#Crutchie x reader

[lovingmusicalmen]

… I will now also be accepting requests for the Ride the Cyclone characters if anyone would like to send in requests for them - I’m gonna reblog a new prompt list shortly so send in your musical requests!!

(Will still get the previous requests out, life’s just a lil crazy atm)

[lovingmusicalmen]

Also gonna be accepting requests from this prompt list with all usual characters!! Expect a bundle of blurbs tomorrow - I’m on a reading week at uni atm so should have more time to get around to writing!!

(Also lmk if there are any other characters that you’d want me to write for!)

The 'married' couple that is just friends

"You're coming over? bring me coffee I ran out,"

"ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave,"

"I'm going to have to beat people off with a stick aren't I?"

"Man, thanks, I haven't been able to get to the dishes, you're a life saver,"

"do you have my sad hoody? I need my sad hoody,"

"Can you come over? I need your cooking,"

"We have plans! why do we have plans?"

"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"

"we're going to your parent's for Mom's birthday tomorrow?"

"I left you lunch,"

"who's apartment are we in?"

"I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

"I don't care if it's 2am, I'm lonely, come watch a movie,"

"you remembered my snacks right?"

"Did you just get slapped? oh man, I need to high-five them, where are they?"

"Nooo let me sleep,"

"do you remember where I put my purse?"

"Buy me food, I'm broke,"

"Of course, you're my ATM, who else is going to give me money and not expect it back?"

"I forgot my wallet, hey! I need your bank card,"

"This is why I love you,"

" I can't believe you're making me do yoga,"

"What are we married?"

"yeah sure take it,"

"we're out of brain cells,"

"no milk? aw man she hates black coffee,"

"Is it safe yet? I brought Icecream?"

"I got us tickets to the concert, you owe me,"

"if you're going to cry I'm going to punch someone,"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here,"

"we won!? man, I'm good at this,"

"he did it,"

"excuse me? I was innocent, you corrupted me,"

"you fixed my sink! thanks!"

"I gave a dude your number, he wouldn't stop bothering me, give em' hell,"

"What's for dinner?"

"you have plans that don't involve me? since when?"

"Happy Birthday hoe,"

"isn't this illegal?"

"who's body are we hiding?"

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Here’s some cheesy Newsies Valentine content! ❤️💕💙💜💗💛💖💞💚❣️💓🧡🤍🖤

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Guilt

Crutchy Morris x fem! Reader, platonic!Jack Kelly x reader

Summary: When Crutchy gets sent to the Refuge, Jack Kelly and Y/n waste no time in trying to get the boy back.

"I should've stayed back and helped him." Y/n frowned as she, Jack, and David began their mission towards the Refuge, where Y/n and Jack knew for sure Crutchy was being held.

Jack wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he held rope in his other hand, "it's not your fault. If you stayed back, you both woulda been caught, and what good does that do ya?"

She shrugged but didn't have the energy to argue with him during that current moment, dead set on getting her boyfriend back.

As they hurriedly crossed the street to where the Refuge sat, David decided to voice his doubt.

"How can you two be sure they sent Crutchy here?" He questioned.

"How can I be sure the Delanceys stink - 'Cause that's how things work. An orphan gets arrested, Snyder gets him sent here to be 'rehabilitated.'" Jack began to explain as he turned the rope into a lasso and swung it onto a chimney pot on the roof, "the more kids in the Refuge, the more money the city sends to take care of 'em, and the more Snyder can steal." He starts climbing the rope, "he's here alright."

Y/n nods at David before following Jack, her expression glum but determined.

David looks around the place nervously, climbing after her shortly after.

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As Jack taps on the window of Crutchy's bunkroom, one of the inmates, Tenpin (who was 9 years old a the most), looks up and grins.

"Cowboy! Ya miss the joint?" He greets.

"Whattayasay, Tenpin. You got a new guy, Crutchy-" Jack begins.

"The gimp? I'll get him for ya." Tenpin nods before wondering off.

Y/n watches from above, sitting next to David, who seemed to get more nervous with every passing minute.

Part of her wished that she was the one hanging from the rope instead of Jack so she could apologize to him face to face. Sure, she could do that when they got him out, but she's the impatient type.

She was also in the middle of calming David down, as he had begun to freak out how loud they were talking. Jack wasn't exactly helping as he began to have a casual conversation as Tenpin walked away.

"That's Tenpin- S'posed to get out last Christmas, but Snyder keeps tackin' more time on his sentence -"

David was frantic, "be quiet- they'll hear you!" He shushed.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the boy, "Would ya calm down, Dave! They won't hear a thing. Trust Jack a little more, will you?" She groaned.

Crutchy then appears, grinning at the sight of Jack hanging outside the window. "Hey, whattaya hangin' around here for? That Dave up there? Hiya Dave!" He waves, glancing up at David.

Y/n's head appears over the ledge once more at the voice of her boyfriend, one of her hands now covering David's mouth to keep him from whining, "hiya, loverboy!" She smiles, waving with her other hand.

He waved back, his grin widening at the sight of his girlfriend.

"Go get your hat, Crutch- kiss Snyder goodbye." Jack tells him, causing Crutchy to look away from his girlfriend and back to his best friend.

His grin drops a little, "Yeah...hey, you shoulda seen me in court today - old judge Movealong Monahan hisself! Took him two minutes to move me along to Snyder for 'my own good'" He tried to deflect.

Jack could see Y/n's impatience growing from his peripheral as he sighed, "Later, Crutchie - get your stuff." He tells, his hands wrapped around the bars.

Crutchy grabs Jack's wrist as his voice lowers, not wanting Y/n to hear. "Listen, Jack... Truth is, I ain't walking so good. Oscar and Morris kinda worked me over a little..."

Jack's eyes narrowed, "they hurt you? Don't worry, we'll carry you -"

Crutchy cut him off, "I don't want nobody carryin' me!" He whispered harshly, "especially not in front of my lady."

His eyes flash with pride, a soft smile planting his lips. "It ain't so bad. Get three squares, sorta, and there's some swell fellas..." He looks back up towards Y/n and David, Y/n's hand still over David's mouth as she began to lecture him about how annoying his paranoia was. Crutchy's smile didn't fade as he watched his girlfriend, a small chuckle coming from his throat.

Jack decided to use Crutchy's love for her against him, "what about Y/n, huh? You don't wanna leave the lady by herself now, do ya? She'll be devastated when she finds out you ain't comin' with us."

Crutchy chuckles again, looking at Jack, "she won't be on her lonesome! She's got you to protect her."

Jack frowns, "Crutchie, she blames herself for your capture. If you stay..."

Crutchy shakes his head, his smile fading as he becomes serious, "Jack, you gotta promise me you'll protect her, aight? An' I know she's gunna keep blaming herself for this, so just...keep remindin' her it ain't, okay?"

Jack looks up at Y/n and sighs, "Alright, okay, but Crutch-"

Crutchy doesn't give Jack the chance to finish his sentence as he looks back up at the two roof dwellers, "They still talk about how Jack rode outta here on that coach!"

David let's out a resigned sigh as he pries Y/n's hand off of his mouth, "Teddy Roosevelt's, right?" He responds.

"You already heard the story." Crutchy chuffed, smiling.

"You mean it's true?" David asks.

Y/n punches David in the shoulder lightly, "Of course it's true!"

Crutchy hears something, telling Jack to cheese it just as Snyder appears.

He strides towards the window, the room now in utter silence other than the sound of his footsteps as he passes the many bunks. He stops at the window, scanning the outside.

Crutchy quickly comes to the rescue (just so Jack wouldn't have to hang under the window longer than he had to), tapping Snyder's shoulder, "Uh, Mr. Warden, sir, ya know, I was thinkin', I'd just like ya to know, that when you were takin' a nap this afternoon-"

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As Y/n, Jack, and David made their way away from the Refuge without Crutchy, Y/n couldn't help the guilt that began to eat at her insides again.

Because of this, she stopped in her tracks, "I wanna go back for him." She stated firmly, crossing her arms.

The two boys also stopped, turning to look at her. David's eyes were wide, "Are you crazy?!" He whispered, "You can't go back there!"

Jack frowned, "Y/n we can't-"

Y/n cut Jack off, "it's my fault he's even there in the first place! I wanna try - alone this time."

David's expression displayed the very definition of horrified. Jack had been three seconds away from being caught, and SHE WANTED TO GO BACK??????

Jack shook his head, "No. It's too dangerous for you."

Y/n scoffed, "dangerous? Since when have you ever been against me doing dangerous things?! This is CRUTCHY we're talking about!"

"I said, NO!" Jack told her, his voice raised and aggressive.

Y/n began to tear up. Never once had Jack raised his voice at her like that, but she refused to back down, "why not?!'

Jack threw his head back in frustration, "Because he doesn't WANT to be saved!!" He exclaimed.

Y/n froze in her spot, "w-what?" Her eyebrows laced together in confusion and hurt.

Jack's frustration melted, and he began to feel angry at himself for raising his voice at her. Sure, it was an accident, but as tough as she was, seeing her hurt was like seeing an injured puppy. "They... they worked him too hard and made his bum leg even worse. I'm sorry, Y/n, I tried to convince him..."

The girl's posture deflated as she took a step back, "this wouldn't have happened if I'd just..." she trailed off.

Jack stepped towards her, his hands grabbing her wrists gently, Y/n's eyes turned to the ground as she began to cry. "Hey-stop sayin' it's your fault, 'Cause it ain't, aight?" He let go of her right wrist and used that hand to lift her chin to look at him, beginning to wipe her tears away with his thumb, "It was Crutch's choice go stay anyway. You know how stubborn he gets, especially when it comes to his leg."

Y/n looked at him, her eyes still glistening with tears as she nodded. "Yeah....I-I guess..."

David was nervously tapping the ground with his foot, "Can we go now?" He questions, his eyes darting around the streets heavy with paranoia.

Jack glances at Y/n, who nods, and he throws an arm around her shoulders. "Yeah... let's go."

As they began to walk, he couldn't help glancing at the girl beside him. Protecting her was a promise he knew he couldn't break.

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No matter how many times Jack told Y/n it wasn't her fault, that heavy feeling in her heart would prove as a counterpoint, weighing heavier and heavier the further they got from the Refuge.

She knew that the only way that for that feeling to go away was to hold her Loverboy again. And boy, she couldn't wait for that day to come. If it ever did.

And guilt... guilt is a hard thing to rid yourself of. -------------------------------------------------------

Bro I keep seeing two spellings of Crutchy's name it was literally so hard to choose which one to actually use.

Anyway stan Crutchy <3

[youaintnothinbuta]

begging for anything jack kelly 🙏🙏

“Oh, come on, Jack, help the girl out." — Jack Kelly x reader

Summary: Drabble where it is a freezing winters night and everyone was piled into the one room to sleep. You and Jack may as well have been in a relationship with the way you two acted, but he still would often get embarrassed or shy around the others newsies, and sometimes he just needed a bit of a nudge from them.

Pairing: Jack Kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 500

Warnings: fluff, she/her reader, probably typos <3

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It was winter, and on particularly cold nights like this, everyone liked to pile into the same room to sleep, trying to use everyone’s body heat to warm up the room a bit. It wasn’t allowed, of course, especially not for the girls and boys to sleep in the same room, but when it was this cold, everyone usually collectively decided they’d rather face the consequences and not freeze.

You and Jack laid side by side, in his small bed. Despite the exhaustion that hung heavy over your body, you couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. You tossed and turned, your movements growing more restless by the minute. Your pillow felt too lumpy, the mattress too hard, and being cramped next to him only seemed to exacerbate your discomfort. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flickering open as you shifted once again. From across the room, Race's eyes blinked open, and he glanced at you with a sympathetic smile. He nudged Spot, who was lying next to him, and nodded toward you. Spot raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“Hey, Jack,” Race called out in a whisper, his voice carrying through the quiet space.

“You seeing this? Your girl ain’t getting a wink of sleep, it’s disturbing the rest of us.” Jack stirred, blinking groggily as he turned his attention to you. Even though you were literally lying in bed with him, you and Jack had always denied all dating accusations, despite how hard the other boys would try.

His heart softened at the sight of your restlessness, and he propped himself up on one elbow. Your gaze met Jack's, and you offered a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Jack.” The newsies exchanged knowing nudges.

“Oh, come on, Jack, help the girl out." One of the boys quietly yelled.

Jack's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink, but he couldn't help but smile. He shuffled closer to you, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you gently against his chest. You sighed in relief, the tension in your body easing as you nestled against Jack's warmth. "Thank you."

The newsies exchanged satisfied grins, their hushed laughter filling the air. Crutchie leaned over to Finch, whispering with a chuckle, "He was never asleep."

As Jack and you settled into a more comfortable position, the room grew quiet once again. Your breathing steadied, your eyes drifting closed as the steady rhythm of Jack's heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep. Jack pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his voice a soft murmur. "Night, y/n." The newsies exchanged satisfied glances, their mission accomplished. Race winked at Spot, whispering, “See? He just needs a little push.”

You and Jack slept soundly, wrapped in each other's arms. The boys were bound to give him shit the next day for it, but it was always worth it.

[amoreva]

FLICKERING LIGHTS

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pairing: racetrack higgins x reader

summary: racetrack finds y/n on jack’s rooftop, silent, peaceful, looking at those big beautiful flicking lights in the night sky.

warnings: n/a

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The faint chatter of the Manhattan Newsies faded away as Y/N climbs up the fire escape. Escaping life, noise, smiles, chatter, work, hunger, exhaustion—escaping it all for just a moment.

A cool breeze hits their face once they step foot on the metal stairs, climbing and climbing until they reach “Jack’s Penthouse”.

There is a couple of blankets, pillows and clothes sprawled out over the roof. Jack and Crutchie’s things. The two newsboys usually retire here during the summer and autumn seasons.

Stepping over the belongings, carefully, Y/N reaches the railing of “Jack’s Penthouse”. All is quiet, all is peaceful. It is as if the city that never sleeps was actually asleep, save for the murmurs of a passerby. They lean against the railing, looking up at the millions and millions of glimmering stars in the evening sky. Beautiful flickering lights. Celestial balls of gas.

Their thoughts cease on when their next meal is or if they’ll sell all their papers tomorrow or when they’ll age out of being a newsie.

No.

Y/N focused on the stars and it brings them peace. A newfound solidarity blooming within. “The stars are so beautiful.” Y/N thought. A soft smile playing on their lips.

The constellations are mapped out amongst the millions of stars. Y/N wished they could remember what constellation is what, but they can see the pictures they make.

Y/N makes out one to be a ladle for soup or a pan with an odd handle. There is a small one just besides it. There also seemed to be one that looked likes a stick figure of a dog. Y/N liked to think that was an actually constellation.

Time passes by, Y/N underestimated how long they’ve been up there when Racetrack comes looking for them. His head popped up from the fire escape. His hat and cigar missing from his usual newsies getup. “Hey, Y/N!” Race called out.

Upon realizing the quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the night, Race lowered his voice. “Hey.” Race almost whispered as he made his way to the newsie. He leaned against the railing just like Y/N, looking at them with a softened gaze.

“Hey, ‘was wondering where you went.” Race spoke and followed their gaze. The stars capturing his eyes. “S’pretty.”

“Mhm.” Y/N hummed.

It’s silent again, the occasionally cricket chirping (wherever it was on the roof). Now, Y/N had a star-gazing partner, for now. Y/N deducted that Race would get bored and go back inside the Lodging House.

But, Race stayed. He appreciated the peaceful beauty of the evening sky as much as they did.

Which compelled Y/N to say, “D’you know constellations?”

“Constell—what?”

“Constellations.”

Race thought for a moment, his attention on the newsie beside him. “I’ve heard of the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper…” Race uttered softly. He didn’t want to disrupt the atmosphere and mood.

Y/N looked at him curiously. Race smiled and took their hand, fumbling with their fingers, so the pointer finger stuck out. He guided their hand to point at the Big Dipper. “There.”

It took a moment for Y/N’s eyes to figure out what they were looking at—oh…

The big ladle for soup.

Race guided their hand a little bit down. “The small ladle for soup.” Y/N mumbled the thought.

“Yeah, those two are the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper.” Race grinned at the newfound information Y/N learned. He let go of their hand.

In return, Y/N mimicked Race’s actions with his own hand. “Right…there. Do you see the stick figure dog?” Y/N asked. They could see it loud and clear.

“No…” Race squinted his eyes as if he would be able to see the image better. He did. Somehow. “Oh! Yeah…I see the guy.”

“Named him Oliver.” Y/N grinned and let go of Race’s hand.

The two newsies take turns spotting our different images they can see amongst the stars. Sometimes the other lied about seeing a certain thing just to make the other happy. Laughs and comments traded amongst them.

By the end of the evening when Jack and Crutchie made their way up to the “penthouse”, they found Race and Y/N on the floor. Race’s arm was being used as a pillow for Y/N. Their eyes slowly shutting but re-opening quickly to find new constellations of their own.

“Alright, you two.” Jack clapped his hands to wake them from their droopy states. “Get back to the bunks, you’ll be stiff if you sleep up here.”

Crutchie shook his head with a playful grin. Race grumbled something incoherent as Y/N and him move their bodies down the fire escape.

When they reached the window to lead them back into the Lodging House, Y/N stopped Race. They found the courage to press a kiss to his cheek. “Star-watch with me tomorrow.” Y/N mumbled and headed inside.

Race stood on the fire escape and touched his cheek. Specifically, the spot where Y/N’s lips touched. His cheek and ears turned a rosy pink. “Yeah.” He whispered almost inaudibly.

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[cyber-coke]

newsies imagines

imagine; spot conlon having no idea who the FUCK you are because its the 1800's and you're nothing but a random person to him so he walks by you with nothing in mind

imagine; jack kelly is about to flirt with you so you can buy his papes, he taps your shoulder with a grin so wide, but as you turn around, his smile falters and he chokes

"Oh-erm sorry there...ise didn't mean tha' bother ya..." he said and then he awkwardly backed away from you. eventually running off at full speed.

imagine; best boy crutchie prepares his smile that 'spreads like buttah' only for you to end up seeing it and he immediately frowns.

imagine; race is offering you a cigar, you shake your head no, he shrugs and then lifts himself off the wall and leaves. he does not want to hang out with you.

imagine; albert seeing you on the ground, you're not hurt you're just lazy, he steps over you and keeps walking. he doesn't want to waste his strength on you.

im tired of bein a literal victoria secret model in newsies imagines or x readers, its time we look so fucking ugly

[lovingmusicalmen]

Can you write Crutchie saying "Your eyes are beautiful" ?

I adore Crutchie with my whole ass heart and soul I would do anything for him

Fluff 13: "Your eyes are beautiful"

Blurb requests still open!

"Crutchie! You're back!"

Y/N saw the teen's face brighten as he turned to see her running towards him down the street. Her own face was cracked in two with a wide grin, thrilled at the return of her favourite newsboy.

She skidded to a halt in front of him, having only just paused long enough to actually take in his appearance.

A bruise had blossomed across his face, and he seemed to be leaning even more heavily on his crutch than usual. There were new holes in his clothes and when he reached into his bag to pull out the paper he always saved for her, the sleeve of his shirt rode up enough for her to see the bruises that ran up his skin.

"I missed you so much," she burst out, blinking hard to dissuade any tears from falling.

"I missed you too," Crutchie assured her with a smile. "My favourite customer," he added with a tease.

Y/N couldn't help herself, ignoring the newspaper Crutchie was holding out to her to place a gentle hand on his cheek, angling his face so that she could examine the bruise.

"I was so worried when they said you got taken," she confessed, biting her lip in worry over the injury. "It must've hurt so much," she added, voice barely above a whisper.

"Looks worse than it feels," Crutchie said, his own voice lower than usual, evidently aiming to soothe her worries. He raised the hand still holding the newspaper to rest it on her wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze, bringing Y/N's attention to the present to meet his eyes again. "I'm alright - I promise."

Y/N ducked her head, stepping away in embarrassment.

"Of course - sorry. But... I'm glad," she said, aiming for a jovial tone. "I mean, if you weren't who else would I buy my paper from? Finch?" She teased. Crutchie laughed, though there was something a little hollow and longing in the sound, missing its usual life and cheer.

"Well I couldn't do that to you, could I?" Crutchie answered rhetorically. He held out the paper to her again and Y/N took it from him, dropping money for the previous three days of newspapers into his hand in return. "This is - what are you doing? This is far too much," Crutchie scoffed, shaking his head and beginning to count through the change to return it back to her.

"I set aside some of my wages - enough to buy a paper every day from you," Y/N admitted, tone soft, and she saw how Crutchie's ears turned pink. He had clearly picked up on the affection in her voice and he offered her a shy smile. "It would've been yours anyway if you were here - consider it a... welcome home present."

"I can't accept this," Crutchie said, his tone of voice matching hers. Y/N took a step back from him, her smile becoming more teasing.

"If I start running, you'll have no choice," she joked. "Just take the money, Crutch - you must've missed out on the money from those days selling as it is."

The newsie pocketed the change, though he still looked reluctant to do so.

"Thank you," he sighed.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Y/N promised, turning away from him.

She had only taken a couple of steps back down the road towards her workplace when she heard Crutchie call out her name. Y/N turned around, raising an eyebrow as he moved towards her, cheeks a bright shade of pink.

"Your eyes are beautiful," he blurted out.

"What?"

"I mean-" Crutchie shook his head. "I meant to - to ask you out before I said that.

Y/N laughed a little, and thought for just a moment before darting forwards to press their lips together in a brief kiss.

"Well if that's how we're asking people out now - your eyes are beautiful, too."

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sitting down now to write a couple of blurbs so plz send in any requests you may have for this prompt list!

The 'married' couple that is just friends

"You're coming over? bring me coffee I ran out,"

"ah, my friend looks like he's about to kill you, you best leave,"

"I'm going to have to beat people off with a stick aren't I?"

"Man, thanks, I haven't been able to get to the dishes, you're a life saver,"

"do you have my sad hoody? I need my sad hoody,"

"Can you come over? I need your cooking,"

"We have plans! why do we have plans?"

"you're like my child, call me daddy.... nevermind, that sounds wrong,"

"we're going to your parent's for Mom's birthday tomorrow?"

"I left you lunch,"

"who's apartment are we in?"

"I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

"I don't care if it's 2am, I'm lonely, come watch a movie,"

"you remembered my snacks right?"

"Did you just get slapped? oh man, I need to high-five them, where are they?"

"Nooo let me sleep,"

"do you remember where I put my purse?"

"Buy me food, I'm broke,"

"Of course, you're my ATM, who else is going to give me money and not expect it back?"

"I forgot my wallet, hey! I need your bank card,"

"This is why I love you,"

" I can't believe you're making me do yoga,"

"What are we married?"

"yeah sure take it,"

"we're out of brain cells,"

"no milk? aw man she hates black coffee,"

"Is it safe yet? I brought Icecream?"

"I got us tickets to the concert, you owe me,"

"if you're going to cry I'm going to punch someone,"

"Hey, hey, It's okay, I'm here,"

"we won!? man, I'm good at this,"

"he did it,"

"excuse me? I was innocent, you corrupted me,"

"you fixed my sink! thanks!"

"I gave a dude your number, he wouldn't stop bothering me, give em' hell,"

"What's for dinner?"

"you have plans that don't involve me? since when?"

"Happy Birthday hoe,"

"isn't this illegal?"

"who's body are we hiding?"

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Teach Me To Love Hate You (Race x Fem Jet OC, enemies to lovers)

Here I am to request again! (*insert evil laugh*) So Race is doing so bad in school that he has to get a tutor. The problem is he gets stuck with this posh Jet girl and they absolutely hate each other. Tutoring is a mess. But one night when Race goes out to play cards against the Jets he’s playing against her, but she’s all dressed up! Turns out she’s a card shark, and wins by flirting with her opponent to get in their head. Her strategy works, and by the end of the night they're practically dating.

Davey’s POV

“Another F, Mr. Higgins.”

Our math teacher, Mr. Johnson, hands the man sitting in front of me his test. No surprise that Race failed considering he spends all his time goofing off. I’ll admit since I’ve met Jack and his gang I myself have relaxed a bit but not too much to have my perfect grades drop.

“Very impressive, Mr. Jacobs.”

I’m handed my own test, which I passed with flying colors. The bell rings and signals for us to head home.

“Go ahead, Davey,” Race groans. “Rub your perfect score in my face. I hate school!”

I gather my things and sling my bag over my shoulder. “I know book smarts aren’t your thing. Um, have you maybe considered being tutored?”

Race huffs and pulls out his cigar to stick in his mouth. “No way! I’ll keep my own perfect score of failing before I team up with one-a those bookworms-”

“Well that’s too bad, Mr. Higgins.” Mr Johnson approaches us. “Your failing grades have led the school to force me to assign you a tutor. You are to stay after school every weekday until 5. You will continue this until your grades improve.” The teacher gestures to the door. “Your tutor is waiting for you in room 215.”

I can’t believe it. Neither can Race.

“Are you serious? God, outta all things…”

The flustered student gets up and struts out of the room, causing me to rush after him.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad? It’s only-”

“Dave, of course it’s gonna be bad! I’ll barely miss the card tournaments at 6!” We reach the end of the hall where room 215 is. “I’m gonna be locked up with some ugly stiff trying to teach the unteachable-!”

“You must be Anthony Higgins,” a woman’s voice speaks as the classroom door opens.

Race rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!”

Amanda’s POV

This is what I get? This is what I get for keeping good grades? Being forced to tutor someone? Mrs. Smith informed me this morning that I’ve been assigned to tutor someone all because I’m one of the top students. I don’t even go to Manhattan High! I’m only here for the math class! Sadly West Side High doesn’t have any higher up math classes, so I have to commute to ‘Hattan. 

I take a deep breath as I wait in the empty classroom. Just get through it one day at a time. The sooner you help him improve the sooner this headache will be over. The sound of approaching chatter alerts me to the door. Putting on a perky face, I walk over and open it. Outside I recognize Davey from math club, and the other must be the student I’m supposed to meet.

“You must be Anthony Higgins.” 

The man in question rolls his eyes and turns to me. “Yeah, that’s- Holy Jesus!” His jaw drops and I swear he’s having a stroke.

Davey waves a hand in front of him. “Um, Race? You ok?”

The blonde boy nods slowly, still gaping at me. I feel my patience slipping. Ugh. I am not staying after school to be ogled!

I grip the man’s shirt and drag him inside. “Thanks for dropping him off, David. I’ve got my work cut out. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, Amanda!” The kind Jacobs man waves and shuts the door.

Race is still quiet. I steer him to a chair and push him down to sit. “Listen up, Higgins. We both don’t wanna be here. So let me make this perfectly clear: pay attention and smarten up!”

Higgins shakes himself awake and gets a lopsided grin. “Well hello, doll. Y’know friends call me Race-”

“I’m not your friend. I’m your tutor.”

My firm tone turns Race’s grin to a scowl. “Don’t remind me. I don’t think I’ve met you. I’dve remembered your lovely attitude.”

I stiffly take out some worksheets and slap them on the desk. “You’ve got some nerve, Higgins. I’m from West Side High.”

He snickers. “Ah, one-a Lorton’s gals. That’s where the attitude comes from!”

I roll my eyes. “Riff’s just a good friend. That also means that you shouldn’t try anything, understand? Just do these worksheets and we can be done for today. My whole life doesn’t revolve around school, and unlike you I actually have plans that don’t involve goofing off.”

“Well,” Race says cockily. “Since neither of us wanna suffer through this, whaddya say you lets me go early?”

That little-! That’s it. No more playing nice. I stiffly walk over to the door and lock it. It’s against school policy but I don’t care at this point. This cheeky moron is not gonna pin me for some softie!

“Hey! Why’d you-?”

I steer Race back into his seat with a firm hold. “Worksheets. Now! Before I really give you something to stress over!”

He’s shaken but still tries to keep confident. “Like what? The heartthrob you’s give’n me?”

“Like a black eye, dumbass! Now get to work!”

Race’s POV

God must have a sense-a humor ‘cause that tutor session felt like it took fifty years! It don’t help that my tutor is a stuck-up goody-goody. Jeez, for a moment I thought she was cute. I didn’t even get her name.

“Ey, Racer. Ya with us?” Jack asks.

“Um- Yeah. Just think’n,” I mudda as we enter the Jets’ hideout. 

“You? Thinking?” Albert laughs. “Never thought I’d see the day! What’s got you so worked up?”

“He has to be tutored now,” Davey explains from behind.

I roll my eyes. “Gee, thanks Davey! Why not announce my failure to the whole woild, why dontcha?”

“Don’t feel too bad, Race,” Crutchy tries to comfort me. “It took me a while to understand math too.”

“What I don’t get is how are ya so bad at math when ya count cards like a madman?” Spot grunts. “You’s bedda not get us kicked out.”

This week’s card tournament is be’n held in the West Side. I ain’t too noivous ‘cause Riff’s always too busy boast’n ‘bout his new construction job to play the game. That and Baby John’s poker face ain’t worth dirt. I can see through him like glass. So far the turn up looks pretty bland. Maybe folks is get’n tired-a losing? Where’s the competition?

“Evening gents,” Riff greets us as we gather ‘round the table. “We’s just wait’n on a few more players, then we’ll start.”

“Is Bernardo coming?” Davey asks.

The Jet leader smirks. “Wouldn't you wanna know, Mouth? Expecting Liliana to show?”

David blushes and looks away. Sure, he gets a pretty goil tonight. Of all people I expected Davey Jacobs to be the last guy to find a date.

“What about Mouthpiece?” I ask. “Can’t a guy see his own brodda?”

Riff shakes his head. “Bernardo called to say he can’t make it either. Only Baby John and Amanda are left to show.”

“Besides, one Higgins is enough to handle,” Jack groans. “We don’t need the matching pair.”

I’d hoid of Baby John before but the odda name ain’t familiar. With my luck it’ll be some ditzy dame who don’t know a spade from a shovel-

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

Amanda’s POV

“Are you kidding me?” I gape as I peer through the window. 

“What’s wrong?” Baby John asks from behind.

“Race is here, that’s what! That ding-dong plays cards here?”

“Actually he ain’t no ding-dong,” Baby John points out. “Race is one-a the best players in New York.”

I snort. “If he’s so smart, why do I gotta be forced to teach him basic algebra?” Perhaps that’s a question no one can answer. “Don’t matter. He’ll bend either way.”

“Gonna lay on the shark charm?” John questions with an arched brow.

“Ya bet.” I don’t always play by the rules. My secret is that after school I play tournaments as a card shark by flirting with players. Some frown at it but I’m proud of my acting skills. Plus any little money I can make goes towards helping my parents.

Baby John goes ahead and sits next to Riff at the table while I stand behind Race. 

“Well well, hello again, mister Higgins.”

The man’s head jerks up and he spins around to look at me with surprised eyes. It’s as if he can’t decide that I’m real. He looks between me and Riff with a stunned expression.

“Amanda, I see you know Race,” the Jet assumes.

My lips press into a firm line. “Yeah. Through tutoring. Now since we’s not at school can we actually have fun and play some cards?”

The oddas just shrug and begin to assemble the deck, while Race looks at me like he just won the lottery.

“Amanda, is it? Golly, I’ve never pinned you for a card gal!”

“There’s many things you’d be surprised by,” I say in a sultry voice. My suave charm automatically draws Race in and I see him starting to lose his senses. 

“Th- That’s some getup you’ve got on, sweetheart,” he mumbles.

His compliment is refreshing. Usually guys just eat my appearance right up with no thought-a be’n nice. Tonight’s outfit is a polka dot cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline paired with simple red heels. I may be a card shark but I still got my dignity.

“Thank you,” I say whole-heartedly, but then regain my attitude. “I was starting to think ya couldn’t use that mouth for anything odda than back-sassing. Ready to lose?”

Race stares for a second then turns back to start gathering his delt hand. I decide to sit next to him for a better shot of distracting him. If I can get the oh-so-great Racetrack Higgins to falter at cards then I’ll have really set a record. Tonight’s game is Hearts and fortunately my hand is halfway decent. Lotta high cards plus the queen-a spades. Just enough to turn the tables and give everyone 26 points.

“You’ve been taking a lotta hearts,” Race says after a while, then says in a lower tone: “Wanna bet that you’d steal mine as well?”

Ha! He’s trying to play a card shark at her own game! This is too funny.

I pull on my best flirting smile and bat my eyelashes. “You tell me, handsome.”

That did it. Race’s face goes beet red and he goes back to staring at his cards. A few more hands go by and I continue to keep the lead. Luckily the oddas are too consumed by conversation to notice, all except Race. But for good measure to keep him distracted I slide my leg over to brush against his. This gets him shaking and all but hot and bothered. It’s working, but then why does a part-a me feel guilty? It ain’t a question that Race is a jerk sometimes but he’s still kinda handsome- No. I have a job to do. There's no holding back.

“Last hand. Who’s got the queen?” Davey asks as we all turn in our final card.

My smirk outshines all their oblivious faces. “I do!”

Jack chuckles. “You lose, Amanda.”

“Actually…” I fan out all the hearts I’ve collected. “I win!”

Everyone takes a double-take and groans. Another victory!

“Alright, you know the rules,” Riff grunts. “Pay up.”

The guys grudgingly take out their contribution and toss it onto the table. Maybe now I can afford to buy mom some good kitchen knives.

“Good job, Amanda.” Leave it to Crutchy to be the pro at sportsmanship. “You’re almost better than Race!”

“He’s right,” Spot agrees. “Hear that, Higgins? Ya got competition!”

The man in question has a stern look on his face. Instead-a answering he abruptly gets up and sulks down the hall to the bathroom. Sore loser. Can’t he take one defeat without holding a grudge? 

“We’s gonna head back,” Jack calls. “Send Race over once he’s done.”

The ‘Hattan fellas make their way out, leaving me with Spot ‘nd the Jets. Soon enough they too walk out and leave me alone to count up my winnings. After a few moments I hear footsteps and turn to see Race fuming with what looks like anger.

“You got spunk, sweetheart,” he remarks slyly. “Not many dames can get into my head the way you do.” All of a sudden he struts forward and leans me back to lay against the table. “Almost makes me wanna soak ya for that, but then that’d be wasting that pretty face-a yours.”

How is he so strong? Also why are his eyes suddenly quite catching-? Ugh! Get a grip, Amanda! Just take the money and go.

“You’re lucky Riff ain’t here right now,” I growl. “Oddawise you’d be talking through a mouth with no teeth for saying that.”

Race scoffs. “You batted your eyes at me, sweetheart. What’s your angle?”

“It’s part of the game! Jeez Higgins, you’re so used to card tournaments I thought you’d already know what a card shark is!”

“So instead of being one-a Bernardo’s sharks, you’re an actual shark?” Race dramatically clutches his chest. “That hurts. That hurts deep, sweetheart.”

I hiss in frustration. “Stop calling me that!”

“Why? ‘Cause every odda bum ya flirt with calls you that? Just how many guys have ya swindled to give you cash?”

In a fleeting moment of anger I slap Race across the face. “I ain’t your usual lady of the night, Higgins! For your information, every cent I earn through card games goes to my folks! Unlike you I use my skills to help people instead of boasting ‘bout it like a spoiled brat!”

Race blanks for a second but is still angry. “Boasting? I ain’t the one boasting, sweetheart. I’ll admit my skills is good but it’s Jack ‘nd the oddas that boast ‘bout it!”

“Then why do you suck at math?” I jab. 

“Maybe it’s the same reason why a clean-cut goil like you is a card shark,” Race replies. “I gots bedda things to do.”

“That don’t mean ya should throw your education in the trash!” I argue.

“I ain’t as smart as you, sweetheart. I know when to admit I’m no good.” 

Race suddenly gets a saddened look and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel bad. It ain’t his fault he’s not book smart but that don’t mean he’s useless.

“You still don’t get it, Higgins. Life’s more than just academics. But you still gotta put up with the tough stuff.” I loosen up a little and put a hand on his shoulder. “If you’re willing to cooperate, I could still tutor ya.”

Race laughs. “Ha! That’s a good one, sweetheart. Going soft on me?”

That son of a-! “Alright, fine! Go and fail math for all I care!” I lean forward and shove him against the wall. “To think I actually felt sorry for you, you snarky, hot, cocky-!”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Race’s face lights up. “Lay that on me again?”

“I was an idiot to think you’re a decent human being-! Ah!”

The blue-eyed man tilts over and plants a kiss on my lips. In my shocked state I don’t know whether to pound him or kiss him back. The gesture melts away my anger in pure ecstasy. God, what’s this guy doing to me?!

“You think I’m hot, sweetheart?” Race gets a cheeky smile. “Can’t say I ain’t flattered. You’s a scrumptious catch too.”

My face twitches as I try to form a rebuttal. “I- I… I-!”

“Well, whaddya know! I got the card shark speechless!” Race softly places his own hand on my shoulder. “I say we’d make a great pair, hm? Before we kill each odda, whaddya say to a milkshake at Doc’s?”

He’s got me hook, line, and sinker. As a card shark I’m not supposed to fall for anyone I play- where did I go wrong? Race is a pain! Yet still kinda cute… Ugh! Why does luv gotta be so complicated?!

“I- I ain’t good with luv, Race,” I mutter. “The only hearts I’ve been dealt with are cards. I ain’t a normal date.”

No matter how hard I wanna look away, Race’s eyes still capture me in a helpless trance. I’ve been disassembled from a cunning card shark into a pathetic mess. All I can do is stare as the man runs a hand softly across my cheek and looks down at me with kind eyes; a completely opposite demeanor than 10 minutes ago.

“I don’t want a normal date, Amanda. A normal date picks at my habits and says I gots a gambling problem.” Race bumps his nose on mine. “You wouldn’t say that, wouldya?”

My breath hitches. “No, you- you’re amazing at cards. Anybody who says oddawise is a joker.”

Now Race’s face is mere inches from mine. “Still up for a date?”

A sassy grin spreads on my lips. “Think ya can handle me, Higgins? I am still your tutor, after all.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just lemme kiss you, ya mouthy tutor.”

And I do. Over and over and over, Race kisses up and down. All talk-a math and school drips away and I give in to this new-found feeling. 

“Never thought I’d fall for a bookworm,” Race mumbles between kisses.

I lightly smack his shoulder. “Remember this ‘bookworm’ just schooled you in Hearts, Higgins. You lost, remember?”

Race chuckles. “Yeah. Lost my own heart to you too, sweetheart.”

Tonight really was a successful game after all.

[lunarfleur]

Heyy mick

Can u write a Mush x gn!reader, you have free reign over what u write, but I do want some fluff pls 🙏

Shaking sobbing I love that ur writing for newsies

ofc I can Slug :) this is the perfect way to start my writing for Newsies!

Love At First Sight ~ Mush Meyers

Tagging: @/sluggmuffin @sophie-i-guess13 @juneberrie @collieflower215 (idk if anyone really reads for Newsies so if you want to be tagged lmk!)

Warnings:slight language probably but that’s it

Summary: Mush met the potential love of his life running from the Delancey brothers. He just can’t help but tell the boys about it.

This is x gender neutral reader!

The Delancey brothers always loved roughing up the Newsies. It was their favorite pastime.

Mush had been taking a walk when he first spotted them, leaning against a wall as if they were waiting for him. They had shot him a grin and that was all it took to sent Mush running.

He took of sprinting-running around every corner he could fine in hopes of losing them. Even when his legs ached and his chest stung, you were all that stopped him from running.

Mush had ran into you-literally. You were just minding your own business and then you were on the ground, your items scattered around you.

He stopped running, turning back around to see you picking up your things and grumbling to yourself. Mush jogged back over, kneeling on the ground.

“sorry, sorry,” he heaved, “you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you managed a chuckle. At least he came back to help.

Mush took a second glance at you and you couldn’t help but stare back. Fluffy hair, a strong jaw, a round nose, a tan, flushed face, and eyes of chestnut that held more energy than the sun. He was cute, that’s for sure.

Mush felt small. Small. The way your gaze seemed to wrap around him. There was no denying how embarrassed he was. He had been around attractive people before, but never had he been looked at like this.

“Uhm-My name’s Mush,” was all he could think to say. You smiled, all signs of frustration melting away. Even his voice was cute.

“I’m [name].” You nodded at him. Mush smiled, kicking a rock past your feet.

“Sorry I…tackled you…that was weird.” His lips tightened into a fine line, his eyebrows furrowing. It brought a laugh out of you.

“It’s all good, but what were you running from?”

“The Delancey brothers,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” you grimaced, “are you one of the kids they like to pick on?”

Mush nodded, a shy laugh escaping his lips. You sighed.

“It looks like you got away,” you shrugged your shoulders and Mush grinned proudly.

“I’s too fast for those lugs.” Mush jabbed his thumb against his chest proudly.

“I’m sure,” you laughed.

Mush looked at the sky. It was a deep purple painting with light stars spotted here and there. A deep orange sat against the buildings.

“It’s gettin’ late. You gonna make it home alright?”

The question was surprising, if you were being honest. Before you could say anything, Mush began again.

“Wait-no, that was weird. I just meant-like, do ya need help?”

“No, I think I’ll be okay,” you chuckled. “But if I ever need help I know who to find.” You shot him a playful wink and he almost fell exploded.

“I’ll see ya around, Mush.”

——————————————————————————

When Mush made it back to the Lodging House, he was quite. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Mush, whats’a matter?” Race asked. “You’re awful quiet.”

“Nothin’,” Mush shrugged, “I’se got a lot on my mind.”

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Davey snorted.

“Well, what is it?” Crutchy cut in.

“Ain’t it obvious?” Specs hollered. “The boy’s in love!”

Mush went red, nodding shyly.

Questions sounded out loudly. “Who’s,” and “when’s” and “why’s” filled the room.

“Okay-shut up!” Jack screamed, sitting on the stool in front of Mush’s bunk. “Tell us.”

“I met ‘em earlier. I’se was running from the Delancey slugs and I ran ‘em over.”

“Why’d you do that?” Race teased.

“It ain’t like I meant to-but…they was just…different.”

“Different how?” David asked. Mush huffed.

“The way they was looking at me, it was different. I’s never been looked at like that before.”

A silence followed. Mush had always paid a lot of attention to the small things-body language, eyes…it all mattered to him. How someone felt about Mush, he always knew.

“Is that a good different?” Boots filled the quiet.

“I thinks so.”

“Well good for you, Mush.”

[ao3feed-newsies]

Newsies oneshots/headcannons

by, Blinkstaymidzy by Blinkstaymidzy Many random newsies oneshots/head cannons You can request any ship! I will not do any Les romantic parings and will not do x reader.(sorry) I will do fluff and smut. Words: 1173, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Romeo (Newsies), Smalls (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Elmer (Newsies), Henry (Newsies), JoJo (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Kid Blink, Buttons (Newsies), Sniper (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Morris Delancey, Oscar Delancey, Crutchie (Newsies), Myron (Newsies), Hot Shot (Newsies) Relationships: Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Finch/Tommy Boy (Newsies), Romeo/Specs (Newsies) read : https://ift.tt/QNvgz42 - December 03, 2023 at 06:59PM

[emf005]

Disguised Part 1

Jack x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fights, angst

Hop you guys like! Sorry it took so long to get this out I have had one heck of a week.. lolol.. Please comment and let me know what you think!

Ten Years Earlier:

There were flames everywhere. As a seven year old you had no clue what was happening. It was hot, but it was winter. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes burned and so did your lungs.

Your skin was alive with pain and stinging. You felt painfully numb. Was that even a feeling?

You coughed. And then coughed again, harder.

The room swam and you tripped over something, hitting the floor with full force. You stared at the door you had been searching for. There it was, finally. But out of reach. Why did it seem everything was always out of reach for you? Just too small to reach the top shelf, just too young to sit with the grown ups, just too female to do anything of importance…

Tears leaked from your eyes, and not just from physical pain.

The door opened and more smoke fled in. You heard footsteps running in and, with the last bit of energy you pushed yourself up. You saw the blurry edges of a familiar neighbor.

Charlie?

Then you passed out.

Xx

You woke up in a cot a few days later. Looking around the small room you realized that you were alone.

Where were you?

You heard voices and then footsteps. You shut your eyes tight again just as the door opened.

Someone sat down on your bed.

“I’s knows yous ain’t sleepin’.” Your eyes flew open and you looked up at Charles. A crutch leaned on the cot, but you didn’t pay mind. You jumped onto him, ignoring the pulling of your healing burns. You buried your head in his neck. He grabbed onto you and held you close, just as frightened as you, though he’d tell you he wasn’t. He was three years older than you and the brother you never had.

"What happened? Where am I? Where's mum and dad?" You asked. The questions pouring out of you. The last you saw them, they had been unconscious in the living room.

Instead of answering he just hugged you to his chest tighter…

Present day:

"Strike!" The Newsies, your unofficial brothers, screamed in response to Jack's very lengthy and moving monologue.

He leapt off the stage and started talking to Charles… Well, Crutchie now. He hadn't gone by that name since the fire happened and you two became newsies.

Nobody knew you were a girl and you preferred to keep it that way… although, A bit of extra attention from a certain Jack Kelly wouldn't be so bad. But beggars can't be choosers.

You watched as Katherin Plummer walked up to him and you felt your stomach drop. Rich, pretty, and successful. How could you beat that? Especially when he didn’t know you were a girl and he didn’t know your feelings.You sighed and walked to meet up with them, tasseling Race’s hair as you walked by him. He shoved you and you laughed.

“Hey!” You leaned on Crutchie’s shoulder as you joined the group. “Beautiful speech, Jacky-boy,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’s think you’s gotta future as a politician.”

“Oh hardy hardy har, Scabs.”

Scabs.

Your name.

It was pretty appropriate for a few reasons. When you and Crutchie first joined you had healing burn marks and cuts all over your body. All of them scabbing. You also always had some sort of cut on you. That you were picking at, hence all your scars. Being a newsie, especially one with a big secret, caused a lot of anxiety, you couldn’t help it.

You smirked at him and shook your head.

“So, wheres we go from here?”

“That's a question for Davey.”

“Well, where is-” before you could get your statement out, chaos broke out. You turned around to see the Delancies break into the theatre with cops on their heels. You swore, and Jack pulled Katherine to get her out of the way. She willingly applied.

Delicate little-

You didn’t get to finish your thought before you had started shoving the cops and Delancies, entering the brawl with full force.

You watched as all the boys started to get their asses kicked and then get out of the theatre. You and Jack somehow ended up side by side, fighting the delancies as the cops chased after the others. But then you saw him.

Snider the Spider stared Jack down, an evil grin on his face.

Not on your watch.

“Jack, get outta here!” You screamed. Jack looked at you.

“No!”

“Jack! Just do it!”

“But-”

“GO!” He was so startled that he dodged his last punch and ran up into the catwalk of Medda’s place. You fought off the Delancies and ran. Turning around only when you herald CRutchie scream for mercy.

You turn and see the delancies and Spider standing over him.

“Crutch!” You scream and run back over even faster than you had running away, barreling over sand bags and loose wires.

The Delancies and Snider watched you and left CRutchie alone coming after you instead. You watched as Crutchie crawled away.

Morris came at you with a swing. You easily dodged it and threw him into his brother who stumbled back into Snider. You laughed and turned, about to make your get away. Instead you ran straight into an officer who threw you back onto the floor. Morris and Oscar attacked, like hungry piranhas, though they at least were prettier and smelled better.

You felt pain erupt all over you until it was gone and you felt nothing, saw nothing, and for a few hours were nothing…

Xx

Jack stumbled back into the Manhattan Newsies’ terf. The boys were all hanging around, checking on each other after the brawl.

He couldn’t believe they got Crutchie.

“Damn Crip,” he mumbled, shaking his head, not knowing what to do next.

“Jack!” he looked up when Race called his name. He came running up to him. “Jack, where Scab?”

“Scab?” Jack’s eyes widened. No. They couldn’t have gotten you, too. You-you had run. He saw you.

He heard the familiar Thunk Thunk of a crutch. He looked up and saw Crutchie a bit battered, but alive and here.

“Crutchie!?” The crippled boy swallowed, tears in his eyes.

“They-they got ‘er, Jack.” he rasped out. “Jack-they they got ‘er.”

He collapsed, his crutch falling out from under him. Jack caught him and Race left, letting them talk alone.

“Who’s her, Crutchie? WHo’s got her? How did you escape?” Crutchie swallowed.

“Y/N, they got, Y/N.”

“Who has her,” Jack said, a bit confused not knowing Crutchie had himself a girl.

“Snider!” He exploded, hitting Jack’s chest. “They got ‘er, Jack! They got ‘er.” He sobbed, his voice breaking.

“Ok, ok. How did he get your girl, Crutchie. Just calm down and explain it.” Crutchie stared at him for a second not understanding why he was acting like he was until he realized he used your real name.

Crutchie settled himself and took a breath.

“Jack, Y/N is Scab.” Jack stared at his friend for a moment.

“What?’ Crutches sighed and lowered himself to the ground.

“I think you need to have a seat, Jack.

Xx

You had woken up in the refuge, staring at the ceiling, a thin stream of moonlight streamed through the small barred slit in the wall that was considered a “window”. You were almost as wanted as Jack was. Only the best accommodations for the Enemy number 2, right?

You sighed and shivered as the wind blew in and froze your toes, the scratchy, old, thin blanket doing nothing to protect you.

“Y/N!” You look up to see Crutchie at the slit in the wall. You eyes widen and you spring up, running to him.

“Crutch! What are you doin’ here. Are you dumb or something?”

“I needed to make sure you were ok, kid.” You sighed. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you put your head on the bars. “How are the boys? Everyone makes it out alright?”

“Yeah, but I have someone who wants ta see ya.”

He stepped out of the way and revealed Jack. You stared at him and knew immediately that he knew. That Crutchie had told him. You had never wanted to kill the boy who was like your brother more in your life.

“Hey, Scab, how ya doin’?”

“You told him,” you glared at Crutchie and he looked away, not being able to meet your eyes. “The hell, Crutch!” You shouted as loud as you dared. Snider was listening… always was… and you didn’t want to get the boys caught.

“Scab-er-Y/N, are you ok?” Jack asked, concern filling his expression. You looked at him, grateful for the street lights that hid your face, yet illuminated his.

“I’m fine, Jack. Did anyone else get caught?”

They shook their heads and you sighed.

“Good.” You heard footsteps coming down the hall. You looked over your shoulder and swallowed. They heard you. They had to of.”You guys should get going.”

“But-”

“Do yous wanna get caught?” he swallowed and shook his head.

“We’ll get you outta here.”

“No, Jacky-boy, I don’t think you will. Do the strike and do it good. Win.” He opened his mouth to object, but you looked at Crutchie. “Get ‘im and yourself outta here before yous get caught.” He looked down and tugged Jack’s sleeve, pulling him away from you. As they made their way down the fire escapes he caught a glimpse of you in the light and his eyes widened with horror as he took in your face. Bloodied, bruised, and puffy. They had got you good… and that was not going to fly...

[youaintnothinbuta]

October Nights with Jack Kelly

Summary: Jack joins you on your shared rooftop home after he sneaks in to visit Crutchie. He cares for you, wrapping you in a blanket to keep you warm in the chilly October air, before bidding you goodnight.

Pairing: Jack Kelly x Reader

Word count: 338

Warnings: none! Fluff. Maybe some typos idk

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Sat on the rooftop, you leaned against the cool railing, watching as the city succumbed to stillness. The clamor of the day was now mere echoes, and the dim glow of lamplights began to cast a gentle illumination upon the streets below. The faint sound of the metal ladder clanging reached your ears, meaning Jack was back from sneaking in to visit Crutchie.

“How is he?” You asked, standing up to greet Jack. He just sighed into your hug. That was your answer.

“What’s this?” You asked, tugging on a big blanket he had draped over his shoulder.

“It’s starting to get chilly, you know. Thought we need it.” He explained as he got comfortable on the ground, inviting you to sit with him. You nestled against his side, and he wrapped the blanket around the both of you, shielding you from the crisp midnight air. With a tender touch, he guided you to rest your head on his lap. Jack's fingers deftly untied the ribbon that secured your hair in its braid, and a gentle sigh escaped your lips in contentment. He did this every night— untie the ribbon that held your plait together, that is. His fingers would then unlace your hair, letting it down. You loved this. Such a small thing, but so intimate.

“Feels so good.” You murmured as his fingertips began to massage your scalp, sending shivers down your spine.

“How much did you pay for this blanket, Jack?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothin’,” he replied casually.

“Francis!” You protested, sitting up slightly, your playful scold masked with genuine concern as you lightly smacked his chest.

“Woah, no need bring out the birth name, crazy lady,” Jack teased, “I just want us to not freeze. It's getting colder, and I can't have ya catching a chill.”

“Jack—”

“Goodnight, darlin’.” Jack planted a kiss on the top of your head and pulled you closer, his way of saying it’s time to get some rest.

[amoreva]

omg I saw your post referencing newsies... and (1992sies or broadway idc, whatever u want) with (whoever you choose bc I only saw u talking about Jack and I'm not really sure [I don't care I'm just starved of newsies content]) and they're helping reader become a newsie, showing them spots to sell at, helping them use their voice and be louder etc etc

ignore if you don't wanna do this, no pressure! and thank you if you do!!

RUBS RIGHT OFF

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pairing: newsies x platonic!reader

summary: in which, you are introduced to the ropes and strings of being a newsie (it’s a little harder than you expect)

warnings: swearing, fluff, self-doubt

a/n: missed writing for newsies, sorry if it is a little short.

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“Now listen, with that cute mug of yours, you’ll be selling papes like a pro.” Jack Kelly, the infamous leader of the Manhattan Newsies, promised you. Your new (old) shoes slapping the New York concrete as you walked side by side by the leader, gripping your newspaper bag.

“Cute mug?” You questioned.

“It’s an expression!” Race ran by. A shit-eating grin on his face. A hand on his newsie cap, the other gripping a cap that wasn’t his.

Albert ran by you. His auburn hair unkept. He didn’t have time to brush it because he woke up late, “Racer! You get back here. When I catch your ass—”

A small laugh escaped you as Albert chased Race in front of the circulation gate. It was amusing how close everyone seemed to be, yet a small feeling told you you won’t every be able to achieve that closeness.

You washed up in the Manhattan Newsies Lodging House by chance. “Selective amnesia.” Race commented when you only told a few things about yourself. It was by choice.

Jack shook his head with a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “He’s not wrong.” He referred to Race’s words. “But it’ll be tough even with a cute mug.”

“Bad business?” You asked and looked up at Jack. Your gray newsie cap covering your full view of the so-called leader.

“Nah, today is great business. We get real good cash when everyone is out on lunch and stuff.” Jack reassured and pat your shoulder. “It’s the boredom you gotta’ get used too.”

“And them.” Davey gestured to two boys. They looked a little older than the newsies, but not too old.

The Delancey Brothers. Barely making enough money to get nicer clothes than the newsies. Even if they made money through not so morally good ways. It was evident with the shiny brass knuckles in Oscar’s pocket.

“They won’t bother you.” Jack reassured with a steady smile.

You watched as Jack gave the brothers a run for their money. A couple of this and that’s and the brothers were hot on Jack’s tail, until Mr. Wiesel said something. It was effective with taking the attention off of you, the fresh meat.

Morris only shoved the stack of papers into yours chest, grumbling nonsense.

Sweat trickled down your back, New York’s beamed sun cooked you alive. You felt like you were rolled your sleeves up for the umpteenth time. Jack had to be as warm, if not warmer, but the boy didn’t show it. The two of you had been out here for god knows how long. Your voice hoarse from shouting fake headlines.

Or “shouting” as Jack put it. He thought you could be louder. With your cute mug and the creative headlines you’ve been “shouting”—he thought you could sell fifty papers a day.

“C’mon.” He encouraged. “Miss Medda would say you gotta project. Shout it so the whole city could here the news of…hundreds swimming in an enclosure to live!”

A new aquarium opened up.

You were exhausted, fanning yourself with a folded up newspaper. The heat was unbearable. “Jackie boy!” Race slung and arm around your shoulders. Crutchie in tow. A grin on his face. “Journalist, 10 o’clock, around the corner.”

Race and Crutchie quickly steered you away as Jack when to see his girlfriend. Race may have lied, but it was all in good cause.

To save you from the brutality of work.

It wasn’t that Jack wasn’t a good mentor. Quite the opposite, but some of his selling spots were less than ideal—paired with his natural talent to sell papers quickly, he really could sell anywhere.

Race and Crutchie show you the best selling spots that some of the other boys have already snagged up. They didn’t mind sharing for a day though.

“No wonder why you have most of your papers left.” Race snorted and perched himself on a stone ledge. You looked at your worn out boots, feeling slightly embarrassed for not being able to sell fast.

“Be nice, it’s their first day.” Crutchie replied and leaned against the fence to put some weight off of his foot.

Race looked up at the sky. His hand covering the blinding sun. “Listen.” He trailed off and glanced at Crutchie, Finch and Jojo. “We already have most of our papers gone.”

He gathered the leftover papers and handed them to you. “You stand there with your cute mug and we’ll yell out headlines!”

You paled. “What?”

“I’m sure Jackie boy tired you out with all the notes he was given.” Race grinned and gestured you to hold out a newspaper up.

“The embarrassment will rub right off.” Finch reassured as his eyes followed a passerby. Crutchie, Race and Jojo follow his line of sight.

“Baby born with three heads!”

“Terrified flight form burning inferno!”

“Man discovers an unidentified object in his backyard!”

“Witch reported in Salem!”

By the time the New York’s skies were a burst of warm, radiant colors, you were walking back to the Lodging only ten papers. Race suggested you burn them in the fireplace later.

“So how was it today? Fun?” You chose to walk with Crutchie at a slower pace due to his leg.

“Yeah.” You shrugged, adjusted your newspaper bag.

“Listen, you’ll get used to it. Then you’ll be selling papes in no time.” Crutches reassured.

Light streamed out from inside. The newsies were already settling in for the night. Games of poker and wrestling matches were going on. Race ducked behind Jojo to avoid Jack’s wrath. They greeted the five of you and you sunk into a ratty sofa. Too soft from overuse, but it felt wonderful on your aching legs.

You observed the lively atmosphere, a small smile on your face. You could get used to living here, working everyday—coming back to shenanigans.

Fatigue and exhaustion have you in their clutches and you’re soon dozing off on the sofa. If there was shushing and harsh whispers to be quiet because of that—you didn’t hear a thing.

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