Musical request please! Race saves reader (girlsie) from getting beaten up. (And can they love each other please?) Many thanks!
race is my favorite newsie in the musical. great choice. loved writing this—Nails
Running was something a newsie was used to. Running from the refuge, the scabs… That list was quite a long list. Today, it was unfortunately Morris and Oscar Delancey. Apparently, girl or not, you made an insult too heavy-handedly, and you end up here. The worn soles of your shoes loudly hit the pavement. That was the sound you focused on, in an attempt to block out the harsh screams of the idiot brothers. They shouted everything from idle threats to slurs that hit close to home.
Your body was starting to give out. How many blocks you had run… No clue. Slowly, you moved to the other side of the street, itching to slide into the alley, while the brothers slid by, leaving you alone. Part one went off smoothly, part two, not as much. Morris and Oscar quickly backpedaled when they noticed you were out of their sights, and stormed in to the alleyway, trapping you. Not so smart now, huh? “Well, there, (Name)… Learned not to give us shit no more, yet?” Morris choked out, breathing heavily. Oscar wiped the back of his hand against his nose, and menaced a bit. It shouldn’t have been frightening, but the setting leant itself to your fear.
You took another breath and shook your head. “Tireda giving you shit? Never.” Why you said it escaped you, as soon as one of the brothers reached his hand back, balled into a fist. His, Oscar’s, knuckles hit you hard in the stomach, lifting you up, and pressing you back into the wall. The bag of papers on your back offered little padding.
As soon as you raised a fist to give him a good one back, your wrist was stifled by one of their hands. Everything was a flurry of limbs, but your eyes zeroed in on a raised fist, that seemed to move towards your face in slow motion.
But the blow didn’t come.
At some point, you’d screwed your eyes shut tight, without realizing it. You opened your them to the sounds of shouting. Race. The familiar boy was raging. He had a temper, yes, but it took a lot to get him there. He was there. Race was beyond there. “And that’s what jerks like you get,” the blonde shouted, pushing Oscar to the ground, knocking his new boy cap off his head in the process. “For laying a hand. On my girl!” Race had gotten a half a dozen good hits in before the Delancey brothers pulled each other out and bailed.
Race let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He whipped around and crawled over to you. “(Name), golly, they gotcha, didn’t they?” He asked softly, when he noticed you clutching your abdomen. Race placed a hand over yours and shook his head.
“They got you better.” You said. Race had a busted lip, and a light bruise forming under his right eye. You didn’t want to say it suited him, but he always seemed to be covered in bruises and blood. Couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You put a hand on the side of his face. “I could’ve taken ‘em, ya know.”
The boy couldn’t stop the smile that graced his features. “I know, I know. I'se just wanting to help.” Race mumbled. His face crept closer, and closer to yours, until your noses ghosted over each other. “Can’t stand you bein’ hurt, doll.”
“Yeah, I heard ya, sap.”
Neither of you could wait another second, and your lips met. Race had gone in for a hard kiss, you for a softer one, as not to hurt his mouth. He didn’t seem to care. After a brief minute, you pulled away for a breath. “Race?”
“You wearin’ aftershave?”
Race smiled again, his lip bleeding a bit more. “I was hopin’ you’d notice.” His smile faded when you coughed sorely. “Hey, let’s get you back to the lodging house, ‘kay?” Race turned around to pick up his forgotten cap and papers. Then, he threw and arm around your shoulder to support you. “Let’s get out of here.”
❛ Oh, cool. That’s a good one. ❜
❛ Hey, where did you get the ——- ❜
❛ I put my pudding pack we don’t see them again today. ❜
❛ Are you just all talk? ❜
❛ Wait, why are you screaming? ❜
❛ She/he isn’t supposed to be in the street. ❜
❛ You might wanna slide over this way a little. ❜
❛ The jay word wouldn’t happen to be ‘Jinx’ would it? ❜
❛ What’s the Jay word? ❜
❛ I can almost taste that snickerdoodle now. ❜
❛ What are you guys talking about? ❜
❛ What’s happened so far? ❜
❛ My parents are gonna flip out. ❜
❛ What doesn’t kill you, makes you late for school. ❜
❛ I don’t think we’re gonna miss the whole day. ❜
❛ I’m going to school. ❜
❛ Fear not, I’ve got a back up right now. ❜
❛ It must have gotten wet when we fell in the mud. ❜
❛ This has happened for before. ❜
❛ What could possibly go wrong? ❜
❛ I think we can still make it across. ❜
❛ I’ve got an extra pair. ❜
❛ Maybe we should go through the woods. ❜
❛ Look, they’re safe, they’re cutting through the woods. ❜
❛ What exactly is your definition of safe? ❜
❛ I got a thing about coyotes. ❜
❛ You get how that’s not better right? ❜
❛ Follow me. ❜
❛ Wow, that was incredibly lucky. ❜
❛ Hey. We’re out of the woods. ❜
❛ Are you guys seeing this? ❜
❛ Here you go. ❜
❛ No offense, I just can’t handle this. ❜
❛ How do you live like this? ❜
❛ How do you live like that? ❜
❛ Does that seen like more fun to you? ❜
❛ Hmm, alright, where to next? ❜
❛ Is that a new scar? ❜
❛ You’re going down. ❜
❛ They’re gonna beat us to school. ❜
❛ Here, I’ll give you a boost. ❜
❛ I do need you to go home. ❜
❛ He/she isn’t supposed to be in the river. ❜
❛ I don’t know if its the adrenaline talking but I’m starting to think we can handle anything. ❜
❛ Well, maybe not anything. ❜
❛ Nintey seconds to the bell. ❜
❛ What? It’s cold and flu season. ❜
❛ We really need to get to school. ❜
❛ Made it all in one piece. ❜
❛ Guess we’re going hungry. ❜
❛ Don’t worry, I got you two covered. ❜
❛ Is there ever a time you haven’t forgotten something? ❜
❛ I don’t have a performance plan. ❜
❛ Should we wait for the next one? ❜
❛ This floor is a lot cleaner than I expect. ❜
❛ So, this is a subway? ❜
❛ Ever heard of the mole people? ❜
❛ I better put on my seatbelt. ❜
❛ How is that going to help?
❛ Oh, I get it now. ❜
❛ I would have extra, but the llama incident. ❜
❛ So thats what a runaway train looks like. ❜
❛ I’ll be honest, I’m a little disappointed. ❜
❛ Well, at least we’re above ground. ❜
❛ Does it usually do this? ❜
❛ Are you by chance a claustrophobic? ❜
The ride from the airport to the cabin is exciting. Jared refuses to follow the directions in his
email and uses OnStar instead. “Don’t
say a word,” he hisses, watching her laugh quietly through the corner of his
“Babe, this isn’t a road,” she laughs hysterically,
recording his face and the overgrown, very bumpy trail he’s driving on before
turning the camera on herself. “We’re
lost. We’re gonna die! I hear banjos.”
“Not funny!” Jared grumbles, trying to hold back his own
laughter. “You want me to turn around?”
“No! I want you to
park. Let’s have an adventure,” she squeals, scooting next to him in the seat
and kissing his neck.
“Kissing me like that will get you much more than an
adventure, babe,” he huffs, pulling the Jeep over. “You really wanna do this?” he asks,
questioning her sanity. She nods,
grinning mischievously. “You’re crazy you know that!” he laughs exiting the car
and watching her hop out, taking his hand.
“Which way should we go?” She giggles excitedly.
Jared looks around then pulls her towards a thick patch
of trees. “I hear water,” he whispers
conspiratorially, kissing her cheek when she begins to protest the direction
he’s pulling her in. He guides her
through the trees, moving branches, waving away spider webs and helping her
over fallen tree limbs. They wonder down
a path, the sound of the water more evident with every turn. “I bet it’s a water fall,” he says, pulling
her close to his side, stopping to kiss her sweetly when her eyes widen. “Come on,” he encourages, pulling away and
picking up his speed.
Well hello! This is my first writing piece on this account, and it’s just to show you guys what my writing style is like.
I had been working on this one for a while, so I hope that you guys enjoy it!
Feedback is always appreciated, as well as constructive criticism, so feel free to message me.
Remember that requests are open!
Genre: Fluff & Blink-and-you-miss-it Angst
“YOU WILL LOSE NEXT TIME!” You yelled as
you ran towards a building across the street, sliding behind it and into a dark
alleyway, hiding until the crowd would dissipate.
It was rare that you used your voice since
you had to keep your identity a secret, after all. Even when you did use your
voice, you would change the tone, to make it less likely for someone to
recognize you. After everything that had happened, you were completely out of
breath, with cuts on your face and blood dripping from said cuts.
Who would’ve thought that you’d end up like
this? You were a villain, humanity’s number one enemy, at least when they are
derived from its own. The trouble you caused would always appear in every local
headline, sometimes even showing up around the world.
Hey you! *Runs up to you on the street and dives and slides on my stomach for several feet cutting my whole frontal half up pretty bad* Do you like tumblr posts?? *Flips over onto my back and tries to do the thing where I throw myself onto my feet from my back using only body weight and momentum but I’m not even close to getting it* Wait a sec
Stiles and Scott set up camp in the living room
and queue up Netflix. Stiles knows what this is. This is denial. This is a
desperate attempt to flood their brains with something normal—Parks and Rec, and
popcorn, and soda—to drown out the fact that something just happened that makes
no sense. Stiles and his dad were experts at this, when his mom was sick and
then when she was gone. Stiles still can’t watch Night at the Museum without trying to push down a rising sense of
dread. He still can’t remember his dad’s laugh without also remembering all
those times it was so, so close to breaking. But that was what they did. They
pushed on. They pretended things were normal, until they almost were again. The
new normal, anyway. Then that was ripped away too.
All those nights in front of the TV with his
dad, both of them pretending that as long as they kept looking at the screen
and laughing at the jokes then they didn’t have to notice that their universe
Scott’s eyes changed color and glowed.
He can hear heartbeats.
He tracked Stiles by scent from clear across
There was something outside the house and it howled.
Denial isn’t going to be able to hold this dam
back for long, is it?
Stiles sticks his hand into the bowl of popcorn.
Scott looks at him worriedly, like he knows
Stiles is about to totally annihilate their fragile peace. “What?”
It’s strange how the human brain rationalizes
the things it doesn’t want to believe. It’s strange how hard it works to push
away the things it can’t explain.
Scott isn’t some kind of monster.
Stiles’s mom wasn’t dying.
Everything is going to be okay.
Stiles crunches on his popcorn. “We should watch
the Li’l Sebastian episode.”
Scott flashes him a grateful smile and navigates
to the Netflix menu.
Stiles watches, but doesn’t take it in.
Some things are crumbling, but some things are
also falling into place.