This is my cat. His name is Toby. You will be seeing a lot of him because he's my favorite and I love him. That is all.

This one is not a X Reader, but I really wanted to write about a family-type relationship between (Y/n), Les, and the other newsies.

Hopefully I can really capture the dynamic of the mismatched family that is the Manhattan Newsies.

Enjoy, my fellow Famsies!

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You snatched Race's cigar away, glaring at the idiot.

"You need to stop smokin', Race. Not only is it bad for you, but you're also settin' a bad example for the younger boys, especially Les."

"Hey! That there's a corona! Gives it back!" Race cried, reaching for the cigar. You held it up and away from the boy.

"Not a chance on that, Racetrack." You said firmly, keeping the cigar away.

"Awww... I's spent my whole stash on that. But you is so cute wit dat accent, I can't refuse." He said flipping on the charm and leaning against the wall. You think he was trying to do the smolder, but he just looked like he was in pain. You rolled your eyes. Yes, you were raised in Ireland. Yes, you had an Irish accent. It wasn't that big of a deal.

"Flirtin' isn't goin' to change my mind, so there's no point in tryin." You said, tossing the cigar out the window. Race made a sound that was similar to a kicked puppy as he watched the cigar fall to its doom.

You felt a little bad.

But not too bad.

"But (Yyyyyyy/nnn), them cigars ain't bad for me. Them rich fellas smoke em all the time! And those fancy dicktors even say they's good for you!"

"It's doctor, Race. And they are bad for you. I don't care what those doctors say. My Papa, may he Rest In Peace, smoked five of those death sticks every day. Next thing you know, he gets a cough and then he's gone within the year. I won't let that happen to anyone else I love. So suck it up and stop smokin."

"Awww, didja hear that everyone? (Y/n) loves me!" Race called to the rest of the boys. They looked up from their bunks, rolled their eyes, then went back to what they were doing before.

"Like a brother, Higgins. Like an annoying, impossible brother." You shook your head.

"What evah happened to romance?" Race questioned as he sulked back to his bunk. Albert patted him on the back as he pouted, chin in his hands.

It was true; you loved every boy in the Lodge like a brother. And of course, that came along with the annoying times and the arguing and hogging the bathroom and them stealing your stuff and then wanting to throw them out the window when they didn't clean up their stuff..!!

Anyway, you were like one big family.

"Did your father really die from smokin'?" A younger voice said from behind you. You turned to see Les, the most adorable and annoying of them all (though Race gave him a run for his money).

"Yes, he did little Les. And I miss him dearly." Les' face fell. He looked at you for a moment, then closed the rest of the distance and hugged you tightly. You were surprised, but the small, adorable gesture melted your heart. You placed your arms around the young lad, one hand on the back of his head. You hugged him protectively as if he were your own little brother.

"Hey, did you just call me 'Lass'?" Les pulled away, looking up at you in confusion. You stared at him, eyes wide, then you burst into laughter. Apparently the rest of the boys heard this as well because they all joined in your blithe.

"But didja?" He persisted, cheeks a little pink from embarrassment. You straightened his cap and buttoned his vest, smiling.

"No, Les. I didn't. You probably just misheard because of my accent. I'm sorry, lad." You said, emphasizing lad. Les smiled.

"It's ok! It really did sound like lass though." He insisted. You chuckled again and booped him on the nose.

"Now why would I call such a strong, handsome young man such as yourself lass? It just wouldn't make sense!" You looked around over-dramatically and leaned in close to Les.

"Now Romeo, on the other hand..." you stage whispered.

"You rang, my Irish Rose? Wait, WHAT?" Romeo burst out, causing another round of laughter from the boys and bringing the bright smile back to Les' face. Your goal achieved, you gave Les one more pat on the head then made your way over to your bunk to take a quick catnap.

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"Is she really asleeping?" was that Elmer?

"I don'ts know. You bettah makes sure." That one was Albert.

"HEY (Y/n)! THE POTATOES IS GONE! Yeah she's asleep." Ah... good morning Race.

You kept your eyes closed and you attempted to keep your breathing rhythmic and calm. It took quite a bit of effort to not roll your eyes. The classic "Irish people love the potatoe"; how creative.

You heard a bunch of humming. Oh no. What were these idiots up to?

"Ok, ready, 5 6 7 8."

"Oh, I bid farewell to the port and the land
And I paddle away from brave Englad's white sands
To search for my long ago forgotten friends
To search for the place I hear all sailers end"

HOL UP. That sounded like Albert. And he was singing. You were about to open your eyes to ask why the heck Albert was singing a sailor's song, but then the rest of the boys began to sing.

"As the souls of the dead fill the space of my mind
I'll search without sleeping 'till peace I can find
I fear not the weather, I fear not the sea
I remember the fallen, do they think of me?
When their bones in the ocean forever will be"

Bruh. Their harmonies were amazing.

You cracked opened your eyes just wide enough to see the impromptu chorus. It was basically all the boys in the refuge minus Davey who was trying to write in a small book of some sort with a broken lock on the side, an annoyed and concentrated look on his face. Jack was simultaneously laughing at the singing boys and trying to peek at what Davey was writing. Les was sitting on the edge of your bunk, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the tune. Most of the newsies were facing away from you, so you figured it would be safe to sit up and watch and plot blackmail.

You slowly and smoothly sat up. Les looked over at you and was about to say something. You placed a finger over your lips in the "hush" signal. You leaned over and very quietly whispered your plan to him.

Les smiled evilly and nodded. His face got a very dark look. Wow. This kid could be scary. But at least he was on your side. Maybe.

You turned your attention back to the song. It was dark and talked about death, but it was also kind of sweet at the end. It brought to mind a song your father used to sing to you as a lullaby.

So of course you had to scare... I mean share.

As the boys started the next verse of their song, you began to sing the lullaby. It didn't take long for them to fall into a hush.

"Ok, who's off key? And tempo? C'mon boys, we's practiced this." Albert called, but stopped abruptly when he heard you, still singing.

The look of horror on all their faces was glorious.

"In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone

As she wheeled her wheelbarrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh""

"Huehuehue she said co-"

"Race, don't even finish that sentence"

"Sorry Davey."

You rolled you eyes and continued, glancing at Les and telling him that the operation was a go with your eyes.

"She was a fishmonger
And sure, t'was no wonder
For so were her mother and father before

And they wheeled their barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh""

You walked around the boys looking at them creepily. You laughed internally. You loved making people uncomfortable. They also seemed traumatized that you'd heard them sing. Oh well. That's life, boys. Sometimes people just hear you sing in perfect harmony with your friends. Happens all the time.

You continued your song, finally getting to the best and creepiest part.

"She died of a fever
And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone"

They looked terrified.

Perfect.

"her ghost wheels her barrow
Through the streets broad and narrow
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

Alive, alive, oh
Alive, alive, oh
Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh""

You ended your song right in front of Davey, who had hastily hidden his suspicious notebook.

You just sort of stared at him creepily for a moment, making him very uncomfortable and distracting him just long enough for Les to put your plan into action. He snatched the notebook and ran off, giggling like a madman.

"LESS JACOBS YOU BRING THAT BACK RIGHT NOW." Davey bellowed. It was as though there was a second, deeper, scarier voice yelling at the same time as Davey. Whoa. What the heck is up with that family?

Davey chased his little brother around the Lodge while the other boys tried to keep him away. They, too, wanted to know what was in the notebook.

Jack discreetly sidled over to you as Buttons 'accidentally' tripped Davey as he ran by.

"I didn't get a good look, but next time you gets the chance, ask 'im bout how to spell 'locked.'" Jack mumbled to you. You looked at him, confused.

"Trust me, just do it." He winked and speed walked away laughing to himself.

You smirked and shook your head. These boys...

"HEY! Ain't we forgetting something?" Elmer called out, turning towards you.

"The Lass can sing!" He lilted in a horrible Irish accent.

"Right back at cha, boys. I didn't know yous could sing so good." You said in a purposefully bad New York accent. They all cringed. Well, now they know what it's like.

"We've been practicing. We're The POTATOES!" Crutchie cried, overly excited.

"The Potatoes. Seems about right. You all certainly look like a bunch of potatoes." You snapped. Ooh, what a burn.

Race materialized out of nowhere at the moment an opportunity to be super cheesy presented itself.

"Oh ho ho, so we look good enough to eat, huh (Y/n)?" He said, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Hey, Once again, keep it clean. Les is still right here with MY DIARY."

Everyone stopped and stared at Davey.

"I- I mean notebook. Hehe." He tried to recover.

The boys see a very worried Davey.

You see the perfect opportunity.

"Hey Davey!" You called.

"What?" He asked, a little wary.

"Can ya tell me how to spell the word 'locked?'" You smirked, pretending to know exactly what you were talking about. Davey's eyes grew wide, then very very dark.

Oh dear.

You think it'd be best to run.

"OOOOOOH You're in for it now, (Y/n)!" Jack called as you jumped out the window, knowing full well that once you got the chance, he would be the one in for it.

You ran around to the front of the Lodge, laughing along with the rest of the boys.

"(Y/n)!!!!" Oh no. Oh no Davey is very mad and this is very bad. You turned the corner into the alley next to the Lodge and almost ran into someone who was already occupying that area in space and time.

"Oh! Hello there, Sweetie. So..."

She paused knowingly.

"I know how to handle that boy who's chasing you. All you have to do is put your hand palm out at him and say" she whispered the rest into your ear in the creepiest way you'd ever experienced. Eww.

"And don't forget to say it in Latin, ok? That's how it works on the demons."

"Ma'am... wow you're gorgeous. That's off topic. Anyway, Ma'am, who the heck are you, why would I ever say that, and Davey isn't a devil."

"Oh honey, you'd be surprised. Anyway, if you want to let him get you, that's not my problem. Good luck, Sweetie.'" She said, swishing her long, silky hair over her shoulder.

"But Ma'am- What." You turned around to see that there was no one there.

You got out of that alley as quickly as humanly possible.

That was something you could never get out of your memory...

No time to think about that, Davey was barreling straight towards you.

Oh no.

In a snap decision, maybe because you were traumatized by the inhumanly beautiful woman who just accosted you, you decided to do what the woman in the alley told you to do.

Your smartest deduction ever? No. But whatever. It's not like this could get worse.

"bheith imithe thot." You sighed, reaching your palm out towards Davey.

Wait. That was Irish, not Latin.

Wait. You didn't even know Latin.

Apparently it didn't matter, because Davey did stop. And he stood, staring at you in disbelief.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Did... did you just... oh my GOSH."

You tried to keep a straight face, but it was impossible. You ended up rolling around on the ground right alongside Davey.

The other boys came out of the Lodge to make sure you weren't dead. They did find the two of you dead, but in a different way.

"What's so funny?" Mush asked, poking you in the ribs with his boot.

"She told me to- oh my goodness. She told me to 'be gone thot' in Irish!" Davey got out in between his snickers.

He was laughing so hard he snorted.

Dead.

Silence.

And then everyone was on the ground, outside the Lodge, laughing until there were tears in their eyes.

Yeah, sometimes everyone in the Hatten Newsie Fam wanted to kill everyone else in the Hatten Newsie Fam, but you all knew, deep down, that every single one of the newsies would have your back the moment you needed help.

Hey, who needs folks when you've got friends?

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Le bonus:

"Hey, so... since I can sing and your group is literally called the most beautifully Irish-inspired name ever, can I-"

"No." Albert firmly cut you off.

You pouted.

"But why not."

"Because we's been practicing for your birthday surprise!" You heard an adorable voice from behind you.

"Dang it, Crutchie!" Specs groaned.

"Oh no, I's sorry!"

These stupid, adorable idiots...