~Newspaper~ Newsies Imagines & preferences♡

Night conversations:

Jack:

You stair up at the ceiling and your hands at resting on top of your stomach.

"Y/n?" Jack says laying on his side looking at you.

"Yeah?" You reply.

"What are ya thinkin about?" He asks.

"I dont know" You reply. "What are you  thinking about?"

"How beautiful are kids are goona be" He replied.

"I'm not even pregnant yet" You laugh.

"Cant a man dream" He says. You laugh and cover your face with your hands.

"You'd be a good father" You say. He looks at you.

"You think so?" He says.

"Oh I know so" You wink.

David:

You hum a little song in your head as you lay there looking out at the moon.

"Y/n, please" David mumbles. "I'm trying to get some sleep".

"I cant go to sleep" You sigh. "I'm sorry".

He grumbles and moves closer to you. He links his arm around your waist.

"Davey, what would you think if I were to ask medda if I could sing in one of her shows?" You ask.

"I think she would say yes" He said sleepily.

"You think so?" You say

"Mhmm" He says. "Now get some rest".

You chukle and close your eyes.

Kidblink:

You were sound asleep, in blinks arms.

"Y/n?" Blink says.

"Mmm" You say.

"Do you think theres other things out der dat ain't human?" He asks. "Like vampires or some wierd deformed baby creature".

"What are you talking about" You chukle.

"I mean think bout it" He says. "Theys probably sucking blood outta people's necks right now-

"Blink are you trying to give me nightmares?" You say.

"If it means having you in my arms den yeah" He says.

You laugh and he pulls you closer.

Racetrack:

"Den when he was getting ready to set down his cards, the ada guy was like "EY HES CHEATING" Den da ada guy punched his lights out and that's when some of da ada guys jumped in and it was like seeing-

"Race!" You say.

"What sweetheart?" He says.

"I'm trying to do something called sleeping" You say.

"But theres more to da story" He says.

"In the morning, I promise" You say.

"Alright" He says.

A couple minutes pass by. You look around.

"Was the guy really hurt?" You say.

"Sweetheart, I'm tryna do something called sleepin" He mimicked your voice.