•Spending New Year with Spralmer
•Spralmer, because OTP reasons (feat. whatever the Jack/Davey/Crutchie ship name is)
•Broadway
• Modern
3rd Person P.O.V
"Race! Gimme da lighta' back. We'se ain't usin' it til midnight!"
"Al, could you pass da appetizers, please?"
"Race, give Spot da damn lighta'! Oh, hea' you'se go Elmer."
"Thanks, Al!"
"Screw off, Al."
Ding dong
"Guy's dey'se hea'!"
"Hiya, Jack, Davey, an' Crutchie!"
"Hey, Elmer!"
The house was chaos. The boys had attempted to decorate for New Year's, aka they failed at decorating for New Year's. Race kept stealing the lighter and accidentally lit some curtains on fire. Spot threw a temper tantrum because no one was listening to him. Albert kept sneaking snacks, and Elmer was the only one who actually decorated. Then, Jack, Davey, and Crutchie showed up and helped the boys get ready. When it was finally midnight, Elmer had passed out from exhaustion, Race was sugar high, and the snacks were all gone. The apartment was a disheveled mess, it smelled like smoke and the boys were all exhausted, but there was nowhere they'ed rather be, than with their boyfriends.
I know I'm a little late for the New Year's stuff, but hope you enjoyed!!
~Mystery♡
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Newsies Imagines
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