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Me, Everytime Ben Cook sticks out his tongue in Newsies

Mood-🤖

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When my computer battery gets low it tells me that I might want to plug my computer in. I am so glad that I have at least something in my life that doesn’t constantly boss me around. 

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Hey can you please add me to your taglist?? Btw I really love you work

You got it babe :)

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Hey babe idk if your writing it or you don't want to continue it but I was wondering if the 2nd part of desicion was on its way whenever you have time to write it (no rush!) And I'm sorry if it seems like I'm rushing you!! You take your time this blog can wait

I just posted it. I’m so sorry this took so long. I really hope you like it :))

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Decisions (2/3)

PART ONE

CrutchieXReader/DaveyXReader

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Because of your relationship with Davey, you quickly became friends with all the other Newsies. Romeo, Jack Kelly, Racetrack, Finch, Specs, even Les. They were all close friends that you had no problem spending time with and confiding in. They became like family to you and you were grateful for that. The Manhattan Newsies were an important part of Davey’s life and you didn’t want to not get along with them. 

There was one Newsie in particular that interested you slightly, or a lot, more than the others. He had sandy blonde hair than shined like gold, a smile that could brighten your darkest days, and a personality that drew you in like a moth to a flame. He called himself Crutchie, which was a pretty fitting name given the crutch always tucked under him arm to support himself. He was an absolute cutie that constantly made your heart swoon. Even in the first moment of meeting him you couldn’t help but fall for him. The way he beamed at you with his beautiful teeth and kissed the back of your hand made your face feel hot to the touch and your lungs feel like they were closing in on themselves. He was nothing short of the perfect gentleman, always offering to hold door open for you and complimenting you. He does it so much that around him you can’t but feel especially beautiful. 

On days that Davey was too busy to spend time with you or you simply had nothing planned to do you would spend all your time with Crutchie. The two of you would usually end up walking around the city while creating obscene headlines for the day. The best selling headline was probably “Bizarre Human-Elephant Hybrid Boy Found in the Depths of Indian Subcontinent”. People came flocking towards Crutchie to buy a paper and read about this “new discovery”. He ended up finishing earlier than usual that day which meant more time for wandering the city for the both of you. Your favorite headline would have to be when he looked straight into your eyes and yelled out “Extra! Extra! Angel on Earth Found in Manhattan Steals Local Newsboy’s Heart”. You had never been so strongly complimented before and it made you feel like you were on Cloud 9. Your face burned hotter than the sun and your heart jumped into the stratosphere. Needless to say that was one of your favorite days with him.

Another one of your favorite days that you spent with Crutchie was on a boiling hot summer day. Davey decided to spend the day with his family at a near by beach and the rest of the Newsies deemed it too hot to do anything besides sleep the day away so all you had left was Crutchie. He didn’t mind going out into the middle of the heat wave and was. The two of you ended up at the pond of a near by park. It was quite the peaceful scene. It was quiet since you two were the only ones dumb enough to leave the house in this type of weather. Even the water in the pond decided to take a lazy day as it was perfectly still, doing nothing but reflecting the sky and trees nearby. Even the birds kept their chirping to a minimum to conserve energy. 

Whenever you looked at your companion, his signature smile would be painted across his face and his eyes would be all aglow. His light brown eyes shone with great intensity and reminded you of shining brass. They had a certain look in them also. A look that made your head swim and your heart drop. It was a look full of love and adoration. It was a look that made you feel appreciated and valued. You weren’t exactly sure as to what that look was supposed to mean but regardless it made you feel like every positive emotion there was known to man. 

The two of you started your day by dipping your toes in the water. In sharp contrast to the air around you, the water was cold. The feeling of the frigid water flowing through your toes was enough to make a shiver travel up your spine. Standing in silence quickly got boring though so you decided to start moving your foot in the water. Gentle circles turned into gentle back and forth motions which quickly escalated into full kicking. With each kick of your foot out of the water came a spray of water along with it. You tried your best to keep the water from hitting Crutchie but your efforts were in vain. One particularly hard kick, one that you most certainly didn’t intend to be so hard, had water flying straight into his face. It wasn’t a lot of water but it was enough to have water droplets rolling down his face and his shirt dotted with wet spots. 

You felt bad. You really did. You didn’t mean to get him wet. You quickly went to apologize profusely but before you could get a word out you had your own splash of water spotting you with water. The cod water on your face made another shiver run up your spine. When you went to look at Crutchie his eyes were gleaming with mischievous. Another splash sent your way snapped you out of your surprise stupor. He had his crutch pointed your way with his eyebrows raised in challenge. You quickly understood what he was trying to say to you. Water fight.

The both of you stood in place and flung water at the other. You continued to kick you leg while Crutchie used his crutch. By the time the both of you were finished you were both soaking wet and out of breath. The ache in your chest and the cramps in your leg were well worth it though. You weren’t boiling hot anymore and you were happy. You decided to spend your time catching your breath on the bank of the pond, just sitting in the soft grass. Crutchie sat next to you. The two of you went back and forth between chatting about anything and everything that came to mind and sitting in silence. Time seemed to stop all together when you were together because with him you felt like you could suspend yourself in a moment and live there forever. But time didn’t stop, in fact if anything it sped up. Before you knew it, the sun was setting and the sky was beginning to burst in color.

The swirling mixture of pinks and purples and red and oranges etc was a magnificent sight to behold. The addition of clouds floating by made the scene all the more magical. In the midst of all your admiring of the sights in front of you, you didn’t notice that the person next to you was looking at you with the same looks as before. With the same look of love and adoration and appreciation. You did notice him gently laying his head on your shoulder. The weight of his head was slightly uncomfortable yet soothing nonetheless. It felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day. 

That moment was beautiful. One could even argue that that moment was perfect. Yet as all things in life are, all perfect things give way to awkward and uncomfortable things. While in his blissfully peaceful daze, Crutchie slowly began to put more weight onto your shoulder. Eventually the weight became too much and you collapsed under the pressure. You both went tumbling to the floor. You ended up lying on your back on the grass with half of Curtchie’s body strewn across yours. You were horribly embarrassed and wanted the ground to just swallow you up and never spit you out. But the moment you looked into his eyes your breath was taken away. 

The sun was gone by now and the sky was dark and full of thousands of tiny lights. The moon was full and radiating beams of white light. Dozens of small fireflies floating to and fro perfected everything. The atmosphere was smeared in magic and wonder. Crutchie’s light brown eyes were gleaming with the light of the moon, seeming to glow in the dark with its own light shining from deep within. The sight of it made your heart beat ten times harder in your chest and your head swim. Just his presence alone was enough to make you feel like you were soaring through the clouds. Then it dawned on you.

There was only one person in the world that made you feel the way he did. A certain Newsie with chocolate brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. Davey. And in that moment your stomach dropped and your chest tightened. The thought that you might like Crutchie as well as Davey made cold dread sink into your bones and a slight panic begin to buzz within your mind. The fact that soon you would have to make a decision between the two boys became apparent. To make matters worse, it would have to be a decision of love.

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The Flavor

SpotXReader

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Working in an office would be impossible without the aide of coffee. Waking up early in the morning, doing mundane tasks all day, working in silence with only the sound of the copying machine playing in the background, all of it seems to be specifically tailored to put employees to sleep. That’s why coffee is so important. Without coffee everyone would be too busy yawning and taking naps to get their work done. Without coffee no one would be able to be productive. Without coffee the whole of corporate society would probably cave in on itself.

Sean “Spot” Conlon knows the importance of coffee firsthand. He practically lives off of coffee and has been living off it since he was a teen. He was raised in a household that drank a lot of caffeine and that trait was simply passed down to him. His preferred way of drinking coffee would be black with maybe one sugar. His family would tell him growing up that strong men drank their coffee dark and bitter, so in order to grow up to be a strong man young Spot only took his coffee bitter. At first he hated it with a passion but eventually he got used to it. Though he can clearly see in his later years that the bitterness of ones coffee has very little to do with their masculinity he would still opt to take his coffee this way. It sorta grew onto him over the years.

In the company building Spot has been working in for going on 3 years is it customary for the newbie to make everyone's coffee. Because he usually takes his coffee dark with only one sugar, when it was his turn to take over the position as company coffee maker many of his office mates were completely disgusted by his coffee. Many of the complaints were centered around the theme that the coffee was too bitter. Spot didn’t care though, he continued to make his coffee the way he preferred and didn’t even bother to change for anyone else. As a result, the tradition of getting the rookie to make everyone their coffee faded. No one wanted this boy’s coffee so most just started to make their own.

This went on until you started to work there. You were never one to enjoy mundane work but you were also never one to enjoy being broke so the office job was necessary. You weren’t exactly excited to start at your new job but the paycheck and slightly better financial stability that came with it continued to motivate you to get out of your warm bed and into the workplace. The senior members had a field day with it. A new person hadn’t joined in a while so they were excited. Most of their excitement stemmed from the fact that with a new staff member came the chance to reinstate the old coffee custom. There were some that were weary, the taste of bitter, burnt tasting coffee still strong on their tongues, but ultimately it was agreed on by the majority. The rookie coffee making tradition was making a reappearance.

You hated the tradition. As far as you were concerned it was stupid and useless and just downright rude. You didn’t sign up for the job to become everyone’s barista and you surely weren’t getting paid extra for doing it so there was really no reason you should do it. Yet you still did, because you were told that if you didn’t your work life would be made hell and there’s nothing worse than making enemies on your first day. In order to be most proficient at your task, you decided to walk around the office and ask everyone how they liked their coffee to be made. In theory that was a good plan but it proved to be pretty worthless in the end since everyone ignored you in favor of getting their own work done. You were all by yourself and you had to make a whole 20 something people coffee by lunch. There was only one thing to do. You had to fix the coffee the way you typically liked it, preferably a medium dark color with about two-three sugars. Not too bitter and not too sweet. Just right.

Most people in the office were pretty impressed by your coffee. In sharp contrast to Conlon’s coffee it was actually pretty enjoyable. Actually almost everyone in the office enjoyed the coffee you made, everyone except Spot Conlon. Spot Conlon still preferred his coffee to be dark and was in no way making any effort to change his tastes. While everyone else enjoyed the rookie’s coffee he continued to make his own cup everyday. If anything he started to make his coffee darker just to spite everyone.

With Spot always deciding to opt out of the caffeine run, you had little reason to speak to him. You both worked in different areas and didn’t talk to one another at all. Spot didn’t mind that either. His philosophy was he was at his job to work not socialize, so if he just so happens to meet the new person great but if not, oh well. This continued for a few months. You would deliver the office’s coffee and skip over Spot and Spot would make his own coffee and not be bothered. Report week broke the cycle.

Report week is the most dreaded week in the office. Everyone has to start working extra hard to stay on top of their reports and have to make sure that they send them in on time. It is a week full of rushing around, the strong scent of caffeine in the air, and the sound of clacking keyboards. During that week you became the most important person on the floor. Everyone loved you and loved your coffee even more. Even the great and mighty Spot Conlon had to start drinking your coffee due to his packed schedule. He didn’t have the time to get up and make his own whenever he needed it so he was forced to drink the caffeine that was passed out by you during the day. In the beginning he hated it. It was too creamy and had far too many sugars in it. It felt as though with each sip of coffee came a fresh coat of sugar and cream to coat his tongue. It made him want to gag and spit it out but he most certainly didn’t have enough time for him to make his own cup so he just powered through it and kept working.

Since Conlon started to jump onto the office coffee bandwagon both you and him had more reason to speak to one another. At first it started with simple ‘hello’s. Then it turned into ‘how are you today’s and ‘how’s your work going’s. Quickly it escalated into staying after work to hold extensive conversations about your lives and your likes and dislikes and everything in between. Sometimes the conversations were serious and down to earth while other times it was lighthearted and silly. The brief moments that the two of you spent speaking to one another were amazing to him and often made him regret not going out to meet you sooner. If only he knew that the coffee server that he spent so much time avoiding was this amazing, he would have gone running to go meet them a whole lot sooner. You made the seconds bleed into the minutes which bled into the hours etc. Time flew past quickly and just as quickly as it started, the most hated Report Week was over. 

Even after Report Week was over and all the pandemonium was officially over, Spot still found himself taking the coffee that you handed out. You quickly became one of his favorite people in the building and the coffee was the only thing that gave him the chance to speak to you. After a couple weeks the taste of caffeine along with smooth cream and sugar became something that he was used to. In fact after a while he began to enjoy it. The sweetness that accompanied it reminded him of your sweet smile and the savory moments the two of you had together. The two of you also shared a lot of common interests and at times could even find similarities in how you were raised. You bonded with him in a way that Spot rarely did with other people let alone in the workplace. To him the workplace was supposed to be a place of strict professionalism, yet when it came to you he couldn’t seem to bring himself care. He would gladly choose to spend his entire day with you and if it took drinking coffee all day to make that happen then he would do it gladly.

Spot didn’t know how accustomed to, and sometimes even fond of, your presence he had become until one day you didn’t show up to work. The floor coffee server was gone and now everyone had to make their own. Spot didn’t mind pouring his own steaming hot mug of joe but he did miss you. He missed your smile and your eyes and the silly conversations you two would have whenever you spoke. He missed the brightness that you brought to the work place whenever you were around. He even missed your coffee. At that point his bitter, black coffee was too bitter for him to enjoy. The taste felt like sand paper rubbing against his tongue and it was absolutely horrible. It confused him. He used to love drinking his coffee that way, in fact it was the only way that the was able to drink his coffee, yet now it was far too bitter for him. His tastes had changed and that was all because of the coffee server. Because of you. When that realization dawned on him, his heart momentarily skipped a beat.

The rest of the day was rather unproductive. How could he possibly do all of his work with the thought of you stuck in his head. Now that he was painfully aware of the impact you were making on him and his preferences, he was fixed on you. He made an insufferable amount of mistakes while he was working and was frequently caught zoning out. He became hyper aware of the void you left when you weren’t there. He was antsy from the lack of conversation that day. He had become so used to speaking to and confiding in you, that now that he couldn’t do that he felt deprived. He felt like an integral part of his day was missing and he missed it immensely. 

When you came back the next day he was ecstatic. He spent the whole night before thinking about you and how you made his heart race. Suddenly he went from the big and bold brooding bad boy that most chose to stay away from to a small squish of a man whose head was forever set in the skies. He wasted his hours staring at the ceiling and thinking about scenarios. About cute dates and hugs and kisses. Somehow he found a way to make himself fall for you harder than he did originally. His heartbeat went from a soft stutter to a harsh pounding whenever he thought of you.

That morning you looked beautiful. Perhaps others in the office would think that you looked no different than you usually did on any other day, but to love stricken Spot you looked wondrous. Like an angel from above. When you came around to give him his daily cup of coffee and hello he was completely flustered. His cheeks were dusted a light pink and his breath was caught in his throat. Before he could even think about what he was about to say his lips started to move.

“Hey (Y/N), would you like to go out for coffee later. Like on a date.”

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Lean On Me

I tried to write something a little bit more on the angsty side so I hope this is received well.

JackKellyXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @brooklyns-here-enthusiast @ben-cook-can-cook

Being a leader is hard. Everyone wants to be the one to make the decisions and lead the pack but no one really considers the hardships that comes with it. The long and sleepless nights, the burden of the consequences when things so wrong, the constant worrying about things going wrong, they all hurt and weigh you down. Yes being leader and being the one people look up is nice but it can also be a heavy burden that weighs you down to the floor.

No one knows of this burden better than Jack Kelly leader of the Newsies Manhattan division. He has so many people to look after and take care of that he often feels overwhelmed. It’s nice that people think of him so highly, especially when society in itself often seems to look down up him and shame him for his financial status, and come to him for help. Yet all the burdens of being a leader still presses upon him. Leaves him staying up at night and thinking and crying until nothing but pure exhaustion pulls him into a dreamless sleep.

The hardest burden for Jack to bear is often the fact that all his friends are poor. He’s not ashamed that he’s a newsie and that he often ends up sleeping on the street, but the fact that his friends have to do that also makes his stomach turn. In his opinion they all deserve so much better. Race deserves nothing but the finest tobacco to smoke, Specs deserves beautiful gold rimmed glasses, Davey deserves a full Ivy League education and unlimited opportunities, Albert deserves a belly constantly filled with gourmet food, and Crutchie, his dear best friend and brother Crutchie, he deserves a peaceful life of contentment and joy along with a beautiful cane plated with pure gold and encrusted in expensive jewels. Yet life is hard and doesn’t care about what people deserve. It doesn’t matter what all his friends that he cares about so much deserve, at the rate that they’re going they will never get it. They are still poor, they are still hungry, they are still newsies.

The harsh reality that life sucks and doesn’t care about the hardships of others often leaves Jack up at night. Staring at the foggy New York sky while roaring thoughts tumble through his head and silent tears slip down his cheeks. He constantly longs for a place where opportunities are equal and life is pleasant. He dreams of a place where the air is clean and fresh and the stars are always dazzling in the sky. Perhaps a place like Santa Fe. The tingling in his feet scream at him to run, to hop onto a train and leave all the pain behind him. Yet he can’t. Because he’s a leader and he needs to take care of the people he promised to lead. He didn’t mind that he had to stay in New York for a while longer but his frustrations still continued to build up. They began to negatively impact his view on things, made him snippy and a little mean.

That all changed when he met you. You weren’t especially rich but you did come from a family with enough money to survive. Compared to the newsies you were incredibly privileged and you tried to use that to help them in anyway you could. As soon as you began to make friends with the boys you began to open you’re house to any of them that had to stay on the streets and offered food and clothes to those who needed. Because if your kindness all the boys quickly to a liking to you. You were kind and warm and didn’t judge them because their clothes were old and raggedy. And you’re kindness didn’t stem out of pity. You didn’t look at them like poor souls that needed handouts to get by, you just genuinely had a kind heart and wanted to see your friends live better lives.

Jack was extremely grateful for you, always trying to show you in the limited ways he could. A wilting flower he picked, a drawing of whatever, a free seat at one of Medda’s performances, whatever he could do to get you to see his gratitude for what you did. You always took his little gifts graciously with a bright smile and a big hug. It didn’t take long for those to become highlights of his day and shortly after one of the reasons his heart hammered in his chest. Just looking at you made his stomach churn with nerves and his face flare with heat. You were just such a special person and to finally meet someone who was willing to not only take care of him but also his friends made him fall head over heels.

He tried to hide his feelings from you but fortunately you weren’t stupid. You saw straight through his cocky facade and saw all of the longing gazes and stammered words. You reciprocated them too. You thought that the infamous Kelly was sweet and kind and charming and wanted nothing but to fall into his arms and to stay there. So after a few months of dancing around each other and cheesy flirting you decided to take a chance and ask him on a date. He said yes. And that was the beginning of a beautiful and fun relationship. Everyday with Jack was a roller coaster and you were always up for a ride.

But one thing you’ve learned since you have begun your relationship with Jack, is just how heavy the burden he carries with him is. How important taking care of his boys is to him and the lengths he would go to make sure they are alright. How much he stresses himself and the boundaries he would push just to be a good friends, to be a good leader. Most times he would vent around you by just telling you what was going on in his head or just sitting in silence and drawing his feelings, the clashes between shades of gray and black with bright pops of dizzying color works just as well to convey his feelings than words. But the first time Jack Kelly ever truly let the stress over take him and broke down in front of you was a moment you would never forget.

It was late at night and both you and Jack and decided to spend the night in his “penthouse”. The stars were shining and the usual hustle and bustle of New York quieted down to a low hum. You had turned over to go to sleep half an hour ago but you still couldn’t sleep. No amount of inconspicuous shifting or counting sheep was getting you any closer to drifting off, you were stuck being wide awake. Everything was going as usual until the sound of a muffled sob broke through the night air. It startled you and left your senses heightened. You didn’t hear anything after, just the continued hum of New York night life. Just as you were beginning to settle again another sob rang out. Then another and another until all you could hear was crying. It broke your heart to hear such desperate cries so you turned around and gazed at the back of your broken lover.

He was sitting on an old crate with his head buried into his hands. His shoulders heaved and shook with every sob making him look more like a small child than a man. You slowly got up from where you were laying and walked over to him. The moment you sat down next to him his head snapped up and his loud sobs quieted to small hiccups. His glassy eyes looked pained and ashamed as apologies for everything began to spill from his eyes. For waking you up, for being too loud, for being bothersome about his problems. You could do nothing at that moment but stare at him in heartbroken astonishment.

“Sweetie, not to be rude or anything but please stop talking”, you hushed him. His mouth snapped shut and his head dropped back down. The small sniffles and hiccups turned to light cries which quickly swirled into a cacophony of loud sobs. The tears in his eyes seemed to pool endlessly and rolled down his flushed cheeks like salty water falls. His hair was sticking up every which way and was beginning to stick to his forehead from the sweat that was beading onto his forehead.

Your lovely Jack was breaking in front of you and you were at a loss of words. You had no words to make things better. You knew exactly why he was hurting and it killed you that there was nothing you could do to make things better. It was just the way life was. There was one thing that you could do though. You could support him.

Gently you pushed his head up and onto your shoulder. His strong chest was still shaking from his cries but his arms quickly went to wrap around you. “Ssshhhhhh, it’s ok. I’m here for you. It’s ok, everything will be alright. You’re doing just fine.” You continued to wishper sweet words into his ear hoping that they would eventually bring some form of comfort to him. “It’s ok, you’re ok. Just lean on me. I’ll be here for you, I will always be here for you. I love you Jack.”

You and Jack stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before he started to tire out. You softly pulled him towards the make shift bed on the floor and laid him down. His soft hiccups were muffled by your chest and you pulled him close to you. You ran your fingers through his hair, softly lulling him into dreamland. Just before he finally knocked he whispered a slurred “thank you. I love you so much.” You grinned brightly as you looked at your sleeping boyfriend. Even after crying for long periods of time he was still beautiful. Puffy eyes and tear streaked face and all. Just before you decided to follow your lover into dreamland you whispered one last love filled sentence,

“I love you Jack Kelly and I hope that you will always lean on me.”

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Decisions (1/3)

Request: I wanted to ask if you can do a headcannon or story whichever is fine about the reader being into crutchie and Davey from newsies and them also liking him/her but s/he can't and doesn't want to choose because they love both too much and they're saying this while making out with crutchie (sorry if it's too specific) 

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Ever since you were little you sucked at making decisions. When it came time to choose between one thing or another you would always freeze. Should you buy the white shirt or blue shirt? Should you have carrots or string beans as your vegetable side dish at dinner? Should you go to the park or stay inside today?Every question came with what seemed like endless possibilities and you were never prepared to choose. Most times you would just end up choosing both and moving on with life. On the rare occasion that you did have to give a strict either/or answer, decisions only came after long internal debates. Decision making was the one thing that you could never do proficiently and though it wasn’t always a problem, it did often become tedious.

There was only really one time in your life that your indecisiveness led you to something really good. It all began when you decided to take a wrong turn on your way home from school. You always took the same route home but that day you wanted to do something different. The sun was shining and the birds chirped along making the walk one of the most relaxing moments you’ve had to yourself in a long time. Everything was quiet, no sound higher than a murmur. The birds, the wind, the baker selling bread to two young children, all of it just faded into the background and meshed into a soft gargle. You were so lost in your own little word of enjoyment that you didn’t notice that you were about to walk straight into a boy in front you you, and the boy in front of you was so busy trying to sell his papes that he didn’t notice that he was about to walk straight into you.

The moment in which the two of you bumped into on another was completely stereotypical. Just as both of your bodies collided into each other, his hands shot out to grab your arms and steady you. Your eyes widened as all the papers that he was holding in his arms went sprawling across the street. You instantly began to apologize as you pulled yourself out of the strangers strong arms. You started to pick up the papers that were left lying on the ground, all the while never stopping your apologizing to take a breath once. The newsie was astonished. He had never seen someone be so concerned about the state of his papers before and honestly, the sight alone made his heart tighten in his chest. He quickly knelt himself onto the street and helped you.

It was silent as you two worked. It wasn’t a good silence though, nothing like the silence that surrounded you earlier. This silence was awkward and made you feel suffocated. You took a moment to stop and get a good look at the newsie you bumped into. To say that you were astonished would be an understatement. You were completely blown away by his good looks. His smooth forehead, strong nose, sharp jawline, and full lips made him look like a work of the deities themselves. But your favorite feature of his had to be his eyes. A warm chocolate that made you feel like home. You blushed.

“I’m so so so sorry about the papers. I wasn’t paying attention, it’s entirely my fault”, you babbled on. The newsie could only stare at you though. The light blush that dusted across your cheeks and the bright twinkle in your eyes held him captive. In that moment all he wanted was to get to know you better. He slowly nodded his hand while the both of you stood up.

“Davey”, the newsie blurted out while thrusting his hand in your face. You were completely taken aback by the act of kindness but quickly snapped out of it to shake his hand. “(Y/N)”, you responded. He only nodded in reply as the two of you just stood there shaking hands. The silence was back but similar to how it was when you first started walking, this silence was comfortable. It was the type of silence that made you want to delve deep into your own thoughts. The type of silence that made you want to think more about the attractive stranger named Davey stood before you.

Davey was the one who ended the handshake first. He pulled his hand away abruptly after about 30 seconds of shaking and immediately became shy. His face flushed a tomato red and his hand immediately flew to the back of his neck. “Uhm I know this will probably come off really creepy, but would you like to go out sometimes. Like maybe with me. On a sorta date”. The sentence tumbled from his mouth and just the sound of it alone was enough to make you cringe. He sounded very nervous and completely robotic. His words were choppy and the sentence as a whole just sounded wrong. But it was cute. Something about the fact that he was so nervous to speak to you made your chest warm.

Eagerly you nodded your head in conformation. The two of you stayed were you were for a couple minutes later to discuss the logistics of your meeting. You talked about where and when you two would meet up and exchanged some other information. When the two of you were done, you both picked up your belongings and begin to walk away. You were about to turn a corner so you could continue to make your way home when you suddenly remembered something. You whipped around and raced over to the retreating Davey. You bought three papers from him as a final good bye and began your official trek back home.

From the day that you and Davey meet, the two of you have been practically inseparable. Strengthening your relationship with him was so easy that within a few weeks the two of you were best friends. You and Davey were very particular about what others should call you guys. That was attributed mostly to others confusing the two of you as a couple. Though the idea in itself didn’t necessarily appall you, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so whenever he denied the relationship, you denied the relationship.

Other times, it felt like keeping your feelings for Davey in check was a struggle. Days where he would say something really cute or wear his hat in a way that made your heart flutter. Days where all you would want to do is grab him by his face and kiss him until the both of you were dizzy. It was in those moments that the sudden urge to confess would fill your chest and push you to almost telling him how you felt. But you would never let that feeling take over you, at least until you were ready to. You were perfectly happy with where you were with your relationship with Davey and if you were to change it you would do it on your own accord. Little did you know at the time that you were about to meet someone who was going to change everything as you knew it and make you do the one thing in the world that you absolutely hated. 

Make a decision.

WooOOoOOOOoooOOow so I’m not dead. This is my first request and honestly THATS SOOOO COOL. I broke this up into three parts because that just flowed the best to me. God I hope that this comes out well.

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My ancestors probably lookin down on me like “we really lead up to this dumb bitch”

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Drowsy Dancing

AlbertXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @ben-cook-can-cook @brooklyns-here-enthusiast

Mid-fall means chilly, wet weather outside and warm blankets inside. To keep the chill out the house, you cranked the heat up and wrapped yourself into a blanket burrito. Rain pounded the window, causing the soft pitter-patter of the drops to echo across the room. The TV in the background played faintly and left the dark room glowing in the light it emitted. Everything was simply cozy.

Too cozy.

With all the comfort and warmth surrounding you, it was extremely difficult to not slip into a blissful state of bliss. Your eyelids began to droop and your breathing began to slow. Everything felt lethargic and warm. Just as sleep began to take over, you the front door slammed jolting you awake. The warmth quickly came back to submerge you and as quickly as you were awoken, you began to drift back off.

Albert shuffled into the room and stared at you for a moment. Honestly, it was a cute sight, seeing you wrapped up and half asleep, but he knew better than to let you follow through with your nap. Napping has never been your friend.

You were always a very sensitive sleeper with a sensitive sleep schedule to match. One nap during the day would ruin all of that.

He stood there analyzing his choices. He could either let you continue to doze and potentially screw your whole sleep schedule up leaving you exhausted tomorrow, or he could wake you up and sacrifice his ears to your persistent sleepy whining.

In the end, he chose the latter.

He quietly walked over to you and bent down so he was at level with your form. Your face was completely relaxed and just looking at it made guilt bubble in his stomach.

Gently he placed his hand arm your arm and shook. “(Y/N)….(Y/N)”, he called hoping to at least make things more pleasant.

Honestly, hearing Albert calling your name the way he did was like heaven. He sounded just like an angel. Your own personal angel.

“(Y/N), you have to wake up now or you won’t be able to sleep tonight”, he spoke trying to pull you into a sitting position.

You slowly cracked your eyes open to find him squatting in front of you. His warm brown eyes were soft and full of love and his shining blonde hair framed his face perfectly. He was truly your own personal angel.

A dopey smile slowly spread across your face as you stared up at him. “Hello there, how are you?”, you slurred. Albert couldn’t help but smile at you, you were always so cute when you were sleepy. Just as he snapped out of fawning over you, you leaned forward to prop yourself against his legs. You were trying to go back to sleep.

“Nope. Nope. Nononono. You are not going back to sleep”, he took you hands and pulled you up so now you were standing. Whines and groans started to leave your mouth as you complained about your nap.

Why couldn’t he just let you sleep?

He wrapped his arms around your blanket covered body and slowly rocked you both. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like dancing.

You stared into his eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm. There was no music surrounding you, only the rain outside and the TV, but that didn’t matter. It was only you and Albert.

Time around you two seemed to stop and when you finally brought yourself to look at the clock, it was way past when you usually go to sleep.

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Page Flip

SpecsXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @brooklyns-here-enthusiast @ben-cook-can-cook @yourfriendlyneighborhoodnewsie

Flip page.

The whole day had been spent moving boxes into the apartment you now own. The apartment that you and Specs now own. Together.

You and Specs had been together for two years before deciding to move in together; the both of you wanted to give each other space and let the relationship grow instead of rushing into things. When the topic of living together came up he was a little hesitant, but with much persuasion and kisses on your part you were able to convince him. Your were finally to move in together.

Flip page.

After it was decided that the two of you would be living together, time seemed to pass in a blur. Picking out the apartment and packing all your belongings only took a couple weeks and before you knew it, it was officially moving day.

Neither you nor Specs had a lot of boxes, let alone heavy boxes. You personally did a lot of throwing out in order to make space for his stuff in the apartment also. You assumed he did the same. Carrying the boxes you had up to your new home was easy and took less than an hour to complete.

With your apartment already furnished and your boxes now littering the floor the hard part was to commence. Where should everything go. It took a while for everything to be placed in a way that left the two of you satisfied.

Flip page.

By the time everything was put away it was time for dinner. Since both of you were too tired too cook, Chinese takeout was to be your first meal in your new home. It was simple but it was lovely.

After finishing your meal and washing up for the night, it was time to go to bed. You both settled into the fluffy sheets and laid your heads in your respective pillows.

Flip page.

Everything was a bit tense since you’ve rarely slept in the same bed. The lights were out, the window was slightly cracked open, annnnd you couldn’t sleep. You tried to limit your tossing and turning so you wouldn’t bother Specs. Half an hour in you just gave up and hopped out of the bed. If you couldn’t sleep you were going to at least going to entertain yourself until you could.

You sifted through one of your boxes, shoving aside numerous books as you went. You very much enjoyed reading so naturally when you moved you brought a whole box filled with all your literary treasures.

“Ugh where did I put it”, you murmured looking specifically for the book you had already started. You didn’t remember placing the book anyway near the bottom but yet you still couldn’t find it.

After a couple minutes of rummaging-and quite a couple of curses slipping from your lips- you found your book.

Flip page.

You flopped down onto your couch and began to read; lazy skimming your eyes over the words like you had all the time in the world. Not 10 minutes after you began Specs shuffled into the room. A wave of guilt washed over you, all that moving you did must’ve woken him up, but a sleepy smile from him made it vanish.

“What are you doing here. You should be sleeping”, his deep, scratchy voice was lovely and made you lose focus for a second. You smile softly as you watch him pick up a random book from the box and walk over to the couch. You sat up straight and let him sit down before resting your head on his lap.

“Sorry I woke you up. I couldn’t sleep so I just decided to read”, you whispered glancing up at him reading before turning back to your book. He softly nodded his head, fingers rising to flip to the next page of his book.

Everything felt warm and cozy. Everything felt like home. And at that moment you realized, Specs what made everything seem so perfect. Specs was your home.

Flip page.

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Pay the Man

JackKellyXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @brooklyns-here-enthusiast @ben-cook-can-cook @yourfriendlyneighborhoodnewsie

Your father was a politician in New York. One of the few politicians at the time that actually advocated on behalf of the people and not for their wallets. He wanted to see the world change for the better and he made sure to do his best so it would. Because of this, the people loved him. He became a beloved man that people always spoke well of. 

But working for the good of the people wasn’t always seen as a good thing. On the contrary. Your father had many enemies who sought to see his demise. His plans for city reform often got in the way of those who used their positions to acquire more monetary wealth, and they were not happy about that. These men were very serious about their money so when they found out that it was your father stopping them, they were quick to begin sending in the threats. 

Threats to his job, threats to his reputation, threats to his and his family’s life, you name it he got it. At first it was scary. What if someone actually decided to do physical harm to both you and your family members. You didn’t have any older siblings so you silently made a promise to your family that you would protect them no matter the cost. You would do all that you could to ensure your family’s safety, even if it meant risking your own.

When the threats first came, though they were scary, they didn’t seem like promises of future action. Plenty of people would send letters on how if your father didn’t change his stance on a particular subject his family would be in jeopardy, yet nothing really happened. The threats were more intimidating words than anything else. But then things began to escalate. Rocks were thrown at your windows and strange men began to stand outside of your house for prolonged periods of time. Suddenly things turned from not that big of a deal to extremely serious.

Your parents fought for days about moving. Your mother wanted to move to upstate where your family could be safe, but your father would have none of it. He had an obligation to the people he was voted to serve and living amongst them was the best way to relate to them. Moving, in his mind, was just the beginning of s slippery slope towards typically politician corruption. Your mother wasn’t happy about this decision at all, but still decided to support him because she loved him. As for you, you loved living in Manhattan so you didn’t mind staying too much. 

Life went on like that for a while. A constant cycle of cynical letters and threatening actions. You couldn’t even tell the police what was happening and get help because of how corrupt the system was. The police were snug in the pockets of the very same people who were threatening you so it would be a waste of time. It was an exhausting way to live yet you still managed. You continued to watch over your family and your dad continued to speak out against corruption and advocate for the people. One night in particular stood out among the rest.

It was a cold, winter night. The wind outside whipped around cold air turning it into a force that left your body numb and stinging. You were alone in the house that night. Not the best decision one could make when you have multiple people making threats against you life, but your parents had an event they had to attend and everyone else was out doing something. You were a teenager though and you were convinced that you were old enough to take care of yourself. 

The night started out ordinarily enough; you made your own dinner, read a little, and prepared yourself for bed. It was when you were laying in bed, getting ready to drift into dreamland, that things became peculiar. At first, it was the sound of footsteps outside of your house. The night was silent and you had very good hearing so it wasn’t hard to hear the light thumping. All you could do was pray that you locked the front door before you came to bed. Next, was the sound of a door opening. Obviously you didn’t lock the door and now an intruder was entering your house.

Quickly you jumped out of bed and grabbed a near by object to use as a weapon. It was a candelabra. Not the most efficient but would do. You stepped out of your room into the hallways. It was completely dark with the only light to guide your way being the moonlight streaming in through the hall window. Ominous would be a fitting description. You careful crept down the stairs, keeping close watch of where you stepped so the wood underneath you didn’t creak. 

You continued to creep around until you found yourself in the living room. Just like the hallway, it was dark and the only source of light was the moonlight coming though the windows. The windows were open causing the curtains to blow and flutter around due to the air coming in. The room was extremely cold and made you wish that you put slippers on your feet before you begun this grand adventure. The most noticeable detail though, was the black silhouette of a man standing with his back to you in the middle of your living room. He looked tall with broad shoulders and wild hair. 

In order to increase your chance of not being attacked, you attacked him first. You silently ran towards him with your eyes squinted in fear and your candelabra raised high. The fist hit caught him off guard. He stumbled to his hands and knees and screamed. You never really considered yourself strong so to be able to knock this guy down really made you feel safer with yourself. The second hit caused harm judging by his loud yell. You kept hitting him with the candelabra for a good minute until he pushed you off. 

When he sat up the first thing you were greeted with was the clearest green eyes you’ve ever seen. You rushed backwards, making sure to keep some space between you and your possible attacker. “’Ey, what was that for”, he groaned staring at you in anger and confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows, your face conveying the same confusion his was displaying. “Your here to kill me, why would I not attack you”, you replied using the tone you reserved for explaining obvious things to dumb people. His face twisted even more. God was he a handsome guy.

“Look, I’m not here to kill nobody so just calm down”, he reasoned putting his hands up to try and placate you. Instead of calming down like he said, you picked the candelabra back up and once again raised it up high. “Sir that was a double negative, meaning that you are here to kill me. You tried”, you said before swinging you hand towards his leg. Just a moment before you were able to hit him, his hand darted out and grabbed yours. “First of all, stop hitting me. Second of all, don’t make funna how I talk. Third of all, I was just doing my job when I saw your door blow open. I’m just trynna help you.”, he shouted as you wriggled your wrist around, trying to free yourself. 

You immediately stopped moving when you heard that he was just trying to help you. Suddenly you were confused. Was this man sent to kill you or was he really trying to help. You decided the best thing to do was to ask questions. “What do you mean you were just doing your job? What is this job? Are you sure it’s not going around and killing people?”, you blurted out. He only sighed and shook his head in response. “No, I don’t kill people. Imma newise and ya father pays me to bring him his pape every night. Why at night? I don’t know, but I certainly do know that I don’t deserve gettin beat over something I ain’t did”, he huffed. 

You started to feel bad. You just beat up a newsie for nothing but doing his job and helping you out. But you still had that little nagging voice in the back of your head. You had to be sure, it’s your life at stake. “So are your sure your not here to kill me? Because if you are, I will kill you.” You raised you candelabra once again to prove your point. The newsie only huffed in annoyance and glared at you. “I’m not the one you kill sweetheart, I’m the one you pay.” With that he reached across and picked up a newspaper that laid on the floor. He handed you the newspaper and stood up.

You looked at the newspaper and sighed. Maybe this is just some random kid that you beat up for no reason except that you were horribly paranoid. Your cheeks flared up in embarrassment and your stomach dropped of the thought of how angry your parents would be if they found out. You rushed over to the desk that sat in the corner of the room and opened a drawer. It was filled with useless things that you would never use, but towards the bottom of the junk was money. Your parents usually kept it there for a rainy day but at that moment using it for hush money was more important.

You pulled out a dollar and looked at it. It would take a while for you to find a way to secretly replace it but you’d find a way. You timidly tip toed over to the boy that was still standing in your living room. He still looked angry and annoyed but all that melted away once he saw the dollar you were handing him. “Darlin, a pape only costs 10 cents each. This is way too much.”, he stuttered trying to give it back. You only shook your protest and shoved the bill back into his hands. “I made a big mistake and this is the only way I know how to fix it. I’m terribly sorry for hitting you with the candelabra and I hope that you’ll forgive me.” Your voice shook with regret and worry. What if he told the papers and ruins your father’s political career? You’d rather die than have that happen.

At the sight of how upset you looked the newsies face softened. “Look, how about we start over. I’m Kelly. Jack Kelly”, he reached his hand out as an invitation. You took his hand and firmly shook it. “I’m (L/N). (Y/N) (L/N)”. He smiled at you, a dazzling smile that reached his eyes and made them twinkle. It was breathtaking. “Well (Y/N), may this be the beginning to a lovely friendship”, he said. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the thought of being this lovely stranger’s friend. That night was the first time in a long time that you were able to go to sleep without the constant threat of harm looming over you and it was all because of Jack Kelly.

I heard the quote “I’m not the guy you kill Lorca, I’m the guy you pay” in an episode of The Blacklist and it was so iconic I had to do something with it. This was fun to write. 

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If you want to be friends with me you don’t have to be “Hi, um, can, ya know, we be friends?”

It is 1000000000000000000000% percent ok if you just go into my inbox can go. “Man, I am so fucking pissed off at fucking Michael.” And I’ll most likely respond with, “Oh shit! What did Michael do now?“ 

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Healing Friendship

CrutchieXReader

Tag List: @albertdasillva @brooklyns-here-enthusiast @ben-cook-can-cook @yourfriendlyneighborhoodnewsie  

You and Crutchie were friends. You talked to each other, cracked jokes with one another, and gave your full support to the other when they needed it. Your friendship with him was one that made you very happy. He made you very happy. 

You and Crutchie first met during his working hours. He was on the street selling papes when someone accidentally bumped into him, effectively sending his papers everywhere. You couldn’t just let him struggle to pick up all of them from the floor so you rushed over to help. He was very grateful for your help. As a way to thank you he took you out for a walk around town. He spoke about himself and his role in the Newsies strike. He told you about the electric atmosphere and the feats they were able to achieve as a result of their determination. It was obviously something that he was very proud of. In exchange, you told him about yourself. About your life at home and your hopes and dreams. By the end of the day, the two of you were the best of friends and that friendship only grew from there.

Being friends with Crutchie was single-handedly the best thing you ever did in your life. He was so intelligent with a personality of pure gold. Maybe that was the reason you ended up falling in love with him. Something about that smile that spread like butter made your insides burn and flutter with nerves. He made you so nervous and euphoric at the same time. There’s nothing else to call it but love. 

But you didn’t know how he felt about you exactly. He mostly treated you like he did with everyone else but sometime it felt different. Like his embraces would linger for a moment too long or his eyes were just a tad too bright. Sometimes he made you feel like he could love you also. But you weren’t sure so instead of acting on your feelings, you just shoved them to the side. You were his friend and his best friend only. You were ok with that. You would be ok with that. 

In your opinion, you did a fairly good job at masking your feelings but sometimes you couldn’t help but let them shine just a little. Like one time when he got sick. When Crutchie gets sick he gets sick. Vomiting, head aches, chills, the whole shebang and this time was no different. The poor boy was so ill it was sad. So just like you did on the day you met you, you graciously stepped forward to help him. You were determined to coddle him until he was healthy once again. But in a friend way of course. 

Early in the morning you stopped by the lodging house with everything you needed in hand. Everything being a small pot of warm soup, a bottle of pain killers, a thermos filled with hot tea, some water, and a blanket. It was hard to hold it all at once but you managed. When you arrived not many boys were awake but the ones that were greeted you with sleepy smile. It wasn’t your first time at the lodging house so everyone was already familiar with you.  

Crutchie looked awful. His golden hair was dull and flat, his lips dry and chapped, and his skin a sickening pale that looked more like a faint gray and green. The prominent bags underneath his eyes just further showed how sick he was. It was a heartbreaking sight to see but you were going to make it better with love and kindness.  

You sat beside him on his bed and brushed some of his hair away from his forehead. He was burning up. His face was scrunched up in displeasure indicating that even in his sleep his illness left him uncomfortable. The desire to make him healthy again grew and you let your training from your mother take over. She was very good at taking care of you when you were sick so you would just model after her. 

Crutchie slowly waked from his sleep, disturbed by the movement on his head. The look in his eyes was absolutely pained but it lightened once he saw you. He must’ve been happy to see you and that made you stomach flutter with nerves. 

“Good morning, you’re nurse has arrived”, you joked while pulling everything you brought along with you onto the bed. He began to slowly move to a sitting up position at the sight of the pot.  “Here you go. Be careful, its hot.” You handed him the pot along with a spoon. He gave you a nod in thanks and began to eat. You sat patiently, waiting for him to finish. When he did, you took the empty pot from him and placed the blanket over his legs. His complexion gained some color back now that he had some food in his body. You handed him two painkillers and the water you brought with you. He popped the pills into his mouth along with some water, then swallowed. Afterwards he finished drinking the rest of the water. He chugged the whole thing down in one go.

“Thank you so much for all this. I feel much better now”, he mumbled, smiling softly. 

“No problem, it’s the least I could do”, you reassured reaching to hand him the thermos.

He took small sips of the tea you prepared and relished in the warmth it emitted. The two of you spoke to one another in hushed voices, careful to not upset his headache. Time passed quickly and soon it was time for all the other Newsies to begin their day. Crutchie was barred from going into work until he recovered from his illness. In the beginning, he was upset that he couldn’t go out and make a living along with the rest of friends, but the fevered delirium quickly kicked in leaving him unable to care anymore. 

The two of you waved to the others as the left. On the way out, Jack gave you a big hug and kiss on your cheek as a thank you for watching over Crutchie during day. Soon, it was just you and him. Your stomach churned at the thought but he was sick so obviously not much was happening in terms of romance. He was already beginning to slip back into sleep. 

Before he dozed off into sleep he whispered something. The slur of his words made it hard to understand so you just smiled and nodded to be polite. He closed his eyes and off into dreamland he went. As you sat there watching over him you thought about the words he mumbled to you. What did he say? It took you some time but eventually you were able to decipher what he said. It left you feeling blushy and warm.

“You look really pretty today, like an angel”

They were such simple words but they meant a lot to you. It was things like that that made you just want to confess your feelings to him but you decided that was for another day. For now you were his friend, his best friend even, and you were ok with that. You would take care of him and comfort him whenever he needed it. Just being with him was enough for you and that’s all that matters.