss-biatch · 6 months

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Davey: I’m cold.

Jack: here, take my jacket.

Racetrack: I’m cold too

Spot: *burns down a building* here you go

#javid newsies #javid #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #racetrack x spot #spot conlon #Jack Kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #newsies bway #newsies broadway #musicals #musical theater kid #musical theatre #music #theatre #theatre kid #incorrect quotes

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frogmanfae · 11 months

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Okay so I have this fun little list of things that either I have said or my friends have said that I would name a song and anyway here are Newsies as my potential song titles

#these are really just quotes from my friends #but fall out boy showed me literally anything can be a song title #newsies #newsies live #david jacobs #gay #lgbtq #jack kelly #javid #spot conlon #trans spot conlon #racetrack higgins #race higgins #davey jacobs #jack x davey #this is so silly

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sl-newsie · 4 months

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Run Your Mouth (David Jacobs x Fem Brooklyn Newsie)

Request: While David and Jack are in Brooklyn trying to convince Spot to join the strike, Davey sees a girl in the corner of his eye.

Davey’s POV

“So is this Spot Colon a big deal?”

“Just wait and see.”

It’s funny how fast a person’s life can change in a day. First I’m selling newspapers, the next I’m being taken to Brooklyn. I’ll admit I’m really anxious to be in such an unfamiliar atmosphere, especially with the tough Brooklyn newsies watching our every move.

“Where is he?” I whisper to Jack, trying to stick as close a possible. Meanwhile Boots keeps looking around with a laid-back smile.

“Be patient,” the cowboy mutters.

“Well if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”

We both look up and literally spot the one I think is the Brooklyn leader named Spot Colon.

“See you moved up in the woild, Spot. Got a river view and everything,” Jack comments.

‘Spot’ hops down and I see he’s hold’n a cane. Him and Jack do tha spit handshake and grin at each odda.

“Is that Jack?” A distant voice asks. It’s a girl’s voice.

Just then, in the corner of my eye I see a tall figure step out from behind the crates, and my heart stops. If it weren’t for her voice, one might say she’s a boy from this distance. A few strands of blonde hair poke out from under her newsie cap. She’s wearing faded gray overalls and a messy, oversized blue shirt that’s left with two undone buttons, leaving part of her chest exposed. As the Brooklyn newsie steps closer, it only highlights her feminine charms even more. It’s the eyes. Her eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that I’m drowning in- Get a grip, David!

She twirls a walking stick as she struts forward to meet us, appearing to size me up. “Who’s the geek?”

“I, uh-” For once in my life I dunno what to say!

Lucy’s POV

Spot likes to keep things simple in Brooklyn. We’s the toughest there is, therefore there’s little threats. But that also means we don’t get too much action ‘round here. I thought the highlight-a the week was gonna be when Bucky threw Scab into the river, but I was proved wrong when Jack came by for a visit. I’s one-a Spot’s lookouts, so I’d overhoid earlier about ‘Hattan’s strike business. I just never believed they’d have the guts to come here and ask for help. Jack’s here, and he brought company. I recognized Boots immediately, but then see an unfamiliar face. A cute one at that. I know Spot will club me for think’n like a lovestruck dumb blonde, but just ‘cause I’s a Brooklyn newsie don’t mean my goilish instincts are shut off.

Now the guy keeps look’n at me, his piercing blue eyes analyzing me as if I’m a museum art piece.

“Who’s the geek?” I ask, both curious and as a flirt.

“I, uh-” the blue-eyed newsie stutters.

I can tell Spot already knows what game I’m playing ‘cause he keeps try’n to block me from get’n closer.

“Jack, tell the mouth he’s got no chance with Pickens. You know the rules.”

Cowboy looks back and forth between us, then accepts defeat as he pulls the ‘mouth’ away.

Now Spot turn to Boots. “How’s it hang’n?”

“Got some nice shooters for ya!”

Boots hands him a few smooth rocks. Spot then takes out a slingshot, loads it, and aims at a nearby bottle. “So Jackie boy, I’s been hear’n things from little boidies.” He shoots, caus’n the bottle ta shatter poifectly. “Things from Queens… Harlem. They been chirp’n in my ear, tell’n me Jackie’s boys are plann’n on a strike.”

“Well, we are,” the new guy says assurin’ly.

I’ll give him credit for spunk. Most folks don’t even got the cahonies to look at Spot, let alone talk back to him.

“Oh yeah? Yeah?” Spot gets up in his face, try’n to intimidate him. “Whis is this Jackie boy, some kind-a walk’n mouth?”

Jack looks out from under his cowboy hat. “Yeah, it’s a mouth with brains. And you’ll here what he’s gotta say.”

Spot considers this, then agrees by lean’n against the crates and wait’n for their explanation. “So Jack, are all the odda boroughs pitch’n in?”

“They is wait’n for what Spot Colon is do’n.”

Now the new guy jumps in. “They say that Spot Colon- you’re the key. That Spot Colon’s the most famous newsie in all of New York. And if you join, we’ll be unstoppable. You just gotta join!”

Spot seems to think it over, and I can tell it’s really got him think’n.

“You were right, Jack. Brains. But I got brains too. How do I know you got what it takes? How do I know you’s won’t go run’n the first time some goon comes at ya with a club?”

“‘Cause I’m tell’n ya, Spot.” Jack replies.

Spot sighs impatiently and begins to walk away towards me. “That ain’t good enough, Jackie boy. You gotta show me.”

That’s Brooklyn talk for “no,” which don’t seem to please Jack. He nods respectfully and gestures for the two boys to follow him out. Deep down, I’d be lying if I said I weren’t disappointed to see the mouth go. He must feel the same, because he keeps looking back at me and is hesitant to follow. So much that Jack has to grab his arm to lead him outta his trance.

“Sorry, Davey. Rules state that goils don’t get involved with business.”

Davey? Ah, so the geek has a name.

I saunter forward and go to stand next to Davey, give’n Spot a sassy look. “Who says this is business? I’m go’n for a walk, and you can’t say no.”

Just like that, the King ‘o Brooklyn is reduced to a speechless mess. “Wait- You can’t- You seriously- Him?”

I laugh at his scatterbrained speech and point to Davey. “Yes, him. Be back in an hour!”

Quickly, I grab Davey’s arm and pull him through the crowd-a Brooklyn newsies towards the bridge. Once we’s alone, I relax and set a leisurely stride. All the while Davey looks as if he’s seen a ghost.

“You ok?”

He nods slowly, still stare’n at me.

“Can ya still talk?”

Davey flashes a noivous smile and licks his lips. “Hehe, maybe. Depends if you’re gonna stop being too gorgeous to look at.”

His woids make me suspect a joke, but his face don’t say that. He ain’t kidding.

“You… think I’s gorgeous?” I tilt my head in consideration. “Yeah, just like every guy in Brooklyn. Look’n at me like a piece-a meat.”

This seems to erase all-a Davey’s worried nerves, because he’s got a different look on his face. One more determined, like a debate leader.

“I don’t think you are. Why would they think that?”

I scoff. “Everyone does! Like I’s just a dumb blonde who don’t know squat! Just anodda pretty face. No offense Davey, but I was hope’n you’d be a break from those guys.”

Davey halts in his tracks and grips my shoulders, and I have to resist my fight response to punch his adorable face.

“You’re not just a pretty face. I don’t know much about Brooklyn, but I do know that Spot Colon is a big deal. I admire how you’re confident enough to dominate over him, but don’t have an intense ego. If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind having an intellectual conversation with you instead of gushing about how you’re making my heart melt.”

He takes a deep breath, have’n just spilled his guts to me. This, in turn, has left me speechless. Never once has any newsie in Brooklyn been smart enough to carry on an educated conversation odda than what’s in the papes. Heck, some of ‘em can’t even read!

Davey must take my silence as rejection, because he’s get’n noivous again.

“Sorry if I upset you. I… have the tendency to talk too much.”

“I like that.”

His eyes go crazy, almost try’n to double think what I said. “Y-You like it? It’s not annoying?”

A smile grows on my face and I nod. “Go right ahead, Davey. Run your mouth. I don’t mind.”

Something gets triggered in Davey, because he immediately starts lecturing about social issues. Part of it I understand, but some is a bit too complicated.

“Wait, wait. How do you know all this?”

Davey gets a cute blush on his cheeks. “I used to be in school, before my father had an accident that took him out of work. Now I gotta sell papers to earn money.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. You got family, yeah?”

“Yeah. Do you?” Davey rethinks this and quickly adds: “I’m sorry, that’s a personal subject. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“No no, ‘s alright. It ain’t new to me. I never knew my folks. They threw me in an orphanage as soon as I could talk, and I’s been a newsie since I was five. So, you was say’n ‘bout the problem of over-achieving?”

Davey gets back on track and continues. “I believe that success should be celebrated but to an extent. We shouldn't let our praise go to politicians and business men's heads. After all, living a healthy and free life is its own reward. What's wrong is that our economy has made it appear that being rich and important is better than being content with the little things in life.”

“Ain’t that a fact,” I scoff. “They don’t know what real wealth is.”

“By the way, we never got a real introduction.” Davey stands up straight and holds out a hand to shake. “My real name is David. David Jacobs. I- I know we literally just met, but- Are you familiar with the story of Romeo and Juliet?”

The name washes over me. “No?”

Davey shakes his head and tries again. “There’s something called love at first sight. Maybe you'd know about that, Miss…? Gosh, I don’t even know your real name!” He chuckles. “Some romantic I must be. They call you Pickens, right?”

His innocent smile makes me soften up, bringing a hand over to grip his. “It’s Lucy. My real name’s Lucy, in case you wanted to know.”

“I- I did want to know. But I gotta ask- why me? You didn’t even know me, yet you’re so open to talking with me.”

“Because-a you, genius. You’s actually got brains in that pretty head-a yours, unlike most guys here who got cement for brains. And if at any time you’s ever feel like talk’n, come visit me. Or bedda yet, ya could ask me out?”

Davey stops dead in his tracks, blabbering on like a drunk squirrel. “Ask you- Like- Like a date?”

“No, like an interview. Of course a date, genius!” I laugh.

Davey still ain’t convinced. “But I’m me. I’m not like most guys-”

“All the more reason I’d luv to go on a date with you, David Jacobs.”

He laughs out loud and foist I think he’s make’n fun-a me, but then he gets a bewildered look on his face. “I was just thinking earlier about how fast a person’s life can change in a day. Now my life’s changed even more!” Davey smiles and gently takes my hand. “Thank you, Lucy! Thank you so much! I- I’ll be good to you, I promise. And you can choose the date location, of course.”

“Always a gentleman, I see.” Look’n into his kind eyes, I lean up and give a quick peck to his cheek. “Thanks, Davey.”

By now Jack and Boots have caught up, both give’n us funny looks.

“Hey, um, David. Spot instructed very clearly for us to tell you to send Pickens back. I suggest you do it before something intense happens.”

Davey nods in response, still dazed by my kiss, then turns to me to give me a quick handshake. “See you soon?”

“I’ll count the minutes, genius.”

#newsies #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #newsies broadway #jack kelly #david jacobs #spot conlon #davey jacobs x reader #davey newsies #davey jacobs #newsies x reader #newsies fanfiction #newsies 92 #92sies

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ethereal-bumble-bee · 3 months

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Chapter 3 of When the World Falls Into Anarchy is out!

when the world falls into anarchy (2002 words) by etherealbumblebee Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992), Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, Finch (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs, Les Jacobs Additional Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Danger, Survival Summary: One month. It’d been one month since the first signs of the plague showed up, since the first person became mad with fever and insane with bloodlust, since the disease had ravaged the world until there was nothing left. Spot had been lucky somehow, able to stay far from the infected, but as far as he could tell, he’d been the only one. … A zombie apocalypse AU.

#We’re back folks #Bee’s writing again 👍👍👍#newsies #newsies musical #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #newsies fanfiction #newsies fic #zombie apocolypse au #sprace #javey #spot x race

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amelka-anxiety · 10 months

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HUZZAH! THE MUCH WANTED JAVEY POST!!

this took too long, ill try to post more soon! also, im working on another short sprace comic! so keep ya eyes peeled :>>

#newsies #newsies musical #spot newsies #newsies fanart #javey #javey newsies #jack kelly #jack newsies #david jacobs #davey jacobs #davey x jack #fanart

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emmedoesntdomath · 1 year

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*sighs* anyone got any newsies fics or hcs they would love to see? someone (@crystallizedtwilight) (whom I adore and respect very much but also- what the fuck, bro) dragged me back into this fandom kicking and screaming with their lovely art and now I have the strongest urge to write something, but we’re tired children with zero creativity to our names, so.

headcanons? aus? the tiniest fragments of an idea?

#newsies #uksies #92sies #jack x davey #javid #javey newsies #jack kelly #sprace #race x spot #livesies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #david jacobs #jeremy jordan #crutchie newsies #brooklyn’s here #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #emme’s bad ideas

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ghostslikemystories · 10 months

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Not to be a musical theatre freak or anything but hey newsies fans? Go listen to The Boxer, the Mumford and Sons version. It’s very sad and lonely newsies to me and at risk of being an even bigger nerd here’s which verse is which character (with lyrics):

Verse 1: Davey/crutchie

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, Such are promises

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway stations running scared.

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters where the ragged people go, looking for the places only they would know.

Verse 2: Jack

Asking only workman’s wages I go looking for a job, but I get no offers, just a come on from the whores on 7th avenue

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there.

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, going home

Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me.

Bleeding me, going home

Verse 3: Spot

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carried the reminder of every glove that layer him down and cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

#newsies broadway #newsies #livesies #newsies live #newsies 1992 #newsies 2012 #newsies musical #uk newsies #uksies #spot colon #trans jack kelly #jack kelly #trans davey jacobs #jack x davey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #Spotify

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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year

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Requests are Open!!

So... it's been ages since I've posted on here, but I've finally got some actual time and I've just gotten back into the musical... fandom? I guess? Idk what to call it lmao

But I recently saw West Endsies, which made me fall in love with Newsies all over again, which led to me falling back into the rabbit hole of musical fandoms! So I'm going to be deleting all the old requests I have (unless I'm particularly inspired for one in particular), and opening requests for new characters and the same old ones!

It's going to be for short little blurbs, based off of a prompt list (linked here (credit to: @mangocherri))

Here are the characters I will write for (if you want to request for someone else not listed, feel free to - but also please also put who you wouldn't mind me writing for, if I don't feel comfortable writing for your preferred character (if that even made sense lmao)) - I've put a * next to my favourite characters to write for!

Platonic requests and ones not from the prompt list are also welcome and encouraged!

Newsies

Jack Kelly

Crutchie *

Racetrack *

Davey Jacobs

Spot Conlon

Katherine Plumber

Mike Faist

Riff * (also willing to write for other Jets/Sharks)

Dodge Mason

Connor Murphy

#newsies x reader #jack kelly x reader #crutchie x reader #racetrack x reader #davey jacobs x reader #spot conlon x reader #katherine plumber x reader #riff x reader #dodge mason x reader #connor murphy x reader #mike faist x reader

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miryum · 2 years

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Okay I had an idea for a Spot Conlon x reader!!

Passing out outside his door after getting soaked, Spot finding the reader and taking them inside his room to take care of her.

She/They pronouns of you don’t mind!!

Spot Conlon was anything if not intelligent. He had risen through Brooklyn not only on account of his strength, but his smarts. He had his smarts with him when he became the King of Brooklyn. He had his smarts with him when he upped his paper buying- buying and selling a hundred and fifty papes instead of only one hundred. He had his smarts with him when he beat up the Delancey brothers for harassing one of his newsies.

However, he may not have had his smarts with him when he agreed to join Jack Kelly’s strike and he definitely didn’t have his smarts with him when he carried in an unconscious girl that appeared on the Lodging House doorstep.

“Spot?” Knicks ran up to him. “We have a situation- wait. You have something bigger going on.” Knicks noticed the girl in Spot’s arms. “Who’s that?”

“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.”

Spot grinned, “I guess I am.”