(Y/N) POV
I reached into the hat. My fingers instinctively latched onto a small, round item. I pulled it out. It was a brown button.
"That's mine!" Mush exclaimed. Oh, frick. Mush was my brother's best friend. My brother, Kid Blink, would definitely not be happy about that. I stood and walked over to the closet. Once the door closed, I sighed. I'd always had a small crush on Mush, but Blink'd never let it happen.
"So, uh, how's life?" I casually asked.
"Eh, same as always. How's 'bout you?" he replied.
"Nothin' new," I said, tapping my foot.
"Do ya think Blink'd kill me if I kissed ya right now?" he asked.
"Yes...Wait, what?!" my eyes grew wide.
"Well, dat's a risk I'se willin' ta take," he kissed me. I kissed back. Eventually, we parted, because apparently you need air to survive.
"Blink's gonna be furious," I whispered.
"Well, we'se just gotta make sure he doesn't find out," Mush winked at me. Then, I was blinded by the opening of the closet door. Man, it was either really dark in the closet or really bright in the bedroom. I saw my brother shoot Mush a glare.
"Don't break (Y/n)'s heart," he menacingly said.
"I won't," Mush solemnly promised. I was so happy.
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Newsies Imagines
FanfictionSimply put: A book of Newsies imagines to (hopefully) sooth your inner longing to join the newsie strike of 1899. Requests open!
