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Description: Your family becomes rich and Race is scared that he is going to lose you

“Hey (Y/N) wake up” You groaned as you heard your older brother’s voice

“Go away,” you said groaning slightly “I’m sleepy”

“Dad said he wanted us to meet him in his office today, so you need to get up” your brother let the family butler in your room, so she could pick out your outfit for the day. You sat up yawning loudly and stretching your arms above your head.

“You don’t have to do that Alexandra I can pick my outfit myself,” you said quickly ushering your brother and butler out of your room. “I’ll be ready in 10 minutes” you quickly shut your door. You quickly pick out a dress and slipped it on.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling” you whispered to your self as you brushed your hair.

You weren’t always rich. Your family was quite poor. Your father always wanted to be a pharmacist and make new types of medicine, but with no funding, he couldn’t get the material he needed. Since he couldn’t provide for his family he had to pull your brother and you out of school so you could get jobs. You were only 12 when you got a job as a newsie. You had to admit being a newsie for 4 years was fun, but you always wanted an education and when your dad invented a ground-breaking disinfecting a huge pharmaceutical company hired him and now he makes enough money that you could buy yourself a school.  Even though you could get whatever you wanted you still missed your newsies. They made such an incredible impact in your life and you couldn’t ask for better friends. Especially a certain cigar smoking newsie. Your heart started to speed up just thinking about him.

Race was certainly the newsies that had the greatest impact on you. The first day you arrived to get your papes he was the one that quickly jumped at the opportunity to teach you everything he knew. Without him, you wouldn’t have been able to sell a single pape. He was also the one to cheer you up whenever you were down, and he was always there for you no matter what time of day it was. You showed up at the lodging house once at 3am since you couldn’t sleep because of your parents fighting and he didn’t even bat an eye. He just moved over and let you rest beside him as you ranted to him. He never made you feel uncomfortable and was always the first one to soak anyone who would look at you funny or talk to you in an inappropriate manner. It also didn’t help that you had the hugest crush on the young gambler.

But now you barely ever see him. You’ve been concentrating hard on your schooling. You had a tutor come over to your house to help you catch up. You would work around 9 hours or sometimes even 10 hours a day.

“You almost ready in there? Dad is going to get angry if we show up to late” your older brother said while he banged on your door. You rolled your eyes an opened your door.

“I was barely even 10 minutes” you replied

“Let’s go,” he said while locking his arm with yours leading you outside.

“Can we buy a pape before meeting with dad?” you pleaded with your brother.

“Don’t talk like that” he scowled “You know dad would get mad if he heard you talking like that, especially if it was in front of his new friends.”

“It’s just a word, no need to get mad” you pouted back.

“We have to prove to everyone that we aren’t street rats (Y/N) and it’ll be hard to do that if you keep acting like one” your brother started to sound like your tutor.

“Okay then, can we get a paper then,” you said putting emphasis on the word paper.

“Of course father would probably want to read one as well” you smiled brightly and started leading your brother to your old selling spot.  You knew Race would be there and you couldn’t resist the urge to see that handsome face of his.

As you rounded the corner you could hear Race voice as he shouted headlines that were clearly made up. You waved at Spec and Albert who was a crossed the road just hanging around. They must have already finished selling all their papes.

“One paper please,” your brother said when you reached Race

“Make that two papes please!” your brother’s face scowled as soon as you said ‘papes’ but you couldn’t bring it to care.

Your heart started to pound when Race turned to face you and your brother. He’s as breathtaking as always and you could still detect that faint smell of cigar.

“(Y/N)? is that you?” Race asked surprise, I guess he never really saw you in proper clothing before. Hopefully, he liked it.

“It’s been a while,” you said smiling brightly. Race only nodded as he raised a brow looking at your brother. He seemed mad?

“Here,” you said handing Race 3$ “Keep the change” Race only nodded and handed you the papes not taking his eyes off your brother.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out? I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I really want to catch up. Do you want to meet up at that cute bakery we use to always go to? We could meet up at 6?” you asked

“I’se love to” Race said while he placed his cigar in his mouth “Now’s scram I’se need to finish selling,” he said coldly.

“Um okay see you later”

 *Race POV*

“I’se couldn’t believe me eyes, (Y/N) is a scabber!” Specs said loudly

“And did you’se see the boy she’s with now! I’se couldn’t believe it!” Albert continued. “And she thunk that she could just waltz back into our lives after leaving us”

“Shut up” I basically growled out. Spec and Albert just rolled their eyes.

“You’se only defending her since you’se want her to be your goil” Albert said

“We should be happy for her” I said “She’s probably just busy now and she’s no scabber”

“Sure, but remember she’s rich now, one day she ain’t going to even remember you’se name” Spec warned. I just rolled my eyes and started walking out of the lodging house. I was already late. As I walked towards the bakery I couldn’t help but let Specs’ words bug him. He was right. She’s no longer poor and she’s got herself a man that could provide for her for the rest of her life. She doesn’t need me anymore.

 *Y/N POV*

 You sighed as you sipped your tea. He was late, an hour late to be more specific. He did seem mad earlier. He probably hated you now. Just as you were giving up hope the little bell rang meaning someone was walking into the bakery. Your eyes lit up when you saw Race walk in with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Race you made it! I thought you weren’t coming!” you said as you stood up to hug him. He quickly moved over before you could touch him making you frown but decided to just drop it. “I got you a muffin and a cup of coffee, but the coffee is probably cold by now”

“You’se change (Y/N)” Race simply state

“What?” you asked surprised

“I’se said you’se changed. I’se only came here to tell you that we’se can’t be friends anymore” you were shocked. As you simply stood there not knowing what to say Race made his way out of the bakery. Quickly getting back to reality you grabbed your purse and followed Race out the door.

“What the actual hell Anthony,” you said as you grabbed Race’s arm. He stiffened when you said his name “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around much. But I’ve been busy with school! I missed 4 years of it and I’m trying to catch up! I thought you’d be happy for me! You know that I’ve always wanted to go to school. You never got mad when Davey left us to go back”

“I’se don’t care about Davey! And he didn’t change! He still comes to visit! He’s not a scabber” Race said angrily making you tear up.

“I am not a scabber” you said offended

“You’se a scabber! You’se got a scabber life now! You’se don’t need us street rats around anymore!”

“I never thought of you guys as street rats and you know it! I can’t believe you!”

“Whatever doll go back and cry to your boyfriend” Race mumbled angrily as he turned around about to walk away.

“Boyfriend?” You asked confused making Race roll his eyes.

“Don’t act dumb with me, I’se saw you’se with him this morning!” Race said while he glared down at you.

But when you really looked into his eyes you saw it. You’d recognize that look anymore. Race wasn’t mad at you. He was scared, and you could tell he was infected with the green monster of envy. You’ve had your fair share of the monster since you’d always feel like punching every girl that Race would flirt with while he sold his papes.

Not even thinking twice you grabbed Race’s collar and pulled him down connecting your lips with his. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears when you didn’t feel Race kissing back. Was this the right choice? Where you even right? Was it jalousie that you saw?

You were about to pull away, but Race wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flushed against him deepening the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasps as you felt his soft lips move against yours deeply. That just gave Race the opportunity to slip his tongue in making you moan softly as you ran your fingers throw his hair tugging lightly. As you tugged on his hair Race groaned pushing you against the nearest ally wall. His taste was intoxicating. He tasted slightly like cigar and you wanted more.

Sadly, you needed to breathe so both of you slowly separated. Both of you breathing heavily but none of you showing signs of separating.

As you run your fingers through his hair you couldn’t help but smile.

“That was my brother” Race looked at you confused.

“What?”

“The ‘scabber’ I was with earlier” you started “He’s my brother”

“Fuck, I was glaring at him the entire time, he probably thinks I’se want to fight him” He groaned as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Well you kinda did” you stated

Next post:

Race x reader

Veronica x fem reader

part 2 to cool in college

Spot x rich reader (it’s going to be multiple parts)

Some hamilton and maze runner one shots

Will be updating when I post anything new! Request are open! I do Hamilton, newsies, be more chill, DEH,  something rotten. I also do Maze runner and the outsiders!

Newsies

Spot:

You’re going to give me a heart attack

Race:

You’se a scabber now!

Be more chill 

Michael Mell

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Description: Christine forces you to go to a party were you meet Michael 

 “Come on (Y/N) you are going to this party” your roommate and new best friend Christine said.

“I can’t, I’ll go next time,” you said not taking your eyes off your laptop

“That’s what you said last time” She whined “I want you to meet my boyfriend Jeremy and his friend Michael”

“I need to finish this project” Christine rolled her eyes

“You’re not even working on a project! You’re just watching Jeremy Jordan compilations!” She accused  

“Hey! As a drama student, I must learn all I can.” You said defensively as you kept watching. Christine just rolled her eyes and took it upon herself to shut your laptop.

“You’re coming out and we are going to have an amazing time! Now come over here and let me help you with your hair and makeup”

She started brushing the knots out of your hair making you grunt in pain.

“Hey be careful!” you hiss

“When was the last time you brushed your hair properly?” Christine asked as she finished brushing.

“I wasn’t really planning on going out tonight, so I didn’t bother” you mumbled

“You never plan on going out. This is going to be good for you I promise” You’re annoying best friend determine

And that was how you ended up awkwardly rubbing your arms as your roommate chatted away with some unknown girl who was in one of her classes. You couldn’t help but be bored. The songs all sounded the same, the ‘DJ’ was just standing up on the stage not actually doing any true djing. He was just using his iPod. The party just started, and people were already throwing up making our nose curl in disgust.

You looked over at the swarm of people dancing so close to each other some people basically having sex on the dancefloor and that’s when you saw him. A man in a red hoodie with a red solo cup in his left hand as he attempted to dance. You couldn’t help the small giggle from escaping your lips when he spilled a little bit of his drink onto an unsuspecting guy who just sent him the most aggressive glare. It didn’t seem to bother the mystery dancing boy though since he just kept on dancing to his heart content.

“What’s got you all giggly?” Christine asked as her friend walked away. You didn’t even hear her. You were in your own world as you watched the young man dance like nobody was watching.  You couldn’t help but think he was cute in a sort of geeky way.

This only made Christine tilt her head as she looked over the dancefloor. The only time you ignore her like this is when you’re concentrating on a book or listening to a new play. “Oh, Michael is here! Which means Jeremy should be here too!” She said as she shook you snapping you out of your gaze.

“Where’s Michael?” You asked

“He’s the one in the red hoodie dancing” Christine pointed at the mystery guy in the red hoodie “Michael! Over here!” your roommate shouted. Michael looked up when he heard his name and sauntered over to you guys.

“Where is Jeremy?” Christine asked

“Well hello to you too,” Michael said making Christine roll her eyes letting a little giggle escape. “If you must know he’s getting you a drink” you were paralyzed. He was more handsome up-close. His red hoodie was decorated with a lot of random patched, you quickly counted 11. His hoodie sleeves were rolled up showing his Pac man tattoo going all the way up his arm. He had such nice jet-black hair. You had to resist the urge to run your finger through them and his eyes. They have filled with so much joy and excitement that it made your heart race.

“Y/N? You still with us” Christine worried voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Huh?” You said

“I’ve been calling your name for a while now, you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine” You beamed making Christine raise her eyebrow.

“Anyway, Michael (Y/N), (Y/N) Michael” Your roommate introduced.

“Nice to meet you” Michael smiled making you melt.

“You too!” You blurt out instantly regretting it. You couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment. Michael just chuckled making your face even redder.

“I’m going to go find Jeremy, knowing him he probably got lost” Your eyes widen as Christine walked away leaving you alone with the boy you’ve just met.

“So how did you meet Christine?” Michael asked as he drank his beer.  Well maybe if you drank you’d be able to talk to him without embarrassing yourself. So, you quickly chugged the rest of your rum and coke that Christine got you at the start of the party.

“She’s um my roommate” You mumbled out looking at him in the eyes for the first time.

“Oh! You’re her hermit roommate! It’s nice to finally meet you. Christine can go on and on about you! I feel like I already know you” He chuckled out “I didn’t think you’d be this beautiful” He mumbled under his breath making your ears perk. You suddenly had a small burst of confidence.

“Hey, do you maybe want to dance? You could teach me those cool dance moves that you were doing earlier” You giggled as you finally looked into his eyes. They really were breathtaking

“You saw that?” He blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I got to say you were pretty cool” You smiled as you grabbed his hand dragging him towards the sea of people.

You two danced pressed up against each other trying not to get elbowed or shoved by other people. Michael had a tight grip on your waist to make sure you were stable as you two started to belt out the lyrics. The songs started to grow on you the more and more that you two were dancing.

“I’m glad you came tonight!” Michael yelled over the music

“Me too! This is way more fun then locking myself up in my dorm room”

“We should hang out sometime,” He said, “I mean as a group with Christine and Jeremy too” He blushed

“So, like a double date?” you smirked grabbing his hand making his face burn red.

“I-If you want to call it that I wouldn’t mind” He stutters out.

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Hi! I’m new to this writing thing but I do take requests! I also do other plays like BMC hamilton, heaters, or DEH anyway hope you enjoy! I also do other fandoms like maze runner or the outsiders'

description: Spot gets hurt and you take care of him 

“What in the heck happened to you!” Your eyes widen when you saw your best friend trusty leader walking limping into the lodging house with two of his men by his side. You looked them over and it seemed that they took a worst beaten then Spot.

“Don’t worry about it doll, you should see the other guys!” He said trying to act cocky. You only crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it? You look like complete shit! Get your ass over here so I can at less attempt to try and patch you up” You didn’t wait for a response knowing fully that he would just deny your help.

You pulled him up all the way to the makeshift bathroom you guys all shared. “Sit down while I grab everything,” you said sternly”

“You can’t boss me around goil, I’se the king of Brooklyn” Spot said trying to be ‘dominant’ it didn’t faze you, all you had to do was give him a single glare and he immediately sat down.

“We are going to start with that gash on your face and then move to the cuts on your chest and arms okay?” you instructed as you poured the disinfecting that you stole, on the cloth. Spot only nodded “I’m going to need you to take your shirt off first, Spot,” you said trying to suppress the blush from forming on your cheeks.

“Buy me dinner first doll” Spot joked as he took his shirt off. This wasn’t the first time you saw your fearless leader shirtless but every time your heart would just start thumping loudly.

“Shut up idiot and turn your head to the left.” you huffed out as you pressed the cloth on one of his cuts. He hissed loudly as his gripped the counter squeezing so tight that his knuckles turned white.

“I’m sorry” You apologized softly making him shiver slightly as he felt your hot breath on his neck. He bit his lip gently taking deep breaths. He would never admit it, but he was very smitten with you.

As you treated his wound you couldn’t help but reminisce about the past.

You’ve known Spot ever since you two were kids. You can still remember the day he first arrived at the lodging house. He was a very shy small frail boy. You immediately felt drawn to him.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N)! But everyone calls me books!” You said happily dropping the current book in your hand so you could take his hand. He just looked at you like you were crazy. Your eyes quickly found Socks who had his hands on top of the mystery boy’s head. “Does he not know how to speak?” 8-year-old you said.

“The kid hasn’t said nutthing since we found him running from Snyder. I took it upon myself to call him Spot since he reminded me of dog”

“Spot! That’s a good name! He’s cute like one too!” you couldn’t help but giggle as you try to pet his head.

“Well since you seem so interested, you can show him the ropes,” Socks said making you gasp happily

“I’m going to make sure he becomes the best newsies there ever was!” You declared

“I’m sure you will Books,” Socks said as he messed up your hair making you glare at him.

“Just you wait, Spot and I are going to sell more papes then all you losers” Socks burst out laughing.

“God kid you always say the weirdest things”

Spot finally did warm up to you. He didn’t speak much at first which did lead to you having to protect him. Surprisingly when you two were younger you were the one that was hot-headed and got into fights.

“Hey Spot, it’s strange isn’t it?” you hummed as you started to put band-aids on certain cuts

“What’s strange?” He questioned looking at you strangely.

“When we were little I was always the one getting patched up by you, but now you’re the one that can’t seem to keep out of trouble” He just chuckled.

“Well I couldn’t let you fight all my battles I would have been made fun of by the other guys, they would have started calling me a goil” you just rolled your eyes applying more disinfecting to make him purposely squirm.

“Watch it” you warned making him shiver a little as he looked into your cold eyes.

But it was true when you both hit 13 you Spot started to speak up more and to stand his ground. At first, he kept getting beat but eventually, he became almost unstoppable. That was also around the time that you started seeing Spot differently. He wasn’t that lost puppy that you first met. He was starting to become manlier and you had to admit it you liked it.

Spot wasn’t the only one changing. You starting to mature and it didn’t go unseen. He started noticing the small things like the way your (E/C) shined brightly, he could get lost in your eyes for hours. He loved how your (H/C) always seemed so soft, he couldn’t help but yearn to run his fingers through your hair. Also, your curves kept him up at night. He couldn’t help but admire the way you were always so gentle and kind to all the younger newsies and he couldn’t help but hate it.

He hated that he would do anything for you. He hated that you had him wrapped around your finger and you had no idea. He hated when he would see the other boys flirt with you. He hated when you didn’t give him your full attention. He hated not being able to hold you close at night and whisper sweet nothings to you all night. He hated that you weren’t ‘his goil’. He hated that he was too scared to tell you.

“There all done,” you said smiling at the young king. “Now stay out of trouble will yeah? You’re going to end up giving me a heart attack” Spot just rolled his eyes but suddenly he felt heat rush to his cheek as you laid a small peck to one of the many Band-Aids on his face. “I mean it Spot, I really do care about you and it hurts me every time I see you hurt” you gently placed your hand on his cheek caressing his right cheek.  

“I-I’ll try” Spot gulped as he looked deep into your eyes biting his lip gently. He couldn’t help but look down at your lips. They looked so soft and inviting.