Newsies Imagines

Fem!Smalls x GN!Reader

•So's Da Bronx!
•Smalls
•Broadway
•1899
Warnings
cussing

Reader POV
Here we were: the Newsie Rally. Medda's theatre was a wonderful place to hold it. There was enough space for every kid there! I was attending with my girlfriend, Smalls, even though I, myself, was not a newsie. I work in a factory that produces fabrics, which gained me the nickname Cotton. I believe, though, that we should stop letting the government walk all over us. Without the working kids, New York would be dysfunctional. It isn't right that those in power can change the rules whenever they feel like it. Brooklyn finally came to its senses and joined the strike. If you ask me, that Spot Conlon is just a coward in king's clothes. Anyway, they introduced each borough: Manhattan, Flushing, Richmond, and Woodside. When it was our turn, Smalls eagerly yelled: "So's da Bronx!" I chuckled and ruffled her hair. She stuck her tongue out at me. Then, Jack Kelly, leader and organizer of the strike, came forward. When he was done speaking AND BETRAYING US FOR MONEY(!), I wanted to say some very unpleasant things to him. When we got back to the Bronx, Smalls seemed more glum than usual.
"What's up, hon?" I asked my girlfriend anxiously.
"I can't believe Jack'd sell us out like dat," she frowned.
"Honey, Jack is an asshole. We don't need him to win the strike. You've got me," I told her.
"I guess you'se right. I jus' thought he actually ca'ed 'bout the strike..." she trailed off softly. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Well, even if he didn't care, he aroused people who do care. This strike isn't over yet. Far from it," I said. And it turned out I was right.