Newsies oneshots

Myron x Morris // new ship

(A new ship im trying out, TW for fights, blood ect)

Morris was cracking his knuckles on the stoop of his Uncles house. Small but noticeable blood splatters on his shirt. He was alittle uneasy from the confrontation he just had with Spot Colon, getting his ass kicked for getting in a fight with Race. He would have won aswell if Spot didn't happen to walk by.
Now he was full of bruises and a bloody mouth and hand, not happy he just lost a fight. He knew the newsie boys would not let that go.
Even worse, Oscar was helping out Wiesel at the warehouse so he had no back up.
He was looking down when he saw a pair of boots infront of him,
"How about you don't try and beat on my friends?"
He looked up to see Myron staring at him sternly.
"How about your friends mind their own buisness-"
"Shut up." Myron sat beside him and took out a flask, "Are you OK?"
"I don't need your pity I'm fine." Morris growled, taking the flask and taking a sip.
"You're bleeding."
"Yeah, thanks to your stupid boss."
"Spot was protecting Race."
"Well if Race kept his mouth shut he wouldn't need protecting."
Myron rolled his eyes and took a hold of his jaw, checking for any injuries.
"Please don't worry about me." Morris mumbled.
"Well I do... I can't help it," Myron sighed, "Does anything hurt?"
"No, not anymore."
"Then you've had enough of this." Myron took back his flask, making Morris chuckle alittle.
Myron took a sip, "It wouldn't hurt for you to lay down and rest."
"Can't...I don't have my keys I'm waiting for my brother to come home."
Myron sighed and got up to the door, he took out a peice of metal from his pocket and picked the lock. When the door opened, he helped Morris up and inside.

When they got to Morris' room, Myron forced him to sit down, "I'm fine." Morris protested.
By Myron just responded with a "Sit. I'm gonna get some bandages, do you know where they are?"
"Kitchen downstairs, far left cabinets, get me a cigarette while your there."
"Hell no, your mouth is injured, I let the booze slide but your not adding smoke to the mix." Myron left to get the bandages. Morris sighed and lay down, pulling his hat over his eyes, when Myron came back. While Myron was bandaging up the others hand, Morris discreetly looked at him, "It wouldn't have hurt for you to defend me, either."
"Are you kidding? You want me to get into a fight with my boss?"
"No, I would have wanted you to defend your boyfriend."
"You're not my boyfriend." Myron laughed,
"Am I not? Really, cause it seemed you were begging for me to date you in this letter-" Morris got a letter from under his pillow, Myron panicked alittle and tried to grab it from him but it was too late, Morris started reading parts of it, "You're my dream guy... I love everything about you... I'd love to see and kiss you again-"
"Stop!" Myron begged, trying to grab the letter, but Morris didn't let him, laughing.
"Just admit you love me." Morris teased.
"I don't!- just give it to me!"
As Myron was trying to reach for it, Morris planted little kisses where ever he could, on his face, lips, neck chest, until Myron finally got a hold of the letter and ripped it. "You're an idiot." Myron mumbled, blushing.
Morris chuckled and went back to kissing the others neck, "You love me..."
"Mhm..." Myron admitted, "I love you."
"Ok, but keep that to yourself, my dear." Though Morris was being abit of a tease, he didn't  want anyone knowing about him and Myrons 'situationship' especially not Oscar.
"You too...I feel like a traitor sometimes..."
"How come?"
"You're not the kindest to the Manhattan newsies, are you?"
"You're not manhattan."
"I'm still a newsie," Myron frowned, laying down, "You need to learn to be kinder to the less fortunate."
Morris sat up, "You really thing I'm more fortunate?!" He asked angrily, "you have no what I've been through."
"Yeh, I think you are. Im sorry you grew up in a refuge but alot of us grew up on the street, and still are living on the street."
"Fuck you, you know nothing about me!"
Myron sat up, "trust me I know alot, i know under that tough little persona of yours is a spoilt brat."
Morris pushed Myron off the bed as they started fighting on his bedroom floor. Morris was on top, throwing punches Myron was trying to block, and trying to punch back. Eventually, Morris managed to get him square in the face.

Myrons nose started dripping with blood, Morris got off of him and tried to help him get up, Myron being alittle dizzy, Myron almost fell out of Morris' arms, but Morris caught him and sat him up on his bed. "Hey-" Morris tried to comfort him but Myron was trying to look away, "I'm sorry...let me see." Morris felt guilt build up inside of him ashe saw Myron wipe the blood of his face, "Its fine."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Myron reassured but Morris was not convinced.
"I'm sorry... that was not ok for me to do."
"You still did it. Its fine."
"Baby-"
"Don't call me that." Though Myron admitted his feelings before, he still didn't view them as a couple, that's why he didn't feel guilty about the fight.
"Myron...it was not ok...I don't care that we're not together, I love you and you should never hurt someone you love."
"Morris I wanted to fight, ok? I was starting a fight on purpose." Myron admitted, leaving Morris dumbfounded, "Why would you-"
"Because I wanted a reason to hate you... dating you is going to be a nightmare, we both know that. From your brother and all my friends, we are risking alot... i just thought if I made myself hate you it wouldn't be so hard for me to give this up, but it is..."
"You should still hate me for what I did." Morris sighed, grabbing a cloth and wiping the blood off his face.
Myron just lay down on the bed, "Well I don't."
Morris took off Myrons hat and tangled his fingers through his hair before kissing him softly. When they pull away, Myron giggles and wipes some blood that got on Morris' cheek, "Is that your blood or my blood?"
Morris chuckled, "Probably yours, we should clean up."
Myron nods before kissing the other again, "I love you."
"I love you too."

They get cleaned up and cuddle up on Morris' bed. Morris teasingly asked, "Am I your boyfriend now?"
"I guess... you really want to be with me?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Oh come on, I'm like the last person you'd expect to date Morris Delancey."
"You were always number one on my list." Morris kissed his forehead.
"Shut up you sap." They both laugh. That's when they heard the door open and Oscar and Wiesel arriving.
"Morris?! You home?!" Oscar called out,
"Yeh!" Morris answered as Myron started kissing his neck, nuzzling him in-between.
"How did you get in? Did you have a key?"
"I picked the locked."
Wiesel called out, "Don't pick my lock Morris! Next time you wait for us to get home."
"Yes sir." Morris placed a kiss on Myrons lips, Myron whispered and asked, "Should I leave?"
"No need to." Morris got up and locked his door before laying back down. Myron smiled, and embrace  him, the two spent the entire night together.