Soak 'em (Newsies X Reader) | #WATTYS2019

Give it your best shot

So I'm skipping the whole "everyone join the strike" thing cause we all know how that goes so let's just get right to the fighting and singing shall we

Jack's rally went well. Everyone agreed to follow his lead in the strike and I couldn't be prouder of him. The newsboys absolutely freaked when Medda came on the stage, but you can't really blame them. They're always chasing after the older "more developed" women if you get what I mean.

I was enjoying the show, a smirk plastered on my face and a soda in my hand. I decided to wait backstage and just watch. Too many boys to be around all at once. Who knows what'll happen.
Medda was singing one of the best fitting songs she possibly could have for this occasion. High times hard times. I smiled and hummed along to the song, bobbing my head.

She finished her song and everyone erupted into applause, she was standing, surrounded by Newsies on every side, underneath the lights.

I was startled by a hand being wrapped around my arm. I gasped and jumped, looking at the back of Spots Head. He then turned around and looked me in the eyes.
"Come with me. Now." He spoke urgently, trying to drag me away while looking around the corner of the stage.
"The hell? Why?"

"Just drop the damn drink and come. Now!" Spot practically yelled at me. I set the drink down on the railing and then spot ran for the exit. I started to get tripped up in my skirt and stumbled on the ground.

Spot growled and scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder. "Put me down!" I protested, but that seemed to be pointless.
With me on his shoulder, he made a mad dash, running down the quiet streets. Obviously not at a very fast pace, but he kept up.

I had one guess as to where we were going by the bridge appearing in my vision.
"Alright, that's it!"

I struggled and struggled before I finally fell in a pile on the ground. I stood quickly and brushed myself off.
"Stupid damn dress!" I yelled. "Why are you kidnapping me Spot?"

"Please, just let me explain when we get ta Brooklyn. You'll be safe." Spot tried to reason, but anger overcame me.
"I was perfectly fine back at the theater!"

"I was told to get you out of there-"
By now, I was blind with anger and frustration. I wasn't controlling what was coming out of my mouth and things were just flying out with no filter. I had just snapped. Was it the stress of the strike? All my mixed emotions and the sudden burst of events that have happened? I couldn't say.

"By who? Who told you?"
"That David Kid. He told me-"
I could feel myself get more and more heated. David? What right did he have telling me what to do.
"David? DAVID? What the hell does David think he is, my brother?"
I began pacing back and forth trying to calm myself down but failing.

"Shit I don't know Y/n! But sny-"
"Did jack put him up to it?"
"No I'm trying to tell ya-"
"I want to go back to the theater. I'm telling jack about this."
"Y/n!" Spot grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I turned around and slapped him. I could practically see the anger in his face as he looked at me.

"I swear if you weren't a girl you'd be looking at me through one swollen eye!" He yelled in my face. I walked right up to him, our noses less than an inch apart. I took my hat off and glared into his eyes.
"Go ahead," I snarled, "give it your best shot."

Spot and I had a stare off. His extremely cold blue eyes looked directly into mine. They never broke the gaze as he leaned into my lips and kissed me. I didn't need any reaction time. I kissed him back immediately, taking my frustration out on him with that kiss. He met me with equal passion and wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed my body against his.