#racetrack higgens x reader

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His Plan (Racetrack Higgins x Reader)

Pairing: Race x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 604

Summary: Y/N is having a hard time selling the day’s paper, so Race has a fun idea to help her.

A/N: I’m not quite sure what this was driven by, or what it is exactly, but I do hope you enjoy it :)

It was nearing the end of the work day and you still had two papers left to sell and was getting nowhere with them. You didn’t blame the people for wanting to avoid today’s headline, ‘Five Cats Found Stuck in a Single Tree’, but the least they could do was buy a paper so that you wouldn’t starve or freeze to death.

“Care to buy today’s paper?” You ask an older man walking past me. He shakes his head at you and waves as he walks right past your outstretched hand.

“Your pretty smile not working today?” A voice says behind you. You grin and turn around to see your boyfriend, Race, standing there. “Ah, yes, that’s the one,”

“C’mere,” You say to Race, pulling him close to you and pulling his cigar out of his mouth so that you can kiss him. “These assholes won’t buy my last two papes,” You whisper before pulling away from Race.

He chuckles and says, “Give them to me,”

You hand the papers over to Race and wait for him to work his pape-selling magic so you both can go back to the lodge for the night. Unexpectedly, Race leans into you and whispers his plan for selling these papers to me. You blush at his words and nod, agreeing to take part in it.

When a large group of people start approaching Race and you, you say, “I can’t go back home!”

“What? Why?” Your boyfriend (dramatically) plays along.

“Honey, I’m pregnant,” You say, right as the group is passing us.

They stop and you hear one say, “Congratulations!”

Race and you turn to them and say, “Thank you!” You turn back to Race, “Sweetheart? Are…are you okay?”

The look on Race’s face seems as if this news were true, “I just can’t believe it!” He crouches down to your stomach (a bit too dramatically) and makes a show of the papers in his hand, “Hey, little fella, it’s your daddy here,”

“Oh, my goodness!” You hear one of the ladies in the group squeal.

One of the men seem to notice the papers in Race’s hand, “Here, let me buy those from you both,” He hands Race, still on his knees, two dimes and the group once again congratulates the two of you before walking off.

Once they’re out of earshot, Race and you start to laugh hysterically. Once you get passed your giggles, you join hands and start heading to the lodge. You can’t stop thinking about the look on Race’s face when you gave your fake pregnancy announcement.

“Race?” You say tentatively.

“Yeah, baby?” He says through the cigar in his mouth.

“Would you…would you ever want to have kids with me?” You sound nervous, and that’s because you are. Race and you have been dating for quite a while now but you’ve been so concerned with making enough money to stay alive in the present that you haven’t talked too much about the future. What if he only saw this as a part-time thing?

After what seems like hours but was probably only seconds, Race answers, “Of course I would,” you stop walking and he looks you in the eye, “I love you. So much. I want to spend my life with you and have a family with you,”

You lean up to kiss Race and wrap your arms around his neck, “I want to have one with you, too. But…not yet,” you laugh, “we’re still too young for that,”

And, in that moment, you knew that you didn’t have to worry about anything. You knew that everything was going to turn out perfectly.

#racetrack higgens #race #racetrack #race x reader #racetrack x reader #race higgens #race higgens x reader #racetrack higgens x reader #ben cook #ben tyler cook #newsies #newsies x reader #newsies imagine #race imagine #racetrack imagine #racetrack higgens imagine #race higgens imagine #lia writes

[aggressivetapdancing]

Race being your secret admirer HC’s

Race x Reader

Requested by: Anon

“Can you do a hc where you’re a girlsie and you have a secret admirer. (Hint hint! It's race) and maybe on one day race gives a pearl from an Erster as a gift and you start to swoon even harder for your secret admirer. P.S. is it weird that I giggle whenever I see the word pumpkin butt? It just sounds funny ; )”

A/N: Here’s what you asked for bb

- So ever since you became a Newsie you had been getting these little gifts from a anonymous person

- It would be like little notes reminding you how pretty you were, or just simple messages to “smile” or “have a great day”

- And you rlly thought they were cute and sweet

- And every day you’d just be rlly excited to see what your secret friend/admirer would write for you everyday

- The messages got sweeter and sweeter everyday

- And you were just dying to see who wrote you these messages

- MEANWHILE

- Every night, Race would take an extra pape from his bag and write down the little messages you’d be receiving the next morning

- He’d put so much time and effort into making it rlly nice for you bc he loves seeing you get so happy whenever you read it

- He once asked Davey if he could borrow one of his books on poetry so he could write down a cute poem for you

- Davey was suspicious so one night he went to see what Race was up to

- And all he saw was the boi hunched over on his bed scrawling some words down under a rlly dim light then placing it by your bed

- Davey decided to see what the note said and !!!

- The next day, Davey confronted Race about the notes and Race was so so so so embarrassed

- “You like Y/N?”

- “What!? Ha ha! No!”

- “ So.. ‘No mountain, nor sea, no thing of this world could keep us apart, because this is not my world… you are’ was meant for a different Y/N who so happens to also live in this lodging house?”

- “Shuddup.”

- Davey would help Race with his poems tho

- Davey even let Race keep a poetry book

- And Race got the hang of writing some poems on his own

- And then Jack found out about this cute little note thing

- So he teaches Race how to draw small little flowers and roses

- And Race gets the hang of that too

- So your little notes varied from being small poems to sketches of flowers, plants, or sometimes even you

- AND YOU WERE SO IN LOVE OH MY GOSH

- But wait! You thought this was it? No!

- One day, Race decided to finally tell you who the secret admirer was

- So he found a pearl (somewhere idk lmaoo)

- And he found some wire and then fashioned it into a cute little ring

- So he left that and a note saying to “Meet me at the Penthouse at 7:00 to find out who your secret admirer is”

- (Jack let him use the penthouse)

- So timeskip to 7 o’clock and you’re climbing up and

- “Race?”

- “Hello Doll.”

- “Is- is this you?” You’d say and show him the note

- And he’ll just smile and nod

- And you just run up and kiss him

- And kjskajsa

- Your secret admirer was a secret no more

#race #racetrack #racetrack higgens #race x reader #racetrack x reader #racetrack higgens x reader #newsies #newsies x reader #aggressivewritingyeet

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Could you do a Race Higgins x reader where the reader is Spots younger sister and he’s super protective (along with the rest of the Brooklyn boys)? I know it’s kind of a cliche one lol but I love the big brother trope for him :)

A/n: Sure! This got a lot later than I originally thought it was going to be. I also combined this with another idea that I had, I hope that’s okay! I hope you enjoy! Also, this is unedited so read at your own risk.

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“Zebra escapes the zoo! Get the story right here!” you called out in a desperate attempt to sell more papes. The headline was garbage today, as usual, and you were trying everything you could to sell even ten. After all, you were saving up for dance lessons. Well, you, your brother, Spot Conlon, and the other Brooklyn newsies. 

Eventually, you managed to sell your last pape, and you started to head back to the Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging House. Normally, girls weren’t allowed to be newsies, but since your big brother was the King of Brooklyn, they made an exception.

“Hey, (y/n),” some of the newsies called out in greeting.

“Hey.”

You walked up and put what money you weren’t going to need for dinner or breakfast in the “dance jar”, which was just a normal jar, but it was where the newsies put whatever money they could spare to help pay for your dance lessons. After a couple of months of doing this, the jar was almost to the top. You loved your newsie family. 

You went over to your bed to read for a bit before dinner. A shadow fell across you, and you looked up to see your older brother staring down at you, grinning. 

“Hey, Spot. What’s up?” you asked, slightly confused. He didn’t grin much, so you wondered what was going on. 

“Hey, (y/n).” He sat down on the bed, still smiling. You went back to reading, thinking that if he wanted to tell you something, he would tell you. 

Several minutes later, however, he still hadn’t told you anything, and you could feel him staring at you. 

You sighed and put down your book. “If there’s something you want to tell me, just say it.”

When Spot continued to just grin at you, you added, “Is there something you want to tell me?

He scooted closer to you and showed you a handful of coins. “Guess what we have enough money for,” he prompted.

You felt your eyes widen as you squeaked out: “Dance lessons?” He nodded. You squealed with delight, getting off your bed and jumping up and down. The other newsies were laughing at you, but you didn’t care. You were going to have dance lessons!

“The first lesson is tomorrow, right after dinner.” Spot had also stood up.

“Can you wait that long?” Hotshot teased gently. Everyone laughed, including you, but you could see Spot getting a little defensive. You put your hand on his arm and softly said, “Hey.” He looked at you, and apparently could see that you weren’t mad. He calmed down a little bit and took a breath. You smiled at him and went back to reading, although your mind was focused on the dance lessons. What would your teacher be like? Would the class like you? 

Stop it, you told yourself. I’m going, and who cares if they don’t like me? My brother’s the King of Brooklyn. 

You eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep, full of excitement for the next day. 

You practically bounced into the dance studio. You were so excited! You glanced around at your new classmates. Many of them were girls, but there were a few boys there. One in particular caught your eye. He had curly, dirty-blond hair, and piercing bright blue eyes. He looked your way, and you immediately dropped your gaze to the floor. In his dance bag, there was a packet of cigars. You didn’t smoke yourself, but you knew of a few newsies who did. 

Of course, you didn’t know if this guy was a newsie. He looked about your age, maybe a year or two older. You decided to risk looking up again, only to see that he was still looking at you. He grinned and started walking towards you. 

“Hey,” he said, grinning. 

“Hey.”

“So, you’se is takin’ dance classes?” He talked like the Brooklyn newsies did, but he had a slight accent that you had heard somewhere before. If only you could remember where…

“Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, I am.” You mentally scolded yourself about how stupid that sounded. The boy didn’t seem bothered, though. He grinned again and stuck out his hand. 

“The name’s Racetrack. Racetrack Higgins. Well, my real name is Anthony, but you’se can call me Race.” He winked at you, sending a swarm of butterflies into your stomach. It was all you could do to shake his hand.

“I’m- Manhattan!” You suddenly remembered where you had heard Racetrack’s accent before. It was the accent of a Manhattan newsie, who were pretty much the Brooklyn newsies sworn enemies. 

“You’re Manhattan?” Race asked teasingly. 

You blushed. “No, I- My name is (y/n). I was trying to figure out where I had heard your accent before.”

“Sure, Manhattan. Whatever you say.” He winked at you again. 

Before you could think of a witty reply, the music started, indicating that it was time to start the class. You and Race drifted over to the ballet bar. 

An hour later, you were a sweaty mess, but you knew that you had finally found your passion. You were grinning from ear to ear, eager to get home to tell Spot all the amazing things that had happened. 

“Hey, Manhattan,” said a voice from behind you, making you jump.

“Oh, Race. It’s you,” you said, calming down when you saw his bright blue eyes. I could very easily get lost in those eyes, you thought. 

“So, where do you live? I’ll walk you home,” he offered. 

“Oh, I- I don’t think that would be a good idea.” You immediately regretted your words when you saw the hurt look on Race’s face.

“Why not?”

“Well, I- uh, I…” You didn’t want to tell him that you lived in Brooklyn; that was sure to make him hate you. However, you didn’t have any choice but to tell him when he turned away from you. 

“I’m a Brooklyn newsie. I don’t think the others would take kindly to a Manhattan newsie on their turf,” you blurted out. Race turned back to you, looking confused, but now intrigued. 

“I never knew no girl newsie before.” He took a step towards you again. “Why’d they let you be one?”

You swallowed. “My brother’s Spot Conlon.”

Race looked shocked, then took a step away from you. 

“I- I’ll see you next week, (y/n).” Then he took off running. 

You trudged back to the Brooklyn Lodging House, your good spirits somewhat crushed. Why did he have to leave like that? You sighed. If only you weren’t from Brooklyn. If only your brother wasn’t the most feared newsie in New York. If only…

Stop it, you scolded yourself. I could “if only” all day, but that isn’t going to change the fact that Racetrack Higgins, is scared of my big brother. 

The door creaked as you opened it. You walked into the room, letting your heavy footfalls ring out. As soon as you entered the bunk room, you were greeted with a dozen voices all calling out greetings. 

“(y/n)!”

“Hey!”

“Look, (y/n)’s back!”

And there was your big brother, standing there, waiting for you. As mad as you were at him earlier, all the feelings of how amazing it felt to be dancing rushed back to you and you ran to hug him. 

“So it was good, then?” he laughed. 

“Oh, Spot, it was absolutely amazing!” You described what dancing was like, and you were so enthusiastic that some of the newsies asked you to teach you a few steps. You went to bed ecstatic, but you had no idea how much better your life would get in the morning. 

The next morning you got up to sell papers as usual. There was nothing off about your morning, except you having a bit of a spring in your step. The newsies all smiled at how happy you were. It was rare that any newsie had much to smile about, so when someone did, everyone was practically over the moon. 

By lunch you were longing to dance again. You couldn’t wait to get back into that studio, with the soft piano music floating in the air…

Before you knew it, you were dancing on the sidewalk. A small crowd had gathered to watch you, and when you were finished, everyone applauded. You blushed and picked up your pile of papers. A lot of the crowd, upon seeing that you were a newsie, bought a pape from you, sometimes paying extra. By the end of the day you were in an even better mood then you were that morning. 

You walked into the lodge in a better mood than you were normally in. It was the kind of happiness that is impossible to not be happy around, and soon all the other newsies were smiling too. 

Spot suddenly walked in smiling, and kissed you on the cheek. You smiled back at him, a little confused. He moved his hand slightly, drawing attention to the fact that he was holding something.

“What’s that?” You asked, intrigued.

“Oh, this?” He teased, holding up an envelope. “I don’t know, what is it?”

“Come on, Spot, give it to me!” You stood up, making a grab for the envelope. He tried to hold it out of your reach, but, him being so short, it was not hard for you to grab it.

You opened it and found a large pile of coins inside. You looked at your older brother disbelievingly. 

“Is this-”

“Enough money for the next month of dance lessons. I thought you’d like it.”

You squealed and hugged him. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Everyone else was smiling, too. For newsies who didn’t have much to be happy about, you seemed to have an abundant amount of happiness over the past few days. 

The month flew by. Ballet lessons ended, and the next month was about to begin. 

You walked into the now familiar studio, no longer worried about what the others would think of you. You didn’t have much of a chance to talk anyway, only before and after class. Race had avoided talking to you after the first week, and you couldn’t help but be discouraged about what it meant for his feelings for you. He had shown some interest in you, right? Whatever might have been there once clearly wasn’t there now, however.  

 You sighed. You could spend all day thinking about this, and it would get you nowhere. You pulled yourself out of your thoughts in time for your instructor to announce the next type of dance you would be learning: ballroom dance.

“I will give each of you a partner, and they will be your partner for the rest of the month. You will do all your ballroom dancing with them. Now, here are your partners.” She proceeded to read off the names of the people who would be partnering with each other.

You couldn’t help but glance at Race. How awesome would it be if he was your partner? You would be dancing together for a whole month! 

“(y/n) and Racetrack.” The instructor continued on with the list of names, but to you it didn’t matter. It was all you could do to keep from squealing. This was what you had imagined! 

You glanced at him again. He had started walking over to you! Your mind suddenly took you back to the first day that you met him.

“So, you’se is takin’ dance classes?”

“Huh? Oh, oh yeah. Yeah, I am.”

“The name’s Racetrack. Racetrack Higgins. Well, my real name is Anthony, but you’se can call me Race.” He winked.

You pulled out of your flashback just in time for him to slide up next to you.

“So, we’s partners.”

“Yeah, yeah we are.”

The instructor demonstrated what you were going to do, and the music started. 

“May I have this dance?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, taking a slight bow.  You could feel yourself blush as you started the dance. 

Race was a really good ballet dancer. But he was an amazing ballroom dancer. He glided across the floor, taking you with him. His movements were like liquid, but at the same time he was solid and sturdy to hold on to. You found yourself wishing that this moment would never end. 

You came back to the lodging house with your head in the clouds, replaying the class over and over in your head. 

The two weeks that followed were a sort of magical blur, with each class being better than the last. You and Race grew closer everyday, to the point where you thought that you might be slightly more than friends. At least, you hoped to be. 

This class was no different from the rest: Race danced with his usual unearthly beauty, taking you along with him. 

After the class ended, Race walked up to you, which was normal. After the first month, he had started talking to you again after class. You had no idea why he had stopped talking to you, but you thought that it probably had something to do with the fact that you had Spot as your brother. The only thing out of the ordinary today was that Race seemed a bit nervous about something.

“Hey, ah, (y/n).” He ran a finger through his hair and breathed out. You raised a single, questioning eyebrow; he never called you by your real name. 

“Hey.” 

“Um… I was wondering… if, ah….” He ran another finger in his hair. This was a shock. Race normally couldn’t shut up. 

He suddenly sat down dejectedly. “Ne’ermind, it’s stupid anyway.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, perking up. “What is it?”

He turned to look you in the eyes, and you were struck again by how blue his eyes were.  He looked back at the floor, leaving you breathless. 

“Doyouwannagooutwithme?” He looked at you again and you saw fear in his eyes. He was afraid of what would happen between you two. And honestly, you were too.

You swallowed, considering everything. What would Spot say? What would happen to your friendship if you said no? If you said yes? This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?

Slowly, you nodded. You looked up and saw the shock in Race’s eyes, and you nodded more vigorously. Before you knew it, you were practically jumping. 

“Yes!” you said. Race was laughing, with relief or delight, you weren’t sure. He grabbed your hand and together you walked out of the studio. 

Two hours later you walked back to the lodge, the happiest you had felt yet. You were singing softly to yourself as you entered the lodge. Your elation evaporated when you saw your older brother. He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, all five feet four inches absolutely terrifying. 

“Where were you?” he demanded. You swallowed. You decided to ignore his question for the time being by setting down your stuff and crossing to your bed. There were no other newsies in the room; it was just you and Spot. 

“I asked you a question.” he stepped closer to the bed. 

You sighed and laid back on your bed. “I was on a date.”

You knew that that was the wrong thing to say. You could feel him practically explode next to you. 

“You. Were. WHAT?!” 

You started to answer again, but he waved you off. He started pacing the room, asking more questions. 

“Where did you go? Who was it with?”

Since you just going on a date made him practically explode, you decided that you couldn’t tell him that it had been with a Manhattan newsie, in Manhattan. 

“It was with a guy I met in my dance class.” There. That wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t a lie either. 

Spot was breathing really heavily, and you thought that he might actually explode. You felt your emotions rising, too.

“What does it matter to you, though, Spot? It’s not your place to be in control of my life.”

“Yes, yes it is!” he practically screamed. “As your older brother, I have every say of how your life should go! And you know what, I was going to pay for the next month of dance lessons, too. But now I am definitely not!”

You felt your cheeks reddening. “Well you know what? Maybe I- I didn’t want to go next month anyway!” It was a lie. Those dance lessons were everything to you. But you didn’t need Spot to know that. 

However, he could tell it was a lie and called you out on it.

“Ha! You couldn’t live without those lessons.”

“Maybe I couldn’t, but I definitely can live without living here.”

You turned and stormed out of the lodging house. 

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“That was a bit harsh, Spot.” The rest of the newsies had come back in, after hearing the whole argument from the other room. 

Spot sighed and ran a finger through his hair. 

“I know,” he said slightly shakily. He turned and looked at the newsie who had spoken. “But she’s the only family I have left, and I can’t bear to lose her.”

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You didn’t know where you were going until you got there. Half an hour later,  you knocked on the door of the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House. You smoothed your hair and bit your lip, both things you did when you were nervous. 

A newsboy you didn’t know answered the door and looked at you questioningly. 

“Can I help you?” he asked.

“Is… is Race here?”

The newsie nodded and gestured for you to follow him. The Manhattan Lodge looked a lot like the Brooklyn Lodge. You wound your way through a sea of newsies, all of who gave you questioning looks. Eventually you saw him. Racetrack Higgins. You couldn’t help yourself. You ran and threw yourself into his arms. He was surprised at first, but as soon as he recognized you he hugged you back. It was too much for you. You started to cry.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, gently patting you on the back. 

“I… I ran away.”

He pulled away to look at you, with tears streaming down your face, your eyes red and your nose running. You knew you must look like a mess, but at the moment, you didn’t care. 

“Why?” he asked, wiping away your tears with his thumb. 

“Spot got real mad at me ‘cause he found out we…” you hesitated, not sure that he wanted the others to hear. He took the hint and asked for a bit of privacy.

“So Spot got mad at you?” he asked once they were all in different rooms. You nodded. 

“You… you wanna stay here for tonight?”

You looked up at him. “You mean it?”

He wiped away more of your tears. “Of course! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”

You tackle-hugged him again, so thankful that he was here.  

Twenty minutes later, and after much debate, you were in Race’s bed. He had insisted on sleeping on the floor. You tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Sometime, around midnight you guessed, it got really cold. You started shivering in your blankets, so you couldn’t imagine how Race was. You decided to check. You rolled over again and looked down to see him staring at the ceiling. 

“Race,” you whispered. He looked at you. You pat the bed next to you. He didn’t hesitate; he climbed right in next to you. The poor boy was freezing! You moved closer to him to share your body heat, and he wrapped his arm around you. 

Spot or no Spot, you thought to yourself, there’s nothing that could take this boy away from you. 

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[connor-murphy-trash]

hi can i blease have some modern au Race hcs? idc what i just love him

AN: Hi guys! I am so sorry this has been in my inbox for forever. I’m not sure if this is even coherent at this point because I wrote to over the course of two weeks because I couldn’t focus on it. So I don’t know how this came out. But I hope you enjoy it anyways!

TW: Being sick, talks about an orphanage

Word Count: 1,733

Genre: Fluff

You were the new kid in school

It was your first week there

You would always ride the bus

Your parents used the only car your family had so they could go to work

Of course, the bus you rode was always the last one to show up

So you would hang around just people watching or working on some homework or something

But you were stuck on a question for your bio homework

Then you spotted someone across the room who was in the same class as you

So you went to ask him for help

You walked over to him

And he was sitting with a bunch of other boys

Who you assumed were all friends because they seemed to always ride the same bus and hang out together at lunch

You introduced yourself to him

And he said his name was Elmer

He walked you back to the bench you were originally sitting on

And helped you with the question

Once it was done

You thanked him

And started talking

His bus was about to pull up so you quickly exchanged numbers so if you had any more questions about the homework he could help you

Soon after Elmer’s bus left

Yours arrived

Later that night you and Elmer started talking again

Just getting to know each other

You told him how nice it was to have someone to talk with

Considering you hadn’t made any new friends at the school yet

So Elmer invited you to sit with him and some of his other friends at lunch the next day

You agreed to do so

So the next day you met his friends

And there were a LOT of them

Luckily you got on quite well with them all

You aren’t going to lie tho

It was kinda intimidating

There were just so many of them to keep track of

Then you asked how they all had met

In the most casual way, you had ever heard

Albert said that they all lived at the same orphanage

You were slightly shocked by this

You just didn’t expect it

But you accepted it and moved on with the conversation

The boy nicknamed Finch was telling you about how good his aim with a slingshot is

When a VERY attractive blond boy sat in the only empty seat left at the table

Which just so happened to be right next to you

“Are you guys trying to replace me with some new kid?”

He gasped and made an overdramatic hurt expression

Which made you laugh a little

Hearing you laugh made the boy smile slightly

You introduced yourself and he said  he went by the name Racetrack Higgins

Race for short

“Well it’s very nice to meet you ‘Race for Short’”

It was his turn to laugh at your joke

“I like them, Jack can we keep them?”

Jack seemed like he was the main person in charge

All of the other boys seemed to look up to him and respect his decisions

So when Race asked this

Everyone’s attention turned to Jack

“I suppose if they want to stick around, they can”

The boys were very happy about this

It was surprising to have so much praise just because Jack said you could stay

You guess then that’s a big deal

They even add you to their group chat

Which you imagine is going to be constantly blowing up your phone

But it’s okay

Because you finally made some friends!

A few weeks later, you were fully part of their group

You got a chance to message and talk with each of them individually

And you loved them all

But you loved Race the most

As in

You developed a slight crush on him

But you weren’t going to act on those feelings

You just barely became friends with everyone

You weren’t going to ruin that all because you had a crush

Everything was going amazing with your new group of friends

You were super close to Elmer, Jojo, Mush, and Davey

But you loved all of the boys

And girls

Jack was officially dating Katherine Plummer

Apparently, he had been pining over her for a while

So it was kinda a big deal

Also Davey’s sister, Sarah, recently started hanging out with you guys too

It was nice to have some gal pals and not be stuck with the boys all the time

One day you had to stay home from school because you were sick

You normally would have the first period with Jojo, Specs, and Race

So when both you and Race didn’t show up

Specs asked if you were out for the day in the group chat

He said that Race was home sick too

You weren’t the closest with Race

Because you didn’t want your feelings for him to grow and ruin your chance in the whole friend group

So when he texted you privately

And asked how you were doing

It threw you off a little

But you did have to admit

It was nice knowing he cared about you

You told him about how you weren’t feeling well

You had a fever and could barely breathe and had a bad cough

Basically, you had a really bad cold

And apparently, Race had one too

Just not quite as bad as you

You couldn’t really do much but lay in bed

Whereas Race just had a stuffy nose and a bit of a cough

So he offered to come over to your house and keep you company

Also to take care of you because both of your parents were going to be at work all day

You tried to make up an excuse because you didn’t want your crush to see you when you were this gross and sick

But your foggy brain couldn’t think of any good ones

So you reluctantly agreed

Race got to your house about a half hour later

Despite it being a ten-minute drive from the orphanage to your house

When Race showed up

He had a shopping bag filled with things

Simple snacks like crackers, cheerios, Sprite, etc

And a few things to entertain you both like movies and playing cards

You were not expecting all of that

But it was sweet nonetheless

You guys played a few rounds of go fish

Because that’s all you could handle mentally at the moment

And afterward, you were exhausted

Having no energy sucks

But Race didn’t want you to push yourself

So he offered to put on a movie

He apparently brought a bunch of Disney and Pixar movies

And he had you choose which one to watch first

You chose Tangled

He put it into your computer and set it up to play on your TV

Then he sat next to you on your bed

His back up against your headboard

Sitting on top of the blankets

You were laying underneath them curled into a ball

“You can lay down with me Race, it’s okay”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m okay right here.”

“Race you are sick too. I’m telling you to lay down, you don’t have a choice.”

So he scooted down so he was laying

Still on top of the blankets

“Get your ass under here Race. You are going to get cold.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

He was so nervous about making you feel weird

It was cute

But you told him to get under the blankets

So he did

And he stayed on his side of the bed

Eventually, you started to drift into sleep

As you were only half asleep you said you were cold

And you cuddled into Races side

You put your head onto his chest

And wrapped an arm around his middle

“Is this okay?” you mumbled

Even tho you were half asleep and didn’t really know what you were doing you still asked

That made him blush a little

He said it was okay

Then he slowly wrapped his arms around you

As if he was protecting you from the outside world

He repeated your question to make sure you were comfortable with it

All he got in response was a slight head nod and a small hum of approval

And you snuggling even closer to him

Now he was really blushing

He was glad your eyes were closed so you couldn’t see it

Or the small smile that was forming on his face

Soon you drifted off into a peaceful dreamland

Race stayed awake for a little while just watching the movie

And making sure you slept peacefully

But eventually, the wear of the day mixed with the fact that he was also ill got to him

And he too drifted off into a peaceful slumber with you in his arms

Right where you belonged

Once school ended Sarah and Davey came over to your house to check on you

They had texted you earlier in the day to make sure that was okay

They let themselves into your house

And went up to your bedroom

Their jaws dropped when they saw you and Race cuddled up sleeping

Sarah immediately took out her phone and snapped a pic of you two

They decided you looked well taken care of

So they left a note on your desk and went home

About 20 mins later both your phone and Races were blowing up and awoke you from your peaceful slumber

You both checked your phone and the group chat was freaking out

You scroll up to the top of the new messages

NEW TEXT FROM: Sar Bear💖🐻

“Davey and I went to check on you two, but you seemed to be doing just fine without us 😉😍”

*insert picture of you and Race cuddled up with a Disney movie in the background*

All of the boys were hounding on you two in the chat

Sending heart eyes, key smashes, and “I SHIP IT"’s

Also some “I called it!” and “Use protection”’s

When you saw all this you were so embarrassed

You wanted to hide away forever

But before you could pull away from the cuddling position you were in with Race

He held you even tighter to his body

And gave you a small kiss on your forehead

Maybe getting tested wasn’t going to be too bad

As long as you had Race right by your side

#newsies #Modern Newsies #newsies musical #newsies modern au #newsies movie #92sies #newsies 1992 #newsies x reader #race x reader #race #racetrack #racetrack higgins #race higgens #race higgins x reader #racetrack x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #liz is writing #liz is creating #headcanons #writing #fanfic

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Imagine Kissing Race After the Strike

"We won!" Every Newsie was jumping, screaming, and slapping each other on the back. You were trying to find a particular newsboy, one who always had a cigar in his mouth. You spotted him, not too far away from Romeo, and you smirked. "Hey Higgins!" He swaggered over to you with a grin on his face. He was about to say something when you pulled him by his suspenders, his chapped lips meeting your's. He smelled like ink and tobacco. You could feel the remnants of fights,old scars from busted lips and burns from cheap cigars. You two were broken up by cheers and whistles. "Race gots himself a girl!"

#my newsies imagines #Racetrack x reader #Racetrack Higgens #TD Racetrack #Newsies

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Just Breathe

Race x Reader

Requested by: Anon

“YAS! THE QUEEN OF BROOKLYN ONE WAS SA GOOD!!! LOVED IT!!! But uh hey, can I ask for something a bit personal? Can I have one where the reader is having a panic attack and Race and the other boys are really helpful? It can be an HC or an imagine either way I would be eternally grateful!”

A/N: Thanks so much!! I had a bit of a hard time writing this imagine since I personally never had any panic attacks. If anything I wrote in this was incorrect and wrong, I’m really sorry please correct me or just inform me anything I did wrong and I’ll change it!! Also, this kinda turned out to be more a Race x Reader whoops. But anyways, I really hope you still enjoy this!!

Warnings: Panic Attacks?? 

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The panic attacks started when you were 12. You didn’t know what it was back then. Flailing your arms in your sleep, waking up sweaty; afraid. Your heart, racing as fast as a horse. Pounding. And pounding. And pounding. Your body, shaking. You couldn’t breathe. Your eyes were big and full of fear, hands clutched to your heart. You thought it was just another nightmare, and it would go away. You were wrong. They came almost every night. But four years had passed, and you were happily getting over it. Sure, you may have gotten a panic attack once or twice, but ever since you became a newsie, the number of panic attacks you had dropped drastically.

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The panic attack had passed, and you were currently laid down on your bed. Sitting up, you turned to your right, where a tired Racetrack lay, huddled next to you. You nudged him awake, wondering why he was in your bed instead of his own.

“Race?”

“Mmhm?”

You nudged him again.

“Are you awake?”

“Mmhm.”

He sat up, running a hand in an attempt to tame those curly locks of his. “You had another panic attack.” He simply stated, taking in your confused expression.

“Another one?”

He nodded, and found his cap and placed it on his head. “You passed out, but youse alright now aren’t ya? I was here the whole time.”

You just gulped and nodded. You passed out. That never happened before.

“I-uh thank you..” You simply stated, having nothing else to say.

Race gave you a small smile. “Hey, if anything like this happens again, I’m right by your side okay?”

You nodded your head and watched him walk off.

____

Ever since that day, Race had been the only one to calm you down. He was now your boyfriend after all. The boys could calm you down as well, but on those days, where your panic attacks were the worst, Race was the only one who could successfully stop those attacks. No other newsie could do it. Only Race.

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Fast forward to now, you hadn’t had a single panic attack this month. Everybody was doing fine. Everything was fine. You had convinced yourself that these panics wouldn’t come back anymore. Boy, you were wrong.

____

This time, this panic attack was the worst the boys had ever seen. Almost as bad as the time you passed out. You were in the middle of the Lodging House when it happened. Your lungs felt like there was a corset, tightening and tightening every time you took a breath. Your eyes were wild and dancing with a look of fear no one had seen before. Your head was spinning, you were bawling, and your whole body trembled like an earthquake.

Jack had come to your side, taking his hands and holding your shoulders.

“It’s alright, Breathe. You’ll be okay.”

This sentence had worked numerous of times when your attacks were not as severe, but you couldn’t stop shaking. Your whole body felt cold, you felt like this was it. A couple of Newsies started to run around, looking for the one person they knew who could help you.

Race.

Once the boy heard the news about you, he practically dropped his papers on the street and ran back at the speed of light. The way the boys described it, his heart ached. He hated seeing you like this.

As Jack continued to try and calm you down, your breathing became quicker.

“This ain’t working, where’s Race!” Jacked exclaimed, getting more and more nervous by the minute. Your face had gone pale, your eyes still dancing with a terrified expression on your face. The second Jack’s grasp on your shoulders became weaker, Race ran in, taking you gently in his arms. Everybody shuffled out of the room, knowing this was the time you two should be left alone. Race placed a hand on your face, softly stroking your cheek. His eyes were filled with worry, and the two of you stood there in complete silence.

His free hand, took yours in his and he intertwined his fingers with yours. His thumb stroked your knuckles gently, and your breathing slowed.

“Just breathe. Deep breaths. In- and out. In… and out.”

You followed his instructions, hands still shaking.

“I’m here now, It’s okay. ”

His voice was soft, quiet. The kind you’d use when holding a baby. Soothing. Calm. He gave you a small smile and wiped some of your tears away. “Everything is okay. You’re okay. I’m okay. We’re okay.”

The fear in your eyes had disappeared and you lifted your chin so that you’d be facing him. His hand lifted to brush a few strands of hair out of your face.

“Here, you should lie down.” He suggested, gesturing to one of the beds. You nodded, still a bit trembling, and lay down.

Race climbed in next to you and placed a hand around your waist. You just moved in so that your head was resting on his chest.

“Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.” He whispered into your hair, rubbing your arm up and down soothingly.

The two of you lay in a peaceful silence. It was perfect like this.

You were okay now.

As a couple of minutes passed, you broke the silence.

“Race?”

“Yes?”

His eyes had fluttered open, and you swear he was the most beautiful being you’ve ever seen.

“I-uh, I’m sorry about- the.. You know…” You said, trailing off at the end.

He shook his head. “It’s not your fault, you can’t control them.” he simply stated, then paused before adding, “Do you wanna talk about it?

“I-uh… not right now.”

“Alright.”

As the two of you lay there, Race brought his other hand to wrap around your waist.

“You okay now?”

You silently nodded, closing your eyes and bringing your head closer to his chest.

“You’re everything to me, you know that?”

What?

Your eyes shot open, and you simply stared at the blonde haired, newsboy cap cladded, boy laying in front of you.

“You really mean that?”

He`s never said anything like that before.

“Of course I do.” He smiled, bringing his finger up to lift your chin. His head leaned in, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours.

The two of you kissed plenty of times, but this kiss was different. This kiss was short, gentle and sweet. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the baby blue pools of his, and you just smiled to yourself.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered, giving you a small smile.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, earning you a small chuckle.

“I love you too, Race. I love you too.”

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Is this what love feels like? - Race x Reader

Race X Queen of Brooklyn Badass! Reader

Requested by: Anon

“Race x Queen of Brooklyn Badass!Reader? I would love you forever if you wrote this for me! (Not that I don’t already love you)”

A/N: Thank you anon!! Here’s what you asked for :)) It’s my first time writing an imagine so here we gooo + Sorry if she’s not as badass as you imagined! 

Also: I didn’t really edit this thoroughly so if there’s mistakes and such, ignore them haha

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Brooklyn. Friendliest place on earth, with the most friendly people. – Well, at least that’s what they say.

But to the Newsies of New York? They’d disagree.

Why? Because of the notorious Y/N L/N. That was why.

Secretive. Mysterious. Tough. And never spotted. She was known for being the most roughest and toughest newsie of New York. Only a few had seen her face and that made her sound even more intriguing that she was before. Always on the run from the fuzz, like a modern day Robin Hood. She only did what she had to do, and took what she had to take. The stealing and law-breaking was never for herself. It was for the children back at the refuge.

As a young girl, Y/N had spent most of her childhood at that crummy prison, struggling to feed herself everyday even until now. When she finally reached 15, she broke out of the miserable place to finally be free; visiting every so often to find food for the rest of the helpless children. Spot Conlon, King of Brooklyn at the time, had found her stealing food from a cafe, and he took her under his wing. They were inseparable since. He taught he everything she needed to know about New York: Street Smarts, how to soak someone, how to sell papes, and just regular everyday tips that would help her in life.

And how did you know all this?

Because you are her.

Y/N L/N, Queen of Brooklyn, was you.

And here you were, two years later. The supposed Queen of Brooklyn herself, running away from nothing. You had gotten sick of the same old city and wanted to see something new. Maybe a different city? Maybe a small town. All you knew is that you wanted to get out of Brooklyn for one damn day. And that’s what you decided to do. So tonight you were set. Tonight you were going to explore the unexplored. It sounded stupid, but hey. A girl’s gotta dream right?

___

It was dark. Not pitch black, but dark enough that you could see the shadows lurking behind you. Dark enough to get soaked without even knowing what hit you. The only light in sight was the multiple street lamps that produced the littlest amount of brightness, meaning you couldn’t see a thing. It was cold, and windy and you just wanted to rest.

“Stupid plan. I should’ve stayed in Brooklyn. There’s nothing here anyway.” You muttered to yourself, hugging the small vest you wore closer to your chest. No inn, or anywhere to sleep was in sight and you could swear no one would be out in the streets at this hour. Little did you know, there were two men creeping up behind you. Once you did notice though, you were pushed into an alley.

“Look at what we have here.” A voice sneered. “It’s one of them newsies. And it’s a goirl!”

You were on the ground and all you could see were two stocky, well built, men looking over you.

The Delancey brothers. You’ve heard a lot about them.

“Leave me alone.” You ordered, getting up to your feet. The men just grimaced and sent each other a look. One of them grabbed ahold of your hand and pulled it so that it would behind you head and out of reach. Wincing, you tried to punch him with your free hand, but the man had pinned that down too.

“I usually don’t beat up pretty women like you, but you look like street scum. And- you’re one of them filthy newsies.” The other man taunted.

“You’re going to regret this boys.” You warned them, giving each of them a glare as they laughed at you.

“Ohohoh- I’m soooo scared.” They laughed. “Are you gonna hurt me? Hm? You’re gonna hurt me?”

You brought up your head to look them straight in the eyes. “Why, Yes! However did you know?” You spat, sarcasm and false enthusiasm lacing in your tone. As the two men looked at each other puzzled, you brought up your leg and kicked one in the crotch. He winced in pain and immediately let go of your hands. The other one was about to bring his fist to your eye, and for a second you thought he would too, but as his arm flew towards you, you quickly ducked and dodged his punch. The man  you had kicked earlier was beginning to stand up but you swiftly kicked him back to the ground. 

You thought you had won, when suddenly, a punch was thrown towards your face. Grimacing in pain, you brought a hand to your eye. That was definitely gonna leave a mark in the morning. As you lay on the ground, shaking and awaiting a hard kick from one of the two, you suddenly hear a pounding of footsteps, some shouting and next thing you knew, you were sitting up, facing an incredibly worried blonde haired boy. He had a cigar between his teeth, and his eyes danced with worry. 

“Hey Miss, You alright?” The boy asked, timidly taking his hand and brushing some hair out of your eyes. As you looked up at him, you gave him a small frown.

“I could’ve taken them. I didn’t need your help.” You state, picking yourself off the ground. “I would’ve soaked ‘em by now.”

The boy cocked an eyebrow and gave you a knowing look. “Sure you would.” He smirked, as he proceeded to sit on a nearby bench. “You have a black eye and a busted lip. If I hadn’t come along, you’d be a goner.” 

He patted the seat next to him and you sluggishly walked over. As you sat down next to this hero of some sort, you began to notice some more of his features. Under this dim light, his eyes appeared to be a navy blue. His tousled locks appeared golden under the street lamp, and his newsboy cap was tilted at the slightest. At least, you believed he was a Newsie. He practically had all the qualities to be one. 

“Hey-uh Miss?” He said, breaking the silence. Bringing your head to look up at him, he gave you a small smile. “You sure youse alright?”

Your head was spinning, and you honestly felt like shit, but this boy somehow was making you feel better. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered, sending him another smile.

“Could I get ‘ya name then?” 

“Could I get your’s first?” You asked, giving him a teasing smirk. 

“Fine, I’m Racetrack- Just call me Race. Ise one of them Manhattan Newsies nearby.” Race answered, taking off his cap to run his hand through his hair. 

That was hot do that again.

You only smiled and nodded. “Racetrack hm? Nice name.”

“Could I get yours now?” He asked, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t just give away your name now. You were the Queen of Brooklyn. Once you told him your name, he wouldn’t treat you normally anymore. At least that’s what happened when you told some newsies at the Bronx before. And besides, the lesser people that knew about you and your appearance, the lesser descriptions the cops would have.

“How about you find me a place to stay and I’ll think about it.” You offered, being amused at his impatient reaction.

“Fine. We’ll go to the Lodging house. Come on, this way.”

___

As the two of you neared the Lodging house, he stopped in his tracks.

“Alright- before ‘ya go in, you have to be real quiet. The guys in here are already sleeping and they ‘aint like being woken up.” He informed you, keeping his voice at a hush.

You just nodded in understanding, following Race.

“Here, you can sleep on my bed, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”

Widening your eyes you shook your head. “No, I couldn’t. Here, I’ll just move over. You can sleep on that side of the bed.” You declined, scooting over to the side you’d be sleeping on.

As you waited for his response, all you got was a cocky smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Wanting to share beds with me already? My my, someone’s taking it too fast.”

Your face got red and you lightly slapped his arm. “Shuddup. Can we just sleep?” You whined, not wanting to suffer from more embarrassment. Race nodded his head in amusement and scooted in beside you. Your gaze was directed towards the ceiling, not wanting to make any eye contact with him. While you played with your fingers, which was a nervous habit, Race cleared his throat.

“Are you alright?” He asked nonchalantly, placing both of his hands behind his head.

You nodded silently, before turning to face him. “And what about you?” you questioned. “You doing okay?”

He only sighed and smiled to himself. “The prettiest girl in New York is right next me, of course I’m alright.” He muttered quietly so you couldn’t hear.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. A million things were running through your mind. Quite a handsome boy was laying next to you at the moment. Too bad you had to leave early the next morning. You didn’t need to run far away. Right here was good enough. And you could sense that back in Brooklyn, Spot was worried sick. You couldn’t leave him there without telling him. Not after all he’d done for you. 

Opening your eyes, you took a look at Race beside you. He had significantly moved in closer, for his nose was inches away from yours. His eyelids were fluttered shut and the corner of his mouth were tugged into a shy smile. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Turning again so you’d face him, he mumbled something then placed his arm around your waist. You held your breath, squirming out of this awkward situation, but once you were out of his grasp, he stirred. His arm reached for you again, and this time you moved in. He hugged you tightly, pressing you against his chest.

Woah, He’s really warm.

You took a look at him if he was fully asleep, and once you could confirm he was, you slowly let your head rest in the crook of his neck. You felt peaceful here. Safer than you’ve ever felt.

You felt like home.

Fluttering your eyelids closed, you smiled, not wanting for tomorrow to come.

___

Morning had dawned, and you still had a few hours before the rest of the Newsies woke up. You had gotten up an hour ago, and you were prepared to leave. As you quietly crept towards the exit, you suddenly heard an audible groan.

Turning your head quietly to the sound of the noise, you were met with a sleepy Racetrack. His usually untamed hair had gone even more crazy, as it was curled up in different directions. You stifled a laugh to see him like this. This wasn’t the same boy you met last night.

And that was also a good thing. Race looked so good in the morning. His face glowed, even though he looked deadpanned and tired. Why was he so- so -

“Where are you goin?” Race interrupted your thoughts. “Wait- don’t tell me you’re leavin already!” He exclaimed, getting a few whines from the boys.

“I hafta go, Race.” You shushed him, then explained that you had to leave now or you’d waste time. He only nodded his head and frowned as you sent him a small wave “goodbye”.

“Wait!”

You stopped in your tracks, and faced the sleepy boy once again.

“I never got your name.”

You looked at the boy, and how fond you thought of him even though you’d only met him last night. No one was awake, and if you told him your name, none of his friends would believe him since you would’ve left.

You’ve got nothing to lose.

As Race awaited your answer, you walked back over to him and whispered your name in his ear. His eyes widened as he looked you up and down again. He had just met the Queen of Brooklyn herself.

More importantly, he had met her with all her borders down. Her soft side. The side she’d never admit she had.

As Race stood there, awestruck, you gave him a peck on the cheek and proceeded back to the exit to start your trip back to Brooklyn.

“Visit me in Brooklyn sometime alright?” You said as you gave him a wide grin.

“I sure will.”

As he watched you run out the exit, he sighed and smiled to himself. His chest felt all fuzzy and warm, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face.

Is this was love felt like?

‘Cause I could get fucking used to this.

___

So this was my first imagine/actual writing thing!! Hope you enjoyed :)) - 🐸 

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Green with Envy

Jealous Reader x Race

Word Count: 990

Requested by: Anonn

“Hey! Could you write a fic or hc about the reader getting jealous of race instead of the other way around? I’ve seen a lot of race getting jealous and there are barely any of the reader getting all worked up about race. P.S., I really like what you write, you got a lot of natural aptitude”

A/N: I really really loved writing this :))) + I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger of some sort so expect a part two coming soon!!

It wasn’t your fault that you had to fall for him.

It also wasn’t your fault that he looked so good all the time.

The way he ran his hand through his hair when he took off his cap, the way his eyes lit up whenever he smiled, the way he was just so- so.. Perfect.

All that- you blamed him.

It was another day in the city of Manhattan, the birds were- well to be honest, the birds were noisy.

The sound of groaning newsboys filled your ear as the sun crept in through the windows, and you did the same once you awakened by a rough jolt to your shoulder. Eyes fluttering open, you lazily smiled as you came face to face with your selling partner for the day, which also happened to be the certain boy your heart was pining for.

“Mornin’ Y/N.” Race chirped. “Ready to sell some papes?”

You always wondered where this boy got the energy this early in the morning. He had no sign of a rough night in his eyes, and even though everyday he worked hard and slept late, he was always excited for the morning to come. You on the other hand, could sleep for a week and still be tired.

Race shook your shoulder once again, only to be replied with a yawn coming from you.

“Mornin’ Race- Five more minutes?” You sighed sleepily, nuzzling your head into your pillow.

The cigar cladded newsboy only smirked before pulling the covers off the bed. Your hands tried to take it from his grasp, but he was too strong and he ended up pulling you off the bed.

What a great way to start the day. You thought to yourself, pulling yourself up from the floor. Race looked down on you, smirk still on his face as he saw the position you were currently in.

“You need help?” He chuckled smugly, placing his hands on his hips in amusement.

“Oh shut up.”

Race and you hawked headlines all morning. The two of you had this little game you like to play which helped made both of your morning much more tolerable. You see, whoever could make up the most bizarre headlines and manage to sell the most papes by noon, would have to buy the other one lunch. You had a winning streak: 4 days in a row to be exact, and you weren’t going to let him ruin this for you.

Now lunch had quickly come, and you were down to your 19th pape, meaning that you were more than halfway done. You smirked to yourself knowing that Race would lose as you yelled out another headline. A man scurried in, gave you a penny and off he went.

18 papes to go.

As you leaned against the brick wall building behind you, your eyes flitted to Race, who was at the other side of the street, attracting a few pretty customers who were passing by.

“Care for a pape miss?” You heard him say, when two ladies your age sauntered up to him, smiling at each other.

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy in your chest as he sweet talked the two women. Their hair was identically put up in neat buns and their dresses were colourful and filled with intricate patterns you couldn’t make out from where you were standing. As you squinted your eyes to look them over, you then looked at yourself in the reflection of a store window.

Mud stained boots, ripped overalls, a striped t-shirt that looked more grey than white- of course he liked those girls better.

A loud giggling had caught your attention, making you turn your head swifty at the sound.

Race had given them a kiss on their hands, winking at them as they walked off chit-chatting like little girls. You hadn’t noticed, but your hands were clenched tightly around the paper you were holding, crumpling it.

A new look was glazed in your eyes: Jealousy

You noticed the paper you were about to sell turn out crumpled once you released your clench.

Well, let's make that 17 papers left.

“Y/N!” You heard Race call from the other side of the street. He waved his nearly empty news bag and sent you a smug grin. To his surprise, instead of a teasing smile, or a gloating gesture, he was met with your stone cold eyes and unhappy frown. Race’s face now was spread with a look of confusion, before he crossed the street and ended up at your side.

“Hey- uh.. You alright?” His brows were furrowed, one hand on your shoulder, the other gripping his news bag. “Bad day of selling?”

You only shrugged off the gesture- and his hand, then briskly walked over to the cafe at the end of the street. Race followed, jogging at your pace, wheezing slightly once the two of you reached the cafe.

“Y/N- Are- hey-” Race began, before catching his breath. “What’s wron- Oh hello again.”

Your focused traveled from the delicious baguettes you could see from the window to the one of the same ladies you had seen earlier. Her lipstick was bright red, skin free from any stain or dirt- she looked like one of the girls that you’d see in the theater.

Race’s focus was also trained on the lady, cracking a few jokes and flirty comments making you roll your eyes. After a few minutes of having to hear Race flirt with the girl in front of you, you had enough.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you spared no “goodbye” for Race as you walked away to who knows where.

Once Race saw you leave, he immediately dropped the conversation with the girl, looking around searching for where you had gone to.

As Race searched through your favorite hiding spots in the city, only one thought ran through his mind:

What was her deal?

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Green With Envy // Part 2

Race x Reader

Words: 480 ish 

Tags: @interwebseriesfan24

A/N: It’s part two yay!! There’s probably going to be a part three bc i have suddenly been getting so many ideas (and i’m too lazy to end this tonight so wooo)

A/A/N: I’m aware it’s short lmao + maybe after im finished writing the full thing and shit, i’ll just copy and paste it into one big fic

“As Race searched through your favorite hiding spots in the city, only one thought ran through his mind:

What was her deal?”

Y/N wasn’t the one to just leave without dismissing herself. Well, at least not until now. The streets of Manhattan were almost empty, the occasional man or woman out on the street feverishly walking home appearing every so often. It was already dark, and Race’s heartbeat grew faster every passing minute. He couldn’t seem to find where you have gone during this hour, and it was killing him slowly. Newsies who stayed out late either got beat up by the Delanceys- or worse, got taken to the Refuge; and he sure as hell couldn’t let eany of those things happen to you. He’d checked the lodging house five times, your favourite hiding spots- even Medda’s theater. But no luck.

The sky was now a deep shade of blue, the moon peeking out behind the clouds more and more as Race continued to search for you.

Where is she?

Frantic thoughts began to cloud his head, wondering what could have happened to you.

You could’ve gotten back already. Or got taken away.

Why did she leave anyway? She never does this. 

Did I do anything wrong?

Or was she just being petty today?

Race couldn’t pinpoint what he was feeling.

Worry, of course, but then something burned inside him.

A weird fiery feeling- anger? frustration? ...Passion?

Forget about it.

Half an hour had passed and the tired out newsie had had enough. As Race trudged back to the lodging house, unable to be worried or angry, a sudden rustle had caught his attention. His gaze was trained onto a seemingly moving figure climbing down a tree and- “Y/N?”

Her head whipped around, exposing her red eyes, still brimming with tears, and a frown. The cuffs of her jeans were muddy, sleeves looking the same- Y/N looked like she walked through hell and back.

“Y/N! Where were you!?” Race yelled, surprised at how loud the volume of his voice was. He hadn’t taken the time to notice your appearance, and his head throbbed with worry, relief and frustration all at once.

“Where was I?! Why do you care! You were so interested in that pretty lady on the street- you didn’t even take the time to talk to me at least once!” You retorted, pushing him aside.

Race groaned, exasperated at how you were behaving. “I spent a full two hours looking for you!”

An inaudible murmur escaped your lips as you slung your newsie bag over your shoulder. Your eyes were no longer brimming with tears yet you felt the need to cry. Sniffling, you trudged your way back to the lodging house, Race closely following you behind.

Step, step.

“Y/N?/”

Another step.

“Y/N.”

Quicker, faster steps.

“Y/N. Stop.”

Light jogging, a pounding of footsteps following behind.

A hand on your shoulder.

You stopped.

“Y/N- Why did you leave?”

“What?” You ask, turning on your heel to face the questioning blue eyed boy.

“Why did you leave.” Race pushed, arms crossed, eyes filled with longing and concern. Your gaze was now trained on the pavement, mind stuck between telling the truth or lying, only to have this secret stir in your soul for a longer amount of time.

As Race stood there, patiently waiting for an answer, you finally gave him one.

“...I was jealous.”

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The Penthouse

Race x Reader

Requested by: Anon

“can I get a request of what it would be like to sleep at the lodging house and have a bad night, so they end up sneaking to Jack’s penthouse? cuddling should definitely ensue with him!”

A/N: Hnfgajshahsa the ending is kinda rushed ughhhh

I tried y’all.

I’m just rlly tired hnghg

It was the night after the big brawl on the street at you were tired out. Your head was still spinning, your arm was bruised, the pain still bothered you and you couldn’t sleep. The Delanceys had shook you good and you got the bruises to prove it.

As you lay, very much awake in your bed, your eyes travelled to see an also very much awake Racetrack, sitting up in his bunk.

His eyes met yours, and in a matter of seconds, he was at your side, a small smile planted on his face.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, his figure slightly slumping. The moonlight that seeped through the window made his hair look shimmering gold, and his eyes a metallic blue.

As you moved your body to face him, you slighty chuckled before saying, “You don’t got a penny.”

The corners of his mouth were turned into a small smile, before a look of worry was etched on his face.

“Seriously though Y/N, youse alright?” Race asked, moving closer so that your faces were inches apart. Your breath hitched as you’ve never been this close to the cigar clad newsie before.

You’d never admit it, but you’ve always had a crush on Race. A big one too. And him being literally inches apart from you didn’t help hide your feelings.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a small: “Y/N?”

Lifting your head, you smiled weakly.

“What?”

Your eyes followed his gaze, and suddenly his finger was lifted and softly tracing over the bruise you earned earlier.

“Who did this to ya?” Race asked, worry lacing through his voice.

Shrugging your arm away from his grasp, you quietly muttered your answer.

“Delanceys.”

You could sense Race’s muscles tense as he stood up. Before he could punch a wall or anything, you grabbed his arm and shook your head no.

His heart softened, then he an idea came to his mind.

“I’m sure Jack wouldn’t mind if we… um…”

You smiled softly, knowing already what he meant.

“Penthouse?”

“Penthouse.”

It was dark and cold up there.

Scattered stars filled the midnight sky, the faint smell of city smoke wafted through the air, and a small breeze was blowing which made you shiver. The only light was the moon and as you stared off into the distance, you could make out the faint skyline of the city you lived in.

As you sat on one corner of the penthouse, knees to your chest, you felt Race move in closer to you, his body facing yours once again. Before you could say anything though, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your eyes widened and for a split second, all you could think of was “!!!” Before you melted into his embrace.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the two of you just sat there, taking in each other.

As Race held you to his chest, he smiled, noticing a billion more little things he’s never noticed about you before.

Like the way you smelled faintly of vanilla, or how your flyways tickled his nose when his face got too close to hair.

Or the way his hand felt against your back, it felt like Home.

He felt like Home.

“Race?”

Your small voice broke his train of thought and he averted his gaze to you.

Race hummed a response earning a grin from you.

“Thank you.”

The next morning, the two of you awoke to a smirking Jack, who was sketching Race and you all cuddled up in a corner.

Let’s just say Jack never let you live it down, and something new blossomed between Race and you.

A new feeling.

Warm, like last night. And all fuzzy and cozy and just-

Love.

Something like that.

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Please send requests, prompts, etc!!

I'll write pretty much anything that isn't NSFW and I'd love to know what you'd like to read!!

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Race having a crush on you HC’s

requested by: Anon

Hope you enjoy!

•••

- Alrighty let’s get this started

- So you’d be a newsie obvi

- And on your first day on the job, Jack makes Race your selling partner

- All the boys would be like: “Ooooo he’s gonna get it.” And they’d all tease him and tell him to woo you and shit

- And Race would just approach you and all the guys would think he’d make some flirty comment

- Bc Race is kinda known for being a HUGE FLIRT at times

- But he doesn’t flirt with you to your surprise

- he’s just super flustered

- SMITTEN ASF

- And you’d be equally as flustered bc

- DAMN

- You’d think to yourself: he has such pretty eyes and his hair looks so soft and- AH Y/N NO ITS YOUR FIRST DAY HERE JUST SELL PAPES

- Anywaaays - You and Race would go and sell papes - And you’d kinda be bad at it lol - So Race would be all like: “Oh, here I’ll help you out.” - And he’d just be rlly helpful and shit - And you’re totally oblivious and you’d just think He’s tryna be nice - And after a week of selling, he’s officially your permanent selling partner - You both loved that since you both had developed a teensy crush on each other - Neither of you knew tho - CUZ YOURE BOTH OBLIVIOUS ASF - The guys would all tease him bc they all just kinda knew - Race would try to hide his feelings from you but - THE GUYS KNEW IT WAS SO OBVIOUS - For example: - Romeo would be all like: “Hey Race, what do you think of Y/N?” - Races face would go extremely red - “I-uh- I think she’s great! - “Just Great?” - “Uh- Yup. Very great. The greatest.” - “You- You don’t like her or anything right?” - Races face would go even redder - “No! Course not! We’s just friends! Why would you think that!” - The rest of the guys would be eavesdropping on the conversation - Romeo would just nod - “Alright, well if you’re not gonna ask her/him out, then I will.” - Race would then bounce up from where he was sitting and start yelling at poor Romeo - “NO! DONT! DONT ASK HER OUT!” - “W-what why?!” - “B-because- uh- I- um. She- she ain’t interested in you.” - “And how do you know that?” - “She-uh-told me- Yeah. She told me.”

- Romeo would just roll his eyes - “Alright then.” - MEANWHILE - It was a Saturday and you got a day off from selling papers - You were at a café with your new friend Katherine, who Jack recently introduced you to - And you were talking to each other about a bunch of random things until Race was suddenly the topic - “I’ve seen you with Race before. Don’t you sell papers with him?” - “Oh- yeah. He’s my selling partner.” - “Are you two a thing?????” - “What! No!” - Katherine just smirks - And then somehow she manages to get you to spill all your feelings for Race - She convinces you to wear one of her dresses the next day and you reluctantly say yes - TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT DAY - The morning bell just rung and all the guys were getting their papes from Weasel - And then you show up - And WOWOWOW - EVERYONES JAW DROPS - especially Race’s - All the guys would just look at you and then look at race and they’d all smirk - From that moment race knew he was whipped like damnnn - SELLING PAPES WAS SO HARD FOR HIM SINCE HE’D JUST BE STARING AT YOU THE WHOLE TIME

- For example: - “Race? You’ve sold like 2 of your papers... is everything okay?” - “Oh- um- yeah. Uh huh.” - “Oh- okay.” - You knew he was staring but you didn’t know he was staring at you - So you thought it was some other girl on the street - Later that day, you go over to Katherine’s place and then tell her how the dress didn’t get Race’s attention - So Katherine gives you a different idea: - Make him jealous - SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN FOLKS - The next day you decided to do exactly what Kath told you to do - It’s just an ordinary day and you’re selling papes - And this man, around your age just walks past and Race calls out a headline - The man comes towards you guys and Race tries to sell him the paper - But the man is kinda stubborn Sooo - You start to like play with the man’s tie and shit and be all flirty and seductive - And out of the corner of your eye you can see race’s jaw clench and he tightens his first - The man eventually buys the paper to your success - And you continue to flirt with other guys the whole day - Race is super super jealous but then he’s low key kinda sad bc - You were literally everything to him - And now he feels like he’s not good enough - And that made him angry and sad and confused - So at the end of the day, while you two were walking back he stops in his tracks and you do the same

- “Y/N?” - “Everything alright Race?” - And then he’d just shake his head no and start straight off rambling about how much you meant to him and how he really really really liked you and you’re heart just kinda exploded at this point bc - HE LIKES YOU - and he’s halfway into his rambling rant and you just kiss him - Which stops him immediately - “W-what? Why- I- but-“ - He’s all breathless and his face is pink and he’s giving you this cute small shy kinda smile - And you’d just laugh - “I like you. Just you. No one else.” - “I kinda figured that out already.” - You’d just roll your eyes and smile to yourself and he’d wrap his arms around your waist - Your arms are around his neck and you’re just in this comfortable silence - “Y/N?” - “Mmhm?” - “Kiss me agin, will ya?” - You just give him this giddy grin and kiss him again, this time, no rambling - You felt him smile into the kiss and your life is just damn complete at that moment

BONUS

- When you both walk back to the Lodging house hand in hand all the boys run up to you and start asking a bunch of questions - “Who kissed who first!” - “Did Y/N or Race confess first?!” - “Are you two a thing now?!” - And you both would just laugh and quickly answer the questions - Let’s just say, some newsies got some extra money tonight - You and Race just laugh and he kisses you on the cheek - “SHES MINE BOYS!” He’d announce and pump his fists in the air - She’s finally mine.

•••

MY MY ANOTHER LONG HC LIST

I’m gonna start writing imagines soon :))))

Anyways hope you liked this!!

- 🐸 (I realized they don’t have a green bean emoji so here’s a froggo instead)

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Race taking care of you when you’re sick would include...

This greenbean decided to write some headcanons so here we go!!!

(This is set in a more modern time period btw)

•••

So obviously, you’re sick

D U H

It’s probably just the flu or a cold or something

Anyways

you and Race would be like walking through the streets of New York when all of a sudden

*cue cough here*

Race would just look at you and INTERROGATION MODE BEGIN

“Y/N are you alright? What did you do yesterday? What did you do yesterday? Are you cold? Hot? I mean, obviously you’re hot but like- are you feeling well?? Y/N?????

“Race, I just *sniffle* coughed. I swear I’m feeling alr- *sneeze*

And Race would just tug you all the way back to your apartment

“Race what are yo-“

He’d carry you to your bedroom and wrap you in blankets and pillows

“No. You are sick. You are going to stay here.”

This boi would act like your mom oml

“Are you warm enough?”

“Need more blankets?”

“Is it too hot?”

“Y/N do you want soup? I’m gonna make you soup.”

And He’d go into the kitchen and be like hella confused with all the ingredients

“What do I do with this. No. What. Ah!”

“HOW DO I BOIL THE PASTA?!”

“CAN I MICROWAVE THIS??”

Makes a huge mess

Eventually just finds an instant noodle ramen package thing and just cooks that instead

Takes it to your room and he’d serve you ramen noodles in bed

He’d turn on the tv and then put on your favourite show on Netflix and you two would just be watching in a comfortable silence

Him being low key jealous of your little crush on a certain lead character guy/girl actor character thing

You having to subtly reassure him that you love him more

“Oh, that guy isn’t that great.”

“Race can’t you do that? I think you do it better.”

That little shit smirking because YES! HE CAN!

After you’re done eating your noodles, mama™ Race would turn into fluffy™ and clingy™ race since he hasn’t really gotten to give you hugs or kisses for the majority of the day

CUZ YOU WERE SICK :(((

He’d climb into bed with you and whine for cuddles

“But Race im sick. You don’t want to be sick too”

*cue whine here*

“But I want cuddles”

“Race…”

He’d pout and then rest his head on your lap

Even tho you’re sick rn you just can’t help but to run your fingers through his curly blonde locks

THEY ARE SOFT ASF

He closes his eyes and he’s just super comfy and happy awh

You’d smile to yourself and when you think he’s asleep, he’d sit right back up again and demand for more

“Cuddles!”

“You’re awake?!”

“Cuddles!!!”

“I’m sick!”

He wouldn’t care

He’d pull you out of your blanket burrito and then

CUDDLES

He’d press you against his chest and he’d plant kisses on anywhere he could place them

Your face, arms, neck, basically anywhere

You just giggle since

ITS RACE DUH

and you can’t help it

After a while you tell him you’re tired and want to sleep

Race would pout but eventually he’d leave

SKIP TO 15 MINUTES LATER HAHA

You’re sleeping in your bed and covered in blankets

And then

Something starts moving and squirming closer towards you

And you roll around to face the way where the squirming is coming from

And you’re face to face with a smiling Race

“Hello again.”

“Race- but im sick! Can I just sleep please?”

He’d just hug his arms around your waist and bury his head into your neck

His floofy hair would kinda tickle you but you liked it

“Can I sleep here too?” He’d ask

“Fine. Just- no more interruptions okay?”

“Wait- just one more thing alright?”

*sigh*

“What?”

And then he’d kiss you

You’d pull back and be like “IM SICK???”

“I needed to do that though.”

“S I C K”

Race would silence you with another kiss

You’d just sigh and smile to yourself

HE’S SUCH A HASSLE BUT YOU LOVE HIM ANYWAYS

And then the two of you would fall asleep

SIKE

You’d be asleep and Race wouldn’t

Because at 4 AM in the morning he’d just say “I love you” multiple times in your ear

You’d mumble it back

And he’d just cuddle you and bury his head in your hair

And he’s just so happy

And In love

And you’re so happy

And in love

And you’re both just beans in love my gosh

—

IM SORRY ITS SO LONG ITS MY FIRST TIME DOING THIS AH

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Cigars and Sunrises - [r.h. x reader] - Part 2

Summery: Race has introduced you to the newsies, and now it’s time for you to be getting back home. But are you actually going back?

Words: 397

Characters: You, Jack, Crutchie (mentioned), Albert (briefly), Race

Request: nope

Warnings: none, I think 

A/n: Again, I didn’t write this one. If you guys want there to be a next part, I’ll write it, since this is the last one my bestfriend wrote. 

Part 1

Jack led you up to the roof through the fire escapes. At the top there was a decent view of Manhattan, and you could see the river in the distance.

“Well, this is it.” he smiled and spread his arms, spinning around slowly as if to show off his home.

“It’s really nice.” You said. “So this is your…penthouse?”

“Indeed Miss (Y/n).”

“You’re the only one that stays up here?” You asked.

“Well, me and Crutchie. Like he said, yous is welcome to stay up here if you want. It can get a bit crowded down there with all the other fellas.” Jack explained.

You thought for a moment. Race had said that all of the newsies were trustworthy, and Jack seemed nice, but you were still hesitant.

“I don’t know…I should probably go back home if I’m being honest.” You turned away and headed towards the fire escape to go back down.

“You got a home?”

“Yes.”

“Why’d you leave?”

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

There was silence for a moment, with only the distant sounds of the city down below.

“Hey I’m sorry, that’s none of my business.”

“No it’s okay. But I’m going to go now.”

“Are you gonna sell papes with us?”

You smiled. “Maybe. Goodnight Jack.”

As you made your way back down, you ran into Race and a boy that he had introduced as Albert.

“Hey hey where ya goin’?” Albert asked.

“I don’t know.” you replied.

Race took his cigar out of his mouth and put his arm around you.

“You ain’t stayin’ up in the penthouse with Jack and Crutchie?”

“No. I think I’m going home.”

“Well I’m walking ya there.”

You didn’t say anything but started to walk away, Race trailing behind you.

“I...I’m not really going home.” you confessed.

“I know.”

“How did you know?”

“The way yous came stumblin’ into that alley today, didn’t seem like you wanted to be going back to where ya came from any time soon.”

You were siljent, and he continued.

“So as I see it, you really should at least come and stay with Albert and me and the rest of the guys. You can sell papes with us during the day too!”

“But I’d be the only girl.”

“That don’t matter.” He took your hand. “We’ll take care of ya, (Y/n). I’ll take care of ya.”

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The Carnival - part 2

Summery: You and Race spend some time playing games at a carnival

Request: nope

Warnings: none

Characters: reader, Ractrack Higgins

Words: 403

A/n: So um yeah I decided to turn this into a series. There’s more to come. This is really short, sorry. Also I’m writing this at 12:30 and I’m tired so I feel like the writing is really bad so sorry if it is. 

Part 1: [x]

You and your boyfriend, Racetrack Higgins, walked through the carnival, hand in hand. It was your first time going, but it was his second. So, of course, he considered himself an expert. 

“You can’t have a carnival without food. Especially fries. Or soup. Or hotdogs.” His eyes lit up. “Or cotton candy.” 

You giggled. “What’s cotton candy?” you asked. It sounded like something that you make clothing out of. 

Race’s eyebrows shot up in mock surprise. “You don’t know? Well, I’se is gonna have ta show ya then.”

A minute later you were about to try cotton candy for the first time. You put a small bit in your mouth and felt the strange sensation as it melted. Your eyes widened and you reached for more. 

“You like that, don’t ya?” he asked, laughing. You nodded vigorously, making him laugh even harder. 

“So, what’s next?” you ask, licking what’s left of the cotton candy off of your fingers. 

“Games,” he said, very ominously. You raised your eyebrows in question, and he grabbed your hand, sticky fingers and all, and pulled you to the nearest booth. You watched in wonder as the people currently playing the game popped almost all of the balloons with the water gun, winning themselves a large bear. 

Your eyes lit up. Seeing your interest, Race put some money on the booth. “I’ll give it a try.”

Five minutes later, you’re laughing, but Race hasn’t made any progress. 

“C’mon Race, we gotta see the rest of the fair, too.”

“No. I’s is getting you a prize if it’s the last thing I do.” He put more money on the booth. You admired his determination, but you really did want to see the rest of the carnival, and besides, he was spending almost all of his money. 

“Race-” you started again, just as a buzzer dinged. 

“We have a winner!” cried the game master. Grinning, Race turned back to look at you. You stood there in shock, still not quite sure what was happening when Race handed you the largest bear you had ever seen. He took your hand again, and the two of you walked around a bit more, you still in a bit of a daze. You bought some fries, and had a lunch of soup.

“So, what’s next?” you asked in between bites. 

Race’s eyes lit up.

“I’m glad you asked.” He smirked, glancing over at the rides.

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