That's One Way
Requested Spot x Fem Reader request with #1 & #11 where she's a badass and then a softie which confuses the Brooklyn boys
"I have to go before I put your head through a wall."
"You have the prettiest eyes."
Warnings: violence
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Spot, Hot Shot, and a few other Brooklyn newsies were walking around Manhattan the fight at the distribution center. They had wanted to get away from the large group of newsies that included both the Brooklyn and Manhattan newsies. Hot Shot was starting to recount his encounter with one of the Delancey brothers when he stopped walking. Annoyed, Spot turned around to Hot Shot when they heard the sound of a nose breaking.
"The hell was that?" Spot asked as he walked to the alley way that Hot Shot was staring into. "Is that Y/N?"
"I thought Jack said she was one of the nicest ones," Hot Shot muttered as the two stared at you in the alley.
"He did."
Morris Delancey sat on the ground with a broken nose and an already bruising eye. Oscar stood in front of you attempting to land a few hits on you but failing.
"This is just sad Oscar. I'll make you a deal. You grab your brother and leave or you end up like him," you attempted to persuade the boy.
"Like that will happen," Oscar scoffed at you.
"Do you think we should help her?" One of the Brooklyn boys asked Spot as Oscar landed a punch on your cheek.
You retaliated by kneeing him in the groin and as he fell you kneed him once more in the chest. You punch him in the face before he crawled backwards towards Morris.
"I have to go before I put your head through a wall. Next time think before you mock Crutchie in front me," you told the brothers before looking up to the opening of the alley way. "Oh hi Spot."
"Hey Y/N," Spot said as him and the boys continued to stare at you and the beaten boys behind you.
"I need to get back to the lodging house if you don't mind. Need to check on the boys," you told the small group of Brooklyn newsies before walking away and made your way to the lodging house.
The boys all looked at each other as you walked down the busy sidewalks with blood running down your hands and a pep in your step. The small group eventually decided to make their way back to the Manhattan lodging house so Spot could talk to Jack and check on his boys. When they walked into the lodging house they were met with the sight of you once again. But this time you seemed to be the complete opposite of how you were with the Delancey brothers. You were taking care of the boys. Especially the younger ones.
"Y/N it hurts," Les said as he pointed to a small scratch on his cheek.
You smiled at him and grabbed a rag, wiping it off as softly as you could before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. The younger boy smiled at you before running off to his older brother and Jack. He spoke quickly and with a smile on his face while pointing at his cheek. Davey looked over to you with a grateful smile that you returned. Spot decided that now would be a good time to head over and talk to Jack.
While Jack, Davey, Race, Spot, and Hot Shot were having their serious strike talk, Skittery walked over to you with Tumbler next to him.
"Hey buddy. What's wrong?" You asked the younger boy before looking up at Skittery.
"Him and a few other little ones were messing around and he cut his leg on the stairs," Skittery sat next to Tumbler as you started cleaning up his leg.
Spot took notice of how gentle you were with the boys and it shocked him. When he first saw you, you were beating the crap out of two guys at once. Now here you were sitting in the lodging house cleaning up the boys who got hurt and you did it gently, with a smile. He was distracting throughout the entire conversation with Jack and was caught by Hot Shot staring at you.
Of course you had felt eyes on you but you were too busy taking care of the boys to care. After you finished up cleaning up Tumbler's leg, you got up and made your way over to Jack and the small group conversing in the corner.
"Hey Dave where's Les? Oh hi Spot," you smiled at the Brooklyn boy from behind Race.
Race looked over his shoulder and gave you a cheeky smile to which you smacked him upside the head. Davey pointed you in Les' direction before you left with a wave and a gentle smile. Spot stared at you as you walked away. Race smirked before deciding to add in his two cents.
"What got a crush on Manhattan's girl?" Race asked Spot.
"Huh?" Spot turned back to the group. Race shook his head laughing. They told the Brooklyn leader to forget about whatever Race had said and went back to discussing their upcoming plans.
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Throughout the days that the Brooklyn newsies spent in Manhattan Spot had gotten to know you pretty well. For example he told anyone who listened to him about the fact that as soon as one of the younger newsies is in danger or is injured you immediately take action. Like the time at the rally you broke someone's nose just to make sure Tumbler and Boots made it out of the theatre without a scratch. He knew that you normally were the sweetest person ever. As long as the Delancey brothers weren't involved. He knew that when Jack went to the refuge and then started working for Pulitzer you felt like you couldn't breath. You felt like not just you were being let down but all the younger newsies as well. All you seemed to care about were your newsies. And maybe Spot if he was reading everything right. And that's why you were in charge of telling Spot and his boys about the strike being back on and that you were getting all the city's child workers involved.
"Read this," you said as soon as you stood in front of Spot.
"Why should I bring my boys back to 'Hattan? Jack betrayed us all last time. Why is now any different?" Spot asked as he looked up from the paper he was holding.
"I promise it's different this time. Trust me," you looked at him with a pleading look.
"I'll see what I can do."
And so here you were standing with the rest of the Manhattan newsies waiting to see if anyone else was coming. The group of you had seemed to have lost hope when the other child workers made a dramatic entrance. From another street you saw another group walking to Newsies Square.
"Brooklyn!"
You saw Spot walking in the front of the group and you smiled. You felt all the hope rise again and breathed out a sigh of relief. Spot made his way over to the group of you as Jack and Davey made their way into Pulitzer's office. Newsies Square was very crowded with all of the child workers and you tried your best to not bump into anyone. That didn't happen though because your shoulder collided with Spot and you immediately tried to apologize.
"You have the prettiest eyes," Spot told you as he winked at you.
"Shut up," you muttered as you looked away.
"Honestly. They're beautiful and they're not even the most beautiful thing about you," Spot said.
As you tried to respond you were cut off with Jack coming over to the group and picking up Les.
"We won!"
Cheers rang through the air and you turned to Spot in happiness. As he looked at you he grabbed your face and pulled you to him. He pressed your lips together as you held his face in your hand. You pulled away just long enough to get out a sentence.
"That's one way to celebrate this," you chuckled before pulling the boy into another kiss.
