#race higgens x reader

[connor-murphy-trash]

DEH, BMC, and Newsies Ships!

Hey guys! So I really need to get back into writing. What better way to do that then writing ships for you guys! I'm only going to be doing this for a short period of time just so I can test it out and see how easily I can do them. I dont have much time to write at the moment so hopefully this will be easy enough that I can do it in my free time without stressing too much about how long they are.

While I dont want them to be too long/time consuming to write, I will try my best to make them as personalized as possible. They will have who I ship you with and why, how you started dating, and what the overall relationship is like in day to day life.

For me to be able to do that, I need to know a bit about you! So send me an ask (or several and just sign it with an emoji or something so I know they go together) telling me the following: what fandom you want a ship from, your sexuality/preference for a male or female character, your hobbies and interests, your personality type, and anything else you feel is necessary to add!

Last but not least, please be patient with these. I have no clue how many requests I will get or how fast I will be able to do them. Once this post is taken down then requests for ships will be closed so I can finish what's in my inbox. Thank you for being so understanding while everything is so hectic in my life right now <3

Sincerely Me,

Liz

Edit: I will only be doing one ship per ask just so it's easier for me to write. You are more than welcome to send several asks tho! Thank you for understanding!<3

[broadwaytrash101]

You’se a scabber now! (Race x reader)

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Description: Your family becomes rich and Race is scared that he is going to lose you

“Hey (Y/N) wake up” You groaned as you heard your older brother’s voice

“Go away,” you said groaning slightly “I’m sleepy”

“Dad said he wanted us to meet him in his office today, so you need to get up” your brother let the family butler in your room, so she could pick out your outfit for the day. You sat up yawning loudly and stretching your arms above your head.

“You don’t have to do that Alexandra I can pick my outfit myself,” you said quickly ushering your brother and butler out of your room. “I’ll be ready in 10 minutes” you quickly shut your door. You quickly pick out a dress and slipped it on.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this feeling” you whispered to your self as you brushed your hair.

You weren’t always rich. Your family was quite poor. Your father always wanted to be a pharmacist and make new types of medicine, but with no funding, he couldn’t get the material he needed. Since he couldn’t provide for his family he had to pull your brother and you out of school so you could get jobs. You were only 12 when you got a job as a newsie. You had to admit being a newsie for 4 years was fun, but you always wanted an education and when your dad invented a ground-breaking disinfecting a huge pharmaceutical company hired him and now he makes enough money that you could buy yourself a school.  Even though you could get whatever you wanted you still missed your newsies. They made such an incredible impact in your life and you couldn’t ask for better friends. Especially a certain cigar smoking newsie. Your heart started to speed up just thinking about him.

Race was certainly the newsies that had the greatest impact on you. The first day you arrived to get your papes he was the one that quickly jumped at the opportunity to teach you everything he knew. Without him, you wouldn’t have been able to sell a single pape. He was also the one to cheer you up whenever you were down, and he was always there for you no matter what time of day it was. You showed up at the lodging house once at 3am since you couldn’t sleep because of your parents fighting and he didn’t even bat an eye. He just moved over and let you rest beside him as you ranted to him. He never made you feel uncomfortable and was always the first one to soak anyone who would look at you funny or talk to you in an inappropriate manner. It also didn’t help that you had the hugest crush on the young gambler.

But now you barely ever see him. You’ve been concentrating hard on your schooling. You had a tutor come over to your house to help you catch up. You would work around 9 hours or sometimes even 10 hours a day.

“You almost ready in there? Dad is going to get angry if we show up to late” your older brother said while he banged on your door. You rolled your eyes an opened your door.

“I was barely even 10 minutes” you replied

“Let’s go,” he said while locking his arm with yours leading you outside.

“Can we buy a pape before meeting with dad?” you pleaded with your brother.

“Don’t talk like that” he scowled “You know dad would get mad if he heard you talking like that, especially if it was in front of his new friends.”

“It’s just a word, no need to get mad” you pouted back.

“We have to prove to everyone that we aren’t street rats (Y/N) and it’ll be hard to do that if you keep acting like one” your brother started to sound like your tutor.

“Okay then, can we get a paper then,” you said putting emphasis on the word paper.

“Of course father would probably want to read one as well” you smiled brightly and started leading your brother to your old selling spot.  You knew Race would be there and you couldn’t resist the urge to see that handsome face of his.

As you rounded the corner you could hear Race voice as he shouted headlines that were clearly made up. You waved at Spec and Albert who was a crossed the road just hanging around. They must have already finished selling all their papes.

“One paper please,” your brother said when you reached Race

“Make that two papes please!” your brother’s face scowled as soon as you said ‘papes’ but you couldn’t bring it to care.

Your heart started to pound when Race turned to face you and your brother. He’s as breathtaking as always and you could still detect that faint smell of cigar.

“(Y/N)? is that you?” Race asked surprise, I guess he never really saw you in proper clothing before. Hopefully, he liked it.

“It’s been a while,” you said smiling brightly. Race only nodded as he raised a brow looking at your brother. He seemed mad?

“Here,” you said handing Race 3$ “Keep the change” Race only nodded and handed you the papes not taking his eyes off your brother.

“I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out? I know it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I really want to catch up. Do you want to meet up at that cute bakery we use to always go to? We could meet up at 6?” you asked

“I’se love to” Race said while he placed his cigar in his mouth “Now’s scram I’se need to finish selling,” he said coldly.

“Um okay see you later”

 *Race POV*

“I’se couldn’t believe me eyes, (Y/N) is a scabber!” Specs said loudly

“And did you’se see the boy she’s with now! I’se couldn’t believe it!” Albert continued. “And she thunk that she could just waltz back into our lives after leaving us”

“Shut up” I basically growled out. Spec and Albert just rolled their eyes.

“You’se only defending her since you’se want her to be your goil” Albert said

“We should be happy for her” I said “She’s probably just busy now and she’s no scabber”

“Sure, but remember she’s rich now, one day she ain’t going to even remember you’se name” Spec warned. I just rolled my eyes and started walking out of the lodging house. I was already late. As I walked towards the bakery I couldn’t help but let Specs’ words bug him. He was right. She’s no longer poor and she’s got herself a man that could provide for her for the rest of her life. She doesn’t need me anymore.

 *Y/N POV*

 You sighed as you sipped your tea. He was late, an hour late to be more specific. He did seem mad earlier. He probably hated you now. Just as you were giving up hope the little bell rang meaning someone was walking into the bakery. Your eyes lit up when you saw Race walk in with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Race you made it! I thought you weren’t coming!” you said as you stood up to hug him. He quickly moved over before you could touch him making you frown but decided to just drop it. “I got you a muffin and a cup of coffee, but the coffee is probably cold by now”

“You’se change (Y/N)” Race simply state

“What?” you asked surprised

“I’se said you’se changed. I’se only came here to tell you that we’se can’t be friends anymore” you were shocked. As you simply stood there not knowing what to say Race made his way out of the bakery. Quickly getting back to reality you grabbed your purse and followed Race out the door.

“What the actual hell Anthony,” you said as you grabbed Race’s arm. He stiffened when you said his name “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around much. But I’ve been busy with school! I missed 4 years of it and I’m trying to catch up! I thought you’d be happy for me! You know that I’ve always wanted to go to school. You never got mad when Davey left us to go back”

“I’se don’t care about Davey! And he didn’t change! He still comes to visit! He’s not a scabber” Race said angrily making you tear up.

“I am not a scabber” you said offended

“You’se a scabber! You’se got a scabber life now! You’se don’t need us street rats around anymore!”

“I never thought of you guys as street rats and you know it! I can’t believe you!”

“Whatever doll go back and cry to your boyfriend” Race mumbled angrily as he turned around about to walk away.

“Boyfriend?” You asked confused making Race roll his eyes.

“Don’t act dumb with me, I’se saw you’se with him this morning!” Race said while he glared down at you.

But when you really looked into his eyes you saw it. You’d recognize that look anymore. Race wasn’t mad at you. He was scared, and you could tell he was infected with the green monster of envy. You’ve had your fair share of the monster since you’d always feel like punching every girl that Race would flirt with while he sold his papes.

Not even thinking twice you grabbed Race’s collar and pulled him down connecting your lips with his. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears when you didn’t feel Race kissing back. Was this the right choice? Where you even right? Was it jalousie that you saw?

You were about to pull away, but Race wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flushed against him deepening the kiss. You couldn’t help but gasps as you felt his soft lips move against yours deeply. That just gave Race the opportunity to slip his tongue in making you moan softly as you ran your fingers throw his hair tugging lightly. As you tugged on his hair Race groaned pushing you against the nearest ally wall. His taste was intoxicating. He tasted slightly like cigar and you wanted more.

Sadly, you needed to breathe so both of you slowly separated. Both of you breathing heavily but none of you showing signs of separating.

As you run your fingers through his hair you couldn’t help but smile.

“That was my brother” Race looked at you confused.

“What?”

“The ‘scabber’ I was with earlier” you started “He’s my brother”

“Fuck, I was glaring at him the entire time, he probably thinks I’se want to fight him” He groaned as he rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Well you kinda did” you stated

“I’se thought he was your boyfriend!” you only giggled as you lifted his head connecting your lips to his once more.

[d-benjo-bucoco]

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.

[maybeforforeverwillbeouralways]

Could you write a nsfw with race? I'm a total slut for Race Higgins

You didn’t specify whether you wanted headcanons or a fic, so I kind of combined both. I hope you like it!

Whenever he loses at the racetrack he comes over to your apartment

He sneaks in through your window

You lock the door and sometimes you just lay there, curled around each other

But other times…

It usually starts with the two of you curled around each other

You’re the little spoon of course

But you’ll be lying there

And then all of a sudden his hand will snake up to your chest from where it’s wrapped around your waist

And he starts to unbutton the collar of your dress

And he gets it as far open as he can before he rolls you onto your back and straddles your lap

He unbuttons the top of your dress and you sit up so he can slide it down your shoulders

As soon as that’s done, he starts on your skirt and soon you’re lying there in a shift

He stares at you for a long moment, then kisses you

It starts out slow, just a simple press of lips, but then he bites your lip lightly and and open your mouth to moan

He slips his tongue inside your mouth and brings his hand up to pinch your nipples through your shift.

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, arching your back up into him

He grinds down and you can feel his hardness

You let out another moan and he brings his head down to suck on your nipples through your shift

“Mm… Race…”

“Shh,” he reminds you. “Ya family, they’s in the otha room.”

You tug at his vest, finally getting it off and throwing it across the room

He strips his shirt off too, and while he’s doing that you undo the fly of his pants.

You push him back and pull his pants and underwear down , then crawl on top of him, hiking your shift up so your underwear is visible, making sure to grind down on his thigh so he can feel how wet he’s made you.

He smirks and pulls your shift up the rest of the way. Once it’s off he drops his hands to your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples

You stifle a moan because holy hell are your nipples sensitive

(he knows this and shamelessly exploits it)

“Ya look so good, baby girl”

You smile and bend over so your lips are hovering right over his and whisper “I know”

Then you slide down his body (shamelessly rubbing against his thigh again) and bend down and lap at the tip of his dick

He stifles a groan, biting down on his palm. He knows you’re paying him back for the comment about being quiet, because he’s incapable of keeping his voice down when you blow him

You suck lightly at the head, rubbing your hand up and down the shaft, twisting your wrist occasionally

He’s trying desperately not to buck up into your mouth and you appreciate the effort, you really do

In fact, seeing how much he has to strain to hold himself back always turns you on more

You’re desperately grinding against his leg now, staining his pants (a small voice in the back of your head reminds you that the other newsies will give him shit for that later but quite frankly you don’t care)

You take more of him into your mouth, rubbing your tongue along the underside of his cock

One hand is stroking the base of his dick, and the other comes up to play with your nipples

This entire time he’s been fighting not to make any noise, but you suddenly drop your hand from the base of his dick to his balls while letting out a moan around his cock and his back arches up and he slams a hand over his mouth to stifle the loud groan he makes

He immediately starts pushing you off him, or he’s going to finish before he can fuck you

Once your other hand is free you bring that up to your chest and pluck at both your nipples while grinding down on his leg

You throw your head back as you cum and he pulls you to him to stifle your moans with a kiss

“Baby girl, you look so good when ya cum on my lap like that..”

You’re panting, but he hasn’t gotten off yet and you really want him in you, so you pull your underwear off and sink down on his dick

Now it’s your turn to stifle a groan with a kiss

He starts fucking up into you as you grind down on him

His face is buried in your chest and you’re pressing him there with your head thrown back

“Oh, Race, oh god, Race, Race, Race…”

“(y/n), oh god, right there, yeah”

You’re both whispering so as to not alert your family

He slips a hand down between the two of you and starts rubbing at your clit

The overstimulation burns, but it feels so good, and you start to grind down harder

He has his other hand on your back and his nails are digging into your shoulder

His hips start to stutter and you place your hands on his shoulders and push yourself up and down as fast as you can

“(y/n), (y/n), I’m gonna -”

“Race, Race, please”

His hips stutter one last time and you feel him release in you

You clench around him as you come again and you kiss each other through your respective orgasms

You’re both panting into each other’s mouths by the end of it and you’re just holding each other

He presses a kiss to you forehead

“Thanks for cheerin’ me up, (y/n)”

“Anytime, dear”

(You mean it too - this is pretty much a weekly occurrence)

[generic-blog-name-69]

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.

Words: 3,298 ----------------

“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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Fuming

Fandom: Newsies

Pairing: Racetrack Higgins x Reader

Requested by: Anon

`Can you write a fic where race and the reader (girlsie) get in an argument and they’re a couple of centimers away from each other’s face and then you two stop talking for five seconds and you two start to look at each other’s lips and start to gaze into each other’s eyes. You can decide what will happen in the end. Thanks!! 😘`

A/N:  I haven't written a new newsies fics so here you are! + my latest fic about Steve Harrington got like 300 notes and that's like the most notes i've ever got on a fic so ty!!

A/A/N: My Laptop was being a bit screwy so if there`s any screw-ups or typos or some shit, forgive me lmao

Warnings: Use of the word Dumbass?? Idk??

Words: 721

It all started with the fight in the square.

You were never supposed to come, yet of course you came anyway. Race, your best friend for who knows how long, had clearly-and sternly- ordered for you to stay at the lodging house, where you would be safe from the bulls and the Delancey’s who now often roamed the streets at the most random of hours. Now, you knew what made Race worry about you. You’d worry the same for him. But ever since Race and the rest of the newsies saw some of the boys come home bloodied and bruised, your blonde haired companion decided it was best for you to stay inside, where you could mope around and “stay safe” as he called it. You reluctantly agreed, knowing that it was for your own safety, and you knew many of the boys were happy to do your shift for you.

But when you heard about the big brawl in the square? You couldn’t just stay at the lodging house. You had to help.

And despite Race’s complaints and orders for you to stay, you went out anyway.

Punches were thrown, Blood stained the pavement, and then all of a sudden- here you were back at the lodging house, accompanied by an anger fueled Race.

“What were you thinking!”

You turned around to see your once calm and collected best friend, to be almost red from fuming with anger. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, yet his eyes blazed with a raging fire. Hands, balled up in fists; Jaw, clenched.

Now, to say you weren't equally as angry was an understatement. Your fists were similar to his, jaw equally as clenched, and the fire in your eyes seemed to be blazing brighter and harder than his.

“What was I thinking!? I was thinking of helping them out! Did you really think I would just stay here and let everyone just get hurt, knowing I could've done something!?”

Race was now pacing in his spot, still angry and fuming, then he turned his head to yours.

“You could've gotten hurt!” the boy yelled at you. The blood had rushed up to his ears, making them glow a blazing red.

“I did get hurt dumbass!” you retorted back. “At least I did something!”

Race’s face had suddenly dropped at the name you called him. He only wanted to protect you, to just sheild you from any harm- but he couldn't just do that. He couldn't just tell you about how he felt-or how he longed to just love you and hold your hand. Race knew that he should've let you go, he knows how strong and tough you are- but just the thought of you ending up like all the other boys made his stomach churn. Then, another wave of anger had washed over him.

“Dumbass? I was the one who taught you the ropes around here! I was the one, who kept you safe, who gave you a proper home- friends! You don't know how to be thankful don’t you!” He yelled, this time coming close to you, inches from your face.

You had now gone silent, as you didn't know what to say. His face was so close, and all you could focus on was how his gaze was focused on your lips. Race`s blue eyes darted up to yours, his breath tickling your nose.

“You gonna say anything more?” You taunted, venom lacing through your voice.

“Yeah-this.”

His lips crashed onto yours.

The faint taste of cigars lingered on his lips and all you could feel was the sudden warmth and fire ever growing in your chest. His hands made their way to your waist, then your hair, then back at your cheeks. It was heated, hot, and heavy.

A silence had passed between the two of you, the only sounds coming from your mouths as you caught your breaths. His chest rose up and down, similar to yours, as the two of you stood there, convincing yourself that this was real. His worrisome eyes had now been replaced with a look of love, passion- euphoria, and his recent scowl was now a wide smile.

“Are you going to say anything?” He smirked, any trace of anger gone, as he watched you stand there, silent.

“Yeah- kiss me again.”

[d-benjo-bucoco]

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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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.

[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

[connor-murphy-trash]

High school production of Newsies

Okay I just saw a local high school preform Newsies and I LOVED IT. It was so good and professional and here are some of my thoughts from it;

Crutchies fall at the beginning was so believable, like if I didnt know it was going to happened I would have freaked

Jack and Crutchie singing Santa Fe was amazing and they blessed my ears

Carrying the Banner was amazinging as always and I am officially even more in love with Race because the girl who played him was s o g o o d

The dancing was great for being in limited space and being in a high school

Davey was hella sassy and I was L I V I N G

Like hes not sweet and innocent like Ben Fankhauser plays him

He has attitude and I love it

The girl who played Les was great and had a super nice voice

Also I though she was max 11 years old

But apparently shes a freshman

So she was v smol and adorable as Les

Pulitzer looked shockingly similar to the actor that plays him in Newsies Live

As they walked into Meddas theater they were playing the tune of My Lovey-Dovey Baby from the movie and I almost died

The girl who played Medda also played Finch

And she had such a good voice like wow we stan a queen

Katherine was amazing

She had the perfect voice and was amazing at acting

She added so much sass to Katherine

Like even more than Kara Lindsay does

The set changes were great

Like ya know those metal things they climb on in newsies live? The ones that move around the stage?

Well they had more of a DIY version of those that just were at the back of the stage the whole time

And they had projectors just like Newsies Live and they would change the pictures on them to set the scene

Like I know that's not a big deal

But shout out to whoever controls that shit

Also shout out to the orchestra, they did amazingly

The girl who was playing Katherine got fucked over because her mic kept popping all through Watch What Happens

But she powered through anyways

And she was amazing and so in character the whole time

The fight after Seize The Day had me shook™

Like everyone was all over the place

And the punches and stuff looked so real

I flinched at a few of them

And dont even get me started on how amazing Jack was when he sang Santa Fe

The raw emotion was so heart breaking

His voice cracked a few times and he didnt quite hit the high note at the end but it just added to it all

Honestly I would not be surprised if he makes it to Broadway

Or the girl who played Katherine

Or Race

Or Medda

Like they all were so fucking good

King of New York was epic

When Katherine first came out in the start of act two

You could hear her tap shoes

And I got so fucking excited

The dancing was perfect and they kept a lot of the original choreography

Specs tap solo on the table wasnt in it tho and I was v sad

Letter from The Refuge was a tear jerker

I didnt cry

But I fucking wanted too

How he sang it was kinda different than the actual show and I love that he put his own twist on it

"Go AnD lOoK iT uP tHe PoOr GuYs HeAd Is SpInNiNg"

We stan Davey so much oml

Everytime Pulitzer would yell or raise his voice I would flinch a little bit

Apparently all of the Oldsies were played by teachers

All do respect, but I do NOT want him as my teacher, nope, no thanks

But he played the part SO GOOD

He had a slightly higher voice than I was expecting but it was still great

I'm always a slut for Spot Conlon

But he was the only one who was dressed in red for Brooklyns Here

So it just seemed like he was the only one from Brooklyn

Also he was kinda tall

I was hoping for the ironicness of "dem Brooklyn boys is big" *out walks tiny ass Spot Conlon* like it is with Tommy Broco

Normally I feel like Jack and Katherine's relationship is forced a bit because ~Disney~

But it felt so real between them

Like throughout the whole show they had chemistry

And the kiss and Something to Believe in was GOALS

Like they are the cutest

The key change in once and for all of course cleansed my soul

As it always does

When Roosevelt shook Jack's hand he instantly went over to Katherine to fangirl

Davey was a complete after thought

Also Roosevelt was wearing a huge top hat

And he took it off and put it onto the desk and the first thing Spot did was put it on and make weird faces

The finally was amazing as always

And everyone dancing was so perfect at the end

I could go on for HOURS about how talented these kids are

But I think this is where I'm going to end this shit because I'm ranting

Moral of the story, no matter who's putting it on, go see Newsies

I'm still shook and I saw it 9 hours ago

Also I am so sorry if I left anything out at all haha

I'm just so hyped

Low key I might go back tomorrow just to see it again

Oops haha

[connor-murphy-trash]

Hey! Just a quick newsies, Race x reader idea. So basically the reader and race have a secret relationship because the other boys are evil and would never stop poking fun at them if they knew. But one night she falls asleep (not smut) with race in his bed late in the night and when she wake up the reader accidentally puts on Race’s shirt instead of hers (they’re both newsies so the shirts look similar idk) Basically the boys figure it out and a lot of blushing ensues :) thank you!!

AN: This is a bit shitty, but I guess it’s not too bad for my first time writing fanfic, and something wrote at 2 am. I hope this is what you had in mind.

TW: none

Word count: 612

You and Race have been dating for about 3 months

When starting the relationship both you and Race agreed to keep it quiet for a while

Just to make sure the other boys wouldn’t find out and tease you about it

The last thing you wanted was to break up early on because the boys made some jokes that went too far

Like they did with your last boyfriend

He wasn’t a newsie

But they still found out and would tease you about him

They didn’t mean for things to go that far

But you got kinda self-conscious about the things you were doing around him

So you broke it off

But that’s not going to happen this time

Because the boys will never know

Race might have a loud mouth

But when it comes to peoples secrets

Especially of the ones he loves

He is one of the most trustworthy guys there is

Anyways

Your and Races bunks are across the room from each other

And even then Race ALWAYS keeps an eye on you

He knows you sometimes don’t sleep so well

If its because you can’t fall asleep or you have a nightmare

He is always ready to jump into action to help you

No matter what the situation is

So one night when you couldn’t fall asleep

You went over to Races bunk

As soon as he felt you tap his shoulder he moved the blankets out of the way

And engulfed you in his arms

When you touched his skin he was concerned

“Woah darlin, yous like a damn ice cube”

“Yeah well some of us has to sleep next to a window that don’t close all the way. In the middle of winter”

So like the gentleman he is

He gave you his shirt to keep you warm

You were in heaven

Because who doesn’t think that is just the sweetest thing ever?

Let’s just say that night you slept the best you had in a long time

That bliss didn’t last forever though

You and Race got up before the rest of the boys

To make sure none of them would see you in the same bed

Honestly, you both were still half asleep

And not paying much attention to anything

So when the rest of the boys came out into the common room

And saw you and Race just chilling next to each other

With his arm almost fully around you on the back of the couch

And you giggling at something he had just said

While still wearing his forgotten shirt

They knew something was up

Jack ended up clearing his throat

All of a sudden both you and Race were wide awake

Your heads snapped up to see the group of teen boys

Your heart sunk

The boys all erupted in

“CALLED IT”s

And “I knew it!”s

Once they settled down a bit Jack asked in a very teasing tone

‘So, when were you going to tell us yous two datin?”

“We-we’re not datin” You sputtered out, still in a bit of shock

“Then why is ya’s wearin his shirt?”

You looked down to see the worn fabric still on your body

“Awe look theys blushin!”

Race stood up

Walked over to the boys and said

“Fine we is datin, and I really love them. So if you boys care about either of us, no messin this up. Got it?”

After that, you always wore one of Races shirts to bed

Also during the winter, you decided it was much better to sleep with your nice warm boyfriend by your side

Protecting you and looking out for you whenever you need it

[aggressivetapdancing]

Protective Newsies x Badass! Reader HC’s + Race

Requested by: Anon “Girlsie fluff where my smol beans are super protective even though she’s a badass! Also maybe she’s dating Race?” A/N: Yet another badass newsie fluff thing!! I turned this into a bunch of HC’s for y’all

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- Alrighty - So you’re a newsie - D U H - You’re the only girlsie there - When you first showed up to sell papes - Everyone, and I mean everyone started to flirt with you - And yes, it was flattering, and yes it was cute but like - B O Y S - LEAVE ME ALONE - You’ve also come from a very rough part of town and you’ve had to learn to defend yourself and whatnot - And sometimes you could be a bit touchy - For example - One time, a customer called you short/ugly/insulted you - And you nearly soaked him - Race was there to hold you back - SPEAKING OF RACE - When you first bought papes, he was your selling partner - You didn’t really trust boys since you’ve been through pretty bad breakups before - But with race - He was an angel - A FUCKING SAINT AND YOU LOVED HIM - He eventually became your boyfriend :)))))) - And the newsies no longer flirted with you (okay maybe some did) but other than that they all treated you like a sister - They’re super protective - They all knew Race was your boyfriend, but they didn’t care that he was like family - If he hurt you, they’d soak him - And RACE IS PROTECTIVE ASF TOO - One day you were selling papes and - There was this drunk perv who happened to be walking by - And the perv decided to flirt with you - You ignored him - And since the perv was drunk - He decided to hurt you

- Race was over on the other side of the street when he heard you shriek - And he rushed over - And he saw that you had a busted lip and black eye - But the perv had gone - But since Race is protective: - “Doll! Oh- oh gosh, are youse alright?” - “I soaked him race! Ya proud of me?” - “Baby, you’re hurt.” - “It’s just my lip. And my eye is fine.” - “I need them lips though!” - “But I’m alright!” - “No more selling until you get better.” - And you’d protest but he’d only carry you bridal style and bring you back to the Lodging House - You’d try to sneak out - But race had all the boys stop you - And they led you back to rest - You groaned out of pain once and they all care rushing to your side - You just really love them all - And they love you so much - You’re just this big happy family and you’d do the same for them - Ugh I love them so much awh

[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

[aggressivetapdancing]

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.

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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.

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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.”