Dszahdh - A Newsies Oneshot Book

The Potatoes - A Oneshot

This is my cat. His name is Toby. You will be seeing a lot of him because he's my favorite and I love him. That is all.

This one is not a X Reader, but I really wanted to write about a family-type relationship between (Y/n), Les, and the other newsies.

Hopefully I can really capture the dynamic of the mismatched family that is the Manhattan Newsies.

Enjoy, my fellow Famsies!

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You snatched Race's cigar away, glaring at the idiot.

"You need to stop smokin', Race. Not only is it bad for you, but you're also settin' a bad example for the younger boys, especially Les."

"Hey! That there's a corona! Gives it back!" Race cried, reaching for the cigar. You held it up and away from the boy.

"Not a chance on that, Racetrack." You said firmly, keeping the cigar away.

"Awww... I's spent my whole stash on that. But you is so cute wit dat accent, I can't refuse." He said flipping on the charm and leaning against the wall. You think he was trying to do the smolder, but he just looked like he was in pain. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you were raised in Ireland. Yes, you had an Irish accent. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"Flirtin' isn't goin' to change my mind, so there's no point in tryin." You said, tossing the cigar out the window. Race made a sound that was similar to a kicked puppy as he watched the cigar fall to its doom.

You felt a little bad.

But not too bad.

"But (Yyyyyyy/nnn), them cigars ain't bad for me. Them rich fellas smoke em all the time! And those fancy dicktors even say they's good for you!"

"It's doctor, Race. And they are bad for you. I don't care what those doctors say. My Papa, may he Rest In Peace, smoked five of those death sticks every day. Next thing you know, he gets a cough and then he's gone within the year. I won't let that happen to anyone else I love. So suck it up and stop smokin."

"Awww, didja hear that everyone? (Y/n) loves me!" Race called to the rest of the boys. They looked up from their bunks, rolled their eyes, then went back to what they were doing before.

"Like a brother, Higgins. Like an annoying, impossible brother." You shook your head.

"What evah happened to romance?" Race questioned as he sulked back to his bunk. Albert patted him on the back as he pouted, chin in his hands.

It was true; you loved every boy in the Lodge like a brother. And of course, that came along with the annoying times and the arguing and hogging the bathroom and them stealing your stuff and then wanting to throw them out the window when they didn't clean up their stuff..!!

Anyway, you were like one big family.

"Did your father really die from smokin'?" A younger voice said from behind you. You turned to see Les, the most adorable and annoying of them all (though Race gave him a run for his money).

"Yes, he did little Les. And I miss him dearly." Les' face fell. He looked at you for a moment, then closed the rest of the distance and hugged you tightly. You were surprised, but the small, adorable gesture melted your heart. You placed your arms around the young lad, one hand on the back of his head. You hugged him protectively as if he were your own little brother.

"Hey, did you just call me 'Lass'?" Les pulled away, looking up at you in confusion. You stared at him, eyes wide, then you burst into laughter. Apparently the rest of the boys heard this as well because they all joined in your blithe.