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pretty girls can walk and talk (about their special interests) at the same time!!

had some time cus im waiting for my hair rollers to dry, hope this is what you had in mind <3

Hey guys, I need someone to draw David Jacobs in this

For funsies

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Protect One Another

For Tina <3

(peep my boys Mush and Finch in the background heck yeah i love them)

Title: Protect One Another

Fandom: Newsies

Pairing: Crutchie Morris x badass fem!reader

Request: I told my friend Tina that I ship her with Crutchie and as I listed reasons why she said something along the lines of “would you write a fanfic of this for me if I asked?” and I said “Bet” and now here it is. Tina I love you

Warnings: language, mentions of weapons, the Delancey’s being douchebags, offensive language (again, Delanceys), the boys teasing Crutchie, a smidge of violence, an overuse of commas as always

Description: While getting ready to sell papes one day, Crutchie lets slip that he has a girlfriend. He can handle the boys’ teasing as long as she isn’t there to hear it, but what happens when she decides to surprise this human ray of sunshine by showing up to be his selling partner for the day?

The sun had barely risen over the streets of Manhattan when the morning bell rang, signalling the beginning of another busy day for the newsies. Like every morning, the boys stirred to life within minutes, and it wasn’t long before they were all bickering for space in the bathroom. Crutchie Morris- one of the older newsies- followed his usual morning routine of getting dressed, waking up Jack, hobbling downstairs, and trying his best to stop the fighting before he got himself ready. Today was no different, with Albert and Racetrack arguing over the sink.

“Why should yous get the mirror first?” Albert yelled.

“It takes a lot of work to look this good, mista, and it takes lotsa time too.” Race replied with a smirk.

“Take all the time you want.” Al jeered, “You’s still butt-ugly!”

“Alright!” Crutchie hollered, drawing the attention to him, “There’s more than one mirror in here. Yous need one that bad, go find anotha one. Leave the rest of us out of it.”

Both boys grumbled in response as they continued about their routine. As they walked away, Crutchie made his way to the sink, sighing in annoyance.

“And yous wonder why I’s haven’t introduced yous to my goirl.” he muttered under his breath.

However, it apparently wasn’t as quiet as he intended it to be, because the minute the words left his mouth, every eye in the room was trained on him.

There was a moment of silence before Jack’s voice erupted through the room, “Your goirl?” 

With that, the entirety of Manhattan’s newsies burst into a chorus of cheers and jests:

“You been holdin’ out on us, Crutch?”

“That bum leg is a gold mine and a skirt magnet!”

“What’s she like, Crutchie?”

“And when the hell can we meet her!”

“I’s can’t believe you ain’t told us!”

Bowing his head to hide his blush, Crutchie shook his head, hoping this would all blow over soon. However, as the boys marched towards Newsies Square, their excitement showed no signs of slowing down. The comments and questions came at him from all angles, and he was finding it harder to ignore them.

In all honesty, Crutchie wanted more than anything to tell them. He wanted so badly to sit them down and talk for hours about (Y/N) (Y/L/N), his beloved girlfriend and the absolute love of his life. He loved you more than anything else in all this world and he had never been happier than he was the day you’d asked him out to dinner. He loved everything about you; you were as tough as you were beautiful, and you respected everyone but took no shit from anyone. To him you were perfect, but you were unconventional as well, and he was afraid the boys would resent you for that. He was afraid of many things when it came to you: that the boys won’t like you, that you’re only with him for his limp, that he won’t be good enough for you one day, that you’ll get hurt, that the Delanceys will find you... that he’ll lose you forever. He was afraid of so many things, despite knowing better, that it made him appreciate what time he got with you even more, and it made him promise himself that he’d protect you as best he could- no matter what.

As these thoughts swirled through Crutchie’s head, him and his friends had arrived at the iron gates of The World. As always, they waited not-so-patiently for the gates to open, staring at the large chalkboard as if the day’s headline would magically appear. The weren’t out there long before the infamous Delancey brothers, Oscar and Morris, marched up to the gates with keys.

“Move out of the way! Hey, step aside!” Morris called out, urging newsies to shift slightly so that Oscar could get to the lock.

“Oh dear me, what is that unpleasant aroma?” Race smirked, starting the daily taunt that he had choreographed not too long ago, “I fear the sewers may have backed up during the night.”

Crutchie chuckled as he nudged Race’s arm, “Or could it be-”

“The Delancey Brothas!”

Oscar rolled his eyes as he swung the gate open, reluctantly letting the boys in, but he turned when he heard his name called.

“Hey, Oscar, can I ask you somethin’?” Finch asked, wandering into the Square.

“Thought you just did.” the Delancey growled, ignoring the newsie and going back to work.

Albert shook his head, leaning against the open gate, “What’d’ya wanna ask him, Finch?”

The taller boy smirked, glancing at Crutchie before turning back to the brothers, “I wanna know why they keep saying they’s real men when every goirl who sees ‘em runs the other way. I mean, even Crutchie’s got a goirl of his own, but Morris can’t get within 5 feet ‘a one without her calling the cops.”

Crutchie’s eyes went wide in horror. Morris whirled around, reading to soak Finch for what he’d said, but the boys rushed to stand at Finch’s side, and Oscar held him back.

“What did you just say?” he asked.

Finch made a show of rolling his eyes, “I said-”

“No, I heard what you said.” Oscar interrupted him, a devilish smirk across his face, “Crip’s got himself a goirl?”

“Yeah right, Oscar.” Morris spat, “Even if he did, it’d be nothin’ more than a pity date. Poor thing’d just feel bad about his limp, she’d leave him as soon as she got the chance.”

Normally, Crutchie was very good at ignoring Morris’ cruel words, but those ones hit him hard. He wasn’t sure whether to punch the Delancey or cry, but luckily the Jacobs brothers showed up before he had to choose.

“Look, we made it just in time for the headline!” Les cried, appearing by Crutchie’s side.

And he was right. As the boys turned to look, the headline was being scrawled across the chalkboard. “West In Flames As Heat Rages On”, it read. The boys collectively cheered and made their way towards the circulation window, ready to start selling.

“Papes for the newsies! Line up!” the familiar scream of Mr. Weisel rang out across the Square.

The Delanceys went back to work and the boys got their money ready as they struck up conversations in line.

“So, how’s it goin’ today, Crutchie?” Les asked from his spot behind him.

Crutchie turned around and smiled, “I’m okay, Les-”

Before he could finish, Romeo pitched in, “He’d be doin’ better if he was with his lady.”

Crutchie glared at Romeo, already upset about how the day was going, but both Les and Davey had their eyes wide as they turned to Crutchie.

“You gotta girl?”

“That’s great!” Davey smiled, “But, pal, why didn’t you tell us?”

Crutchie rubbed the back of his neck, “If yous had shown up a little earlier, you’d know why.”

Davey and Les shared a look of confusion, but chose to not ask questions as they continued down the line. The rest of the boys, however, bombarded him with questions- that is, until they were cut of by Morris shouting.

“Excuse me, miss?”

They all turned around to see who he was talking to, and Crutchie stood in horror at the sight. There you were, waltzing through the gates of The World and looking as beautiful as ever. Even though the skirt and blouse you wore weren’t your best, you were still a sight to behold, but the fact that you were there made your boyfriend’s heart stop with fear... especially when you acknowledged Morris.

“Yes?”

“You lost, darlin’?” Morris smirked, “Or are you just headed my way?”

Crutchie whirled around, glaring at Morris with a jealous rage he never knew before, but he tried to keep focused on you.

“That depends, is this the circulation window for the New York World?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, I’m not lost, but the only way I’m going is far away from you.”

All the newsies “ooooh”ed and laughed at your comment, turning to see what Morris had to say to that.

However, it was Oscar who spoke next, “What’s your name, Sweetheart? And why are you here?”

You rolled your eyes, strolling closer to the window, “Well, my name’s not Sweetheart, that’s for sure, and I’m here to sell some papers.”

“If your name’s not Sweetheart,” Jack piped up, jumping onto a wagon so you could see him better, “then what is it?”

Crutchie clenched his fists, glaring at the union leader. He loved Jack like a brother, but you were his girl, and he didn’t like Jack’s tone. Despite this, he couldn’t help but smirk at your response.

“(Y/N). (Y/L/N).” you replied, sighing loudly, “And you’re Jack Kelly, aren’t you.”

“You’s heard of me?”

“He described you perfectly, but I don’t think he mentioned you being so arrogant.”

The boys chuckled at that as they helped Jack down from the wagon, accompanied by a chorus of “back down, Jackie” and “you’re out of your league, Kelly”. You ignored them and gestured to the end of the line.

“Is this the line to get the papers?”

A few voices mumbled replies but Oscar piped up, gesturing for you to come closer.

“No need for that. After all, a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be kept waiting. Just come up here and we’ll get ya just what you need.”

Crutchie became uneasy as he watched you march slowly up to the window, and he could feel his anger rising. He listened closely, ready to strike if need be.

“Skip a whole line for a few papers?” you arched an eyebrow, “What’s the catch?”

Oscar smirked, grabbing your wrists forcefully, “Lemme take you out for dinner. I promise you’ll be begging for a second date...”

Disgusted, you opened your mouth to reply, but you were cut off by the voice of your enraged boyfriend.

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER, DELANCEY?”

All the boys watched in shock, with Davey scolding him and covering Les’ ears, as Crutchie marched to the front and grabbed the older Delancey by the collar.

“You talk to my goirl like that again, and I will kill you.” He growled, before punching Oscar with all the force he had. The punch sent Oscar flying backwards, with a crack so loud everyone was sure Crutchie had broke the goon’s jaw at least. Wiesel and Morris rushed to Oscar’s side as you pulled Crutchie aside.

“Are you okay?” you asked, desperately trying to make him look at you.

“I’s fine, (Y/N), I’s fine. Are you okay?”

“Crutchie, I’m fine, but I’m worried about you! How’s your hand-?”

Suddenly, Crutchie was thrown to the ground and you were pushed aside.

“You think you can talk to me like that, you lousy crip?! You think you can hit me like that and get away with it?!” Oscar roared, beating your boyfriend into the ground.

All the newsies began rushing to Crutchie’s aid, but they all stopped in shock when you attacked Oscar yourself.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF HIM!”

(Davey was still covering Les’ ears, screaming “Language!” at you from the background.)

You tackled the Delancey to the ground, smashing your fist into his face repeatedly. He tried to stop you, but you ripped the brass knuckles from his hand and used them yourself. Morris and Wiesel tried to pull you off of him, but to no avail. You pounded punch after punch, shouting through gritted teeth with each one.

“You ever try to touch my Crutchie again, I will kill you. Understand?”

Oscar sputtered, struggling to talk with the constant punches to his face, “I got it! I got it!”

With that, you stood up and threw the brass knuckles at him, “Get the hell out of here.”

Oscar stumbled to his feet, assisted by Morris, and ran back to the window. The newsies erupted into applause and cheers as you turned around to find Crutchie. You saw him smiling at you while holding on to Elmer for support. He broke out of his friend’s grip and threw his arms around you.

“That’s my goirl.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Jack walked up to you, clapping his hand around Crutchie’s shoulder with a smirk, “Maybe we should leave yous two alone?”

As you both nodded, Jack grabbed the other newsies and got to work.

“Maybe I should take a day off?” Crutchie suggested.

“Yeah.” You smiled, “Maybe you should.”

Back at the lodging house, you sat with Crutchie on the old, worn couch in the main room. Your head was in his lap as the two of you reflected on the morning.

“You’s a badass, baby, but sometimes you take it a little too far.” he chuckled, stroking your hair.

“Yeah, I know.” you shrugged, “But for you, it’s worth it. Besides, it’s my job, isn’t it?”

“You beating the crap out of folks?”

“Protecting you!” You laughed, nudging him lightly, “I protect you because I love you!”

Crutchie smiled widely, eyes full of adoration, “I love you too, (Y/N), and I’ll protect you. We’ll protect one another.”

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