ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʜᴀᴛᴛᴀɴ ɴᴇᴡs ʙᴏʏs (ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ)

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 (ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ)

Twenty-seven roses

Flashbacks are in italics

"Imma miss you so much while I'm away" Spots voice was hoarse yet hushed as Y/N lay against his bare chest. She could feel his fingers tangled in the ends of her hair, tugging ever so lightly at the strands.

"Ill miss you to Spot" Y/N replied, pressing a chaste kiss to his collarbone. She felt his skin heat up under her touch and she smiled slightly. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes falling against her cheeks. Her breathing became slow and calm as she drifted back off to sleep in the early hours of the morning. Spot kissed the top of her head before falling back to sleep himself.

. . .

Y/N was sitting on the Brooklyn bridge, her legs swinging gently over the edge. Her head was back, basking in the New York sunshine. Below her the boys were swimming in the water, trying to escape some of the intense heat. She could feel the cool spray of the occasional splash enveloping her legs. She sighed happily, very content with her situation, but she wished that King of Brooklyn could be there to enjoy the warm weather her.

"Is there a Y/N here?" a voice called. Y/N twisted her head to where the noise was coming from.

"That's me" She chirped, pushing herself to her feet and walking up to the man who had called her name just seconds before.

"I've got a delivery for you" he announced, taking a suspiciously shaped brown package from his bag, and handed it to the girl.

"Thank you very much" she said with a smile. The man walked away, and Y/N resumed her seat on the edge of the bridge. She rolled the parcel between her hands before gripping the string between her fingers. She pulled it loose and the paper dropped to the ground. Between her fingers was a single red rose. It was gorgeous wit soft petals and a stem with all the thorns removed. A huge grin arose on her features as she brought the flower up to smell it.

"Another rose?" Hotshot yelled from his seat on the bridges railings.

"Yes" Y/N shouted back half laughing. Hotshot jumped down and took the rose from Y/N. He held it up in the air, studying it like it was the most complex thing he'd ever come across.

"Spot's not going to like this ya know...The Queen of Brooklyn receiving roses from a mysterious sender" He commented, passing Y/N the rose back.

"They're just flowers Hotshot" she said bluntly, breathing in its fragrant scent once again.

"How many is that now?"

"Um... 9"

"Eek, Spot's really gonna hate that"

"Oh shut up" Y/N scoffed, shoving Hotshot in the chest playfully and walking to the lodging house to put the flower in a vase with the others.

. . .

Y/N was really starting to miss Spot.

The rain was pouring down and the sudden crashes of thunder were really making her nervous. She herself wasn't scared as she watched lightning rip through the clouds, she was just hoping that Spot was somewhere warm and dry. The roses were the only source of colour in the room. Y/N hadn't received one that day, but she just assumed that the post was running slow today due to the weather.

"Yo, Y/N" Hotshot shouted from the door. He peered round the corner, watching Y/N turn from her spot at the window. He came in holding something behind his back.

"What you got their Hotshot?" she joked. Hotshot pushed another rose into her grasp.

"Wow..." she gasped, taking it from in front of her face. She dropped it into the water with the other 19 that she'd received.

Everyday for the next week she kept getting roses, still from an unknown mailer.

. . .

"Spot comes home today...WOO" Y/N cheered, her fists in the air.

"Don't tell Spot I did that...actually don't ever speak of that again" she commented bluntly. Hotshot and the others burst out into a fit of laughter at Y/N's shenanigans.

"Are you'se gonna get rid of your roses?"

"No" Y/N said, her hands on her hips.

Y/N was waiting on the bridge all day for Spot, anxiously awaiting his arrival. Her foot was tapping on the wood so furiously Hotshot said that if she tapped any harder the bridge would crumble. Her nails had been chewed down to practically nothing. Secretly Y/N had been a whole mess without Spot and the only thing was the roses she had gotten on the daily.

She placed her head in her hands, her fingertips drumming against her forehead.

"Y/N you look really stupid right now" Hotshot laughed.

"Oh shut it Hotshot" Y/N snapped, her head shooting up. She stared at him a little, her eyes wandering to the view behind him.

"Spot" she whispered under her breath, her eyes falling on an ever so familiar figure.

"No im Hotshot.." he grumbled but Y/N wasn't listening.

She took off running down the bridge, Spot had spied her. He dropped all his luggage and opened his arms wide to catch the girl running full speed at him. Y/N crashed into his body, jumping into his arms. He tucked them around her tightly, lifting her off the ground. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist and her hands flew to cup his face. Both of them were breathing heavily. Y/N's thumbs traced patterns across Spot's cheek before placing her lips to his. The kiss showed just how much the two of them had missed each other and was broken as Y/N slipped from his grip.

"I missed you so much" Y/n sighed, her arms crossed over her chest. Spot didn't reply, he just knelt down and picked something up from behind the ratty bag that he had stored his stuff in. From behind the suitcase, he produced the twenty-seventh red rose. Y/N's smile had never been wider, than when Spot tucked the rose behind her ear.

"Twenty-seven roses for everyday I'se been away"

(A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE, i got writers block and then had some super busy days, please enjoy and forgive me for being so late! Stay safe and ily)