Soak 'em (Newsies X Reader) | #WATTYS2019

No One like You

Spot and I had walked all the way to the manhattan side of the Brooklyn bridge making small talk along the way. I mostly asked questions about Brooklyn. What living there was like and how Spot ran things with the Brooklyn Newsies.

Every boy had specific roles that benefitted Spot. Obviously, every boy sold papers because they needed the money. But once the papers were sold the boys stationed. Most of them were simple newsies, but the older and stronger boys acted as guards, as I had met earlier. But he also had spies and messengers.
The spies were boys who would go to each part of New York and keep an eye on what the other newsies were doing. You had to be stealthy and unrecognizable to the others. Finally, the messengers would send and receive messages for Spot.

"Damn. We's Just newsies, why all the fuss?" I asked as we reached the end of the bridge. Spot leaned against the railing and crossed one leg over the other. "I don't take nothin' from nobody. If you wanna stay on top yous gotta take a few extra precautions." He explained with a shrug.

"Guess that's why everyone's scared of ya." I joked, poking him in the chest. Spot chuckled and smirked at me. "Well are you scared of me?" He questioned. I took a step back and looked him up and down before returning my gaze to his cold, blue one. "Nah."

Spot kept his smirk as he spit into his hand and held it out to me. I copied his actions and firmly shook his hand. "I guess I'll be Seein' ya in the strike then, y/n."

I smiled and took my hand away, shoving both of them into my pockets. "Guess so. And unless we's alone, it's Slick."

Spot nodded. "Slick." He repeated. Once again I smiled before turning on my heel and walking away. I glanced over my shoulder back at the Brooklyn bridge and saw spot walking away as well. I was smiling to myself as I walked back into the building filled streets. I had gotten Brooklyn  to join the strike. Maybe the boys would be more motivated now.

My thoughts were quickly interrupted by a pair of hands grabbing me. I screamed and thrashed around but the arms were stronger than me. A hand was placed over my mouth as I was dragged into an alley way. The person pushed me against a wall, their hand still placed over my mouth and a strong arm across my chest. I tried to pull their hand away and I kept screaming, it was muffled but screaming nonetheless.

"Shut up would ya or jack'll have both our heads!" A hushed whisper came. I looked up and focused on the face in the dim light but was able to make out familiar facial features. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
"Mush what the hell!" I shouted at him. His hand returned to my mouth in panic and he shushed me again. I heard a familiar voice echo down the alleyway we were in and soon I saw jack, David and racetrack walk by.
"I swear is she's in Brooklyn I'm gonna crack spots head, and then hers." He said angrily. Then his voice disappeared and so did the three boys.

"Come on we gots ta go." Mush said to me, grabbing my hand and running. I tried to protest but nothing could change this boys mind. We finally reached the lodging house and Mush looked around before going to the escape ladder by my room window.
"Mush you've got to be kiddin' me." I whispered.

"Just get ya pretty butt inside." He pointed up the ladder and then continued climbing. I rolled my eyes and followed him up the ladder. By the time I reached the top Mush was already in my room, waiting to hoist me in. He reached his hand out and I grabbed it. He helped me into my room before quickly walking to the door and locking it.

"Mind telling me what the hell is going on?" I asked Mush frustratingly. I have had enough running today.
Mush looked back at me and expressed the same frustration. "Mind tellin' me what you was doin' in Brooklyn? With Spot?" He practically spat the last two words. You could tell he was defensive. Jealous? Angry? Frustrated? I couldn't tell but it was one of those.

"Relax would ya? Why'd you follow me?" I questioned him again.
He had now walked back over to me and there was about two feet of space between us. The soft moonlight illuminated the room. My back was to the window so I looked up and could see the soft glow on mush's face.
"I dunno, I just wanted to see where you was goin' and I'm glad I did. What where you doin' there?" He asked me once again. What was the big deal with this? I didn't understand.

"I talked Spot into joinin' the strike. Brooklyn's gonna back us." I said simply.
"He called you y/n." Mush said sternly. "How does he know? Have you been seein' him behind our backs?"

My eyebrows raised with shock. "Mush, What? No! It-" I sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose, my arm propped on my hip. "It's a long story. Race knows."

Mush huffed and rolled his eyes. "'Course race knows. He gets ta know everythin'." I was now getting angry. Mush wasn't jack or my parents so he didn't get the right to interrogate me in my own room.
"Mush what is wrong with you? Huh? You hit your head too hard? Ya actin' like this for no reason. All jealous and such."

Mush got very close to my face and was almost shouting. "There is a reason, y/n!" There was silence between the two of us for a few seconds. We just looked at each other. I stared into his golden brown eyes. He took two deep breaths and then kissed me. His left hand was placed on my face and his other pulled me closer to him slightly by my lower back. I was surprised, shocked, but I kissed back. I placed one hand on his strong chest and the other behind his neck. The kissing heated quickly as soon as my fingers touched his skin. I was the one who pulled away and looked up at him. He looked down at me, the smallest smile creeping onto his lips.
"Mush I-"
"You know I don't flirt with ya just to piss jacky off, right?" He cut me off.

I raised an eyebrow. "What's that 'posed to mean?" He paused for a second, giving me a half-effort crooked smile. "I kinda dig ya, y/n. That's why I was so worked up. When I saw you was talkin with Spot I just got all," he paused, thinking of something to say before waving his hands and turning around. "Doesn't matter." He walked to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open.

"Mush Wait." I called to his figure leaving my room. He stopped, his hand still on the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder at me for a second.
"You know I neva planned on no one like you walkin' into my life." He paused, licking his lips gently before continuing.
"Make sure yous got a good excuse for when jack comes back."

That was all he said before shutting the door. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I sat down on my bed and stared at my hands. Mush really felt that way about me? I was confused. My emotions were confused. I slowly laid my head down on my pillow and stared at the wall. I didn't sleep. A few times during the night my door opened and whispers came from my doorway. Two of the three times it was Jack. The last time it was Mush. Because all he said was "I'm sorry." Before closing the door again. I did nothing but lay still and let thoughts swarm my head. Daylight crept into my room and I couldn't be more grateful. I sat up on my bed and prepared myself for the day. The second day of the strike.

Here goes, everything.