#mY EAR IS HURTING BTW EUGH

[vampdes]

helloooo im back and np btw!

also can i request a fluff/smut steve rogers x male reader x bucky barnes? he/they pronouns for the reader!

soo basically steve and bucky both has a crush on the reader, the reader also has a crush on the both of them. one day, they were training together and they (mostly the reader) just flirting while training together. and somehow that led to a confession. and when they finally finished the training and went to bath, together, it somehow led into sex akahkaj

im shit at explaining im so sorry

and for the kinks or othr info

captain/sir kink, pet names(doll, angel, etc), double penetration, spanking, shower sex, markings

oh yeah, sub bottom reader btw!

im sorry if this is alot and confusing!

also can i be 🗯 anon? and have a nice day/night!

─ 🗯

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Steve Rogers x M! Reader x Winter Solider/Bucky Barnes

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; uh, sex in a hot-tub. yeah? yeah. they're not five feet apart cause they're all gay !!<3

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; NSFW: p.w.p, double penetration, drugging (aphrodisiac), captain/sir kink, pet names (doll, angel, etc), hot-tub sex, markings

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; this is SO LONG, IM SORRU :(( but it's in detail nd enjoyable, i promise honey<3 this has a good plot, i actually like it so much<33 ALSO, I COULDNT ADD IMAGES 4 SOME REASON, IM GONNA CRY :((((

The planned '' hot-tub hangout only between us three because if the paparazzi catches us, we'll be in a scandal'' hangout between the three comrades were to commence at around. . right now, actually. [name] gathered his belongs, a towel was hung over his shoulder as he carried a tray filled with pastries from the local bakery that the trio enjoyed very much. The said trio had been flying from country to country on missions to stop Hydra, so why shouldn't they have small time by themselves?

Deep laughs and soothing conversation between the three could be found in the hot, foaming water as they mingled with each other comfortably. Steve's eyes were closed as his arms were rested on the sleek marble around them, '' Yeah right, like you stopped 'em. You were flirting with the doctor there [name]! He was married!'' Bucky explained their mission in (—) with a bright smile on his face as he rested in a comforting position. [name], on the other hand, only sat with his legs ankle-deep in the bubbling water, letting the breeze whiz by as he gnawed on a [f.flavor] cake-pop off of the tray he had bought. '' Awe, c'mon Bucky, you can't tell me he didn't look cute flustered! He looked like a strawberry, so cute!'' [name] gushed, a faint smile on his face as an endless conversation began.

Bubbling laughter filled the calm atmosphere, it was like the three had a red string tied between them, never losing a thread. A sweet, honey-like taste filled [name]'s senses, as he bit into a [f.fruit] roll, the taste wrapped itself around his tongue. The unfamiliar taste unknowingly coursing through his veins. '' Oh my god, what is this?'' He questioned, his sweet tooth now hurting like hell was dancing upon it.

'' What?'' Both of the men inquired, Steve opening his wary blue hues. '' My. . eugh, try this!'' He shoved the sweets in their mouths. A shaky feeling ran throughout [name]'s veins, all aiming for his cock. Bucky and Steve's heart beat rang throughout their ears, their normally baby blue and dark brown eyes becoming glossed over with the feeling of fiery lust, the burning passion soon became the aura in the trio's hangout.

' How did we get in such position?' The inquiry didn't cross [name]'s mind as his face was flushed, his body not being in his own control. '' Hah— Fuck, nngh!'' He cried out, the water plunging inside of him with every one of their combined thrusts. The feeling of [name] being stretched to his full ability was too much of a feeling to not enjoy.

'' You're doin' such a good job, angel. Bein' such a good cock whore for me 'n him, aren't you?'' Bucky spoke sweetly, prodding the tip of his dick at your prostate continuously, making the water slosh around your perky chest. '' Ah, yes! Y-es, Sir, ngh!, I am!'' You cried out, tears streaming down from your [e.color] hues, your face flushed a bright red. Steve's canines stabbed into your neck, erupting a lewd scream from your lips as you clawed as his back. '' Shh, be quiet, doll. Calm down, it's not like we're harming you or anythin'.'' He whispered softly, licking the bleeding wound with his slicky tongue. He elicited a moan from you when he did such a disgraceful action.

Steve seemed so shy and nervous most of the time, it didn't cross your mind that he'd been doing such harmful acts towards your body. The markings, most turning purple after he gruesomely '' nibbled'' on your skin, leaving bite mark surrounding your body, mainly your chest. The mesmerizing thought of pulling a moan from your mouth by just biting, sucking, even sliding his tongue across your perky nipples made his body go at such an animalistic speed your body started going into a numbing state. Bucky, however, didn't like you having all your attention on him. He found such an action as. . favoritism.

'' Wai-! Gah, Ah! Hah! Please! Fffuck!'' Your continous pleads and begs for the two to slow down, stretching your soon-to-be gaping hole more that humanly possible. The animalistic pace the two were going at, being competitive with each other, seeing who can show you the most immense pleasure in a matter of seconds. It was as if you weren't being thrashed around like a doll between the two.

'' Captain! Please, s-low do-wn!'' You begged, tears flourishing down your cheeks as he paid your pleas no mind. He hungrily took you lips in a lustful kiss, sliding his tongue across yours, hot, sticky saliva being mixed. Not even a breath after the intense kissing session with Steve, Bucky captured your lips, as if he was claiming you as his, and only his. Choked sobs of pleasure came from you, your high coming down from your body as your vision become quite blurry. A hot substance was shot inside of you, your stomach feeling warm. They didn't stop; they were going to make sure you knew who you belonged too, no matter the cost.

#♥ — iisakume !! #♡ — requests !! #anons !! #💬 anon !! #steve rogers x male reader #captain america x male reader #steve rogers #marvel x male reader #male reader #x male reader #x male reader smut #male reader smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes x male reader #🎟️⎯ saku.writes !!<3

[askmyboys]

I’d call these more, my own interpretations instead of just OCs

I’ll tell you how this happened tho, i was literally just comin back from a l o n g ass road trip listenin to the musical and my tired lil brain started thinkin bout these boys and i was like ...what if i just,, made my o w n versions of em? What if I just,, and then boom, out popped well, this-

| Names: Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

| Nicknames: Jekyll doesn’t much care for nicknames but Hyde calls him Jek, Hen or Hen-Hen, or Henny which he REALLY hates. For the other, it’s either Ed or just simply Hyde ...Jekyll has given him many ‘nicknames’ mostly they are hateful ones tbh.

| Genders: Henry goes by he/him and Hyde goes by he/him and it/its

| Ages: Unknown but they are both adults

| Heights: Jekyll is 5’7” and Hyde is like 6’6” for sure (even tho they inhabit the same body, fuck it, im makin the rules ..andchangingthemfromtheogthing but i say height changes when Hyde’s in control)

| Species/Races: Henry’s a human ofc and Hyde? Honestly, idk what this thing is, all i can tell you is he’s stinky

| Eye Colors: Jekyll’s eyes are a Baby Blue color and Hyde’s eyes are Blood Red (ooh e d g y man)

| Hair Colors: Jekyll’s hair is honestly a messy curly undercut and the color of it is a dark brown and he has gray on the sides meanwhile Hyde’s hair is Black and in a spiked quiff style and he also has gray on the sides

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Jek’s a BIT pale but Hyde’s a much more- his skin is definitely more so a Whitish Gray kinda color so it’s definitely more noticeable than Jek’s skin if you look close enough at that (things do have to change when a certain one is in control of the body, can’t be EXACTLY the same or else it might give away that their the same person hehe) and their body types don’t really change- Jek’s body type is skinny (nothing TOO bad ofc, just a tad bit) if Hyde had his own body he’d definitely be a more average kinda bulkier build.

| Appearances: Okay first things first- they both have circle beards EXCEPT Hyde’s is a LOT more scruffier (he also has thicker sideburns btw!) and a BIT more grown out than Jek’s which is trimmed a bit more and groomed perfectly.

Jekyll usually has the typical lab coat on and a baby blue turtleneck underneath it, he also has blue pants that he wears with it as well and some oxford shoes that match the outfit, he also wears circle glasses as well (they help him see a lot better p much whereas when Hyde’s in control he doesn't really need em actually) Henry has a GOOD amount of scars all over his body, whether it be by accident, inflicted on purpose, or something more… It’s partially why he keeps his turtleneck on mostly and the lab coat helps as well- he’s ashamed of the scars and he tries to hide them especially so no one will worry about him, also for some more minor details- he wears a black watch on his wrist as well (he has no piercings or nothin like that) that’s p much it for Jek tbh, his features are p much 100% human so uh yeye

Now onto Hyde’s outfit- And yes, keep in mind- he’s still kinda,, an entity or whatever the fuck he is inside Henry’s body essentially but he DOES change his clothes when going out- his main one for going out is usually a black cloak he wears around himself (the outfit underneath is a black suit vest with a long dark red tie (his shirt underneath the suit vest is a dark red long sleeved shirt), he also wears black pants, and dark red oxford shoes, and of course he’s got a black top hat on (the band on it is red, definitely keeping a black n red themed appearance here aint he?) (his other outfits, hm I can leave up to the imagination tbh this is just for when he’s travelling around and so other people don’t spot him nearly as easily, especially when it’s n i g h t t i m e…) he’ll wear whatever the fuck he wants, and it doesn’t have to be fancy in the s l i g h t e s t- he has a variety of options.

He also has pointed ears, razor sharp teeth (got them bear trap teeth but not only that, he’s got a lot more s e c r e t teefs than that ;) he’s a lot more monstrous on the inside than the outside i’ll say that much, Jek’s n Hyde’s anatomy does change and transform depending on who gains control ...honestly it probs hurt to have your body transform and shift like that ouchie) he also has multiple tongues, he has claws that he painted black and red for the a e s t h e t i c s ya know- and hell at this point he might as well have tentacles ...He might- but I mean if you really wanna know, fuck around and find out for yourself and fuck it- he also has a dark red devil style tail since he wanna act like fuckin Satan himself smh

...I made him a lot more monstrous than originally planned but eh its fitting- bc this is Jek’s body even with a LOT of changes in these regards, he’s got the same scars n such as that, he also wears black and red spiral gauges in his ears (I should also say, he can technically hide these features to make himself appear more human, i didnt originally intend on giving him any actual monstrous features except maybe sharp teeth, claws, n the pointed ears but here we are, he still gotta not arouse suspicion around him too much tho) also his eyes have dark circles around them, not because he’s a tired man he’s just a fucking- hellish bastard who loves to look intimidating.

| Personalities: Let’s uhh start off with Jekyll because he’s better and nicer and not nasty and gross n smelly looking- He’s kind, sweet, compassionate, caring, honestly wouldn’t hurt a fly himself- could never willingly hurt someone! A sweet babey man! He’s very intelligent- I mean,, he IS a Doctor after all, he takes pride in his work but it’s not that overbearing narcissistic type pride, he’s just proud of the breakthroughs he’s made ...Granted, there is one “breakthrough” he wished he could take back .. -glancing slowly at Hyde in the reflection of the mirror- ahem- but he’s always been pretty outgoing but a lot has changed since, that abomination came into his life, sure he still tries his best to be a good person, he tries his very damnedest to find some sorta way to separate or better yet a way to destroy this evil vile beast that plagues his and everyone else’s lives! He’d rather destroy Hyde than separate from him because even then, it's still back to square one only with worse damage since he’d be of his own free will now.

He shuts himself away in his Lab a LOT, as much as he can anyways to avoid going out and risking something more happening to anyone else, of course…

There is no avoiding the outside world forever, he needs things to eat and drink, he needs things to keep his body functioning and not to mention not going outside could drive him, well, more insane than he already feels he is- He just tries to be as quick as he can about it before the other takes control or tries to, Jek definitely has a lotta anxieties and fears, and ya know at this point I mean,, hell- the man’s got trauma- Sometimes he wonders if any of this is actually real, if he had just gone insane and was just imagining all this, sometimes his head hurt because of all the thoughts and potential scenarios along with their outcomes plagued his mind, he feels a lot of things he never thought he’d feel towards anyone, he feels anger and hatred toward Hyde but in a way aside from feeling so negatively toward the other, he can’t help but admire the way Hyde wishes to just simply l i v e, and even before this beast became apart of him… He was always anxious deep down and almost scared to take that jump when needed.

But Hyde? Hyde doesn’t seem to even c a r e! That thing lives it’s life without any care whatsoever, he doesn’t have any anxieties or fears at all it seems! In a way, Henry might even be a lil envious toward the other’s carefree attitude and that he’s free of anxieties and fears ...H-He still doesn’t want the other around, he still wishes to destroy Hyde of course, even with the envy and maybe a slight bit of admiration he has his morals and principals, and if Hyde continues to exist or w o r s e gets his own body it could prove v e r y perilous.

Now onto… Eugh, Hyde- The bastard man himself- He’s stinky- an evil bastard who really needs just a good punch in the face (god don't do it yourself tho, he’ll probs eat ur entire arm) Hyde’s absolutely disgusting, will do ANYTHING to get what he desires, he can be narcissistic in some regards, VERY prideful and greedy in many ways, he isn’t above committing murder like really, was he EVER above it? If he wanted, he’d literally murder you not even for a bag of corn chips but literally just one, psh- selling you to satan for one? Bah that’s amateur’s work! He’s somehow a minor inconvenience who can commit REALLY nasty and horrible atrocities at the same time if he feels like it, if he finds out something annoys you or REALLY pisses you off he’s going to keep doing it, he will literally try driving you insane just for the fun of it, really at this point it doesn’t seem like he HAS much of a goal but to just l i v e and cause chaos, destruction, and mayhem wherever he goes, he despises Jekyll in many ways, one being for trying to destroy him first and foremost but also Henny is just s o fucking weak, such a weak man with far too many anxieties, fears, etc- He’d be SO much better of a man if he’d simply let Hyde take control and STAY in control!

It’d make everything a lot easier, then Jek wouldn’t have to worry about ANYTHING ever again! No more of that pathetic nonsense! If it were possible, Hyde would absolutely l o v e to have his own body, separate from Jekyll, that way he could have his own life separate from that pathetic weakling’s! But… Even then, Jekyll and Hyde are one, in many ways they are absolutely apart of one another, two sides of the same coin, even with their MAJOR differences in personality and Hyde almost seeming like an entirely different entity just merely possessing Jekyll, after all, Hyde will admit it himself, he spawned from deep within Jekyll’s mind, he’s tried to get the other to see time and time again that he’s always been apart of the other deep down, Jek’s always had a more mad and evil side to him! Even if the other will deny this and take the denial to his grave, Hyde always persists in trying to get the other to see the truth in front of his eyes!

Aside from that tho, Hyde is just generally a dick and loves to mess with Jek and terrify him sometimes for literally no reason, hell he could be bored one day and decide “Hey Henny, fuck you, you suck” he loves to start drama, he loves to cause problems on purpose- Both of them would give anything to separate from each other, even if Hyde knows the truth deep down bout the both of them, even if he were always originally a part of Jekyll, it didn’t matter, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get his own body, away from that pathetic coward of a man!

| Side Facts: Jekyll rarely ever gets to relax or any free time, he’s too worried to give himself that in fear he’ll lose control, he’s almost CONSTANTLY fighting to keep control over the other, even though he knows it's physically impossible to do so, after all, he can’t stay awake forever, sure that doesn’t stop him from trying to stay awake as long as he can before his body practically forces him to pass out and he’s MUCH weaker than he used to be, I mean hell, given how long Jekyll seems to have been around, fighting SO much and almost EVERY single day has practically worn his body down but whenever there is an opportunity for any “free” time he usually spends it trying to figure out an antidote or a way to get rid of Hyde (I will say, before Hyde REALLY started doing bastardous n horrendous things, Jek would still get annoyed with him bc he was always that way but he actually, I’d say tolerated him more so than he does by now) and Hyde even- well, he still disliked Henry IMMENSELY so, but he definitely wasn’t as bad or as awful as he is to the other now, it was more so I tolerate you and we dont have to seriously fight or struggle with each other for control and back then Jek would even sometimes let Hyde have control.

But then… A serious incident (I wont name what exactly) but a serious incident that happened caused the two to absolutely despise each other (i didnt say up there, yes, Hyde absolutely despises Jekyll but there is some heavily hidden admiration in regards to the other’s determination, his persistence, and even somewhat of his creativity, Jekyll despite being an annoying nuisance in Hyde’s way, he does have some admirable things about him) but anyway- ever since that incident occurred, Jek has tried almost EVERYTHING he knew of to get rid of Hyde, even if separation from his body would still be bad bc that could mean Hyde would obtain his own body honestly? I believe Jekyll would still take that opportunity if he were given it, if he needed, he’d try and find someway to stop Hyde’s evil, maybe it’d be easier even if the other had his own body, he didn’t know, he just wishes he could be free from all this torment and agony like gosh damn give this man a b r e a k. Give him some fruit gummies and an appy juice carton and leave him be!

When Hyde is in control he wastes little time in finding things to do, being able to be out, to see the world, the world ripe for chaos and destruction, he wastes little time in getting straight to work with whatever his devious lil mind wants to think of- also for more monstrous purposes, back up there, I was p vague with the mention of teeth on his insides- p much teeth going down his throat and hell who knows, the bastard probably has teeth on the inside of his stomach at this rate- Another not so fun fact, this man can unhinge his jaw! Yaaay so u can see sharp teefs! ...He does have to kinda set his jaw back in place though bc god forbid Jek takes control then.

Smh imagine taking back control of your body only to have a fucking dislocated j a w wouldn’t that be hellish?

Hyde rarely ever does this for a few reasons- he only does it if he’s in the mood for just takin a big chomp outta someone (big chompy) just, just please- lock this thing away- or kill it, it's a menace to society and deserves nothing good- two more things btw, tbh I genuinely wasnt even considering inhuman features at first but ya know, I compromised- he has them he just chooses to hide them more often and speaking of, while Hyde says he’s always been apart of Jekyll (well this version I made anyway) that deep down their two sides of the same coin, can you really believe him? I mean, I’m not going to spoil it and tell ya anything in that regard, but who knows, who knows what Hyde REALLY is, whether or not he’s always been apart deep down inside of Jek or just some form of entity that spawned via that wonderful little formula.

And the final thing is, their voices are p much based on the musical ones' voices- Hyde’s is that deeper n raspier kinda voice while Jek’s is much softer and ya know POLITE sounding.

#my own versions #im not gonna tag them as OCs or anything like that #so they get an entirely different tag #jekyll and hyde #we have one himbo doctor who honestly shoulda known better smh and then we have one bastard #who needs to be put on a fucking leash

[javis-beretta]

hi if ur taking requests could i get a race x reader with a brooklyn girlsie who’s spot’s best friend & second in command which mean spot’s super protective over her?

this is my first time writing race in the canon verse so go easy on me (and i’m not sorry that it got so long). also, this is my first request so y e e t. enjoy! (daisy is ur newsies nickname btw)

Race Higgins was not a feelings kind of guy. Crutchie, with his ever-hopeful smile and bright, optimistic eyes? He did feelings. Jack, with his pretty girlfriend and heart-on-his-sleeve love for his boys? He did feelings. Race did not do feelings. So, why did his heart get all – eugh – fluttery when you walked into the lodging house, with a message for Jack? Why did he lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling and picturing you, with your twinkling eyes and your ever-present smirk, lying there next to him?

Race was also horrible at keeping secrets. But, you, he was pretty sure, were worth it. There wasn’t anything much to tell, anyway. He met you at the rally, standing off to the side while Spot Conlon shone in the spotlight. There was something about your stance, your crossed arms and straight back, that looked familiar. Maybe, it was because he knew how it felt to stand away from the spotlight, and to be proud of it. He had been Jack’s second-in-command until Davey’d come along, so he knew that look in your eyes. It was challenging, but certain. It said that you had faith in Spot, in the same way Race trusted Jack with his life. There was also a flower, stubbornly unwilted, tucked behind your ear and sticking out from under your cap.

That night was the first time he talked to you, too. His feet had drifted over to you, before he could stop himself, and he searched for something to say. You looked him over quickly and beat him to it.

“You’re from Manhattan, ain’t you?”

He nodded dumbly.

“Be honest with me, are your boys serious about the strike?”

He nodded again, finding his voice this time.

“We been hurt too bad to not be serious about all this.”

It was your turn to nod.

“This ain’t just a strike about us, no more. It’s about all of New York. There’s kids getting hurt all over. Someone needs to look after the little guys.”

He surprised himself with his own words. He hadn’t realised how much the strike truly meant to him until then.

You grinned, satisfied.

“Well, alright then. I’m Daisy,” you motioned to the flower in your hair and then stuck out a hand to shake. He met your eyes.

“Race.”

The first time he hugged you was after Manhattan had won their strike. You were both caught up in the excitement of it all. It wasn’t your first strike, but it was the first that carried the winds of change for all newsies with it. He was standing next to you and when Jack yelled their success, you leapt on him in pure joy. The music in Medda’s theatre couldn’t hold a candle to the melody of your laugh and he was certain that nothing could be prettier than your smile.

There was something between the two of you, something that pulled you together like magnets, even after those firsts. Neither of you had any idea what it was, but it felt decidedly unique. You had come to an arrangement.

Every Thursday night, just after sunset, when all the newsies were going to play cards or bet on the horses, the pair of you would meet at the point where the Brooklyn Bridge ended, and Manhattan began, and, there, you would sit and talk. There wasn’t anything scandalous about it, but it was understood that this was secret. Your relationship, friendship or whatever it was, was something that you kept to yourselves. Neither of you talked about it, but you knew that as good as Brooklyn-Manhattan relations had been since the strike, this something between you would make all of that a messier. Especially, since neither of you even knew what it was.

Race found himself telling you secrets that he didn’t know he was keeping. He told you stories about his long-gone father, or the way his mother looked when she smiled. You told him things, too, about the week you had spent in The Refuge and the way Spot had broken you out. The pair of you sat and talked and sometimes, when he made a stupid joke, you’d punch him lightly on the shoulder. Sometimes, when your voice got choked up talking about the little kids you’d almost lost, he’d reach over and hold your hand. He’d squeeze it once, twice and let go. There was always a look in your eyes, like maybe you wish he’d hold it for longer.

Your arrangement worked with the same regularity that bells in the city rang. You’d saunter up to him, give him a too-quick hug, and you’d sit down on the edge of the bridge, with your legs hanging over the side. You’d talk for hours and, when the moon was high in the sky, one of you would get up, and say, “Same time next week?”

Sure, he woke up groggy on Friday morning, but he looked forward to his time with you all week. He’d listen to the boys, storing up stories and jokes that he knew you’d like.

The pair of you worked like clockwork, which was why he felt nauseous when you didn’t show up that night.

He waited for what felt like ages, figuring you were probably busy talking to Spot, or sorting out some good-for-nothing kids who were giving you and yours some trouble. The longer he waited, the more his mind began to race. You wouldn’t do this to him, something had to be wrong for you to miss your moment together. Still, there was that doubt in the back of mind. You were probably just bored of him. You’d forgotten or found something – maybe, someone – more important. Girlsies were few and far between, but pretty girlsies, with kind smiles and uncompromising eyes, who didn’t need anybody but themselves to survive on the stinkin’ streets of New York? Those were near impossible to find. Boys like Race came easy, though, so he figured you must have got caught up in something better.

He walked back reluctantly, still somehow hoping that you hadn’t forgotten. He slept uneasily, wondering what could have possibly kept you away. On Friday, the more he thought about it, the surer he became that you meant to miss the meeting. He thought about the week before. Maybe, he had hugged you for a moment too long when you were leaving. Maybe, he teased a little too meanly. Maybe he smelled. Either way, he was almost certain that something about him had to be unappealing.

“Hey, Elmer, you heard about that girlsie in Brooklyn?”, his ears perked up a little at Albert’s words.

“Yeah, heard she got into a fight or somethin’ with some guys from Queens who were giving some Brooklyn girls some trouble. I heard it didn’t go so good.”

Race’s heart was pounding, and, without thinking, he jumped up from his bunk. He didn’t even bother masking the concern in his voice.

“What girl? D’you know her name?”, he said, with a hand on Elmer’s shoulder.

“Nah, sorry,” he gave Race an odd look.

“She definitely rolls with Spot, though,” Albert said, frowning at Race.

Before either of them could ask what was wrong, Race was out of the door. Girlsies were few and far between, but girlsies who’d get themselves into trouble protecting others and rolled with Spot Conlon? There could be only one girlsie like that.

He ran most of the way too Brooklyn, with his hat in his hand and his heart in his throat. His nausea the day before was nothing compared to the turning of him stomach as his feet pounded the pavement. Some Brooklyn boys gave him odd looks as he thundered through their turf, but none of them were old enough, or ranked high enough to stop him. He found the Brooklyn Newsies Lodging House easy enough, and breathlessly pushed open the door.

The first person he recognised was Spot, who stepped aggressively towards the door, as soon as Race stepped through it.

“Anything I can help you with, Manhattan? Is your Cowboy startin’ another strike, or something?”, he sneered.

“Uh, no, I,” Race trailed off, looking around the room, desperately. His eyes caught on you, with a blue eye and a bandage around your forehead. One of your arms was in a sling and the other was wrapped around a little girl’s shoulders and, for the first time since he’d known you, there was no flower in your hair. Your head snapped up as you heard Race’s voice, and you saw him moving towards you. Your feet were carrying you towards him before you could stop yourself.

“Hey, where d’you think you’re going, Manhattan?”

Suddenly, you remembered Spot. He was your best friend in the world and the only one who could get away with thinking that you needed looking after.

“Spot, he’s a friend, don’t worry about it.”

The Brooklyn leader looking at you, incredulously.

“A friend? From Manhattan?”

You nodded.

“I met ‘im at the strike. He’s, uh, just here to talk. Sorry, I forgot that he’d be coming by.”

You glanced between Race’s wild blue eyes and Spot’s concerned brown ones.

“A friend from Manhattan?”, he repeated. “Well, what are ya thinkin’ bringing him here? And, to talk? What else would you be doing with a kid from there?”

“Spot, I gotta sort some stuff out with Race. How ‘bout I talk to you about this all tonight, yeah?”

Without waiting for answer, you grabbed Race’s arm and dragged him out the door, and into the moonlit street.

“What the hell are you doing here?”, you whispered harshly, all too aware that everyone inside was probably listening to whatever you had to talk to a Manhattan boy about.

“What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing getting beat up by assholes from Queens? I thought you might’a been dead or somethin’!”

His voice was louder than yours, and you could see his eyes brimming with tears. You realised that you were still holding tightly onto his arm. Your eyes softened, and he spoke again, a whispering this time.

“I-I thought somethin’ really bad could’a happened to you.” His voice got impossibly lower. “I know how some guys treat girlsies.”

He looked at you with those wide blue eyes, waiting for a reply.

“I-It’s nothin’,” you hoped he didn’t hear your voice shake. “Some asshole was roughing up these little girls, who ain’t done nothin’ wrong. Somebody’s gotta look out for the little people, right?”

He took your face in his hands, holding you gently, as if you were some fragile thing.

“You swear you’re okay?”

You nodded, dumbly, looking young and about as feeble as he felt when he first met you.

“You should see the other guys,” you joked. He didn’t laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t show up yesterday.”

He suddenly realised how near he was to you and took a small step back, scuffing his shoe on the pavement, and glaring at the ground.

“Wasn’t your fault. Sorry I stormed into your lodging. Spot looked ready to kill.”

“I don’t blame ya. If something had happened to you, I’d probably book it to Manhattan, too. And Spot’ll get over it.”

Race looked up, brilliant blue eyes locked on yours.

“What’s he got to get over? I’m a friend from Manhattan, nothin’ to worry about,” he chuckled wryly at his own words, sounding half-bitter.

This was dangerous territory. You took a step nearer to him.

“You ain’t just a friend, Race. I figured you knew that.”

“Well, I know that I like ya, but we ain’t never talked about being more than friends.”

“Then let’s talk now. I think I’d like an excuse to swing by Manhattan more often.”

He grabbed your face gently, and his lips were on yours. Your eyes screwed shut and you felt warmth washing over your body and, after too short a moment, he pulled away.

“I, um, how’s this gonna work? Us, I mean, if there is an us.”

His eyes searched yours.

“Brooklyn and Manhattan ain’t so far away, really. We’ll figure it out.”

After promises to see each other sometime sooner than next Thursday, and a couple more stolen kisses, you and Race reluctantly parted ways. You pretended not see the little jig he did as he walked home.

You must have been outside longer than you thought, because when you opened the door to the lodging house again, most of the kids were asleep in bed and Spot was standing with his hands on his hips, glaring at the door.

“A friend from Manhattan, huh?”

His voice was low and yeah, you thought to yourself, you were definitely in for it.

Spot’s scowl softened a little when he saw your smile.

“I’m paying him a visit tomorrow. Gotta make sure he’s good for you.”

Your smile somehow brightened even more, and you wrapped Spot in a quick side hug.

“He’s definitely good for me.”

“Yeah, well. He better not come by the lodging again. I’m already tired of his stupid face.”

That night, you and Race fell asleep with matching smiles on your faces. He knew that in the morning he’d have to tell Jack that he was with a Brooklyn girl and deal with all that came with it, and he knew that Spot Conlon was probably already planning his death, but he didn’t mind too terribly. He thought of the feeling of your lips on his and the look on your face when he pulled away. No, he didn’t mind facing anything at all, as long as he had you.

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