#crutchiexreader

Regardless of whether or not his leg it feeling worse one day or better he’s determined to help you carry anything you’re carrying

Papes? “Is got that for you sweetheart”

Books? “I can handle it”

A giant crate filled with anvils? “Lemme lend a hand” (how are you even carrying that by yourself?)

Ngl, he sleeps like a brick. Spreads out across his bed, unless you guys are cuddling. 

Smothers you when you cuddle, arms wrapped around you with a hand in your hair.

It’s not impossible to wake him up tho so if he’s crushing you in the middle of the night, you will survive👍🏾

I see him as a sleep talker. 100%. 

Every newsie has talked in their sleep before, most wont admit it but crutchie’s sleep talking is a nightly recurrence

He’ll ask you to do his hair when in reality he just wants to feel you run your fingers through his hair.

The day he realizes that he can just ask you to do that he’ll abuse it to his death.

Now here before you go, have a crutchie mini skirt

Summery: Reader meets someone who makes the refuge better

tw: None

wc: 0.8k

Master List

Being in the refuge was hell. I'm not even overexaggerating. Rats and their feces were everywhere. We were starved, beaten, and forced to do work. This was all meant to help our, 'character'. Now you may be wondering, 'How did a girl get into the refuge?'. Well you see, I looked and acted like a boy so they just threw me in with the rest of them after I tried to steal an apple. The others were nice for the most part, there were a few rotten ones, but overall we stood up for each other.

When Crutchy came I was furious. I didn't know him prior, but I could tell he was kind and had no place here. Then my rage was intensified after I got to know him. He was the sweetest being on the planet and no one could change my mind. He was polite, even to Snyder! He made sure everyone was taken cared for...well as much as they could be. He would always try to make everyone look on the bright side and honestly I wanted to protect this boy. Not only that but he came in hurt, he told me how he couldn't walk too well since some people soaked him before they dragged him here. I was completely livid when he told me that.

Summary: Your dog gets loose and you chase it down until you find your dog on top of a very cute newsboy with a crutch. 

Word Count: 1.1k

Author’s note: I requested this a while back on a newsie fanpage but decided to just write one of my own! Also congrats to Andrew on the proposal!!!! Much love!

warning: none!!!! Unless you count a dog licking some poor dude to death than sure- warning to that!

You received your dog Rocky when you were only 9 years old and although you didn't ask for a dog in the first place, you had to clean up after him, feed him, and the worst part, walk him.

You rather stay inside all day baking or singing off-key than to walk your dumb dog. All Rocky loved to do was bite up the coach, tear open the pages from your books and jump on your stomach whenever you were sleeping.

"I hate you, you know that right?" You said as you gave your dog a kiss on his head. Rocky was the devil in dog form but you really did love the dumb dog to death.

You attached the leash to his collar and walked outside to the warm streets or Manhattan, a place you were born and raised in. Rocky was a big dog so his walks had to be at least a mile or two long or else he would come home full of energy and tear more things up.

The streets were filled with people since it was a Saturday afternoon, all the doors were open, shouts coming from inside the pubs and the smell of freshly baked bread coming from the bakery that tempted you to walk inside and buy out the whole store.

Rocky tugged on the leash and your grip tightened, you didn't want to lose your dog in this crowd and have to chase and tackle him down like last time.

As if that thought was a sign to the heavens that," maybe we should mess with Y/N today," Rocky started barking and bolted away from you. It all happened so fast, one minute you were walking your dog Rocky, leash secured around his collar and then the next, it slipped through your fingers and off Rocky went, running off god knows where.

"Rocky no! Come on boy!" You shouted as you chased after your dumb dog, trying not to trip over your dress.

You pushed your way past a group of businessmen and almost knocked into a woman who was selling flowers on the sidewalk.

Rocky runs through innocent victims legs, causing some people to fall over and curse loudly at you as you jump over them and let out a shaky apology.

"Watch it lady!"

"What the hell?"

"Control your effin dog!"

Except, the man doesn't use the word effin.

This dog is going to get you arrested for disturbing the peace!

You stop dead in your tracks when you see Rocky on top of a poor innocent newsboy and you can't tell if you're hearing screaming or laughing.

You run over and you take a sigh of relief when you see Rocky licking the stranger's face, who is still in one piece, wearing a huge smile on his face.

"Rocky no! Gosh I-I am so sorry! Off Rocky off!"

You grab his leash and pull Rocky off and your heart drops when you notice a wooden crutch right next to the boy Rocky knocked over.

"Here uh- let me help you up," You offer as you take the boys hands and help him off his feet. You pick up his crutch and hand it to him and when you two make eye contact,  you felt your legs turn to jelly.

You had never liked the color brown, it reminded you of the mud you would clean off of Rocky whenever it rained or the same colored stew you would eat almost every night for dinner, but his eyes were a light shade of brown that reminded you of your signature order at the coffee shop after you poured milk in it. His eyes reminded you of the brownie batter you stirred whenever you were craving something sweet.

Sweet. If you had to describe his gaze, his longing stare at you, it would be sweet.

"Th-thanks, is this your dog?" The boy asked, snapping you out of your boy-crazy thoughts.

You looked down at Rocky, who was sitting there next to you with his tongue out, panting.

"Yeah he's....somethin. He's usually really behaved," You lie, knowing well that Rocky was the most misbehaved dog you've ever met," are you alright?"

The boy's smile grows, spreading like butter," Course 'am all right. Yous looks a bit tired though."

You can only imagine what you look like, your hair feels like it's a bird's nest and your face is all sweaty and red from the surprise dog chase through Manhattan.

He catches you turn even redder from embarrassment and starts to stammer," Not that tired is bad- yous don't look bad yous looks great! More than great like-like beawtyful! T-That was weird uh 'am sorry I never talk to ladies before- well I mean I talks to Kat but- nevermind."

The boy scratches the back of his neck as you bit your lip, trying to hide your laughter," Thank you umm..."

"Crutchie. My name's Crutchie cause of the..." He nods over to his crutch.

"Did you come up with that or did your friends make it up for you?" You ask, slightly hoping that he made it up because the thought of his friends giving him that nickname when he has a bad leg makes your heart sting.

"Friends, but I like the name. Theys say it's cause 'am there to support them and that 'am there to lean on," He says as you relax, at least his friends seem nice.

"That's really sweet, my friend's don't give me nicknames, they just call me Y/N."

That was also another lie. Your friends called you Mouse because of how timid and shy you were whenever there were social events or gatherings, but you didn't want to tell Crutchie.

"Y/N, that's a pretty name. Will I see yous afta this?" He asks.

"I hope I do, under different conditions, of course. Next time I'm sure Rocky won't topple you over," You look back down at your dog, who starts wagging his tail.

"I wouldn't mind getting knocked over if it meant I could sees yous again," Crutchie says softly as you mentally scream.

You let out a laugh," Be careful what you wish for."

Crutchie smiles and bends down to pet Rocky and you wince since Rocky isn't the most friendliest dog. Your worries fade away as Rocky's tail wags faster, dumb dog.

"Hey Rocky, would it be okay if I asked Y/N to lunch or somethin?" Crutchie asked in a baby voice to Rocky.

Rocky says nothing as Crutchie continues to pet him as a blush creeps onto your cheeks.

"I'll take that as a yes. Whadya say Y/N?" Crutchie asks as he looks up at me, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I'd love to."