Summery: You meet someone weird at your sisters wedding.
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My sister Alice was getting married. She was getting married to a man named Frank Wallace. I was iffy about her marrying him, he wasn’t rich and he didn’t have any education, but she loved him and I respected her decision. She was happy and that’s all I could ask for. I ended up being one of her bridesmaids. It was currently the after party, they were officially married. I was sat at a random table, eating some food. There were a few newsboys here which I guess would make sense since I’m pretty sure Frank was one before he tried to get a better job for Alice.
The sound of a chair scraping against the ground caught my attention. Looking to my right I noticed a cute newsboy sitting down next to me. Not being good in social situations I looked back down at my plate of food. Did I just think he was cute? I mean from the glances I took, his blonde hair that was slightly gelled back and his blue eyes that shimmered like crystals where breathtakingly beautiful. How is he a newsboy? He looks more like a leader. He wore a button up shirt and baggy pants that were held up by red suspenders. In the belt loop of his pants was a…pimp cane? Why would he have that?
I suddenly felt myself become conscious of every move I made. Like I have to try and impress this boy whom I found attractive. I took smaller bites of my food and sat up a bit straighter than before. I felt a small blush cover my cheeks as I felt his eyes on me. Or maybe that was just my imagination? I looked over at him and caught his stare. I felt my breath hitch as he didn’t look away, but instead smirked.
“Uhm, hello,” I said softly trying to break the tension.
“Hello sweetheart,” He replied back with a strong Brooklyn accent. I felt my heart flutter at the pet name but it was also unusual.
“M-my name is (y/n), not sweetheart,” I grumbled out looking away from the cute boy.
“Pretty name foar da pretty lady,” He smirked leaning a bit closer to me. “Da name’s Spot, Spot Conlon. Nice ta meet'cha.”
He was flirting! With me! I don’t know how to flirt back, but I don’t know if I even could.
“Nice to meet you too Spot,” I said sending him a smile.
“You'se da brides friend?” He asked pointing out my bridesmaids dress.
“Sister,” I corrected. “You’re the grooms friend?” I asked.
He nodded, “Would you'se like ta dance?”
My body felt warm and I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of everybody INCLUDING Spot! I fiddled with my dress and looked down to my lap.
“I don’t know how to,” I shrugged.
“Jus’ follow my lead,” Spot said standing up and offering me his hand. I looked at it for a few seconds before taking it and letting him drag me onto the dance floor. There weren’t many people dancing. Alice and Frank were still dancing and so was ma and pa, but that was it. Everyone else was chatting with each other and eating. Spot placed his hands on my waist and I placed my hands on his shoulders. We swayed gently back and forth, which I felt comfortable doing. He spun me around a couple times making me giggle. When the song ended Spot dipped me and our faces were very close. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever before he lifted me back up and kissed the back of my hand.
We sat down and talked the rest of the night away. Not only was he cute, but he was funny and was very sweet towards me. Everything was done people were leaving, I was heading off with my parents and they were ready to leave. So I took this chance to ask Spot something.
“Will I see you again?” I asked and my parents patiently waited for me to be done.
“You know it,” He smirked. “If you'se evah need me go to dah Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging and ask foar me. I’ll tell my boys that if a pretty lady asks foar me ta let her.”
I nodded and pecked his cheek, “I’ll see you then.” I then left with my parents to go home.
I couldn’t stop thinking about the cute boy that I met at my sisters wedding.
A/N: high school au, image found on google. spot conlon from the movie, not the musical. female reader. very first one shot i made back in like 8th grade so expect trash writing. fluff.
I sighed. Spot got into a fight. And it was only the first day of school, in first period. How does that freaking happen?! It's first period, for goodness' sake! And the first day of school, too!
"How. Is this. Even. POSSIBLE?!" I said slowly at Spot.
Flashback:
Spot and I had walked into first period together, and the first thing Spot did was see another kid and glare at him. His "rival" according to Spot. But you just saw him as another jerk. Another jerk who made your life a little more annoying than it should have been. And this jerk was known as Joseph Grey.
As far as I knew, Spot and Joseph had been enemies since they met each other, which went a long way back: preschool. Apparently, Joseph did something to Spot--I didn't ask what; I never had to--and Spot hated him ever since.
"Hey, Conlon." Joseph taunted, smirking. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to watch. "Ya got a new girl?"
Spot clenched his fists and blew air out of his nose, attempting to ignore him.
"Is she a whore like ya last girl?" Joseph called out again.
That was the last straw. Spot pulled his hand out of my grasp and flew at Joseph. He punched Joseph in the nose, and I slightly smiled at the sight of a bloody nose. He really deserved it, you know? He had been teasing me the past week. (But Spot didn't need to know that.)
"Nobody." he hissed. "Nobody. Calls my girl a whore." Spot raised his fist and punched Joseph again and again.
When Joseph was a bloody mess and it seemed like Spot wouldn't stop, I groaned. My boyfriend may be great, but he doesn't exactly do the right thing at times. I went up to them and held Spot's raised fist, restraining him from punching Joseph. I put my hand on the small of his back, which was the spot that sent chills down his back and made him stop whatever he was doing, and he lowered his fist.
I sent a hard glare at Joseph. "Go home and get washed up." I told him coldly. "I'll take care of your absence."
Joseph just quickly got up and ran out of the room. I turned Spot to face me, my eyes softening a bit.
"You need to stop getting into fights." I told him kindly, tugging him to his seat. "Come on." I sat him down, then sat down in the seat next to him. "We can talk later." I said, then saw his expression. "Or never. Yeah, we won't talk about this."
~~~~~~~~~
At lunch, Spot got into another squabble, yet again. I groaned and put my head on the table. My friend sat next to me, soothingly rubbing my back. Her boyfriend sat across the table from us, intently watching the quarrel.
"That kid never learns, does he?" I said, but it was more of a statement than a question.
But my friend answered anyway. "He may be hard-headed and stubborn, but he is a sweet guy. I mean, that was the reason you got with him in the first place."
I groaned again. "Thanks, Zoe."
"No problem!" she replied cheerfully as I raised my head again. Spot was still at it, and something bad was going to happen if someone didn't intervene. I sighed. It seemed like every fight Spot got into, you had to be there and stop him before he went too far.
"Uh, (Y/N)? You might wanna stop Spot from beating the other kid up." my friend's boyfriend said. Sighing, I got up and walked over to them.
"What's the problem here?" I asked, putting on a fake smile and wrapping one of my arms around Spot's waist.
"This nitwit here doesn't know how to watch the road." Spot said angrily.
I sighed. "Look." I started, glancing at the boy. I saw he held a book. "Just because he has his nose in a book does not mean you can randomly stir up trouble. I always have my nose in a book and you don't complain. Okay?"
Spot opened his mouth to object, but I raised my eyebrow and he closed his mouth in defeat. "Okay."
I smiled warmly at the other kid. "Sorry about that."
The boy nodded back, then walked away. Spot and I walked back over to my friend and sat down in our respective seats. Spot slumped in his chair, looking downcast. He put his head in his hands, grumbling to himself.
"Hey, Spot." I said. He looked up.
"Wanna come over tonight?" I asked him.
His eyes lit up and he smiled. "Sure."
~~~~~~~~~
We sat on the couch, watching Age of Ultron (because it's one of the best Avengers movies) when we should have been doing homework.
"Hey, Spot?" I asked, getting Spot's attention.
"Hmm?"
"Do you want to tell me why you got into a fight--or two--on the first day of school?"
Spot sadly shook his head. I sighed, then snuggled closer to Spot. "You need to stop getting into fights." I told him simply. "I might not always be there for you."
He sighed. "I know. I don't know what I would do without you."
A/N: bc i’m craving Race liking a Conlon sibling so bad
Masterlist//Crazier Than You
Song: Pulled from The Addam’s Family
Requested: no
Warnings: none
Word Count: 778
“Why do we have to go to Manhatten? Race is there, Spot. He’s so annoyin’!” You complained with a frown.
“Stop frownin’. Manhatten is askin’ for a little bit of help with all their new newsies. We’re da best of the best,” he says with a grin. “Now, let’s get goin’.”
You walked to Manhatten and the minute you got to their lodge, Race was running towards the two of you, with his signature smirk, curly blond hair, cigar in mouth...and those sparkling, dazzling...blue eyes.
You felt yourself supress a smile as he looked you up and down and took the cigar out of his mouth.
“Long time no see, Spot. You as well, (Y/N). You look wonderful as eva’.”
I don't have a sunny disposition.
I'm not known for being too amused.
My demeanor's locked in one position.
See my face? I'm enthused.
Suddenly, however, I've been puzzled.
Bunny rabbits make me want to cry.
All my inhibitions have been muzzled,
And I think I know why.
I'm being pulled in a new direction,
But I think I like it.
I think I like it.
I'm being pulled in a new direction.
Through my painful pursuit,
Somehow birdies took root.
All the things I detested impossibly cute.
What do I do?
Pulled
You were always known to the other newsies around New York that you were quite stand-offish, frowning most of the time, and it was rumored you were more scary and violent than Spot was.
But here in front of you, Racetrack Higgins was making you melt.
What the...what is this? A good, kind, warm feeling towards Higgins, possibly the most annoying person I’ve ever met, you asked yourself.
You looked at him once more, and felt butterflies in your stomach.
“I actually got you somethin’,” he said, his hand reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small yellow flower. “To hopefully cheer your day up.”
You plucked the flower from his hand and looked it over...a yellow flower was most definetly something that you would never like, but it was so pretty.
WHAT IS THIS?! Your thoughts screamed, echoing and racking your brain.
Mother always said be kind to strangers,
But she doesn't know what they destroy.
I can feel the clear and present dangers,
When she learns that the boy...
Has got me pulled in a new direction,
But I think I like it.
I think I like it.
Spot pulls you away and the two of you walk over to Jack to find the new newsies.
“You be nice to these kids, alright. Don’t want ‘em to be scared away. They need da money, just like we do.”
You nodded your head in agreement.
Spot had always told you to be nice to kids, strangers...people in general, especially Race. But if he knew that you thought you might just have feelings for Race, he’d be done for.
There’s a line for him, and that would be crossing it.
But you liked these feelings for Race. He was making you happy...so genuinely happy, with his stupid handsome face, and that stupid adorable grin, and those stupid blue eyes that distracted you.
I'm being pulled in a new direction,
But this feeling, I know is impossible,
So I'll confide that I've tried but I can't let it go.
It's disgustingly true!
Pulled, pulled, pulled!
Have got me pulled in a new direction!
If they keep insisting, I'll stop resisting.
Just watch me pulled in a new direction.
I should stay in the dark,
Not obey every spark,
But the boy has a bite,
Better far than his bark!
And you bet I'll bite too,
Do what's truly taboo,
As I'm pulled in a new direction!
“Hey sweetheart! I’m supposed to help you sell with da new kids. Spot sent me...he’s worried you’ll scare them.”
“Of course he is.” you laughed.
“You...laughed? I’ve never heard you laugh before,” Race remarked. “I like it.”
You felt an urge, to do something that would definetly get you in trouble with Spot.
Kiss him, (Y/N). Kiss him.
You looked at the boy, who’s cigar was in a pocket instead of between his lips.
His lips are freeee, your thoughts nagged.
“Race,”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
You stood on your tiptoes, and reached for Race’s face, which was a good foot away from you. But it was as if he knew what you were doing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours, and in the spur of the moment, he grabbed your waist and picked you up a little bit off the ground.
Jack always warned me about Brooklyn. It was my first day selling, so Jack offered to help show me what to do. We were done selling and we passed by the Brooklyn Bridge which looked super cool. I know it's just a bridge and all, but it was the biggest bridge I've ever seen. The urge to walk at least halfway and look down at the water ran through me every time I passed it. Which was a lot since I passed twice a day to get to and from my selling spot.
It's been a few years since then. We had a strike and I got to meet the King of Brooklyn himself, Spot Conlon. He seemed very cold with the constant glare and talking about how he'll soak anyone he has to. Yet when we met me he was way nicer than how he looked. He made tons of jokes that I didn't get but that didn't stop us from becoming friends. He even invited me to visit Brooklyn whenever I wanted to. Which lead to the predicament I'm in now.
"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.
