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himbohood · 3 years

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facedown - @himbohood

a repost from my previous blog! i’ll be putting my old writings in my queue just so i can get them back on my blog. wanna be added to my tag list? click here!

paring: calum hood / female reader

about: this is based off of an experience i had with an ex-boyfriend and i started thinking about how this would be if i put calum in that memory instead. thus this was created. uni!sos

warnings: smut.

word count: 1688

The days she wasn’t bombarded with work or classes, she usually took up residency on her boyfriend's couch. Calum Hood split rent with three other guys and at this point in their relationship, she had meshed in well with the group. The atmosphere of the small three-bedroom house was more relaxing than any home Y/N had previously been in. With guitars hanging haphazardly on the wall and concert posters pinned up wherever the boys could fit them— this tiny house had become hers as well.

She sunk comfortably in the soft cushions of the couch, her legs lying lazily across Calum’s lap. Michael, one of the aforementioned roommates, took control of the TV. He switched back and forth between YouTube channels before landing on a let's player of some sort. Y/N briefly overheard something about Overwatch but then quickly tuned out after that. She didn’t entirely know if it was just how Calum looked with the LCD screen shining back on his strong features— but the urge to crawl into his lap got harder to resist.

Scooting closer each time he laughed along with his friend, Y/N let her hand brush against his chest. She figured Calum knew what she was hinting at because his hand moved dangerously close to the bottom of her fleece shorts. Y/N cursed herself for not just getting up and texting him to follow her back to his room. Though, she figured this was much more fun. Michael was seemingly oblivious of their silent sexual tension. If she wasn’t in such a haze of arousal, she might have joined in. Her mind just kept drifting away from the reality of the moment. The absolute need to be fucked by her boyfriend was the only thing that was important. Flashes of dirty memories ran through her brain and just the thought was enough for Y/N to fill a flutter in her stomach. She would have done anything at this moment for Calum to bend her over the back of this couch and fuck her senselessly. Maybe if she asked nicely, he’d pull her hair or spank her.

The thoughts her heavily amplified by his beautiful voice booming about whatever the fuck he and Michael were talking about. She didn’t understand how he could be so subtle at rubbing the soft skin of her thigh. How could Calum not break concentration on his conversation as he gave Y/N the smallest amount of stimulation for her problem? She knew he didn’t want to seem rude, but she could tell by the bulge against her legs that he was just as interested.

“ I think that I’m gonna go and pick up some food— you guys want to come with?” Michael said, finally getting up and heading towards the exit.

“Nah, we‘ll pick up something later. Thanks, though.” Y/N finally spoke after Calum did, “Yeah, I’m not really that hungry right now.”

Whenever that door shut, the two of them had the entire house to themselves. She didn’t have any time to blink before Calum snatched her up and pulled her in his lap. Y/N gasped at the sudden sensation and didn’t wait to roughly grind her hips down onto him. He made the prettiest noises and that only made her problem worse. She was sure that at this point he could just kiss her and she would cum.

Her voice became a sort of wine as she spoke, “ Cal, please touch me.” It was most definitely a beg because she didn’t have time to take things slow. Michael would be back soon and she really wanted the opportunity to ruin her vocal cords screaming Calums name.

There was a chuckle and then his lips made contact with her skin. They landed on her collarbone, teeth grazing the soft skin and vibrating it as he spoke. “ What’s gotten into you? Thought you were gonna fuck me in front of Mikey or somthin’” As he spoke he made quick work at pushing her shirt just over her breasts. Y/N let out a soft laugh, at his comment— moaning loudly when he bit the skin right above her breasts. “If we don’t hurry up I might have to fuck you while Mikey watches.”

Calum let out a low groan and quickly wrapped his arms around her midsection. Lifting Y/N he supported her by placing his hands firmly on her ass. He made quick work at getting them back to his room. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Y/N crawled on the bed. Caum watched in awe as she lay on her back and shimmied off her shorts and underwear. With her legs wide open, she was at full display for him. “You expect me not to eat you out when you look that good?” He teased, walking towards her as he pulled off his clothes. “We’ve got plenty of time for that later,” Y/N promised, discarding her shirt and bra. “If you fuck me well enough, I might sit on your face.” Her face was bright pink after speaking, half distracted by Calum hovering over her.

“I think I can do that.”

His hands explored everywhere they could. He saved the best for last. He didn’t tease her, figuring that she had already edged herself just from sitting on the couch earlier. His thumb came in contact with her clit and Y/N let out an almost painfully loud moan. She was slick before he even touched her. That didn’t entirely surprise Calum but god was it pride boosting. “You don’t even need me to get you ready, do you?” His words were a soft mumble, catching her lips in a very much needed kiss. He pulled away just for a moment, getting ready to angle himself in— but before he could she spoke. “Cal, fuck me from behind. I want you deep.”

Y/N didn’t have to ask twice because before she knew it Cal was directing her to turn around. She rested her head on his pillows, eagerly shaking her ass up at him. “Please fuck me, Cal.”

He lined himself up with her entrance, hand moving to brush down her spine as a sort of warning before he pushed in. She let out a loud, gasping-for-air type of breath when he bottomed out inside of her. “Fuck— Cal, baby you’re so big.” She moaned out, pressing back onto him as if to say more. She put her hands behind her back, asking Cal to hold them without even speaking. She didn’t know if it was her previous begging, but Y/N brought that same energy as he pulled her back against his chest. With one hand gripped tightly on her hip and the other grasped around her breast, Calum made quick work in starting his agonizingly slow pace.

At the mere thought of friction, Y/N’s knees were weak— but now that she was finally getting what she wanted the idea of being quiet was a joke. The slow thrusts of his hips didn’t last long. Y/N figured he was just getting his balance because soon enough both of his calloused hands landed on her hips. He gave her a kiss that almost read farewell before pushing her face down into the pillows.

“ Mmph— fuck you look so good like this baby,” his voice filled the room with soft, pleasure-filled mumbles. Y/N could only respond in incoherent gasps and mewls, eagerly bouncing back on his cock in desperation. One hand left her hip and the loss of it almost stung, but it went away when that hand traced up her spine and tangled in her hair. The loud noise of his hips snapping against Y/N ass practically filled the tiny house.

Her knees were weak and her forehead was covered in sweat. She tried so hard to tell him that she was close, but whenever her words failed her, she was happy that he just knew. Calum fucked her mercilessly into the bed, his hand now finding her clit and rubbing firm calculated circles against it.

His name was the only thing that she could think as she fell apart. Screaming his name in praise, in thanks, in rejoice as she came around him. She fell from an unbelievable high and only felt it coming back as he focused on his orgasm.

She could only imagine how his face looked as he fucked her. His soft grunts were perhaps the most beautiful sound in the world, but what was even prettier was what he said next,

“ Baby— fuck, I’m about to cum.”

She hated that he had to pull out, but the empty feeling was almost made better by the warm ropes decorating her back.

She relaxed on her stomach as Calum lazily brushed a finger through the mess on her back and pressed a firm kiss to her shoulder.

“Let me get a towel, yeah?” and with that, he wandered into his ensuite and wasted no time in cleaning Y/N up. Falling to warm up space beside her, Calum eagerly pulled her on his chest.

They sat for a moment, relaxing in the post-sex high. His hand brushed through her hair, lips leaving kisses across her forehead. She sighed, nuzzling her face against his chest before doing the same to him. Her fingers ran through his hair and her lips littered his skin. It was quiet for a bit— the world didn’t exist… until, well until Micheal made it known that he had been back for around 15 minutes.

“ Are you guys done fucking yet? I bought you food, so if you’re not done I’m eating it!” His highly annoyed voice boomed through the house which elicited a laugh from both Calum and Y/N.

“Fuck,” she laughed, “Guess we lost track of time?”

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, I forgot he was even coming back.” and with that, the only important thing the two laughed together and rolled out of their haze to get dressed and eat the food Micheal had so graciously got them.

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tomhollandarling · 7 years

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Star What? Part Two

Summary: There’s a few complications with finishing a chemistry worksheet. That being Peter’s internship, and oh yeah, a stolen truck. Part Two of Star What?

Part One

Masterlist

Word Count: 2260

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A/N: Hey! Finally back with part two. Sorry it took a while to update! AP classes have me swamped. Don’t take APUSH, it’s a trap. ALSO: sorry if the perspective switch is kinda confusing. I didn’t want the whole story to be from the reader’s perspective since I did start part one being Peter’s. I think it makes it interesting. Hope you guys like it! I’m definitely going to continue writing this. (ALSO I FOUND THIS CUTE GIF AND IT GOES WITH THE BEGINNING OF PART TWO KINDA)

4:48pm

As soon as Peter picked up on the unusual amount of sirens due to his heightened senses, he knew something was up from where he was situated: the ledge of someone’s fire escape, eating a sandwich with his mask half off.

Discarding his food, Peter pulled it down to fully cover his exposed features, hiding his identity. Taking one last moment to admire the setting sun of New York, he quickly began to swing from concrete rooftop to rooftop, paralleling the skyline on his way as the city slowly fell into evening’s grasp.

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It was nearing five and Peter still hadn’t texted you the address to his apartment complex or even contacted you. Just meeting him and all, you were hesitant to text multiple times. You didn’t want to annoy him or come off as rude and you’d already texted him earlier. Although, being a student in NYC, students got together at each other’s apartments all the time to work on projects even if they weren’t super close. It was no big deal. Maybe you could just finish the questions on your own. Yeah, yeah. I’ll do that if I don’t get a reply by 6.

But, Peter had mentioned an internship so that could have occupied his time more than usual? Where does he intern though? Either way, you decided to not let it bother you, instead turning to make home on the plush couch in your living room. You knew Peter was a good student, or at least that what was what your peers said. He’d have a good reason.

To your left was a window looking out at the city buildings and streets. Your mom was working late tonight and your dad was on a business trip so you had the whole apartment to yourself. Always working. You sighed. The faint sound of traffic carried upwards into the area, more sirens than usual going off around the block. Typical New York crime on a Monday night. You mentally rolled your eyes.

Snuggling up with a thick maroon knit blanket and a mug of tea, you turned on the news to learn what the commotion was about.

5:02pm

“Just around the 12th avenue bridge multiple vehicles have been involved in an accident regarding a stolen Stark Industries transportation semi that has been hijacked by unknown personnel. Police and officials are doing their best to keep the situation contained. We at 7News advice you to stay inside and off the streets as the individuals inside the vehicle are heavily armed and have already injured 6 civilians…”

Dang, that sounds bad. What the hell is in that vehicle that they wanted? You wondered.

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Shit. I was supposed to have (Y/n) over.

Peter barely had time to think as he was in the midst of running across a street that was packed with ongoing traffic, let alone send you a text. Angry drivers and taxis honked their horns, shouting and making rude gestures as they had to slam their brakes in order not to hit the masked teen. He was, after all, jaywalking in the middle of the street. Probably not the smartest move but...I could’ve stopped one if I had to. A wave of satisfaction washed over Peter as he realized his strength again: it never got old. Wait, I can stop a car. I can actually stop a moving car with my bare hands. He smiled under the suit.

Peter sprinted down 12th avenue’s sidewalk and up towards the bridge, the scene of the crash just ahead. Red and blue lights surrounded the accident and detour signs had been placed around the stretch of road. He rushed over, analyzing the area. Ambulances were already stationed and medics had started to help the victims. Three cars were involved in the crash he noticed. Allegedly the stolen Stark Industries truck had been tailgating, urging the car on as a means to get away faster. That’s what caused the crash.

“He started ramming into my bumper and at this point I was gettin’ pretty mad, you know, so I rolled down my window, makin’ a gesture, which I know I shouldn’t a’made, but you gotta understand he was ramming my back! An’ that’s when I felt somthin’ hit my hand.”

One of the victims was explaining how the crash started, showing Peter his hand as a medic finished wrapping it, the white fabric already a bit stained with crimson. “An’ then I span out of control. Thought I was gonna land in the lake.” He noted.

“I can’t move it now. I can move my arm, but not my hand.” He said, alarming Peter. “They don’t know what hit me.” The man continued, referring to the medics. “No evidence of a bullet. They think it’s gonna be paralyzed for a while.” He rambled on.

Peter stood there at the sidelines of the crash. He couldn’t muster up an idea. “That’s really weird. There’s nothing to prove what hit you? Nothing in your hand?”

“Goose egg, son.” The man sighed, completely unfazed about a teenager in a spandex suit interviewing him. Police started to make their way over to the man as they needed statements. Before they could ask Peter what he was doing there, he quietly excused himself and casually walked away towards the crash.

Taking the chance to explore the site, Peter slipped under the police tape and behind the crushed cars unnoticed, looking for something. Anything. There’s gotta be something. Come on.

He shuffled around pieces of broken glass and shredded metal and peered through the car windows. Peter didn’t know what they he was looking for but how on earth could something leave no evidence? Especially since it was something that was shot at someone, he assumed.

Peter was just about to give up searching around the crash to pursue looking for the runaway truck until something got caught in his peripheral vision. He turned on his heels, jogging over to the one of the totaled cars. This must be that guy’s car. Peter observed, referring to the man he was just talking to, as the bumper was crushed inwards and some of the tires were torn off. The drivers side mirror was missing from the vehicle but it wasn’t due to the fact that the car had rolled. It looked as if something had blown it off.

Where’s the mirror? Peter squatted down, running his fingers over where the mirror would be and scanning the car’s surroundings.

Peter closed his eyes, visualizing what could have happened. He walked over to where the tire skids were burned into the asphalt in a wavelike pattern, assuming they were from the car’s.

“..An’ then I span out of control. Thought I was gonna land in the lake.” Peter recalled.

The lake.

Okay okay. You got this Peter. You’re the Spider-man. He pumped himself up, deciding to go down into the water as he made his way over to the guard rails. He peered side to side, checking if anyone was watching. The crash blocked him from view to his right and there wasn’t any movement to his left. All clear.

Peter gingerly stepped up onto the railing, still holding on, and swung himself over to the other side. He glanced down at the rushing water. The breeze started to pick up, sending chills down Peter’s spine. He tightened his grip on the rusted guard rails.

Shooting a web, he attached it to the side of the bridge’s concrete, pulling on it to test the strength. Slowly, he inched his other hand away from the rail and put his trust into the web. He started lowering himself down at a reluctant pace. Checking the durability once more, Peter tugged at the web. You’re fine. It’s fine. People hang over the side of bridges all the time.

Descending downwards he was halfway there when his phone started buzzing uncontrollably, making him jolt in surprise.

What the?

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5:20pm

Taking a sip of your tea you noticed that your phone lit up. Hoping it was from Peter, you urgently grabbed it. Just another news notification.

Still nestled in a blanket on the couch, you were getting impatient. 5:22 is close enough to 6 right? Yeah, okay. I’m just gonna call him. You decided. Internships don’t go this late. Not for students.

You found his contact and pressed call, holding up the phone to your ear waiting for an answer. It only took 7 rings for him to pick up.

You heard Peter clear his throat. “H-hey.” He spoke.

“Uh, hey.” You started, unsure of how to start the conversation. “So, it’s um past five. Weren’t we gonna finish the chem paper?”

“Oh. Sorry about that I got held up at the..the internship. Yeah the internship.” The sound of wind filled the phone, making it hard to hear him. Where is he?

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean? I’m at the internship. Avenger’s tower.” He sounded nervous.

“Are you outside or something? It sounds windy--wait Avengers Tower?”

“YeAH.” His voice quickly went up in a frenzy and you heard some muffled movement.

“Peter? You okay?”

“Yeah yeah! I’m good. Just slipped. I’m...outside on one of the balconies.”

Avengers Tower? Peter Parker interns at Avengers Tower? No wonder he has no time. To your surprise, anger wasn’t what filled you, it was concern. How does he manage all his homework and the internship? Even you weren’t finished with all your work, being in advanced classes just like Peter, the teachers piled it on every night. It was hard to imagine how much he must have.

“Okay, well I can finish the questions then if you’re still there. Who do you intern for?”

You heard some more movement on the line. “Peter?”

“Yeah.” He let out a deep breath of relief.

“I asked who you intern for.” You repeated.

“Uh. Tony Stark.”

“Woah seriously? That’s so cool!! What do you do?”

He seemed really distracted by something. “I can explain to you tomorrow?”

“Oh. Okay, sure. That works.” You put your attention towards the tv, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“...As the chase continues, NYPD have sent out backup towards the situation…” The screen panned an aerial view of the crash.

“Wow. Have you heard about the crash?” You asked, following along on the news story.

He coughed in surprise at your comment “Y-yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you’re at Avengers Tower so I don’t know, I guess you might know more than me or the news right? There’s a runaway Stark truck.” You laughed a little, trying to cheer the situation up. He seemed uncomfortable.

“Oh, heh. Yeah…” Peter trailed off. “I heard-”

Suddenly his voice disappeared and you heard a weird crash. “Hello?” No answer. “Hello? Peter?” You called. The phone call beeped and ended. Well okay then.

“That was weird.” You commented to yourself, staring at the black screen.

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“Peter, you’re an idiot. An actual idiot.” He said to himself, watching his phone fall down into the lake, sending ripples outwards once it hit the surface.

Just as Peter was lowering himself down towards the water you had called him...and he answered...as he was hanging halfway down the side of a bridge with nothing but a spider web for support.

“Why would you answer? You could have called back? YOU ALMOST FELL.” Peter continued scolding himself, webbing the tear in the web rope again for extra measure. It had ripped as he was declining towards the lake and of course he’d botched his words.

”YeAH.” He mocked himself, remembering the conversation and how just as the web snapped half-way he sorta fell. “You know it’s fine. Just tell (Y/n) that you’re Spider-man and this all would have gone well.”

“Oh hey, (Y/n)! Whats up? Yeah me too. Nothing much, just chilling. Hanging on a web halfway down a bridge over a lake trying to find a car mirror.”

He tilted his head back in frustration. He’d have to explain what happened to you tomorrow. “Yeah I tripped on the balcony at Avengers Tower and then I dropped my phone off the ledge.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Ned’s gonna get a kick out of this.”

Peter finally made it to the water. A determined red and blue reflection stared back at him. Alright. Back to business.

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6:12pm

You decided to finish the chemistry worksheet since Peter was still busy with his internship. Retrieving your chem binder, you flipped through the pocket to find the lab papers, clicking your mechanical pencil you began the questions. They weren’t difficult at all, there was just quite a handful of them. Also, being invested in the story on the news didn’t help either as it distracted you. Emergency notifications kept popping up on your phone involving the incident and you were still tuned into 7News.

“..Just in: Officials have reported that the hijacked Stark Industries semi has crashed into one of New York’s finest jewelry shops and stole some of the merchandise. As of right now, we do not know how this relates to the heist. Luckily, with the help of Spider-man, police are closing in on the scene.”

Diamonds? Really? What does that have to do with anything? You sighed and returned to finish the assignments, still wrapped in the blanket that hung around your waist, hoping the situation would be resolved.

After a while, you finally clocked out around 11 and trudged off to your room, forgetting the day’s troubles when your head hit the pillow.

Part One Part Three

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#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fic #spiderman #spiderman homecoming fic #fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #series #writing #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you

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theys-a-joke · 7 years

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Romeo/Reader : Touchy

Hey so, this is my first /reader fic! And let me say how much fun I had writing this. I enjoy writing in general but this also gave me a way to talk to @lovethyfanperson who is an absolute GEM! They were kind enough to edit this for me and said that they really enjoyed it. So i’m hoping that you do to! Be warned, there’s a scene that has a bit of an NSFW undertone, but it isn’t anything full out descriptive.

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It would be an understatement to say the newsies were touchy. It would be an even bigger understatement to say that they were all flirts. They guys were always hanging off of each other and talking up every girl they laid their eyes on, no one was spared. It was sweet in a way, as annoying as it was to you, all the girls they seemed to talk to left the conversations with a smile on their faces and theirs heads a bit higher. At least they said nice things. Now Romeo, on the complete and utter opposite hand, was the biggest flirt you have ever had to meet. He flirted with everyone, including the other newsies, including you. This wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the things he said to the people on the street were the same thing he said to you guys. But oh no no, he had to ramp it up. You always wondered if it was an act to make everyone else laugh. Or maybe he actually had feelings for someone. Someone sure had feelings for him, and you were the hopeless romantic that had fallen for him. Needless to say, the things he said and did had quite the effect on you. And due to the fact that you had kept all of this pent for quite a while, it only took one person to break open the flood gates to your emotions. And that poor guy happened to be Davey Jacobs, the boy who knew everything. You were selling partners so he knew something was up.

“Hey, (Y/N), is anythin wrong? You seem kinda frustrated.” “Davey you got no idea.”

“Do you wanna talk about it? Or are you just gonna brew over it until whatever’s botherin you passes by. Though, I doubt whatever’s botherin you ain’t just gonna pass by.” As he said this, you knew there was no way out of this conversation. “Damn you and your ability to read people. But what’s been botherin me hasn’t been so much as a what, but more so a who…” You mumbled off the last bit, not quite sure if you were fully ready to talk about your feelings. You knew you could trust Davey, but what if someone else heard? You weren’t ready to be teased endlessly by the other newsies over something as trivial as a crush.

“Oh, so youse likes someone eh? Who is it? Who’s been givin ya strife?” Davey asked it so nonchalantly like it was something that happened everyday. Though you knew better. Davey and the newsies were the closest thing you’ve ever had to a family, with Davey and Jack being the protective older brothers. This was more than him wanting to know who it was, he probably wanted to soak ‘em for God’s sake.

“They ain’t givin me strife Davey, I’m causin my own strife about ‘em. I just, I don’t know what to do or how to respond to him. Hell, I’m not even sure if I can even talk about him!” The volume and nervousness of your voice had increased as your sentence went on. You knew you were being irrational, and you were glad you were with Davey, he always seemed so level headed in high tense situations.

“Hey, hey, hey, look at me. Youse got nothin to be afraid of alright? Youse can talk about it once you’re ready, okay? And if you do tell me who he is, I’m gonna soak the son of a gun who got you all riled up, you got that?”

“Yeah. I got that Davey.” It was reassuring knowing that he would wait for you. And it made you laugh predicting that Davey was gonna soak ‘em. Though what wasn’t reassuring were the few people that you didn’t see who were listening from a ways away.

A Few Days Later

It had been a few days after your incident and you were ready to talk to Davey about your feelings. Though, it wouldn’t be much of talking, more him reading how you felt. You had written down your feelings to the best of your ability. You had gone to school for some years thanks to your aunt and uncle, who never seemed to be home. After they died, you found your way onto the street and met the newsies and the rest is history. So you managed to scribble down something with what education you had, and gave it to Davey on your way to your guys’ selling spot.

“So you means to tell me, that you, a sweet, small, smart innocent girl, has fallen for one of the most flirtatious and lewd boys in lower Manhattan? Maybe I should start callin you Juliet.” He kept his voice hushed as he made his statement, aware of the stress it had caused you a few days ago.

“Yea, but the thing is, I got no clue how he feels about me. The guy flirts with every walkin person he passes as well as the rest of the guys! And all the touches, Davey, good god, the guy is like a koala and we’re the trees.” The two of you had walked over to a bench and sat down. You leaned against Davey on an impulse, putting your head on his shoulder. You were about to continue when you suddenly heard the source of your emotional tension.

“AY! (Y/N)!” He had just rounded the corner leavin you no time to even lift up your head. What was he doing here? He didn’t sell anywhere near here, was he following you? Had he come to confess his love for you? That last one was a stretch, but hey, you can dream. You thought you saw him freeze for just a second when he saw you leaning against Davey, but that couldn’t be true, and even if it was it didn’t matter. He had his suave exterior right back up and sat down on the bench next to you.

“Hey (Y/N), youse uh, youse didn’t seem too good last night and I never got the chance to ask you, but I wanted to know if you were okay, and by the looks of it you still seem like a pretty glum mug. Emphasis on the pretty.” He started out sincere from what you could tell, but he had to go and be his flirtatious self as always. It wasn’t worth getting mad over though, and you were able to keep your cool as your responded, despite his closeness.

“I’m doin alright Romeo,” you pat his leg that was touching yours, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you, yet you could feel him tense up slightly, “but thank you for coming to check up on me. It means a lot. Now you better get back to Specs and sell some papes else you’ll be the glum mug tonight.” There was no use beating around the bush. You just had to be honest with him, one step at a time.

“I’m glad you’se feelin better princess, and I’m glad I got someone like you to watch my back. A princess’ gotta rule her subjects eh? I’ll see you back at the lodging house.” And with that he was gone. And you had to say, watching him walk away made you sad, but damn did he look good. You were so distracted that you didn’t even hear Davey calling your name.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Juliet!?”

“Huh? What? Davey?” You snapped out of your daze, were you drooling?

“Wow, this was worse than I thought. You got it bad Juliet. So does he.” He joked.

“Whaddya talkin about? He just came to make sure I was alright and I am. Kinda.”

“He came over here to check on you and paid no attention to me at all. He was focused solely on you. And did ya see the look on his face when he saw us sittin together? He was jealous!”

“Ay! Would you pipe down? He said goodbye to you. He wasn’t focused solely on me. And the look on his face means nothin, we’re in a park, he probably saw somethin else. It doesn’t matter anyways, we got papes to sell and I’m not gonna waste precious sellin time debatin with you over whether a guy potentially has feelings for me or not.” You then stood up and began walking the rest of the way to your sellin spot. Davey soon caught up laughing to himself and shaking his head. God you were never gonna hear the end of this.

Scene Change To Romeo And Specs

As soon as Romeo had gotten back to Specs, he went off, not even worried about sellin papes and gesticulating wildly.

“Specs you shoulda seen them! They was lyin all up against eachotha like they was sweethearts or somthin! But then she put her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes and I froze up! What am I supposed to do man? Should I ask her about it?”

“Askin her about it might not be a bad idea. You’ll never know unless you try.” Specs kept it short, as he was trying to sell papes.

“But what would she want with a guy like me? She’s hangin around Davey, he’s smart and carin and tall. All things I ain’t.” Romeo kept on with his sulking. He used it to sell a few papes too.

“And she was worried about me! Wanted to make sure I got back so I could sell papes so I wouldn’t be a glum mug tonight. But now that I’m thinkin about it, maybe she just wanted me gone? Maybe she just wanted me out of the way so she could smooch her precious Davey!”

“You know how ridiculous that sounds right? Romeo, youse is just as carin as Davey and you got a different kinda smarts. And I bet (Y/N) doesn’t even care about your height. She’s the only one shorter than you! So I doubt it matters to her.” Specs’ view brought Romeo back down from his high shot nerves. Specs, as well as a few other newsies, knew you liked someone from watching your outburst a few days back. They had all agreed to keep it under wraps for now, seeing how you acted when you were first confronted about it. But they were gonna make sure that they found out who it was you liked.

“Anyways, she was right. You gotta sell at least some papes or else you won’t be eatin tonight. Put your worries to rest for a while and ask her about it later. But if Ise were you, I would keep up the touches, she seems to like them.” Specs smiled at the last part. He was fairly certain that you liked Romeo, and he was hoping that you would eventually come out and admit it.

“Ask her about it later, keep up the touches. I can do that.” Rome said that half to himself and half to Specs, as a reassurance of sorts.

“Now come on, I just sold my last pape and you still got a lot more.”

Back At The Lodging House

You and Davey had just gotten back to the Lodging house, a little later than usual, only to be met by a teasing Race.

“So, (Y/N), you spend a little extra time smoochin little ol Davey here?”

“I-I don’t know what you mean, Davey and I aren’t datin.”

“Word on the street is that youse gots the hots for someone, one of us newsies hmm?” He slung his arm around your shoulder as you walked farther into the house where the other guys were lounging around.

“Tell me sweetheart, is it me?” He looked at you with a smile the only Race could produce.

“Oh don’t kid yaself Race, she clearly has fallen for me.” You heard and felt Albert before you saw him, he had pushed Race off of you and slid his own arm around your shoulders on the opposite side.

“Or maybe she’s in love with one of us.” Mike and Ike had picked you up and away from Albert and put you on their shoulders. By now you were sure this was a joke, and you were laughing too. You weren’t sure how long this was going to continue, but you were enjoying it so far.

“Hey! All girls like a guy who’s a nice shot, therefore, I am the best candidate for (Y/N)’s lover.” Finch could be heard halfway across the room, and just to prove his point, he shot a flower into your lap. Just then Jack came down the stairs, probably to complain about all the noise you were making by laughing. You were pleasantly surprised at his actual response.

“How sweet of ya Finch, but we all know that girls like real men. Come on down will ya (Y/N)? And let me offer you the latest news.” He, just like everyone else had, slung his arm around you and gave you his million dollar smile.

“Ain’t you used that line before?” You questioned. You knew for a fact that that was the same line he used on Katherine, but you still wanted to play into the game. You and the guys haven’t had this much fun in months.

“Ay, we talkin about real men ah? Hows about you come to my room later and see what makes a real man.” Classic Romeo. He walked to be right behind you, and put his arms around your waist and his mouth by your ear. You were fairly certain that only you could hear the part about coming to his room, but that didn’t stop you from being embarrassed. But no, you weren’t gonna lose this. Not now, if you did you would never hear the end of it. If you were going down, you were bringing him with you. You turned around quickly, hoping no one saw your blush and whispered into his ear.

“Ya know, Romeo, it ain’t about what makes a real man, no, it’s about what a man can make real.” That was the last thing you said to him before quickly kissing his cheek and walking to the stairway. You could be smooth too.

“Good night everyone, it’s been fun.” With a smile on your face as well as an increasing blush, you climbed the stairs and headed for your room. This had been enough excitement for one night. And you had to think about what you had just done. You had just flirted with Romeo, and then kissed his cheek! Oh Davey was going to scold you tomorrow. Where did that come from? At least now, hopefully, Romeo knew your feelings about him. Worse case scenario, he doesn’t feel the same way and you two go back to being friends, and maybe Romeo turns down his flirting around you a little. Wow, that actually wouldn’t be terrible. But the best case scenario was the two of you ending up together, and hopefully every flirt is a bit more genuine. And that seemed pretty good as well. All you could do now was sleep and wait for morning to come.

The Next Morning

“Hey Davey, youse ready to go?” You had gotten all of your papes and were about to leave to go to your selling spot.

“Yeah hold on, actually, you go without me. Jack needs me to take care of somethin and I don’t wanna keep you here when you could be out sellin papes. I’ll see ya soon though, alright?”

“Okay Davey, I’ll see ya there.” You began walking to your spot, but something seemed off. The way Davey told you he had to do something seemed suspicious. You guessed the boys must be planning something and left it at that. Oh how right you were.

You had gotten to your spot and started sellin papers immediately. No one could turn down a poor orphan girl on the streets. But while you were selling, that feeling of suspicion came back. It had been quite a while from what you could tell, and Davey still hadn’t come to sell papes. But then you heard footsteps coming up behind you and an arm around your shoulders. That wasn’t like Davey.

“Davey? What took you so–”

“I ain’t Davey doll.” It was Romeo, and he was putting his face into your neck, you could feel his lips moving against your skin, and to say you didn’t enjoy it would be a lie, yet he seemed tired, of what you didn’t know.

“Romeo, how are youse doin today?” You were trying to keep your voice level, but his arm around you reminded you of last night and what he said and how close he had been.

“Better now that I’m with you.” His words were barely above a whisper, yet the sensation of them sent shivers down your spine, and with Romeo being so close he could tell.

“Ya gettin cold princess? Hows about I warm you up ah?” You didn’t think he could get any closer than he already was but he proved you wrong. He brought you closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around you. It was a pleasant sensation just being with him, you weren’t even worried if other people saw you. Just then, soft music started playing and he started swaying causing you to raise your head up.

“Whaddya doin?” You asked.

“Whaddya think I’m doin? I’m dancin with the most amazin girl in the world.”

“You don’t mean that,” Romeo’s face dropped slightly at what you had said, but only until you spoke again, “this ain’t dancin, this is swayin.” Romeo immediately pulled out of his slump and went back to being his suave self.

“Well hows about I take you dancin for real?”

“What, like a date?” You joked. The thought of Romeo and you out on a date seemed to good to be true.

“Yeah, like a date.”

Oh.

“What would you do if I said no?”

“Well I’d think you’d be lyin seein how ya kissed me last night and you don’t kiss nobody. But I would respect your answer, I understand that my jokes can get a bit annoyin and I would never want to make you uncomfortable just for a joke.”

“Wow Romeo, I’d never expect that from someone like you. Ya know, maybe goin on a date with you might not be all that bad.” You smiled, both at his sentiment and at the thought of going out with Romeo.

“Not all that bad! I would treat you to the finest night of your life.” You knew he wasn’t really angry, but he was a damn good actor. And hearing his reaction made you smile even more.

“I expect you to make good on your promise then.” You looked up at Romeo as you said this, gazing into his eyes. They were the most beautiful shade a brown, like a warm cup of coffee. Without even thinking, you inched closer to Romeo and put your lips on his. They were warm, just like the rest of him and you couldn’t get enough. You could’ve stayed like this forever until you heard Davey’s voice.

“Okay okay! That’s long enough! Ya got her goin on the date with ya, back it up.”

“Davey! Where did you come from! Are you behind this?” You gestured to Romeo with one hand, the other still wrapped around the guy himself.

“It was me and Specs, we both thought you two needed to get together and quick, Specs was tired of hearin Romeo whine all the time.” He shook his head at the last part, obviously he felt the same way.

“Is anyone else back there with you, or were youse the only one who came to see us?” Romeo had spoken up again, his tone slightly accusatory, probably from Davey busting in and ruining the moment.

“Uh yeah, actually, uh, COME ON OUT GUYS THEY KNOWS WE’RE HERE!” As soon as he said that a stream of newsies came out from around the corner, a few were carrying a banner that said ‘Romeo and (Y/N) finally got together!’ You turned to look at Romeo and he looked mortified.

“Hey Romeo, you doin alright?” You whispered. That seemed to bring him back to you.

“Uh, yeah, Ise uh, Ise just wasn’t expectin all this ya know? I planned on the music and stuff, but the banner? I didn’t plan for that at all. Ya know, lookin at it now, it’s kinda funny.”

“And a bit heartwarmin, don’tcha think? These dorks put all this together just for us. If that ain’t family I don’t know what is.” “You know what? You’re right. They maybe dorks, but they’re our dorks.”

“And you’re my dork.”

“Aww, I love you too (Y/N)” He pressed another kiss to your lips, though this one was quicker than the last, it was just as sweet.

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