Newsies OneShots

Please.- Jack, Sprace

Angst.....I think. Im not really sure how it works. I hope this is okay.

Also TRIGGER WARNING! One of the main characters is refusing to eat and has bad eating patterns. If that triggers you I'm very sorry🙏

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Jack pushed the bowl of cereal in front of Race.

"Eat it."

"No", Race pushed it away. He sat in the chair staring straight forward, his arms crossed against his chest.

"Race-"

"No! I'm not eating it."

Jack sighed and took the bowl of cereal and sat in the chair beside his brother. He took the spoonful of cereal and shoved it in his mouth, looking Race in the eyes as he chewed.

"See", Jack swallowed. "Not poisonous. Will you eat it now?"

"No, no, no", Race shook his head. "I-I-I don't believe you. I don't- I don't want it."

Jack sighed again and looked at the doorway, finding Spot in it, leaning on the frame of tearing white paint. His nails were inbetween his teeth as he nearly chewed them raw out of worry for the younger boy.

Jack pleaded for help.

I don't know what to do. Spot used his his eyes and brows to communicate.

Well, we have to do something, Jack sighed. We can't leave him like this. I want my brother back.

Spot sighed and made his way to the suffering blonde boy. He grabbed a cookie- the ones he made the night they found out Race was missing.

That was almost three days ago.

Spot had immediately called Jack and tried his best not to cry the whole night. The both of them yelled some and sat in silence for more. That night, they swore not to tell the boys- Brooklyn or Manhattan- about Race's disappearance until he was ready.

It probably wasn't smart, but a lot more got done faster than if every single boy was worried for the second of the Manhattan "Newsies", as they called themselves.

Spot sat down on the other side of Race, placing the crackers in front of him. Race curled in on himself as much as he could.

That broke Spot.

"Heya, Race", Spot chuckled, a sad half-smile on his face, his eyes pricked with tears. "How are you?"

"I'm okay", Race muttered, staring at the table. His accent was thicker.

His accent is thicker. Don't panic.

"H-hey", Spot stuttered. "You know, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I did miss you."

Race continued to look at the table.

"A lot."

Nothing.

Spot licked his lips. "So, I, uh, I made cookies. I made them. Like you taught me."

Race seemed to be interested, but there was no real telling as his gaze never left the wooden furniture. Jack sighed and slammed the table lightly, removing himself from his seat. He turned around and closed his eyes, running a hand down his face. He turned and took his frustrated eyes to Spot's warning ones.

You need to calm down, Spot says silently. You're actions aren't helping him.

Jack continued to look at him, his eyes and brows telling everything. Well, sorry if I feel hopeless and frustrated.

If you need to take a breather, Spot nodded, it's okay.

Jack nodded and walked out of the room. Spot gave his attention back to Race.

They sat in silence, afraid to do something wrong. Spot was afraid Race would start crying again, and Race was afraid Spot would get mad.

Spot looked at the cookie and broke it in half perfectly. He grabbed a napkin and placed it in front of him, smoothing in out. He grabbed Race one and did the same, placing one half on one napkin.

"I'll do it if you will", Spot agreed, moving the napkin closer to the blonde. The latter stared at it, looking for anything suspicious.

"I could also go first, if you'd like", Spot tried to smile, but it was hard. It usually was these days without Race's bad jokes and crude humor. "Or we could do it together? You're choice."

That's when Race looked up. A choice?

Race looked back at the cookie. "Is-is it-

"Chocolate chips with peanut M'n'M's", Spot finished, his voice breaking. "You're- you're favorite."

Spot will forever swear that he saw a small smile on Race's face. And he will promise for eternity that it was the second best moment of his life.

"Please", Spot begged, not letting go of hope.

They sat there until picked up his cookie.

"Okay", he agreed, looking at Spot's eyes. "But only- and only- if you do it with me."

Spot smiled and picked up his cookie, every memory he had with this kid flowing through his head. He stared at Race's eyes.

"I'm ready when you are", Spot assured.

Race looked at the cookie for a few minutes, making sure Spot wasn't cheating, nodding.

"Alright", Race looked at Spot and watched he put the cookie in his mouth at the same time Race did.

They chewed and swallowed, Race looking at the table again, and Spot making sure he didn't mess up.

Race sighed.

"Thank you."

Spot smiled, standing up and glancing at Race. Can I hug him?

Race nodded, somehow knowing what Spot wanted.

Spot embraced him in a hug, almost afraid to let go. After a while, Race hugged back.

"Thank you", Race muttered, crying.

Spot hugged the boy tighter, not worried about the tear stains on his shirt.

"Of course."

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I have never done this before. It made me kind of sad.

Well, I hope this was okay. Again, I'm sorry if this triggered anyone. I tried to avoid any diagnosis-y words. But if anything did seem wrong to you, please let me know. I'll fix it as quick as I can.

Five✋🏾