𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒. one shots + headcannons

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ━ crutchie x reader ✧✧

a/n : hopefully this plot
idea is good lol <3 ty
for requesting!

requested by : Itz_StupidTozierlol6

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[y/n]'s mind was racing. She found herself staring straight up at pulitzer's office, amazed that all her friends had managed to remove a man like Pulitzer from his power. Honestly, [y/n] thought they never had a chance, but hey, it's a first time for everything.

'If only Crutchie were here.'

[y/n] befriended the curly-haired boy with the crutch when she snuck out to Manhattan, leaving Brooklyn behind her for just a couple of hours or so. That's when she had met the boy who constantly seemed to smile. Racetrack, the damn better, knew about her little crush, and often teased her.

But it had been a while since she had saw him. She wondered if he was alright in the refuge, and if his leg would get any better. Still, she had to keep her hopes up, right?

"[n/n], over there!" Racetrack tapped her shoulder, holding the middle of his stolen cigar between his fingers.

"What Racer?" She looked over to find Crutchie hopping out of a wagon, the gray bars on the cart seemingly the only way to gaze through into the world.

"Crutchie!" She called out, running over and hugging him as he hugged back with his unoccupied arm.

"Heya [y/n]," He laughed. "Miss me?"

She sighed, her lips curving into a wide grin, "Of course!"

"Ay, Crutchie, watch it! That's my sistah!" Spot called out to the boy, eyeing him without realization that he was in public.

"Oh, would ya love birds get a room?" Racetrack chuckled, taking a puff of his cigar.

"w h a t ?"

Spot absolutely lost it, but [y/n] managed to get the newsies help dragging the "fearsome king of brooklynn" back to his bed for a nap.

After her brother left her eyesight, [y/n] glared at Racetrack. And soon after that, Crutchie was in her eyesight now. She smiled at the sight of Crutchie, almost scarily, smiling as all the newsboys watched Snyder enter the wagon.

"Bye poo-face!" She heard Racetrack shout, his hands cupped to his face. (a/n : i am so sorry, that's forever burned into my mind 😳)

When [y/n] watched the wagon in which Snyder was in slowly moving away from her view, she heard Racetrack, Jack, and Les' laughter in her ear.

"What's so funny?" She quizzed, looking at the boys.

Crutchie's face burned a bright crimson. He quickly attempted to hide his rosy face by turning away, which [y/n] questioned very much. Racetrack and Jack were still teasing him, but Les walked over to her.

"Do you really wanna know?" Les giggled.

"Yeah, sure." She smiled in return, intrigued to hear what the little boy had to say.