#racetrack higgins x fem!reader

[youaintnothinbuta]

racetrack higgins x reader smut—maybe they getting all dolled up to go to a fancy party with katherine and jack and race can’t take his eyes off of her (the reader)

“You’re no less desperate than me.” - racetrack higgins x reader

Summary: You, Race, Katherine and Jack go to a big party being thrown at Medda’s theatre. Race can’t keep his eyes off of you (not that he ever really can) and it all gets too much, he just has to pull you away into a seperate room and fuck the neediness out.

Pairing: Racetrack Higgins x fem!reader

Word count: 1100

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, no foreplay, coarse language, etc. probably typos <3

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The evening was filled with anticipation as Race, you, Jack, and Katherine prepared for a party at Medda's theatre. It was a special night, one you’d all been looking forward to for a long time.

You and Katherine were hogging the bathroom mirror, the boys left to use the one in the room. Your laughter and hers filled the room as you traded typical girl talk, complimenting each other and joking around, talking about how excited you were for the night.

“Could you do my back, Kate?” You asked, pulling your hair out the way. She put down her brush and moved behind you, helping you do up the back of your dress.

“Turn.” She spoke, brushing your shoulders and fixing your hair.

“Perfect.” She smiled, you turned to look at yourself in the mirror.

Jack and Race on the other hand, were busy fixing their collars and hair and in the other room. As Race brushed his fingers through his hair, he couldn't help but steal glances at you through the little view of you he had from around the corner.

Finally unable to resist any longer, Race approached you with a charming grin. “Y/N, you look stunning,” he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

You blushed at the compliment, a smile gracing your lips. "Thank you, Race. You're not looking too shabby yourself."

At the theatre, the party was in full swing, so many people were there, everyone dancing and mingling. Never ones to say no to a dance, the boys quickly got comfortable twirling the two of you around, earning some rather impressed looks from onlookers and of course, compliments from Medda herself.

Race, though, was struggling. The crowd of people was so big that he made sure to stay behind you as you moved around. More than once, people would so carelessly bump into you, and consequently your ass would brush against Race’s lap, he’d wince to himself every time.

He had been unable to tear his eyes away from you all night, he couldn’t wait any longer. With a sense of urgency, Race finally pulled you aside from the bustling crowd, leading you to a side room that offered a moment of seclusion from the party. As the door clicked shut behind you, the noise from the party faded into a distant hum, leaving just the two of you.

“What’s up?” You asked. Race's hands found your waist as he drew you close, his eyes never leaving yours.

“God, I’m trying so hard not to rip that thing to shreds.” He huffed, his eyes desperately wandering over your dress.

You looked down to smile, you chose this dress firstly because you liked it, secondly because you knew Race would enjoy seeing you in it too. “What, you don’t like it?” You playfully teased.

“I hate it,” he shook his head, much to your surprise, “I didn’t know I could be so jealous of a bit of fabric but god, I hate that it’s wrapped around you and I’m not.”

“Race.” You mumbled his name with a smile.

His voice was husky and filled with longing as he said, “I’ve been trying to do this all night.” Without further ado, he closed the distance between you, his lips passionately claiming yours. His lips were warm and insistent, his hands tenderly cradling your face as if he couldn’t get enough of your taste. His hands crept their way down to your thighs, his way of saying ‘jump’.

He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he walked you towards the wall. Instantly you started squirming around in his grip, trying to get any sort of friction you could from him.

“Jesus, fuck,” He breathed out with a smile, “you’re no less desperate than me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” You mumbled, placing your lips back on his, gripping his shirt as he put you down and fiddled to get his belt undone. He brought his fingers to his mouth, letting his saliva coat them, knowing this wasn’t exactly the longest he’d ever spent on foreplay. His arm tucked under the skirt of your dress, trying to find your underwear to pull to the side. To his surprise, his fingers immediately made contact with your skin, his body jolted forward into you at the feeling of his spit covered fingers being practically pulled inside of your pussy, almost sending him into oblivion. He just let out a smug chuckle as he worked his fingers inside of you, throwing his head back, not quite able to process how much he so desperately needed you.

You reached for his cock, holding your dress up around your waist, inviting him to fuck you already. He pulled his fingers from you, instead using his hand to bring the tip of his cock to your body, brushing it through your folds and into your body. You let out a sharp hiss as he immediately began to thrust, not giving you any time to adjust to his body. Messily, your hips grinded against his with every forward motion, the two of you whining and breathing down each others necks and into each others ears as he fucked you. He let out a growl as he lifted one of your legs up, giving himself better access. He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing quick circles, while you choked back every scream and squeal that was trying so hard to surface from your throat. Your thighs trembled as he continued to rub your clit, he felt your body coat his cock in wetness as your walls contracted around him, your orgasm sending you forward into his chest.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic and even quicker, “I’m gonna come.”

You fell to your knees in front of him, giving him your mouth release into, as nothing else would have been quite appropriate, considering you weren’t at home.

“Oh, good girl.” He smiled, his hand pumping himself. His other hand reached for the side of your head, holding you still as he filled your throat with his cum. He groaned in between breaths, emptying the last of his orgasm into your mouth. With one bob of your throat, you swallowed, looking up at him as sweat beads gathered on his forehead.

“Fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart, that’s my girl.” He helped you up, kissing you as you became eye level with him again. You stood there with him, both of you needing a moment to gather both your breath and your thoughts.

“I love you.” Race was the first to speak.

“I love you too,” you smiled, “we should probably find Jack and Katherine, they’re probably wondering where we went.”

Race laughed, tucking his shirt neatly back into his pants before doing them back up, “Alright.”

A/N IM SORRY IF THIS FEELS RUSHED it feels kinda rushed to me :,)

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[thatbookworm08]

Over the Bridge Part 1 (Race Higgins x reader)

a/n: Hi there! Thank you so much for noticing my story! It is completed and has eight parts in total. Enjoy!

Summary: The Queen of Brooklyn never expected to fall so hard for an overly energetic blond Newsie from Manhattan during the Strike...

Over the Bridge Masterlist

It was a cloudy day in the city of Brooklyn. You rolled over in your bunk just before the sun began to rise. Your best friend, Spot Conlon strode into the room and stopped by your bed giving you a light tap on the shoulder saying, “Wake up, Ace. Time ta carry da bannah,” 

‘Ace’ was the newsie nickname you acquired for being Spot’s right-hand man–or woman rather–along with ‘The Queen of Brooklyn’.

You sighed. “I’se up,”

You were the only girl newsie in all of Brooklyn, but that didn’t mean you got any less respect. The older boys knew not to mess with you, especially when you were upset, and you had even beat the King of Brooklyn himself in a fight once. As tough as you were, you always made time for the littles. 

You and Spot finished selling your papes by midday and decided to hang out by the harbor before lunch. You two were in the middle of a sling-shot competition when three people approached. 

“Why, if it ain’t Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,” said Spot. 

Jack Kelly? In Brooklyn? Odd. 

Kelly jumped into a speech: something about a strike…? In Manhattan? You stopped listening for a moment when your eyes met with the third boy… you recognized his blue eyes and messy blond curls poking out from underneath his cap. His ears turned a little pink when you smiled. He was one of Spot’s friends from Manhattan, but you just couldn’t remember his name.  

One of the boys with Jack, a new guy you observed, explained to Spot why Brooklyn should join the strike. 

“What is this Jackie Boy?” Spot asked sarcastically, “A walkin’ mouth?” 

“A walkin’ mouth with brains,” Jack clarified, “So’s I suggest you listen to what he’s gotta say. Both of you,” he finished, motioning to you. 

You listened intently to what the boy Davey had to say, nodding at Spot in agreement.

“And how do we’s know you’se won’t back out the second the bulls come for ya?” 

You glanced at your friend. He made a good point. 

“We won’t,” said Davey.

“Then you’ll need ta prove it,” 

You excused yourself and Spot, grabbing his wrist and pulling him aside. “I think they’s is serious ‘bout this, Spot,” you said. 

“I need a bit’s more convincin’ than that,” he said defiantly. 

“Spot—”

He strode back over to Jack and said “When you prove it to me, Brooklyn will be right there backin’ you’se up. Now scram,” 

Kelly knew better than to linger in Brooklyn when he wasn’t wanted so off he went, Davey and the other boy trailing behind. The blonde boy turned back and gave a slight wave and a shy smile. 

Luckily Spot wasn’t looking. 

That night you lay awake, thinking about the strike. You had to help. You wanted to help. So you slid out of bed, dressed in your clothes for the next day, and soundlessly slipped out the window and into the warm night air. 

The city was finally sleeping and everything was calm. You trekked across the Brooklyn Bridge, ready to make history.

Late into the night, you arrived at the Manhattan Lodging House. 

It was too late to knock on the door, it was the middle of the night, after all, so you climbed up the fire escape to the rooftop. 

In the darkness, you saw a figure spin around. “Who’s there?” a male’s voice called, “I can see you,” 

The voice was unfamiliar. It wasn’t Jack’s, or Davey’s, or anyone you knew. 

“It’s me,” you said confidently, stepping into the light. 

You had discovered who the voice belonged to: it was the blond boy with curly hair.

“Well, well, well,” he said, smirking, “What’s da Queen of Brooklyn doin’ on ‘Hattan’s toif?” 

“I came to help with the strike.” you explained. 

The boy raised an eyebrow. “In the middle of the night? Does Spotty know you’re here?” 

“He doesn’t,” you said, keeping your composure. Everyone in New York knew to be scared of you. You weren’t about to let this kid think otherwise. 

“Ooh. Goin’ against your boyfriend’s wishes yeah?” 

“Spot ain’t my boyfriend,” you said. “We’s just friends and that’s all,”

For a moment, a flick of what seemed to be…hope?...sparked in the boy’s face. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself. “The name’s Race,” 

You eyed him skeptically before shaking his hand. “Ace,” 

“No, that’s not right,” Race said, shaking his head.

“Excuse me?” I questioned. 

“Your name,” 

“You tellin’ me I don’t know my own name?” 

Race chuckled and shook his head. “It rhymes with mine!” 

You studied him. The way his nose scrunched and his eyes closed when he laughed, the way his curls bounced in the cool summer breeze. He was rather attractive, in a boyish manner, and you couldn’t help but notice. “It does!” you smiled. 

Race led you to the roof’s edge and leaned on the rail. “Ain’t it amazin’?” he breathed. 

“What?” you wondered. 

“The city,” he said, “When da woild’s finally quiet…” he inhaled deeply.

“Yeah…” you said, doing the same, “So why are you up so late?” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Race shrugged. 

You couldn’t help but ask him why. 

He shrugged again. “Runnin’ thoughts,” 

You decided not to ask any more. You didn’t want to push his boundaries—you had just met. 

Race didn’t think he’d ever see you again. You were from two different boroughs who didn’t like it when people trespassed on their turf. 

He was told you were scary, and some part of him believed that, but there he was, standing on a roof with you, and you hadn’t soaked him to the ground. That was a good sign…wasn’t it?

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard you clear your throat. “Oh sorry,” he muttered.

Now he was done for.

Or so he thought. 

Instead of soakin’ him to a pulp, the Queen of Brooklyn just stared out onto the city streets and said, “Are you nervous?…about the strike?” 

“Why do it mattah what ise thinks?” He questioned. 

“It mattahs what everyone thinks,” 

Race thought a moment, searching for the right words. “Do’s youse wants da brave answer or da real answer?”

You stared into his sky-colored eyes and softly said, “Da real answer o’course,” 

Race took a deep breath and leaned forward on the railing. “I’se terrified,” he whispered.

You and Race sat in silence for a long beat. You didn’t like touchy conversations and you certainly didn’t know what to say to ease Race’s anxiety. You looked up at the moon and guessed it was about four in the morning. It took two hours to get back to Brooklyn and you needed to be there before Spot awoke, so you said “I should gets goin’, but you tell your boys Brooklyn will be helpin’ wit da strike. Wit or without Spot,” 

You turned to leave but Race grabbed your wrist. “Wait—“ you turned to face him, “when will I see youse again?” He asked.

“You…you wanna see me again?” 

“Will you meet me up here tomorrow night?” 

You thought. Spot wouldn’t notice if you left…he slept like a rock… “Yes,” you agreed.

Race’s face lit up and he dramatically tipped his cap to you and said “Well then my Queen, until tomorrow!” 

You laughed at his antics and pretended to curtsy back, even though you were wearing Newsie trousers, before climbing back down the fire escape on your way back home.

Race felt like he won a million bucks. You might not have been as ever-stoic as Spot, but he made the Queen of Brooklyn laugh and she seemed to enjoy his company. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

#racetrack higgins #race higgins #racetrack newsies #newsies #spot conlon #newsies fanfiction #newsies fandom #newsies x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #racetrack higgins/reader #race x reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #fem reader #jack kelly #newsies broadway #92sies

[itsgrapes-exe]

being racetrack higgins girlfriend

(racetrack higgins x fem!reader)

he leaves you for a man

#newsies #racetrack higgins

[amoreva]

I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR RACE FICS AND YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AAA💕💕 it feels like he’s real and the relationship is real and i’m actually in the world of the story holy shit,,, if you’re still taking requests can you write some race fluff, preferably in canon era, with like a cute lead up to him getting together with the reader (if you’re okay with it of course!) thanks!!

HOPELESSLY IN LOVE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: the brooklyn newsies are strong and independent. they can hold their own and are respected; despite being a borough with a large amount of girls. so when one falls in love, her nature begins to crumble.

warnings: n/a

a/n: using the uksies as brooklyn, plus some from the broadway show. also, omfg i really appreciate it, thank you so much<3

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You never knew what romantic attraction felt like until you saw him at Medda’s Theater with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

Davey— that new Manhattan newsie was introducing your borough, respectfully, when you saw him. He was smiling at you, more so at your whole borough, ecstatic you showed up to the strike. That smile—that stupid cute smile made your heart flutter, your stomach churn with butterflies.

Of course, you knew what family love and platonic attraction felt like—you felt that for every newsie in Brooklyn. They were your brothers and sisters by heart. Yet, he stole your heart. Bastard. You ought to soak him.

Falling in love was a weird thing to do, especially since your priority was the sell papers to survive. You find yourself thinking about Manhattan’s second after the strike is won.

It didn’t help that he hugged you when Kelly announced the strike ended in their favor or when you guys talked during celebrations that night. The memories haunted your sleep.

A loud groan escaped your lips. That stupid smile of his. Your hands going over your warm, rose colored face as you sat on your bunk. Ritz and Hotshot peeked their heads into the girls bunk room, hearing you groan.

“What’re moping and griping about?” Hotshot asked, crossing his arms. His thick accent ringing in your ears.

You turn to look at you friends and remove the hands from your face. Before you could get a word in, Ritz is cupping your cheeks and feeling your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N!” Ritz exclaimed and shook your head side to side, lightly, to inspect your red cheeks.

“Ritz, please—” You begged the auburn haired girl to let your face go.

“Spot is going to be worried.”

“Ritz—”

“I think we have medicine somewhere.”

“Ritz, hang on—“

“Water and rest, that’s what my mama says.”

“I don’t have—”

“Spot ain’t letting you sell tomorrow.”

“Ritz!”

You shouted finally getting her attention. Ritz stopped her worrying. Hotshot stood up straight with raised eyebrows. You gently put your hands on Ritz’s wrists and removed them from your face. “I ain’t sick. I ain’t coughing or feelin’ bad.”

“Then what’s got your face so red, Y/N?” Ritz asked, she titled her head ever so slightly.

“A boy.” Hotshot spoke up.

You glared at Brooklyn’s second. Were you really that readable? Hotshot had to be a fucking psychic. A smirk danced on his lips. The silence said it all.

Ritz lit up like the Fourth of July. “You like a boy!” Ritz exclaimed with a wide grin. You slapped a hand across her mouth.

“Ritz, please don’t tell the others—” You begged to convey your seriousness. “You too, Hotshot.”

Ritz, still buzzing with excitement, nodded her head. You quickly shoved Hotshot into the girls’ bunk room and shut the door. “Who is it?” Ritz asked excitedly.

You pressed your lips together in a thin line. An internal dilemma with yourself. Would you rather suffer in silence, pin over a newsie in the other side of the Brooklyn Bridge or tell two people your crush which could potentially spread throughout the borough?

You decide to tell Hotshot and Ritz. Love is too confusing for you to suffer alone.

“It’s Manhattan’s second in command.” You mumbled, twisting your fingers as your face heats up. Just thinking about Race got your stomach all twisted up in a good way.

You didn’t think they heard you, but they did. Loud in clear.

“Race? Race!” Ritz confirmed.

Hotshot raised an eyebrow in amusement. “The one that “wanders” on our turf to bet at Sheepshead?”

“Yes.” You sighed exasperatedly and fell onto your bunk. “He’s just so—”

You couldn’t find the words to describe him, but then proceeded to go on a rant about Race for 10 minutes.

It wasn’t long before everyone in Brooklyn knew of your little crush on Manhattan’s second (and probably Manhattan). It was terrible with all the teasing and the questions on what you would do.

You didn’t know what to do! You would just lay in your bed and smile stupidly when you thought about him. “Pathetically in love” is what you thought.

Stray decided to do something.

With Spot’s permission (seeing you hopelessly in love was getting in the way of selling and Brooklyn’s reputation), Stray went to Manhattan. Stray had connections there. Her boyfriend and brother lived in Manhattan’s borough.

Stray told Specs, who told Elmer, who told Henry, who told Jojo, who told Mike, who told Finch, who told Race—that you liked him. When you got word that Race knew, you panicked.

Romance like that with him. You wouldn’t know how to act, what to do, or what to say. You’ve seen romance from afar; with rich couples, elderly couples, teenagers—all types of couples!

“Ya’ gotta relax, kid.” Spot patted your back after they found you contemplating your choices on your bunk. “If Racer is as half bright as you, he’ll see you’re a real gem.”

That gave you some confidence in yourself. You shouldn’t get worked up about some boy. Taking Mac’s advice seemed like the best option. “He’s just a guy!”

But, he seems real sweet and humorous and charming and ambitious. Keyword: seems. You might be setting yourself up for failure.

After days and days of dreading what you should do, Race came walking into Brooklyn, willy nilly, specifically to Graves’ and yours selling spot.

“Heya miss, can I get a pape?” Race asked.

You weren’t paying attention and grabbed a newspaper from your bag. Seeing him in front of you with his stupid blue eyes, his stupid blonde curls, his stupid cigar, his stupid cute smile—

You froze. A blush rising to your face. You spun on your heels and walked away. A fight or flight response.

Graves grabbed you with a smirk and turned you around. “Talk to him!” Graves whispered and pushed you towards Race.

He had that charming, amused smile on his face. “Hey.” He spoke, two hands on the strap of his paper bag.

“Hey.” You croaked.

“I—uh…got word, ya like me.”

“Mhm.”

Race looked at you awkwardly. If you looked hard enough, you saw a faint faint blush on cheeks. “You—uh…wanna go to the Sheepshead with me?”

“Now?” You asked incredulously.

“Now.” Graves spoke firmly. “You can sell at Sheepshead, don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself.”

And so, you and Race went to Sheepshead Races. You held onto his arm like one of those rich ladies would do to a gentlemen. Conversation was made, no matter how awkward it was between you two.

The Sheepshead Races were loud and lively. You usually went here with Lucky and Scope when you had downtime.

“C’mon, they’ll start soon.” Race intertwined his hands with yours and pulled you through a crowd of people. “Gotta get the best seats.”

“Isn’t that the front row?” You asked, glancing back at where you and your friends would usually sit.

“Trust me, sweetheart. These seats are better than any front row.” Race grinned.

Your heart skipped a beat.

The name “sweetheart” sounded so right from his lips.

Race took you to a chainlink fence. You were close enough to see the jockeys’ faces and the horses shaking their head. The spot was at the bottom right of the original seating, in between the commentator’s box and the vendor.

He let go of your hand to lean against the fence. You frowned slightly, missing the feeling of his hand in yours. “Better than any front seat.” He repeated softly.

“Is this how you got your name?” You gestured to the races. Your nerves slowly disappearing. You were a Brooklyn newsie for Christ’s sake! Be confident!

“What?” Race shook his head as if you broke him out of his trance. “Oh—uh…kinda! That and I would be the first to the circulation gate. I’m pretty fast for a newsie.”

“You’re pretty for a newsie.” You responded without missing a beat.

“What’s that?” Race leaned in to hear you better. A smirk on his face.

Before you could respond, a gunshot sounded. Hooves slammed on the dirt track. The commentator spoke enthusiastically about the race. In no time, the horses and jockeys were passing you. The wind from them passing knocked off your newsie cape. You could practically see the sweat on the jockeies’ faces.

“Careful.” Race snaked an arm around your waist as soon as the horses passed. He pulled you towards him, concerned about your safety.

You yelped going face first into his chest. Race chuckled awkwardly. You pulled away slightly, but not out of his arms. You two met eyes, just staring. The sound of the hooves faded away.

His blue eyes, the same color as the East River, the same color as a beautiful day. No words were shared between you two. Race gulped. The tension palpable.

Cheering and groans were heard as the commentator announced the outcome. “If—you couldn’t tell…” Race spoke nervously, never tearing his eyes away from yours. “I think your cute—hell, I think your badass for being a Brooklyner.”

Usually when you saw a lady and gentleman like this, they share a kiss. Your heart was beating out of your chest. You never kissed anyone, but this seemed like the perfect moment.

“I don’t know how to kiss…” You admitted quietly.

“We don’t gotta kiss.” Race assured.

“But I want too.”

“…”

“…”

“Can I kiss ya then?”

“Please.”

The minute his lips met yours, the whole world froze. Your stomach twisted in a good warm feeling. Electricity and sparks flying with a single touch to the lips. Your brain was blanking. No words could describe a first kiss.

“Was that…okay?” Race pulled away.

“Better than okay.” You nodded firmly and pressed another kiss to his lips.

Both Race and you got a little more confident and kissed each other back. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was sweet. “There’s more to Brooklyn than the Sheepshead Races.” You pulled away this time.

“I figured.” Race laughed and ran a hand through his blonde curls. He picked up your newsie’s cap that flew off. Brushing off the dirt, he placed the cap back on your head.

“I wanna show you more places in Brooklyn.” You spoke without even realizing what you were saying.

“A date then.” Race smirked.

“A date.” You confirmed.

“Great.”

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#newsies #uksies #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #race higgins #race x reader #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #racetrack x reader #broadway

[collecting-stories]

November 29 - Racetrack Higgins

Request: can I request a little racetrack or finch x fem!reader where she has press night for a broadway show they’re in (your choice!) and he is just admiring her, maybe with a little 62 and 80 from prompt list?

A/N: I decided to set this in 1899 instead of doing an AU so I changed the zipper line because zippers weren't used on clothing until 1925. The play is Ben Hur, which premiered on Broadway on November 29 1899 and was a massive success at the time.

Broadway Masterlist

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You didn’t want to admit it but you were terribly nervous. Katharine was there in the bustle of people and press who had the privilege of attending the show that evenings, a rather exclusive who’s who of New York City elite, and you felt out of place, even in your new dress. It was nicer than anything you’d ever worn before, the sort of thing meant to impress wealth and prestige and yet, it felt like it was suffocating you. 

As your co-star answered questions about the play you stood beside him, listening but hardly able to pay attention. While Katherine’s presence was reassuring, it didn’t quite provide the calm feeling that you were looking for. What you really wanted, as silly as it may have sounded to these people, was to be back at the boarding house with everyone. With nobody to impress, or at least with people who didn’t need you all dolled up in fancy clothes that felt like they were suffocating you, flashy red shoes and rogue on your cheeks. You just wanted to be back sitting on the rooftop with Racetrack, trying to stay cool in the summer and listening to all the sounds that threatened to keep you awake. 

Katherine called your name softly as she came up beside you, offering the sort of well-mannered greeting (a polite kiss to your left cheek and a reassuring hand on your wrist) that belonged in upper society circles. “Seems you have an admirer.” She teased and you finally looked away from all the stuffy jackets and skirts in the room. 

“What?”

“Look,” she instructed, nodding her head back so that you looked just beyond her shoulder. Standing there near the exit, in nicer clothes than you knew him to own, was Racetrack. Jack was standing with him, grinning at all the people hobnobbing their way about the lobby. Racetrack was looking right at you though, nothing seemed able to distract him as he stood there, grin on his face, watching you receiving praise from all the wealthy theatre goers of New York City. 

When he realized that Katherine had told you he was there, he waved and mouthed a silent ‘hello’ to him. You held your hand up just enough that he could tell you were waving back and then you pointed off to the side, nodding your head in the same direction just in case Racetrack didn’t get the message to meet you at the side door. He nodded. 

“You think anyone would mind if I sneak off?” You chanced asking Katherine, “just for a moment?” 

“I’ll cover for you, promise.” She replied. 

You snuck off as quietly as possible, weaving through the crowd and then slipping through the double doors into the theatre. You walked the empty aisle down to the stage, through the back and to the side door where Racetrack stood, already inside.

“You were supposed to wait for me to let you in.”

“Picked the lock,” he shrugged, smiling at you. There was a deep blush across his freckled cheeks as he stared at you, “you look beautiful, prettier than those Gibson girls.”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you moved closer to him, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. You and Racetrack had been friends for as long as you had been living on the street and you had liked him just as long. You’d wasted money on dances before, gone along with friends who were looking for a more secure future than a newsie had the means to offer, but nothing had ever stuck. You loved Race and you knew you did and whether it was the way he was looking at you or the fact that all your nerves had been calmed at the sight of him or even just the knowledge that it was your name on the marquee outside tonight, you wanted to make sure that he knew how much you loved him. 

“Wow,” Racetrack looked a little dumbstruck when you pulled away, a dopey smile on his face, “thanks.”

“Thanks?” You nearly laughed, “...your welcome?”

“No I didn’t mean...I just meant...aw hell,” he shook his head before leaning forward initiating another kiss. 

You had a marquee with your name on it and hundreds of guests crowding into the theatre to see you but all that felt like second best to the feeling of kissing Racetrack. You felt like there were butterflies in your stomach as you leaned back against the dressing table that had been set up in the tiny closet of a room you’d been given backstage. Outside the closed door you could hear footsteps and voices, people bustling around now that the preshow cocktail hour was over. Soon you’d be expected, ready and in costume, to go onstage. 

“Racetrack,” you pushed gently at his chest, “Racetrack, I have to get ready.” 

He nodded his head in understanding, though he didn't look ready to let go of you just yet, "I know," he lamented. And then, leaning in again, "I know I've kissed you like ten times but just another ten please?"

Before you could protest, a knock on your door let you know that you were expected out on the side stage, ready for your entrance. "I have to go," you insisted, pulling away. This time he let you though you didn't get too far, turning your back to him and looking over your shoulder, "can you help me do up this dress? Since you've somehow managed to undo it." 

Racetrack smiled, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers, "nimble fingers," he replied. He did up your dress though, the brightest smile on his face the entire time. "Beautiful."

You could feel your face warm at his compliment. Racetrack always knew how to give your butterflies in your stomach. "Wait until I'm gone," you asked, checking your makeup in the mirror behind him, "I don't need anyone thinking I'm a charity girl."

"That'll be comical...after tonight you'll be the one giving me gifts for favors." Race teased, laughing when you swatted at him, "you think they got a name for that? A bloke who gets gifts from his girl, instead a the other way 'round?"

"I'll see you after the show," you promised, opening the door just enough that you could sneak out of your dressing room and blowing him a kiss that he caught and pressed to his heart.      

#collecting stories imagine #racetrack x reader #racetrack imagine #racetrack higgins x reader #newsies imagine #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic #newsies oneshot

[whyareyouhere66]

Imagine/Fic Links

So I already made a list of all the fandoms/characters i’m gonna write for, but I don’t actually have anywhere with all the fic links, 

So I’m putting them here! Just to make it more organized, y’know?

no idea how often I’ll update it, so if there are some links missing then that’s why

ALSO- make sure to scroll because it is gonna grow a lot and you might miss something you’d like so just bare with me as you scroll through this-

These are the characters/fandoms I write for - link

The Outsiders-

Late Night [Angst, Sodapop and Steve friendship]

Mini Series - Grief: [CW: mentions of major character death (Johnny and Dally), no reader, no ships, implied violence/drinking]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This [Ponyboy Curtis]

Wish You Were Here. [Two-Bit Matthews]

To Where You Are [Sodapop Curtis]

Fire and Rain. [Darrel Curtis]

Let It Be. [Dallas Winston & Johnny Cade]

[Steve Randle in progress]

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How They’d React to Your Friend Flirting With Them [HC] [GN Reader]

Sodapop Curtis -

Started With a Ring   [Male Reader]

Vandalize    [Fem or GN Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love  [Male Reader]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Part 2. [Male Reader]

Showering With Sodapop [HC] [GN Reader- NOT SMUT]

I love you. [Male Reader]

Snowed In. [GN Reader/ Reader using Fae/Faer/Faers pronouns]

Steve Randle

Wrong Direction  [Fem Reader]

Dallas Winston

The One That Got Away   [Fem Reader]

Anxious Reader HC. [Fem Reader]

Showering with Dallas [HC] [GN Reader - Not smut]

Darry Curtis

Coping Mechanism. [GN Reader]

Physical Affection [HC]. [GN Reader]

Let It Snow [GN Reader]

Showering with Darry [HC] [GN Reader- Not smut]

Ponyboy Curtis

Secret. [Fem Reader]

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random Tim and Sylvia thing from when they were kids

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The Mighty Ducks-

The Ducks-

The Ducks in a Haunted House [HC]   [No reader, just an HC]

TV. [GN Reader, no romantic stuff but lots on Adam]

Charlie Conway-

Exile - Part 1   [GN Reader]

Exile - Part 2   [GN Reader]

Kenny Wu -

Homework and Cuddles   [GN reader] 

Dean Portman-

Reunion [Fem Reader]

Reminder: there is much more to come! Y’all should see my drafts-

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MHA -

Lies [Male Reader]

Lies pt 2. [Male Reader]

Too Late [GN Reader] tw! for blood/implied death

Tokoyami-

Nail Polish. [GN Reader]

Mezo Shoji

Dating HCs. [GN Reader]

Pulled Away. [Male Reader]

Neito Monoma

Just Can’t Help Myself. [Fem Reader]

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Haikyuu-

Haikyuu Characters as Quotes From my Life [HC]

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Total Drama Island -

Duncan-

Hanahaki Disease Part 1   [Male Reader]

Hanahaki Disease Part 2   [Male Reader]  WARNING: hanahaki disease (duh)

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Julie and the Phantoms -

Reggie Peters-

See You Again.  [GN Reader]

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The Sandlot -

Benny Rodriguez

Do It Again. [Male Reader]

Visitor. [GN Reader]

Rumors. [GN Reader]

Touch. [Male Reader]

Call Me A Snitch. [GN Reader]

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Newsies -

Spot Conlon-

Idk U Yet [Prologue/Part1]. [GN Reader]

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Chubby Reader HCs. [GN Reader]. (I recommend combining this one with the other HCs just for one big thing of Spot HCs)

Jack Kelly-

Love at your Convenience. [GN Reader]

Mike Faist (actor)

Pleasant Distraction. [Fem Reader]

Found Family. [FTM Reader]

His Smile. [Fem Reader]

Racetrack Higgins

Romantic/Platonic HCs. [GN Reader]

Kid Blink

How you met/Asking you out HCs. [GN Reader]

Finch

Rooftop. [GN Reader]

Mush

Thank You. [Fem Reader]

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IT 2017

Henry Bowers-

Untitled Lol. [Male Reader]

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Harry Potter Fandom

Owe It All To You. [GN Reader x !Father Figure! Remus Lupin]

Draco Malfoy -

Perhaps, Perhaps. [Male Reader]

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Marvel

Look What You Made Me Do [Male Stark !Vigilante! Reader]

[Almost] a Loss. [Dad! Loki x !Son!Teen!Reader]

DNA [Dad! Loki x !Son!Villain(?) Reader]

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Outerbanks

JJ Maybank -

You Are Home [Male Reader]

Kook Prince [Male Reader]

Smoked. [Male Reader]

Lonesome [Male Reader]

Safe With Me [Male Reader]

So Say It [Male Reader] Bonus part

His Sweet, Sweet Words. [Male Reader]

Awake With You. [Male Reader]

Kiss It Better [Male Reader]

I’ll try to update this as much as I can, and again I promise there is more to come! My drafts are full rn man soooo-

Feel free to send in a request!!

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu x reader #MHA #MHA x Reader #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #the mighty ducks #the mighty ducks x reader #Masterlist #jatp #jatp x reader #tdi duncan #tdi Duncan x reader #whyareyouhere66 #The sandlot #the Sandlot x reader #Outerbanks #outerbanks x reader #jj maybank #imaginefic-links #draco malfoy x male reader #loki x son reader #Tony stark x son reader

[hippienerrd]

Master list:

DEH:

-Connor Murphy

He was a punk (they/them used, punk reader)

Connor x pregnant reader (she/her used)

Newsies cast:

-Sky Flaherty

Picture Perfect: Sky x OC: ~ Cast ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 coming soon

The Outsiders:

-Dallas Winston

Orange: Dallas x Fem!Reader: ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 coming soon

Palaye royale

-Remington Leith

Rock star boyfriend (she/her used)

Elvis Presley

-Elvis (duh)

The Wonder of You: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader ~ Description/Disclaimer ~ Chapter 1 Coming Soon ~

'77: Elvis Presley x Fem!Reader ~ Source Page ~ Description/Disclaimer ~ Chapter 1 Coming Soon~

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My requests are open :)

A list of people im willing to write for

-Newsies-

·Racetrack Higgins

·Albert Dasilva

·Davey Jacobs

-Actors/Actresses-

·Ben Tyler Cook

·Mike Faist

-The Outsiders-

·Ponyboy Curtis

-Palaye Royale-

·Sebastian Danzig

·Emerson Barrett

-The Breakfast club

·Allison Reynolds

·Brian Johnson

·Clare Standish

·Andrew Clark

-Panic

·Dodge Mason

[sparkle-heart-anon]

A Sacred Indulgence

Racetrack Higgins x fem!Reader - Modern AU

Rating: Explicit 

Summary: The reader has difficulty cumming not matter what she does. Racetrack Higgins in determined to change that

Life with Racetrack Higgins was perfect. The smile that crossed his face whenever he saw you. The way he would reach out to look for you in his sleep. The care and attention to detail he put in every moment he spent with you. It was all perfect.

Well, almost all perfect.

There was one slight issue you didn’t really want to admit.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t cum.

This wasn’t to say Race was shitty in bed. He certainly wasn’t. Even thinking about what he would do, some of the words he would whisper in your ear, the way he would rake his hands across your body would turn your face red and make you unbelievably flustered.

He wasn’t selfish either. Far from it.

He worshipped you every time, praising how you looked, the noises that escaped breathlessly from your mouth, the way your fingers curled into the mattress.

Your first time together, he couldn’t help it. You were so beautiful. . . He finished embarrassingly fast. As the moans from his mouth grew louder and louder, you pressed his lips to yours in a kiss. But afterwards, with flustered and red cheeks, he apologized over and over. “You didn’t finish, did you?” he asked quietly, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face. “If I had to ask,” he chuckled nervously, “then you probably didn’t.”

“It’s okay,” you told him. But he knew it wasn’t, and so quickly, he moved to bury his face in between your legs. But he had hardly begun when his roommate swung open the door, asking about a lost shirt or pair of scissors or something.

You both laughed it off, embarrassed, and it kind of killed the mood.

That night, before you left, he kissed you softly in the door frame. “I’m sorry about tonight,” he whispered.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said back. “We’ll just have to try again later.” With that, you reached over and slapped his ass playfully. It lightened the mood, and with one more kiss, you parted and went back to your own apartment.

The next time you ended back up in his bed was just over a week later. It started with delicate kisses that held a passionate fire in them. Slowly he began to drift lower, first to your neck, then to your breast as your shirt lay discarded at the side of the bed, then to the waistband of your jeans.

Unbuttoning the top, and pulling them down, he looked into your eyes and gave you a cocky smile that couldn’t help but increase the dampness between your legs.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered breathlessly. With an agonizing slowness, he pressed a kiss to the most intimate part of you, before dragging his tongue across, circling your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Please,” you began to whimper, “please Race.”

You could feel his smirk develop against your wetness. He pulled his face away slightly, but slipped his fingers into your entrance, using his thumb to continue rubbing circles around your clit. “Please, what?” he teased with a smirk.

You sighed, pulling him into a kiss and trying to (and failing to) unbutton his pants.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he smirked, grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna have to use your words and tell me what you want.”

Not being able to wait any longer, you gave into the teasing. “Fine,” he said. “Please, please, please,” you sighed into his ear, “fuck me.”

“Happily,” he obliged, pressing your back into the bed, unbutton discarding his boxers and pants in one swift movement.

Slowly, he entered you, and began to fuck you (although he would say how much he hated that word later. Racetrack Higgins didn’t fuck, he said, he made love).

This continued for half an hour, his rhythmic movement of his hips, as you wrapped your legs around him and arched your back to get as close to him as possible. And no one could say you weren’t enjoying this -- certainly if the moans that slipped from your mouth and into his ears were any indication.

And he lasted a lot longer this time.

But even still. . . You couldn’t finish.

He couldn’t hold off any longer by the time he came. And once again, as he arched his back and came, you pulled him into a deep kiss.

But a moment after he finally finished and regained his focus, he became flustered for a different reason.

This time it was one small apology, before he started to move to between your legs. He felt like a real douchebag for once again finishing before you.

But you stopped him before he could. “Really, Race, it was great, and I’m fine.” You paused a moment and looked into his eyes. “Can we just cuddle instead?”

“Sure,” he gave you a lopsided smile, “if you want. But if you want me to, I definitely will.”

“It’s okay,” you shook your head.

“Okay,” he said slightly hesitantly, and moved up to wrap you in his arms, your head resting on his bare chest. That night you listened to the drum of his heart and were lulled to sleep.

This continued for a few more weeks. Everytime Race would last longer than the time before, but even still, you never finished.

“Am I doing something wrong?” he asked one night. Race laid next to you, his head propped up on his hands, a slightly disappointed look on his face. “Like something you don’t like?”

“No,” you shook your head before leaning in and kissing him.

He bit his lip and looked at you for a second. He didn’t want to cause issues, but clearly, if you weren’t cumming, he had to be doing something wrong. “Please, Y/N, tell me. I wanna make you feel as good as you make me.”

There was a long moment of silence. “I don’t know why I can’t cum,” you finally said, refusing to look him in the eye.

He could tell you were uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to push it. But at the same time, he felt it to be impossibly unfair. And he never wanted to be that kind of jerk who couldn’t please a girl.

“Okay,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, not sure what to say next. He pulled you close, and while you fell asleep soon after that, a gentle snore coming from your nose that couldn’t help but make him laugh, he continued to think.

It has to be something I’m doing, he thought to himself. You still called him Race while you were having sex. Maybe that was part of the issue, he thought, a lack of intimacy.

So the next morning, as he found you straddling him, kissing his neck and wrapping your hands around his cock, he paused for a moment and pulled away.

“Can you, uh, call me Anthony?” he asked.

“Anthony?”

“It’s, uh, my real name. No one else knows it. But I just thought that when we’re doing this, you could call me Anthony.”

That brought a delighted smile to your face and touched your heart in a way no action ever had. No one but you knew his real name.

“Of course, Anthony,” you whispered before kissing him again.

Once more you both made love. This time you rode him, hitting all the right spots, threading your fingers through his hair. And each time you moaned his name, his real name, his hips would buck faster. It definitely turned him on more.

And while it did the same to you, you still couldn’t cum. And Race didn’t have a chance to even try to rectify the situation either before you realized you were going to be late to work.

That day he couldn’t stop thinking about the problem.

He started looking it up on his phone, worrying that he was doing something wrong. Am I too rough? he asked himself. Or maybe there’s not enough foreplay? He read article after article from Cosmo online, trying to figure out what he was doing wrong.

Finally, he decided he should just talk to you.

When you came over that night to watch a movie, he decided it would be the right time to talk.

But, he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

Eventually, he just blurted it out. “Can I know what I’m doing wrong?”

“What?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. Quickly, Race’s face turned bright red, and he almost regretted bringing this up. But it wasn’t fair for you to keep experiencing mediocre sex. You deserved so much better. (Especially when you returned the favor every time by far.)

“When we have sex,” he said, adverting your gaze, “you never orgasm. And I want to know what I’m doing wrong, because I want it to be good for you, y’know.”

You felt incredibly touched that he would ask about this. No one else had ever really cared whether or not you finished. (And honestly, you thought that this had somehow made his dick even bigger -- or at least gave him bigger dick energy.) But at the same time, you felt embarrassed. This was something you didn’t really like talking about. It was awkward to say the least.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” you whispered. “It always feels good. Like, really good.”

He paused, and wasn’t sure what to ask next. “Y/N, I can take it. You’re not gonna bruise my ego or anything.”

You still remained quiet for a moment more.

“Have you ever cum?” he finally asked.

You bit your lip and shook your head. “I, uh, I haven’t had sex with many people. Like a few guys in college and everything, and they were pretty crappy. So, for a while I assumed that was why I couldn’t come. But you’re like really good,” you said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood, “and even still I can’t cum. So, I don’t know. It’s probably a me problem.”

He didn’t like that explanation. “What about when you masturbate? What do you do then to make yourself cum? I mean, you could teach me.”

You lowered your eyes. “I can’t finish then either.”

He felt bad for you then. He knew that there was so much more to sex than just cumming, yes. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. He wanted you to feel the same. And, just as you had done every time you were with him, he wanted to kiss you as you came.

He leaned in and kissed you. “Can I try to make you feel good now?” he cooed sweetly.

And while the intention was great, you couldn’t deny, you were still too embarrassed to do anything. “Can we just watch the movie together tonight?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said, wrapping you in his arms and kissing the top of your head. But he didn’t really watch the movie. All he could do is think about you.

Coincidentally, the next afternoon you had your yearly gyno exam. After your doctor had done all her checks and made sure your vagina was okay, she asked if you had any questions.

“Um, yeah,” you said. “I’m having trouble. . . finishing. I mean, it’s not the guy that I’m with -- he’s great. I mean, like really great,” you babbled. “And even when I do it myself. . . I mean. . .” you trailed off.

She didn’t look at you like a freak of nature, thankfully. Neither did Race when you told him. “Lots of women have the same trouble, Y/N,” she said. “Sometimes it’s lack of foreplay, or stress.” She looked to see if that seemed to apply to you, but you shook your head. “Have you tried other ways? A vibrator might be helpful. Try that for a while, and if that still doesn’t work, schedule another appointment with me, and we can explore other options then.”

You thanked her, and left the office. In the car, as you were driving, you started thinking. A vibrator. Your friends had some in college and even in high school. But you were too chicken to ever go into a sex shop and get one. But you knew you should.

Pulling into the parking lot of the sex shop, your cheeks burned and you stared at your feet. You’re an adult, you reminded yourself, and adults have sex and please themselves. And it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Quickly, you walked in, and looked at the wall of vibrators. Some were really big. You didn’t think you were ready for those quite yet. But you saw a small, circular one. It was teal, and small enough you’d be able to hide it easily enough.

It was rung up and placed into an unassuming white paper bag. You drove to your apartment, thinking you’d be able to have some “alone time” tonight. But when you got home, instead of your roommates lounging on the couch, you saw Race in the kitchen, cooking up a meal.

Absentmindedly, you placed your bag, and the unassuming white paper bag by the door, and went to go see what he was doing.

“Your roommate let me in,” he smiled. “I thought we could have dinner together.” He kissed you slowly. “And maybe I have something special planned for later tonight,” he held your hands in his and gave you a love struck smile.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

That night you had dinner together. Beautifully made pasta. Who knew Race was such a cook? And after dinner had ended, you quickly found yourself in the same position as many nights before. Race was pressing you against the wall, holding you as close as he could.

You moved your hands to the tie he had worn for tonight and tried to tug it off. The thoughts of the vibrator in the white paper bag had fallen from your mind.

“Wait right here,” he said, “for a moment.” He disappeared into the hallway, and you smiled at the remnants of the dinner. It took him a few minutes before he finally returned, a small but devilish smile on his face.

“M’lady,” he said, extending his hand for you to take. You laughed slightly and rolled your eyes, but took it anyway. He led you to your bedroom, for which the door was shut, but you could see a faint yellow glow coming from underneath the door.

“Your roommate is sleeping over with her boyfriend,” he said, “so we have all night together.”

He pressed open the door, and you got to see the full extent of what he had done. Inside, there were fairy lights strung up on the wall and over the bed. Candles flickered on the window sill and on the bedrise table. Red rose petals laid on the bed.

“You did this for me?” you asked, turning to him, nothing but love and admiration in your eyes and in your heart.

“Do you like it?” he asked sheepishly.

“I love it,” you kissed him, and he led you over to the bed.

Almost immediately, with a daring glint in your eye, you reached for the waistband of his pants. But he caught your wrist and held it for a moment. “Wait,” he said. “Tonight is about you. Not me. I wanna make you feel good.”

He stripped you of your clothes gently, remarking on how beautiful every inch of your body was. He kissed a trail from your forehead down to your breasts, your stomach, lingering just above the waistband of your underwear. With every touch, he electrified your skin even further. He moved to kiss the inside of your thighs gently, and you could feel the wetness pool between your legs as you waited in anticipation.

“Please, Anthony,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his neck.

He laughed slightly and you could feel his breath on you.

But before he could even start, he pulled away and sat up, a smirk on his face.

You whimpered at the loss that had left before it even started, but watched intently as he leaned over to the side of the bed that faced the wall.

He grabbed something that at first was obscured in his hands. Then, as he straddled you, he revealed what he held.

It was the teal vibrator that you had bought earlier that day, out of its packaging and in between his fingers.

Your mouth dropped open slightly and you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing,” you rambled refusing to meet his eyes. “I had an appointment with my gyno today and she suggested I should try it, but we don’t have to, and I. . .”

He cut you off with a kiss.

“Y/N, I think it’s a great idea.”

“You’re not embarrassed? Or think it’s awkward, or anything.”

“Of course not,” he said. “But if you don’t feel comfortable using it, we don’t have to.”

Tentatively, you took it from his hands. You examined it a few times, flipping it around in your fingers. Race just watched you in silence. You pressed the on button and it began to buzz in your hands. You bit your lip and handed it to him. “Can we just take it slow?” you asked quietly.

“Of course,” he said, kissing you deeply.

You laid down, and he straddled you. He started kissing you all over again, but you couldn’t wait another moment. “Please,” you whimpered.

This time, he obliged, and peeled off your underwear, which at this point was nearly soaked through. Race turned off the vibrator for the moment, burying his face in between your legs, working wonders with his tongue as he circled your clit. He did this for a moment, providing some much needed relief from his teasing.

You found yourself inadvertently wrapping your legs around his head, pressing him deep into you. He pulled away for a moment, and while you whimpered at the loss, you felt the wetness growing between your legs when he turned on the vibrator.

When he pressed the little device to your clit, you felt yourself relax. He then slipped his fingers into you, curling them slowly.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

You took a shaky breath, not trusting your voice. “Go--good, really good.”

Underneath your lidded eyes, you saw his smirk grow.

Throughout the night, he altered between his mouth and the vibrator.

It felt good, really good. But after forty five minutes, you still hadn’t orgasamed. And you almost wanted to call it quits. You felt bad for Race. He must have been painfully hard at this point, and it wasn’t fair to him.

“Why don’t I give you a blow job?” you asked with a breathless smile. “To return this favorite.”

He looked up and shook his head. “Please, Y/N, let me do this for you.”

“Okay, Anthony,” you said breathlessly, feeling his pace quicken against you.

And then, you began to feel it. His fingers were curled deep inside of you, and the vibrator was at its highest setting. It was that pressure that began to build in the pit of your stomach. Something you had only read about in crappy fanfictions or heard when your friends would tell you about their nights with their S.O.’s.

And you knew what it meant.

The pressure continued to build and build, as Race continued to work. “Race, I think. . .” you let out a moan and your toes curled. He smirked and moved his fingers faster, pressing the vibrator in deeper.

And then he could see it. The way your face contorted and frozen, mouth open wide with a moan tumbling out.

And maybe it was a bit selfish. But as part of his sacred indulgence, as you were riding out your blissful high, he held your face and kissed you.

After you had finished riding out your high, you collapsed on the bed and panted, unable to move or speak or even think for a minute.

Race just admired you for a moment in that beautiful bliss.

“Thank you,” you finally were able to stutter out, leaning in to kiss him. You were so thankful for his gift of your sacred indulgence, something no one else had ever bothered enough to make you feel before.

“Of course,” he smiled, before leaning down and kissing you again.

“Can I please return the favor?” you asked, motioning to the tent in his pants.

“No, it’s okay,” he shrugged, laying down next to you, pulling you close to him in his arms. “I just wanna enjoy this moment with you.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too.”

#newsies headcanons #newsies #newsies imagine #newsies imagines #newsies x reader #newsies x fem!reader #newsies x reader smut #race #racetrack higgins #Anthony higgins #racetrack Anthony higgins #race x reader #race x reader smut #racetrack x reader #racetrack x reader smut #racetrack higgins x reader #racetrack higgins x reader smut

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FANDOM LIST

THESE ARE THE FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS (AND SHIPS) I WILL WRITE FOR!

THERE WILL BE PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL SHIPS AND THEY WILL BE SPECIFIED! NO INCEST OF ANY TYPE IS PERMITTED IN MY REQUEST BOX!

I SUPPORT ANY TYPE OF SHIP (GAY / LESBIAN / LGBTQ+) SO REQUEST AWAY!

FOR ANY REASON, if a fandom or character (is)...

CROSSED OUT! I no longer write for the fandom or character.

HAS A “☆” NEXT TO IT! It is one of my favorite fandoms or characters to write for.

Without further ado, here are the lists (IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER)

CRIMINAL MINDS

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ SPENCER REID

DEREK MORGAN

PENELOPE GARCIA

EMILY PRENTISS

JENNIFER “JJ” JAREAU

BAU TEAM

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN

MASTERLIST

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

CONNOR

HANK

GENERAL CHARACTERS (POLICE, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

GLEE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST

MIKE CHANG

SEBASTIAN SMYTHE

GENERAL CHARACTERS (NEW DIRECTIONS, WARBLERS, ETC)

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

HARRY POTTER

GOLDEN ERA:

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

HARRY POTTER

HERMIONE GRANGER

RON WEASLEY

GINNY WEASLEY

FRED WEASLEY

GEORGE WEASLEY

WEASLEY TWINS

PERCY WEASLEY

CHARLIE WEASLEY

WILLIAM “BILL” WEASLEY

SEAMUS FINNEGAN

DEAN THOMAS

☆ NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

CEDRIC DIGGORY

OLIVER WOOD

GOLDEN TRIO

WEASLEY FAMILY

SHIPS / PLATONIC

SEAMUS FINNEGAN X DEAN THOMAS

OLIVER WOOD X PERCY WEASLEY

MARAUDERS ERA

X OC / READER (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JAMES POTTER

LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN

SIRIUS BLACK

(YOUNG) PETER PETTIGREW

MARLENE MCKINNON

DORCAS MEADOWES

FABIAN PREWETT

GIDEON PREWETT

PREWETT TWINS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JAMES POTTER X LILY EVANS

REMUS LUPIN X SIRIUS BLACK

MARLENE MCKINNON X DORCAS MEADOWES

MASTERLIST

LES MISERABLES

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

ENJOLRAS

COURFEYRAC

GRANTAIRE

EPONINE

GAVROCHE

BARRICADE BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

ENJOLRAS X GRANTAIRE

MASTERLIST

MARVEL (AVENGERS)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

TONY STARK

STEVE ROGERS

STONY

BUCKY BARNES

STUCKY

SAM WILSON

NATASHA ROMANOFF

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

PETER PARKER

TEAM CAP

AVENGERS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

STUCKY

STONY

MASTERLIST

MAZE RUNNER (SCORCH TRIALS / DEATH CURE)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

THOMAS

NEWT

☆ MINHO

WINSTON

GALLY

ZART

JEFF

CLINT

CHUCK

GLADER BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

THOMAS X NEWT

THOMAS X MINHO

JEFF X CLINT

MASTERLIST

☆ MERLIN

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

MERLIN

ARTHUR PENDRAGON

SIR LEON

SIR ELYAN

SIR LANCELOT

SIR PERCIVA;

SIR GWAINE

GUINEVERE

MORGANA PENDRAGON

MORDRED

KNIGHTS

MERLIN CAST

SHIPS / PLATONIC

MERLIN X ARTHUR PENDRAGON

☆ MERLIN X SIR GWAINE

☆ MERLIN X LANCELOT

MERLIN X LEON

PERCIVAL X GWAINE

MORGANA X GWEN

ROUND TABLE X MERLIN

ROUND TABLE X FEM!MERLIN

MASTERLIST

NATIONAL TREASURE

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

☆ RILEY POOLE

BEN GATES

ABIGAIL CHASE

TRIO

SHIPS / PLATONIC

N/A

MASTERLIST

☆ NEWSIES (MOVIE OR MUSICAL - SPECIFY)

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

JACK KELLY

DAVID “DAVEY” JACOBS

CRUTCHIE(Y) MORRIS

LES JACOBS

SARAH JACOBS

KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS

SPOT CONLON

ALBERT DASILVA

☆ ROMEO

MUSH MEYES

BUTTONS DAVENPORT

ELMER KAZPRZAK

HENRY

JOJO DE LA GUERRA

☆ SKITTERY

TUMBLER

FINCH CORTEZ

SNIPESHOOTER

BOOTS

SMALLS (MALE OR FEMALE)

OSCAR DELANCEY

MORRIS DELANCEY

NEWSIES

SHIPS / PLATONIC

JACK KELLY X DAVID JACOBS

JACK KELLY X KATHERINE PLUMBER

SARAH JACOBS X KATHERINE PLUMBER

RACETRACK HIGGINS X SPOT CONLON

SPOT CONLON X SARAH JACOBS

MASTERLIST

THE SANDLOT

X READER / OC (SPECIFY IN REQUEST)

BENNY RODRIGUEZ

SCOTTY SMALLS

MICHAEL “SQUINTS” PALLEDOROUS

ALAN “YEAH-YEAH” MCCLENNAN

SANDLOT BOYS

SHIPS / PLATONIC

BENNY RODRIGUEZ / SCOTTY SMALLS

MASTERLIST

Enjoy this list and make requests if you please. I would love to write more often than I do, so please help me out!

#masterlist #writing #writingrules #writerscommunity #criminal minds #detroit: become human #glee #harry potter #les mis #les miserables #avengers #marvel #newsies #national treasure #merlin #the sandlot

[youaintnothinbuta]

— racetrack higgins boyfriend hcs —

ೃ⁀➷ summary: just a bunch of cute boyfriendy hcs about race !

pairing: race higgins x fem!reader

warnings: none

A/N: feel free to request a specific trope of hcs, maybe some nsfw ones next ?? Hope you enjoy <3

• gets outwardly defensive when the other newsies tease about him being affectionate towards you, but it just makes him hold you/your hand, etc even tighter

• quickly leans in to give you a peck on the cheek as he enters a hug

• ALWAYS makes you blow away the dandelion and refuses to let you share you wish “because then it won’t come true”

• going off of that, he likes to give you things. he can’t afford to buy anything, but stones in the shape of a heart, single flowers off the side of the road (even if it’s just a weed), etc he always gives you, like a bird collecting things for their mate

• TEASE IS HIS MIDDLE NAME

• He is SUCH a tease, loves teasing you both innocently and not so innocently ;)

• He folds so fast when you tease him back though

• tucks your hair behind your ears— he thinks you look adorable

• Constantly playing with your hair, twirling it round his finger, brushes the ends against his face

• Loves making you blush, especially in front of others. He’ll whisper certain things in your ear so only you can hear and then pull away and smirk as he watches the rouge creep up your neck and face and spread to your ears.

• Smirks whenever he catches you staring at him

• He loves tickling you. Annoyingly loves it. He just loves your giggle

• He would never be caught DEAD babytalking in front of anyone, especially not his newsie friends, but in private…he loves it

• He’s very street smart, which is nice because as a young woman you tend to be vulnerable to mugging, etc

• Racetrack Higgins: self proclaimed king of New York AND king of romance

• His biggest green flag is that even after months and months and YEARS of dating he will continue to flirt like he’s still trying to get you

#race #race higgins #race x reader #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #racetrack #race newsies #reader x race #racetrack x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #reader x racetrack #reader x racetrack higgins #newsies #newsies fanfic #newsies broadway #newsies fluff #headcanon #newsies imagine #newsies headcanons #newsies hcs #hcs #headcanons #newsboys #jeremy jordan newsies #newsies jack kelly #jack kelly newsies #the woild is yer erster #boyfriend hcs #ben cook #ben tyler cook

[thatbookworm08]

Over the Bridge Part 8 *Final Part* (Race Higgins x reader)

a/n: this is it! I have another story about Race and Ace that's already completed. Comment if I should post it? Or don't that's fine too :) Thank you so much for reading!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

You ran the whole way to the Brooklyn Bridge. It felt like forever since you crossed it. You and Race made it to the harbor by dawn and decided to rest for a moment. Sitting on the dock, Race noticed how exhausted you looked and put his arm around you, beginning to play with your hair. 

“I know what you’re doin’...and we’s need ta get ta da login’ house…bafore Snydah gets us…” you said, trying to keep your eyes open. 

“Hey youse need sleep more than Ise do.” he said, starting to braid your hair. He somehow knew—probably from Spot—that the one way to get you to fall asleep was to play with your hair. “Snydah da Spidah ain’t gonna get us,” Race placed a kiss on the side of your head just as you dozed off. 

Race was right. Snyder hadn’t gotten you. You hid in Brooklyn for a few days and only saw the men from the Refuge once—but they didn’t see you. 

Race returned to Manhatten the next morning, alone, to find a distraught Spot pacing back and forth, running his hands through his un-gelled hair. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night and jumped the second Race opened the door. “Racer! Youse snuck out to da Refuge! Ise know you did! Where is she? What did theys do ta her? Is she hurt? Why didn’tcha bring me?”

“Woah! Spot! She’s in Brooklyn!” Race said, holding out his arms in surrender. 

Spot stopped. “W-what? She gots out?” 

“Wes got Oscar Delancey ta thanks fa dat,” he nodded. “Ise took ‘er ta Brooklyn last night—Hotshot knows she’s there—she’s okay,” 

Spot sank to the nearest bed and sighed. “Okay…” 

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“Race—you’ll let the fellas in?” 

In the basement of Joseph Pulitzer’s own house, the newsies of New York began to print their newspapers. 

“Here they come!” Race called.

“Race!” he heard.

“Ace!” he ran and scooped you up. He hadn’t seen you in days and missed you terribly. 

Newspapers were spread to every working kid in New York and Pulitzer was furious. 

“In case youse hadn’t noticed Mr. Pulitzer,” Spot said sarcastically, “Wes got youse surrounded.” 

“Wes got no problem woikin’ fo you, Joe,” you added, “Youse just needs ta treat us right,” 

Under a glare from Governor Roosevelt himself, Pulitzer scowled and said, “Fine,” 

“NEWSIES OF NEW YORK!” Jack yelled, “WE WON!” 

You didn’t care who was around, you were just so happy that you pulled Race into a kiss. 

The other newies around you stopped and watched. “Guys!” Les squealed. 

Albert, Spot, and all of the boys cheered, hollered, and whistled. 

Sure, you had won the strike, but the real win, for you and Race at least, was each other. 

~The End~

#racetrack higgins #race higgins #racetrack newsies #newsies #spot conlon #newsies fanfiction #newsies fandom #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #racetrack higgins x reader #racetrack higgins/reader #race x reader #x reader #female reader #reader insert #fem reader #jack kelly #92sies #albert dasilva

[itsgrapes-exe]

girlfriend of spot conlon <3

(spot conlon x fem!reader)

he leaves you for a man (racetrack higgins)

#newsies #spot conlon

[amoreva]

MY BONNIE

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pairing: racetrack higgins x fem!reader

summary: after a year without seeing her, race is able to see her beauty in the moonlight. he’s able to see her, once again.

warnings: small mention of death

a/n: an idea popped up and i couldn’t stop writing. i don’t think “my bonnie” was an actual sea shanty, so we’ll pretend like it is.

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The Seven Seas are dangerous to navigate with the vicious weather and the creatures haunting the depths of the ocean. From krakens the size of two pirate ships to mythic Scylla to serpents that feed on the mutineers to the dangerously beautiful sirens.

The sirens are most common within the Seven Seas. Pirates are wary every time they voyage across the seas. Race even more cautious. He had been a survivor of a few siren attacks. His crewmates don’t believe him. They laugh and mock because all pirates know…once you hear a siren’s song— you are dead.

The moonlight and stars twinkle in the night sky. The crew mates of the Crooked Star laughing drunkenly. Albert or Romeo had found the alcohol stashed below the deck. It caused for a mass party among the crew.

What were they celebrating? They don’t even know themselves, but everyone loves a good drink of alcohol after being on the seas for so long.

Race was leaning against a barrel. A wooden cup of alcohol in hand with a cigar between his fingers. The lanterns on the ship illuminating the wooden deck orange and yellow. A wide tipsy grin on his face as he watched his crew sing sea shanties and dance.

“My Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“My Bonnie lies over the sea!”

“Well, my Bonnie lies over the ocean!”

“Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me” “Yeah, bring back. Ah, bring back”

“Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me. To me!”

Yet, something combated the pirates’ singing. Something magical, enchanting to the ears. Something luring. Race could recognize it within seconds. He could always recognize their songs.

It sobered him up real quickly.

“Sirens!” Race’s voice boomed over the singing. The word sobered everyone on the deck real quick. Wooden cups, empty or not, were discarded. Hands covering their ears. Alcohol staining the deck, but they could get the stains out—if the crew survived.

“Beeswax!”

Again, Race’s voice boomed. He’s learned well enough beeswax can muffle the songs of sirens. If that didn’t work, you better tie yourself to the mast of the ship.

Race was able to shove the beeswax into his ears when he saw his friend, Mush, mindlessly walking towards the edge of the ship. The pirate gritted his teeth and launched himself at his entranced friend.

“Mush, you idiot!” Race shouted with intensity. He would not lose his friends to these creatures. Albert helped Race tie Mush to the mast of the ship.

Once you hear the sirens’ song, you couldn’t get out until they stopped. Race rushed to the railing of the ship. He could see the heads of the sirens, peeking out of the dark waters. For a second, he thought he recognized one. A siren from the last attack he went through. That was impossible though.

Jack stormed to the edge of the ship. His face stern as he held his flintlock pistol. A shot rang out. The heads of the sirens submerged in the water quickly.

Race’s heart was beating against his chest. Adrenaline pumping through his veins. All is calm, but you could never be too sure. Mush’s head lolled to the side as he regain his senses. The other crewmates of the Crooked Star wearily glance around at each other.

They look at Jack for orders. Jack looked at Race. At least none of his friends will mock him for “surviving” sirens now. Davey crouched and put beeswax in Mush’s ears. Thankfully, he was the only one who was entranced.

“Retire to your bunks, keep the beeswax in until the morning!” Jack barked the command and glanced at Race. A silent thank you passing his eyes.

Lanterns were blown out as the pirates dragged their bodies below deck to their hammocks. The hangovers tomorrow would be a lot to deal with. Race decided to stay out on the deck. An exhausted look in his eyes. He picked up one of the wooden cups and filled it with alcohol, well—half way. There was barely any left.

The moon was the only light source he had as he leaned against the railing of the deck. A cool breeze blowing through his hair. Race was with his own thoughts for a moment or two when there was a thump and a splash.

Faintly, he can hear a hum. He can’t hear the tune, so against his survival instincts—he takes out the beeswax. He hopes, he prays.

He can hear, clearly, someone humming “My Bonnie”. The shanty his crew was singing earlier. His heart beats against his chest, for a different reason, not fear, but love.

“You humans put words together that don’t make sense and call them songs.” That only confirmed his suspicions.

He turned around and there, right there, was the dangerously beautiful creature he warns others of. She had the face and the upper body of a mortal woman, but that doesn’t dismiss the tail hanging off the deck. The scales that captured moonlight.

Right there, sitting on the edge of the deck was his Bonnie.

“Bonnie can’t lie over the ocean. It’s impossible.” The siren stated. She’s leaning back on her hands. Her hair slicked back against her head due to the sea.

“Y/N…” Race let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It had been so long since he heard her voice, seen her face, her tail, her beauty. It was his Bonnie.

“Hello, my love.” Y/N smiled.

Race tackled the siren in a hug. His knees slammed against the deck. His shirt getting soaked with the water running off her body. He didn’t care— he was just so happy to see her.

Y/N hugged the pirate back. She can feel the weight of emotions through one single hug.

The siren and pirate first met during Race’s first siren survival. He had been the only one to survive out of a crew of 20. This intrigued Y/N. Pirates hadn’t figured out how to survive siren attacks back then, so she was curious.

Fortunately enough for her, curiosity did not kill the cat. Though Race was weary and young, he wasn’t naive. He knew he should’ve killed the siren, yet he held a conversation with them. Maybe it was the despair realizing he was the only one left or possibly, his teenage hormones that couldn’t resist a beautiful creature. Y/N’s company made his sailing a little more bearable.

They talked, laugh, spoke to each other about their dreams every night. Every night, until Race reached land. Y/N returned to the ocean, but not without leaving Race a gift. One of her scales. It was one of the smaller ones, but it held memories. Memories that Race interpreted they both enjoyed each other.

Race confessed his love the second time he saw her. She accepted. He was still young, early 20s, but now…now that he’s a little older and matured — he knows, he knows his love isn’t some infatuation, but true, pure love.

“I see you found yourself a more suitable, stronger crew.” Y/N stated her observations for earlier. Her and her sisters were close to getting one to feed on, but Race got in the way of that. Not that she could be mad.

“I’ve missed you so much.” Race pulled back from the hug to cupped her face. A million of words being spoken with his eyes. “A year away and I still recognized you.”

“A year away and somehow, I’m still dreaming of when I could see you again.” Y/N admitted softly. She glanced at a soft colored silver chain around his neck. She reached out to remove it from under his shirt.

It was her scale on a necklace.

Race kissed her forehead. “Had to keep you close, somehow.”

The pirate sat down next to her. Legs hanging off the deck next to the scaled tail of his love. It still feels unreal that she’s here. He’s praying he isn’t hallucinating from the alcohol and cigar from earlier. “May I?”

Y/N doesn’t respond back. It was something they both needed after being apart for a year. Their lips meet, a contrast in temperature. His warm lips against her cold lips. The smell of the sea on her skin makes him feel dizzy. If the sea and moonlight were a person, it’d be her.

Her hand cupped the back of his neck, deepening the reunion kiss. They kept kissing and kissing until Y/N was warm. They pulled away, but Race hugged the siren once more.

“I missed you so much.” He reiterated.

“I missed you too, my love.” Y/N said it back.

“I didn’t know you were on this ship until I saw someone tackle their crew mate.” Y/N giggled quietly, remembering the scene from her perspective in ocean. “I hate you for being able to prevent our attacks.”

“Well, I survived two others. I would be stupid to not use this knowledge to my advantage, sweetheart.” Race snickered and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

It was silent for a moment. The couple enjoying each other’s presence. The moonlight reflecting off of Y/N’s scales softly. Race’s body heat keeping Y/N comfortable in his arms. The ship aimlessly sailing north.

“Does the song really mean a woman is lying on the ocean water?” Y/N asked softly. Her curiosity was one of the things he admired about her.

“No, sweetheart.” Race kissed her forehead. “The song is about someone they love caring about the other’s return.”

He paused letting her process. “In this case, us pirates, sing the song in hopes we return to our loved one. Like my captain, Jack, is waiting to return home to his wife, Katherine or my buddy, Romeo, hoping someone is waiting for him at the dock for his return.”

“Or me, waiting to be reunited with you.” Race muttered softly. Y/N glanced up at Race. A small, loving smile on her face as she leaned up to peck his lips.

“You should be singing my Bonnie lies in the ocean. My Bonnie lies in the sea.” Y/N joked with a giggle.

Race matched her smile. “Well, my Bonnie lies in the ocean. Yeah, bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back. Bring back my Bonnie to me. To me.”

Y/N leaned her head against Race’s shoulder as he sung the modified words to “My Bonnie”. It was special to them. Only they would know the true meaning.

And when they parted ways, they had a new song to hum when they missed each other. Not a siren song or a sea shanty, just their love song.

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#newsies #uksies #newsies broadway #newsies x reader #race higgins #race x reader #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #racetrack x reader #siren au #pirate au #alternate universe

[heliads]

Race Masterlist

Good Trouble - Based on this request: “Race x fem!reader where she's Spot's second command. She's kinda reserved but became friends with Race, and after the strike he goes to find her to ask for her help” Imagine

All in the Words - Based on this request: “race and some of the newsies are hanging out with yn and yn is acting all tough. They keep trying to make her drop that attitude by making jokes, and race flirts with her as a joke. Yn gets all nervous and blushy so he just keeps going thinking its adorable until yn fires back and he kinda dies” Imagine

I See You - Based on this request: “racetrack x reader oneshot where they’re not that close but they have both been secretly crushing on each other, and they finally admit it to each other after they have to do a project together?” Imagine

Don’t You Know? - Based on this request: “Racetrack x Reader fluff where they are both in college and have liked each other for a long time but are oblivious. They are have to do a project together and they admit their feelings for each other.” College AU

Close and Far - Based on this request: “friends to lovers relationship, you notice he’s been acting weird lately and have a confrontation that’s leads to a kiss and overwhelming tension between the two messes up the friendship and they don’t want to lose each other as friends but friends is not enough situation” Imagine

Pretty Reminders - Based on this request: “Race drabble, this one with a reader who has a very noticeable scar on her face. She’s really insecure about it, so Race takes it upon himself to make her see how pretty she actually is.” Drabble

Best Girl - Based on this request for my 3k celebration: “personalized drabble for Racetrack Higgins where the reader is autistic (like me!) is very bubbly and affectionate, has a photographic memory and green eyes, and really loves reading and telling stories?” Drabble

The Bet - You’ve been doing your best to pretend you don’t have a crush on Race for a while. When the two of you finally start dating, it feels like an impossible stroke of luck. After overhearing a conversation between Race and some of his friends, though, you begin to realize that it may not have been as honest as you’d thought. Imagine

Just Friends - You and Race have been friends since forever. That’s all there is to the two of you, just a really good friendship. It’s not like you would ever want there to be anything more to it, right? Imagine

A Glance Across the Street - Based on this request: “a race oneshot where he realized he’s in love with the reader. she’s doing something (singing, playing with kids, whatever) and he’s awestruck and the boys are teasing him after” Imagine

Coming Home - Based on this request: “race x kelly!reader where she got back from the refuge and it’s not doing rlly good?” Imagine

A Pretty Thief - After Race stumbles upon what has to be the most charming pickpocket in the entire city of New York, he’s sure he has to get to know her. It’s a good thing he’ll soon get his chance. Imagine

Fortune Favors the Love-Struck -  When Y/N’s best friend Race asks her to help him ask out some Manhattan girl, she feels reluctant because of her own feelings for him. What will she do when Race finds out that she loves him? Imagine

Doctor -  When your best friend, Katherine Pulitzer, forces you to come talk to the newsboys of Manhattan with her, you’re sure nothing good will come of it, especially since you’re busy with work from medical school. However, one particular blue-eyed newsie just might change your mind. Imagine

Silent Treatment -  Based on the request “racetrack x reader where they got into an argument, and y/n gives racer the silent treatment and he does all these things to impress her and begs her to talk to him. It can be a silly/fluffy/ or angst up to you!!❤️❤️” Imagine

Meeting the Parents -  Based on the request: “Racetrack x reader where she is filthy rich so he goes out to dinner with her family and they don’t like him. He then teaches her what it’s like to be poor? Kinda like the titanic scene??” Imagine

#newsies #race #race imagine #race x reader #race imagines #newsies race #newsies race imagine #race masterlist #newsies race x reader #newsies race imagines #newsies race masterlist #race higgins #race higgins imagine #race higgins x reader #race higgins masterlist #newsies imagine #newsies x reader #newsies masterlist #newsies imagines

[broadwaynoodle]

bitter sweet pt 1

Tittle: Bitter sweet pt. 1

Pairing: mob!Racetrack higgins X fem!Reader

Word count: 1273

Summary: If your brother gets in debt with New York’s greatest mobster, you become the victim.

Warning: swears, violence later on, maybe a little more spicy in later parts.

A/N: Hey babes! I’m back and idk if there’s even demand fort his kind of series but i felt like writing it so yeah, fuck this. Also this is kind of a mess right now because I always struggle setting up bigger stories (hence this being my first series.) but i promise it’ll get better. Love you all xx BroadwayNoodle (also anyone who knows how to make a master list please DM me to help me out xxx)

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Black, that’s all you could see right now, black, you were just walking around the streets, doing some shopping, when you felt a hand around your mouth, you got lifted up and pushed in the back of a car, left, right, right, another right, and left again, the car came to a stop, are you going to die? Are these people going to hurt you, a pushed and grabbed by a big hand dragging you behind them, you almost fell as fast as he was walking, you heard a door close, wood you are walking on wood. Another door closed, chair, you’re sitting, you got pushed in a chair, four hands held you down, another pair pulled off your blindfold. Your breath was heavy, what was going to happen to you now? Footstep, you heard footsteps, you looked over your shoulder, and then you saw him, fancy dress pants, a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top three buttons unbuttoned, baby blue eyes and messy ash blonde curls. You knew this man, Racetrack Higgins, the biggest mob boss of New York City.

Your brother inherited your family's mob, Race’s mob happened to be your brother’s rival. ‘Damn angel, you really are as gorgeous as they all said.’ Race said. ‘What do you want from me Higgins? I didn’t do anything to you, I’m not even part of the mob.’ His response was the most sinister chuckle you ever heard. ‘Owh angel please, your cute little brother thought it was a good idea to steal money from me, I could have put a bullet through his had, but that would be no fun now, would it?’ He said while he's slowly sitting down across from you, blowing all of his cigar smoke into your face. You cough. Not being able to handle the taste you were breating in from it. ‘So now what? I’m here, you think my brother is just gonna show up and give you your money back?’you scoffed at the man sitting across from you he’s delucinal.

‘It’s not that doll, let’s just say you are a little motivator for him, I mean, we can at least have him thinking his baby sister is in danger, doesn’t have to me true don’t you think?’ you rolled your eyes, Race gave a little wave to the two men holding you down, they walk towards the door of the office you’re in. ‘See doll, you’re not a prisoner, you’re as free as a bird, and I’ll spoil you doll, we just need Jay to pay up.’ You frowned. ‘And what if he doesn’t?’ for the first time in the entire conversation Race looked you in the eyes. ‘Well, then I’ve had my fun, and well, we’ll see what happens to you doll.’ You rolled your eyes. ‘don't call me doll, I’m not a toy.’ race chuckled, stood up, walked to the front of his desk, he crouched down in front of you, lifted your head so you’d look at him, and then he leaned in and whispered in your ear: ‘Everyone is a toy to me doll.’ He got up again to lean against his desk. ‘I expect you in the dinning hall around 7 doll, show up or you’ll have to have dinner with my men, they are not as nice to pretty girls as I am doll.’ You were speechless so you just nodded.

Race looked at the two men that were waiting by the door ‘Y/N, doll, these are Albert and Elmer, my two most loyal men, they’ll show you to your room, and to the dining hall at 7, if you need anything you can call for them, they’re responsible for you now ‘kay?’ The men nodded, you got up and hoped the men would hurry up. ‘owh and doll.’ Race called after you, you turned around to look at Race again, you had to admit he was dashing, even though he kidnapped you and now wants to keep you like a dog or something. ‘the library is on the thrid floot, and the pool and cinema are on the fifth, Albert will bring you some of mine stuff for today, we can look for some stuff for you tomorrow.’ He sent you off with that, you felt like shit, you knew Jay wasn’t gonna get the money, he wouldn’t even notice you were gone, when you were 15 you stopped talking to him in the hopes you could stay out of this whole mobster mess, and here you are, in some psycho’s house, lord knows for how long.

 ‘We’re here.’ The redhead walking you to your room said, the brunette walked off, lord knows when you would see him again. ‘I’ll be back within 10 minutes with some clothes okay?’ he tilted his head slightly, as if he was a puppy waiting for his owner to tell him he did a good job. ‘Yes thank you sir.’ You said opening the door to your new room. ‘Just Albert will be fine, no need for formalities.’ He smiled at you. ‘Okay well then thank you Albert.’ You smiled back and then he walked off, you walked into the room, and you had to admid it was even more impressive then your family home.

The room was clean and white, except fort he blush pink sheets on the bed, a little note lying on top of them.

‘I’m sorry it has tob e like this, heard blush was your favorite color.

 X Racetrack’

For some reason this made you smile it made you have peace, knowing he might have a little bit of feelings, then you heard a faint knock. ‘Yes?’ the redheaded boy walked in with a tshirt and a pair of sweatpants, he saw you looking at the note and walked up to you. ‘Can i sit?’ he asked, you nodded so he sat down next to you. ‘I tried to stop Race you know, but he’s just really hard headed.’ He began. ‘Please don’t start, he’s a psycho, i dont wanna talk about it. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help, he might look scary, be scary even, but he’s really not, you should give him a chance.’ You scoffed ‘A chance to do what? Kill me?’ you said as you got up. ‘I’m sorry, I’ll be back in two hours to you know, get you for dinner.’ You nodded, as soon as Albert closed the door you broke down in tears, your worst nightmare came true and you didn’t know what to do about it.

You decided to go tot he bathroom and take a shower, trying to wash the awful smell of Race’s cigar off of you, you started scrubbing lightly, but the scrubbing became harder and harder by the minute, you felt assaulted and gross, you could feel the hands of Race’s men on your body, Race’s lips on your ear and after an hour you gave up. You slipped into the clean clothes Albert had brought you and the decided to look through the cabinets in the bathroom, you found some make-up and decided to work wit hit, maybe if you tried hard enough, Race would be nice to you, maybe he wouldn’t kill you after he got bored of you, you gotta be an optimist to survive in prison after all. You looked at yourself, wet hair, some mascara, red lipstick, a nirvana shirt that was way too big on you, some gray sweatpants and fuzzy socks. The  you heard a knock on the door and Albert yell. ‘Princess it’s time for dinner!’

Well fuck, here goes nothing.

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