#and yea I had reader confess right then and there but later I might edit to include a shyer version where reader confesses later in private

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So I just read your hanzo space hcs and I loved the part about hushed conversations between him and genji in Japanese and I'm sorry if this request doesn't make a lot of sense but could I ask for a reader who finds out hanzo likes them because they know Japanese and listen to the arguments between hanzo and genji? Thank you and I'm sorry if this is long or confusing.

Mam/sir no this is not confusing. I like that you elaborated on the scenario u wanted me to write cus boi it helps hehe.

This became a monster of a fic jesus so uhhh more content for you i guess pardon the wait. I might edit this later cus Im not sure if Im happy with it now but eh its been stuck in my inbox for so long with some other requests better release now.

Shimada Hanzo x Reader - Hidden Confessions

Hanzo would likely be crushing on you after spending quite some time with you as friends. It’s hard to tell though because he never really says how he feels out loud, like I doubt you even are aware he considers you as a friend unless you confident/observant as hell or sth happened that both of you had to clarify for the sake of your friendship.

But alright lets say that you both consider each other as friends and you both know that. Cus friends to lovers tropes are gucci hehehehehe.

Ok so you def have to be crushing on Hanzo at this point, which I dont blame you for btw like look at the man. There’s a reason for the loads of fanart around him.

Unfortunately as we all know with the fucking friends to lovers trope drama, you cant just admit you like Hanzo that way, cus what if he doesnt sees you that way and it ruins your friendship and makes everything btw u??? Uh yea better safe than sorry bitches. Just keep it down and appreciate that you get to hang out with the angsty ass archer anyway.

Except…some kinda weird things have been going on with Hanzo and Genji? You think you see Genji talking to Hanzo in hushed whispers abt something that, based on Hanzo’s flushed and irritated expression, Hanzo clearly doesnt want to talk abt. It HAS piqued you interest when it tends to occur more often whenever you see the Shimada bros tgt. Asking Hanzo about it however just has him to dismiss it and change the subject. Rip.

Later on those hushed conversations do end up occurring in front of you and other overwatch members, in Japanese, since not many people do really know the language and the conversation was prob meant to be abt sth private and secretive.

Except, you do know Japanese. You didn’t exactly inform Hanzo or Genji of it because it seemed really entertaining to have them have these supposedly private Japanese conversations OUT LOUD without realising there were people who understood what they were saying. I mean, if it was a really sensitive thing they should be speaking behind closed doors right? Like cmon lol.

Usually, whenever the Shimada brothers talk to each other in Japanese, they would exchange some form of wit or ridiculous reference to their past (like that time Genji tried to cajole Hanzo into joining the DDR contest during one of the weekly game night sessions, until Hanzo said he still has pictures of Genji’s 16th Birthday Party Incident in Japanese. Ngl you were a lil curious what the incident was, but its likely some form of embarrassing blackmail).

However THIS TIME, it was completely different. You were chilling with a few other overwatch members plus Hanzo and Genji in the recreation room. Cue your surprise when Genji decided to ask Hanzo in Japanese:

“Sooooo…have you confessed your feelings yet, brother?”

Im sorry HANZO?? HAS FEELINGS FOR SOMEONE????? Thank god they weren’t really focusing on you that much otherwise they would have noticed your body tense a little at that. You don’t know exactly how to feel about this because this can either spell sth great or very bad for you, but most likely bad because what are the chances…right?

Hanzo predictably flushes a little, scowling even harder. If you didn’t know any better you would probably have thought that the archer was pissed at Genji about something instead of being embarrassed (tho i mean when has hanzo never been annoyed at genji lol)

At Hanzo’s expression, Genji sighed out loud. “You do realise you can’t stew on your feelings forever-“

“I can if I want to and that is my decision to make, not yours.” Hanzo hissed back. Genji, unbothered by the interruption, continued:

“-and you have been pining for them for like almost a year.”

Hanzo scoffed. Genji kept going. “I mean they are literally just RIGHT THERE. You can ask them out on like a freaking date-“

“-and risk the potential embarrassment and fallout of our current platonic relationship?”

“Look, I doubt y/n would be the kind of person to-“ Sorry, hold the phone. Did Genji say YOUR NAME?? DOES HANZO ACTUALLY LIKE YOU BACK??? HOLY SHEET???? It was literally taking all of your concentration to not combust on the spot and give away the fact you could understand what they were saying in Japanese because HOLY FUCK HANZO RETURNS YOUR FEELINGS??

Ok ok calm down and listen back to the conversation because you were zoning out a bit from the revelation that Hanzo has a crush on you. Genji was still talking.

“-and you can’t be sure that they aren’t interested in you. Heck, from what I see, they seem very receptive to your boneheaded ass-“

“Being friendly and polite in a platonic relationship is no grounds for speculating romantic interest, you idiot. It’s only a common courtesy-“

“-dude do you NOT notice how much closer they are to you compared to anyone else here-“

“-and that means nothing, Genji. Cease this conversation.”

“Hanzo-“

“No. I do not wish to discuss this any further. Regardless of what you say, I severely doubt they would even like me that way.”

“Even then, just TRY. That is all I am asking of you, Hanzo. Because I want you to be happy for once-”

“You know, you guys could just asked me yourself right now if that’s what you are worried about.” You chimed in. “And speaking of which, I do actually like you too, Hanzo, and uhhh I would be totally open for a date anytime?”

Their reactions were priceless. The moment you spoke up in Japanese had the two Shimada brother halt their conversation to look at you in shock. Hanzo in particular had a myriad of expressions too entertaining to watch.

Hanzo practically went through an entire rollercoaster of emotions when you interrupted. Shock at you speaking Japanese, horror when he realised you spoke Japanese and understood it which meant you were able to listen through their conversation this entire time, until he processed the part on you liking him back which turned into a mix of joy, relief, embarrassment…yea rip Hanzo lol.

Genji meanwhile was trying so hard not to laugh because holy sheet your timing was excellent.

He had to shake Hanzo a bit to get him out of a daze, and gestured at him to ask you out. Hanzo gets his wits back after, glares at Genji because he’s such a lil shit. He then glanced at you briefly before looking away all flustered. “So uhhh…I’ll pick you for dinner at 7pm later?”

You gave him you biggest smile and agreed. That was the start of your beautiful romance with Hanzo, albeit with a mildly embarrassing start but hey, you guys got together since then. :3

BONUS: during the date

“I wasn’t aware that you knew Japanese.”

“You didn’t exactly ask me.”

“…Fair point but still.”

BONUS BONUS: immediately after Hanzo asks you out

“Holy fuck finally!”

“I-Cassidy WHAT?”

“Look. I had to sit through y/n telling me that they are crushing on Hanzo, and listen to them whine about how unfairly hot and cool Hanzo is. I couldn’t do anything about it because I had to keep it secret.”

“Mood.”

“Genji, why are you saying mood? I didn’t tell you about my crush on your brother-“

“I had to sit through Hanzo waxing poetry about you whenever he gets in this weird mood or when he gets drunk during our drinking sessions. It was funny at first but then got sad after a while when he kept making himself depressed over the idea you didn’t see him the same way.”

“You did NOT have to reveal that information-“

“You were the one who chose to confide in me, brother.”

“Hmph, then I suppose you won’t mind me showing y/n my collection of blackmail material of you, then.”

“Woah woah woah let’s not go THAT far-“

#overwatch x reader #ow x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #hanzo x reader #wow this one went super long af #and yea I had reader confess right then and there but later I might edit to include a shyer version where reader confesses later in private #at least this is out of my inbox whew #very lengthy post I apologise I would have to do a mass edit of my posts later to include read more lines

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Her Song (Loki x OFC) Part 7

Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of death

A/N: I will not apologize for posting late and I am adjusting my update schedule to as often as possible. I don’t think people understand how hard it is to write these stories sometimes. And writers like myself do this for free. I have a full time job, a son with autisim, and his therapy dog to attend to on a daily basis. Add on top of that, I have fibromyalgia, athritis (that is slowly crippling my hands), insomnia, and social anxiety. My plate is full, but writing has became an amazing outlet for me. I love it!

So anyway. . . rant over I promise. Notes about this chapter now. This is unfortunately sort of a filler chapter. I didn’t mean for it to end up that way, but tada! It happened. It finally explains Iloa’s back story and basically helps me move the story along.

As always comments and likes fuel my writing! If you want to be tagged just let me know!

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 Over the next few days, the tower was in chaos. Tony called in contractors to inspect the building. Luckily, there was no structural damage, but the training area and the floors above and below it needed some serious repairs. Steve decided to help the contractors with the repairs, but Tony knew they could no longer stay in the tower. He needed to move everyone to the compound upstate.

No one, save the three involved, understood how this had happened. There had been no direct attack on the tower. Thor, Loki and especially Iloa, weren't answering any questions.

Iloa had locked herself in her room, only answering the door for Natasha when she brought food. But she would immediately lock the door again after taking the tray.

Loki knew this because he was sitting outside her room, refusing to leave. He refused food and water, sitting next to her door so that he might catch glimpses of her when she did open it. 

The Night of

Loki immediately took the elevator to her room and began beating on the door. “Iloa, please, open the door,” he begged, banging on the door with his fists until they bled. He begged and pleaded over and over, until his throat was raw and he could barely speak.

He slid down next to the door, “I am sorry,” he breathed, not sure if she was listening at all. He wept openly, the blood on his hands already starting to dry. He saw them with new eyes, and they no longer appeared to belong to him. 

“I should have listened. I should have earned answers. You tried to tell me all of this before, didn't you?” He chuckled at himself, but there was no joy in the sound. Wiping his nose on his sleeve, he sniffled, “I was afraid. I know I still am. I didn't want to lose you.” Foolish and vulnerable, his brain spat mercilessly. He didn't even bother listening this time, pressing forward with his confession, “You see, I couldn't see your seiðr. I was blinded by my fear and stubbornness, I know that now.”

Silence answered him, still he continued, “I know this is too little too late. I know that I ruined everything. Apparently, it's what I do best. Pushing people away.” He shook his head clearing his throat, the air from his lungs feeling trapped there, “But I do care for you, everything I have said before remains true. I just hope that eventually you can forgive me,” he chuckled again, nervously. “You said you would be here for me when I was ready. So now I will do the same. I am here, Iloa. And I will remain here, until you are ready.”

Present

That was four days ago and there he had stayed, making good on his promise, even if it killed him. And as he sat there with no foreseeable end in site, his heart ached in his chest from her absence. He missed the smell of the ocean on her skin, the thick scent that he now knew as seiðr that wrapped around her, the electricity and warmth that radiated into him from her every touch. 

Natasha appeared at the corner of his vision. Apparently it was lunch time, she held a tray with two sandwiches and two apples. Instead of stepping in front of the door, as was her usual, she crouched next to him and presented the tray. “Ya need to eat,” she said.

He crossed his arms over his chest, which was just about all the energy he could muster, “I'm fine, thank you,” he replied, with a snark filled smirk, that didn't reach his eyes.

Natasha sighed loudly, the God looked awful. His eyes were sunken in, cheeks hollowing from lack of nutrition. His hair was messy and unkempt curtaining his face, he hadn't changed clothes and obviously wasn't sleeping well either, if the dark circles and bags under his eyes were any indication. Dried blood had cracked and formed angry patterns across his hands and down the sides of his neck.

“Yea, yea,” she argued, lowering herself to sit against the wall next to him. She placed the tray across her lap, picking up one of the sandwiches and an apple. She held them out to him, “You look like death warmed over, Loki. Now I don't really care much whether you sit here and waste away or not. But you know she will. Right now she feels guilty, you really want to add to that by putting your livelihood and health at risk. You know as well as I do, that she will blame herself if anything happens.”

He turned away from her, looking up at the door, his messy hair falling away from his face. “But I promised her.”

She dropped the sandwich and apple in his lap, causing the God to flinch and drop his arms. But Natasha was fed up with his self defeatist attitude, “Then don't die, you idiot.” He snapped his head back to her, “And go take a shower, get a good night's sleep. She doesn't want to see you like this.”

She expected some snappy snarling comeback from him, but he just stared at her in shocked silence. Then he picked up the items in his lap, carefully stood up using the wall for support, “Alright,” he said, shuffling carefully across the entry hall to the elevator.

He stopped before pushing the button, glancing back over his shoulder, “I will come back.”

She smiled in spite of herself. She didn't like the man, but she couldn't fault him on his conviction. He would be back, but maybe now he would take care of himself as well as waiting patiently to be forgiven.

“I know,” she assured him. And he pressed the button to call the lift, using the wall to support himself as he waited. 

She waited until the doors closed behind him. Then taking the now lighter tray, she stood and knocked on the door. “It's Nat, I.”

The sound of the lock being released, echoed in the silence of the hall. The door opened slowly to reveal the girl, who didn't look much better than Loki had. Her eyes were swollen and puffy from crying, with dark circles underneath from lack of sleep. Her hair a ratty halo around her face. Wearing a large dark gray t-shirt that hung to her knees, and exposed her shoulders. At least she wasn't malnourished, thanks to Natasha's efforts.

Iloa passed the breakfast tray to Natasha before grabbing the new one. “Thank you,” she said, her voice so small and broken, it tore at Natasha's heart.

“It's alright, I don't mind bringing you food,” she chided casually.

Iloa shook head slightly, her wild mane bouncing around her face, “Not for the food, Nat.” Her eyes were welling with unshed tears. She hiccuped trying to keep them at bay, “For Lo. . .” her throat caught on the man's name, she couldn't force it past her lips. “For him,” she edited weakly, looking at the floor.

“Yea well, he was really bringing down the décor,” she joked, pleased by the small yet brief upturn of lips from the other. “Got a serious question for you though?” she added.

Iloa looked back up at Natasha, she already knew what the question was. She nodded, “Yea, ok, but come in first. You know he will be back soon,” her voice broke and cracked around the words, “And I don't want him to see me like this.”

Natasha slid in through the open door, closing and locking it behind her for the other’s peace of mind. Iloa was already sitting on the edge of her bed, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping the thick white down comforter around her shoulders. She looked down right pitiful, as Natasha settled herself next to the poor girl, depositing the empty tray on the bedside table beneath the newest one.

“Eat first,” Nat said gesturing at the tray. Iloa groaned in feigned annoyance, but proceeded to pick up the sandwich without objection. 

Natasha waited patiently for her to finish.

“I already know what your question is,” Iloa admitted, keeping her eyes downcast when she had finished. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling the comforter more securely around herself. She wasn't cold, she had never really felt temperature. Her body seemed to produce its own heat when it was cold and vice versa. The blanket was a comfort item and a way to shield herself from the others eyes. “I don't really know how to answer it though, without telling you what I am. All I can really tell you about that is what Thor told me.”

Natasha nodded, “Then lets start there.”

Iloa shook her head and chuckled nervously, “Nah, I will have to start before then.” She glanced up, and watched Nat's brow furrow in confusion.

Iloa cast her eyes away again, and inhaled deeply, “I was born on Earth in 1902,” she answered, and caught the increasing furrow in the others brow. “My mother apparently died in the hospital, after,” she sighed heavily, squeezing her legs for comfort, “I never knew her and the people that raised me, my Mom and Dad adopted me three days later. Here in New York.”

She squirmed awkwardly, she had never shared her story with anyone and somehow this felt wrong. Like she was sharing this with the wrong person but when she looked up at Natasha, understanding flashed in the others eyes, “Want me to see if he is back outside yet?”

Iloa genuinely smiled for the first time in days, “Are you sure you aren't a mind reader?”

Natasha chuckled, “I am not, but I pay attention.”

Iloa nodded, “Do you mind?” she asked hesitantly.

Natasha shook her head, “Not as long as I get to hear it too.” Iloa nodded her head and the other asked, “Do you have any special requirements to him listening?”

Iloa bit her bottom lip thinking it over, but Natasha cut in, “I think I got it,” she winked. Then added, “Might want to brush out your hair at least, just a thought.”

Iloa shook her head, “There you go, reading my mind again.”

Natasha grinned, heading for the door. She opened the door and glanced behind it and of course Loki was there. Sitting atop a large pillow, a blanket folded neatly beside him, his arms and ankles crossed. He had showered, his hair still damp and curling, wearing a clean black button down and slacks. His face appeared less hollow, and Natasha hoped that meant he had actually eaten what she had provided.

She closed the door behind her and standing over the God with her hands on her hips, “She wants you to hear her story.” He quickly moved to stand, dropping his hands to the floor and drawing his knees up, but Natasha stopped him with a raised hand. “There are conditions, Loki.”

Loki paused, looking up at the woman. He tensed but nodded his head in agreement, “Alright.”

“First,” Nat said holding up a finger, “You say nothing. This is not about her forgiving you or not, she needs to tell someone this story and she wants it to be you and me. No interruptions, no sarcastic comments, not even words of encouragement,” she sighed, rubbing her other hand down her face, “It would be hard enough on her without your presence. So don't be a dick. Nod if you accept,” she tilted her head at him and he nodded. “Good, next you will sit on the floor in front of the door. You will not come closer and you will not touch her, period. Nod?” Loki again, obeyed without hesitation. 

“You are getting better at this whole listening to others thing,” Nat huffed. “Just don't make this about you, don't be an asshole, don't touch her and you get to stay until she says otherwise.”

He nodded, “Might I stand up now?”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head, “Yea, yea, you can get up now.” He stood hesitantly, as though he wasn't certain she would actually allow the action. Once he was upright, she turned back to the door and slowly opened it, allowing Loki to step into the room before her. Natasha watched the man, sure he would make a mad dash across the room at seeing Iloa in her current condition. 

Loki stood stock still, staring across the room, but he made no attempts to move. His eyes radiating a soul deep anguish, he flicked them to Natasha and cleared his throat softly. He leaned in close to Natasha's ear, “Do you think leaving the door open would be a good idea? So that I might leave quickly should the need arise?” he breathed against her ear, barely loud enough for her to hear. 

She gave Loki a small sad smile, he was no longer looking at her but back to the other. He was thinking about Iloa first. At least he was trying. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing lightly to direct him next to the door frame. When she had him positioned just right, she pushed down and he followed her lead sitting on the floor, with his knees pulled to his chest. He was almost the mirror image of Iloa, except he didn't hug his legs, instead placing his hands on top of his knees. Natasha, pushed the door until it came into contact with the tip of Loki's shoe. 

Iloa said nothing the whole time this exchange was happening, simply watching out of the corner of her eye. She had taken Nat's advice and brushed out her mane, but she had wrapped herself back up in the comforter. When Natasha had sat down by her again, she quickly went back over her birth before continuing. 

“My parents were very wealthy, They had invested wisely in long standing stores and the Ford Motor Company. My childhood was normal, except for my appearance. I was always taller than the other children. Faster and stronger, too. I hit five foot at ten, that's when I stopped growing, that was the year the Titanic sank. I remember it like it was yesterday. 

“In that time, I was expected to be a lady, act a certain way. I rebelled constantly,” she chuckled, “Guess I never stopped. I used to steal my father's trousers, which swallowed me, but I hated the dresses I was forced to wear.” 

A single tear rolled down her cheek and she had to take a deep breath before continuing. “My father didn't make it to my eighteenth birthday, he was in an automobile accident. Some time after his passing, I had begun to notice that I had stopped aging around my twenty-second birthday. My mother had started to notice this as well, but I lost her to cancer just before the Great Depression.”

She took another deep breath as her voice started to crack around this part of her story. “I am sort of glad she didn't have to go through that scare. The fear she already had from my differences and then the fear of losing all stability. I don't think she would have been able to manage it and her sickness. Luckily, they hadn't invested in the stock market and I had received an anonymous tip to pull all of my money just before the crash. To this day I am still not sure who that mysterious savior was.

“After the crash scare, I realized that I couldn't stay in New York anymore. My lack of aging was becoming much more apparent to those around me. So I started traveling. I changed my identity when I needed to, but I got to see this world and all of its wonders. 

“During my travels, I discovered my voice. It just happened one day when I was in Paris. I was walking home through the Latin Quarter, when a man attempted to mug me. I yelped when he grabbed me and he went down. He didn't stay down though and I was so stunned by his reaction that I was still standing there like an idiot when he got back up. He grabbed my bag and I screamed, that time when he went down he stayed there. I had killed him with my voice. Slowly, I just figured it out. It was like my magic spoke to me, guiding me and helping me train.”

Finally she answered Natasha’s unasked question. “It was me. I lose control of my ability when I get angry or frustrated. The same thing can happen when I get scared or sad. I can’t reign myself in. I try to calm down, but if I have an agitator,” she gave a pointed look to Loki, he had the decency to bow his head, “I can’t cool my thoughts. I just end up exploding. The damage could have been much worse.” She sighed heavily, her shoulders tensing as she curled in on herself even more. “I didn’t mean to do any damage. I am so sorry, I am just glad I didn’t hurt anyone.”

She looked up at Loki then, his fists were clenched, knuckles turning white. Tears fell silently down his cheeks as he listened in rapt silence. She locked eyes with him, as she finished her story. “Your brother found me, after I ended up back here two years ago. He knew what I was and tried to explain it to me. He told me I was an Asgardian, that what I thought of as magic, he knew as seiðr. Then he tried to explain to me some prophecy that his father, your father had told him. Something about a Disir being born on Midgard that was destined to partner with and protect a foreign born Asgardian prince. I don't really understand it, but anyway, that's it. You both know just about everything now.”

Iloa looked back at Natasha and though her eyes were watery, she hadn't let any tears fall. “Please don't cry. I don't want pity from either of you.”

He knew he shouldn't, he knew he would be asked to leave. But the words poured from his heart and he couldn't stop them, “It's not pity, it's love.” He dropped his head into his hands. He waited to be told to get out, his heart aching at knowing he had overstepped the boundaries that had been set for him. 

#loki #loki x ofc #fanfic #tom hiddleston loki #slow burn

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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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