-Not a heavy sleeper but not a light one either. Defintly spreads out
-Low-key a morning person and sucks at staying up past midnight unless he’s doing something
-He loves holding your face in his hands. when he sees ur face all smushed up he cant help but kiss you
-such a sweet boy, he'll do anything to help you
-that being said, SUPER PROTECTIVE.
-The Delancey brothers learned better than to mess with you...
-He’ll use his build to scare off assholes and if that doesn’t work he’ll use his fists.
-if you're sick, both of you are sick now. No matter how much you warn him or try to push him away he’ll stay unless you tell him you need something.
-If you’re a newsie, you guys are always selling partners. Sometimes he’ll slip an extra pape or two into your stack if you’re going through them like hot cakes but if you’re having trouble selling that day he’d be happy to help.
Summery: Reader meets her soulmate and invites him to dinner.
tw: None
a/n: Soulmate au!
wc: 1k
Master List
The concept of soulmates was one almost everyone knew. No matter your background, status, or gender. One thing connected humanity, and that was the concept of soulmates. Everyone had one. On everyone's wrist was a timer. A countdown. Once you meet your soulmate it reaches 0. Some people don't get to meet their soulmates till they were old, some get to meet their soulmates when they're young. Some people never get to meet their soulmates.
I stared wistfully at my wrist watching the seconds tick by. It was getting awfully close to the time where I meet my soulmate. The person I am destined to be with forever. The person to love me and stay with me when times were rough. My father hoped that the person I'm supposed to be with will be wealthy and bring fortune to our family. My mother hoped that I will be happy and truly love whoever I end up with. I couldn't care less about wealth. I just hope that whoever I end up with will love me.
I left the house like every other day heading off to my job. My family wasn't the most wealthy, but we weren't completely poor either. I walked by a couple newsies and entered the sewing factory. I hated my job. It was hot, cramped, we got no breaks, and if you got hurt you were expected to continue working. The bell rung and all us girls got to work right away. It was 6 a.m. and I got off at 5 p.m. I was lucky to get off earlier than the others.
We all slaved away for hours. Sweat, blood, and tears were shed as a few girls got hurt. Less than normal though which was good. I felt bad as the man who watched over us refused to let a girl, who seemed only to be the age of 8, get her hand bandaged. I felt myself become distractingly hungry yet continued to work. The sounds of sewing machines were the only thing I heard as they didn't like us talking to each other. After what seemed to be ages the dismissal bell rung, allowing us to leave the building. We exited out, one by one through the tiny doors. I wiped my brow trying to rid the sweat, when I noticed the numbers on my arm revealed that I would be meeting my soulmate soon.
Too soon.
I didn't look presentable and I was an exhausted and hungry mess. My hair must look frizzy and my clothes were dirty. I felt like I could collapse and according to the time on my wrist I meet my soulmate in 20 minutes. The moment I've been looking forward to is now a moment I dread. I'm going to make a terrible first impression. I bit my lip feeling completely and utterly frustrated. Tears started to rush to my eyes but I willed them back. I weaved between people on the streets trying to make it home as fast as possible.
The thought of dinner and my parents filled my head slightly comforting. I can eat and go to bed. The warm soup my mother said she was going to make made my mouth water. I could practically smell and taste it already! Then I could lay down on my firm and slightly uncomfortable mattress and let sleep take me away to a far away land. The thought made my eyes droopy and the sleep I've been fighting almost controlling me. I bumped into someone snapping me out of my haze. I looked up at them feeling more alert.
"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, the words spilling out of my mouth. I couldn't help but notice the stranger I bumped into was extremely attractive. From the brown curls that rested upon his head to his hazel eyes, to his plump lips, to his tan skin that was slightly covered in dirt. He seemed to also stare at me for a bit before apologizing back.
I glanced at my wrist, a habit I made when I met someone new, and noticed that it had stopped ticking. My countdown has completed. The newsboy who stood in front of me was in fact my soulmate. The nerves I felt earlier today where gone, due to exhaustion or his presence I couldn't tell.
"Well it seems that you're my soulmate newsboy," I said with a tired smile. His eyes widened and he looked down at his wrist, his mouth slightly parting as he saw that it showed 0. He looked back at me with astonishment which flustered me. "How about you come with me, we can have dinner with my family." He seemed incredibly nervous and I could understand why.
"My name is (y/n) by the way," I said ready to hit myself for forgetting something so simple.
"M-my name is Mush," He responded with a small smile, his voice just as beautiful as him.
I nodded as I started to walk, motioning him to follow me (which he did), "You don't have to meet my family so soon. Yet I would like to meet up with you sometime."
"I would like that too!" He said eagerly causing me to giggle slightly. "A-and I wouldn't mind meeting your folks. I just wasn't prepared for dis."
Understanding him completely we stood in front of the apartment building I lived in, "So would you like dinner then?"
He nodded opening the door for me to enter. My parents were excited that I finally met my soulmate, trying to make him feel as welcomed as possible (even if he was just a newsboy at the moment). My father was slightly disappointed but didn't make a fuss. My mother wouldn't stop gushing over us as we blushed at the remarks they made all night. How they would help plan our wedding and how they wanted grandchildren. Mush seemed happy though and that's all I cared about.
"Tired there?" Mush coos into your ear as you hug him after a long day. You nod into his chest, too drowsy to speak coherently. He pauses for a second to think before chuckling. You shift your head to look up at him questioningly right as he hooks his arms under your legs and lifts you up.
Your body jerks awake from the feeling and he smiles against the top of your head while drawing you back towards his chest, rubbing your back to try and soothe you. Your body relaxes into his hold as a warm hand rubs your back. Feeling your eyelids droop, you open your mouth to let him know you're about to fall asleep, only for a yawn to come out. Mush kisses your forehead and starts carrying you back towards your house. Your left eyelid closes. Then the right one. Before you fall asleep completely, you hear him say something one final time.
“Sleep tight, Princess.”
A/N: Him calling his s/o Prince(ss) is a personal head-cannon of mine that I’ll never let go of
Today was the day. Today was the day where I tell Mush how I feel. My heart was racing as my mind ran a mile a minute. I am a spy for Spot, a 'boid' as he calls it. He placed me with the Manhattan newsies and I could not be anymore thankful. I met Mush thanks to that and he was the sweetest man I have ever met...besides Crutchy but you get the point.
Mush was the definition of a dreamboat. His chocolate colored eyes that I could stare into forever (if I had the confidence to even make eye contact). His brown curly hair that looked soft to the touch. We may be grimy, dirty, street rats but man he sure keeps his appearance up. But he could be the dirtiest, ugliest man on Earth and I would still be madly in love with him.
Love. I'm completely sure that's how I feel about him. How else would I explain him being in my head nonstop? I always dream of how we would interact the next day. I make every interaction we have romantic in my head even though it was mostly just friendly. Imagine us holding hands, kissing him, or even just his brilliant smile.
I just got back to the lodge with Crutchy. He was my selling partner and it was peaceful for the most part. He was such a sweetheart and he was honestly my best friend. He kept giving me a reassuring smile, almost like he knew what I was going to do.
"You'se finally gonna tell 'im?" Crutchy asked taking in my nervous posture.
"Dat's da plan," I responded giving him a nervous smile.
"Don't worry (n/n) (nickname)," Crutchy said with a knowing smile. "I'm sure he likes you'se too, and if he doesn't? He don't know what he's missin out on!" Always give it to Crutchy to find a way to make me feel better.
"Tanks Crutch," I beamed feeling a bit better. "You'se a real peach."
He blushed a bit and smiled shyly, "I think someone's lookin for you'se." I looked at the front of the lodge to see Mush sitting on the steps looking around a bit. I took in a shaky breath and walked up to him.
(I'm seriously contemplating on making this a Crutchy one shot but too late I'm too lazy to change anything.)
"Heya Mush," I spoke out catching his attention. "Ya lookin for someone?"
A giant smile overtook his features as he saw me, "I was actually lookin for you." He stood up towering over me, "Could we talk...alone?" I nodded, not trusting my voice. I felt a lump in my throat as we stood in the ally next to the lodging. He also looked like a nervous wreck as he scratched the back of his neck.
"I wants to tell ya somethin too," I mumbled hugging myself a bit.
"O-oh, okay," He nodded. "I j-just wanted ta say that...that I'm in love wit ya (y/n)." I felt a sudden shock run through my body as my eyes widened. My body heated up as I tried process what he said. It didn't help that he was staring intently into my eyes searching for some sign that I felt the same way.
"I w-wanted to say the same thing," I whispered out, the butterflies in my stomach soaring. "I love you too."
"Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
With that he crashed his lips onto mine. It was a sweet yet passionate kiss as he held me in a gentle embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck as the kiss deepend. It felt like sparks were flying between us with each touch. My lungs felt like they were burning and I slowly departed, wishing I could feel his plump limps on mine forever. He followed me with a slight whine and I giggled a little.
"I need air love," I said breathlessly.
"Be my goil?" He asked holding my cheek with his slightly calloused hand.
