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theys-a-joke · 7 years ago

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Paper-Crossed Lovers

Heyo guys! Here’s another request I completed, though it’s long overdue, I got this request, what, three weeks ago? And im finally done with it. I’m super sorry about that. Quick shout out to my most favoritest mother @lovethyfanperson for helping me out with dialects.

Request: hi! could you please write something about race? maybe similar to katherine and jack, except the reader isn't the daughter of pulitzer or something. just kinda rich. and she helps race with food, clothes, shelter, and stuff. thanks!

So here it is, this was 18 pages long, enjoy. (Plus the ao3 link for those who want it!)

Everyday you made sure to walk for a bit outside, whatever the weather. Your family had a tendency to keep you inside for the majority of the day, and you just needed that breath of fresh air. And it wasn’t like they kept you inside for malicious purposes, they just wanted to make sure that you were safe and being courted by someone. They were good people, really, but they were also rich people. So whenever you did go out, you would always need to take the proper precautions and make sure you represented the family well and did everything else your mother and father told every time before you went out.

“Mother, father! I’m going out again.” You shouted as you raced down the stairs. You had finished your studies and were eager to get away from your books.

“Again? That’s the third time today, is everything alright (Y/N) dear?” Your mother said from the parlor. She was sat drinking tea and talking to the mother of another suitor.

“Yes mother dearest, everything is fine. I finished my reading and I needed to get out of my room.” You looked outside, clouds were starting to form, you should probably bring an umbrella. “Well, if you’re going out, could you get the evening paper? I didn’t manage to get one this morning. Here’s some money.” She set her tea down and walked over to her purse and pulled out some coins and handed them to you.

“Thank you mother, I’ll see you when I get back.” You gave her a hug and kiss and walked to the door. You grabbed an umbrella before walking out as well.

You had walked around for quite some time, past all the shops and restaurants. You took in the sounds and sights of New York, what a time to be alive. You were lost in thought when you heard some vague yelling.

“Pape! Evenin’ pape! Animals escape the zoo and go on a rampage!” You walked up to the boy yelling the headline. He seemed to have a cigar in his mouth, and how he was still able to clearly yell the headline was beyond you.

“Now, that can’t be true.” You said as you approached him. “What can’t?”

“The headline.” “And why’s that?” He took the cigar out of his mouth and crossed his arms defensively. “Well you would’ve seen them if they were on the streets.” “Fair point.” He paused, and looked you up and down. “Look, youse interested in buyin a pape or what?”

“I would be, if you told me the actual headline.” “It’s ‘bout the trolley strike.”

“Sweet lord, again? Well, a deal’s a deal,” You stick out your hand for the paper, to which he gives you, “and here’s some change.” You began to walk away when he spoke up again, and you turned your head to face him. “Uh, miss, this is way too much for a pape.” “Keep it, part for the paper and part for telling me the actual headline, and it’s not like my family needs it anyway.” You shrug your shoulders and were about continue walking back when you felt raindrops on your nose.

“Ah christ.” You heard the boy behind you mumble.

“Oh, do you need to borrow my umbrella?”

“Uh, I couldn’t ask that miss, ya need to get back to your own house.”

“No, I insist, we can both use my umbrella, look it’s big enough.” You opened your umbrella and walked over to the nameless newsboy.

“See?” You said with a smile.

“I guess so miss.” It was his turn to shrug, and then the two of you began walking. He told you the directions to take him to where he was going, and you chatted here and there about previous headlines.

“Here we are miss, this is where I get off, er, go in. Thanks for walkin me here.”

“No problem, and the names (Y/N) (L/N) not miss.”

“Well it’s been awful nice talkin to ya (Y/N), I’m Race.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Race, I’ll have to buy a paper from you more often.” You smirked and walked away from Race and the lodging house. This was going to be interesting.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

“Mother! Father! I’m going out to get the paper!” You had grabbed some money off of a shelf in your room, plus a little bundle you had created for Race.

“Alright dear! Just make sure your back in time for supper, Mr. and Mrs. Heiser and their family are coming over!” Your mother said from her own room. You groaned internally on your walk to Race. You knew this would never end. They just wanted you to have a nice and comfortable life, with a nice and rich man. It annoyed you that it was still happening, yet you knew why. You were brought out of your slump when you heard Race calling your name.

“(Y/N)! Ay (Y/N)!”

“Hello Race! Tell me, what’s today’s headline?”

“Bat child found in a cave on the outskirts a New York.” He said smugly.

“And the real headline?” You asked. You and Race had fallen into this pattern of you asking for a paper and him telling you the headline he was selling it under, and then the actual headline. It was refreshing, you never really got to joke with your family, so you cherished your time with Race.

“Annodda article ‘bout Pulitzer’s hate for Roosevelt.” “Do you think he’ll ever move on?” You asked, while handing Race some money in exchange for a paper. “Over Roosevelt? Never.” He was being dramatic, making you laugh.

“Speaking of not moving on, I brought you something!” You handed Race the little bundle you had brought with you.

“You’re still on about this? Ise told ya, I don’t need ‘em.” “Well, if you don’t want them, you can give them to some of the other newsboys, and if you do, make sure to give them my regards.” You said with a shrug and a smile, knowing it would get him to take it.

“This happens every week Race, is there anything else I can say to get you to take the things I bring you?”

“Maybe youse could stop bringin’ em?” “Only until I run out of things to bring you!” You say brightly.

“Plus, I’ve seen you wearing the things I bring you, so to say you don’t like them would be false.”

“You got me there doll. They are pretty nice, say, where is you gettin’ these clothes anyway?”

“I, uh, I got it from my brother. He’s been gone a while, he died in the war a while back.”

“Oh, I’m sorry ‘bout that doll. Guess it must be difficult seein his clothes on me eh?” “Not really, it kinda makes me happy seeing them be worn again, is that weird?”

“Not really, now I never had much a family, but I would guess that seein somethin that has meanin to you everyday makes it easier to get used too. Just like how quick you got used to me.” He nudged you on that last part, and you sighed.

“You know, I think you might be right Race, you just might be right.” The two walked for a bit more, you thinking about what Race had said, and Race enjoying the view of area.

“I should probably be getting home soon.” You said, pulling Race out of his own head and thoughts.

“Yeah, the settin sun, while a lovely picture, bears a horrible reminder that we gotta part ways. Hey, hows about I walk you home?”

“I’m not sure if that’d be a good idea, my parents planned dinner with another family they’re trying to marry me off to.” You grumbled.

“Ah, the burden of bein rich.” “Hey now, I’ve got a difficult life, trying to maintain my image and all.”

“Yeah, come talk to me when you don’t know if you’ll be able to buy dinner.” You stop after he says this.

“Wait, are you serious?” You say in shock. “What, ya think I can get dinner every night like you? Nah, I gotta make sure I got enough money to buy papes for the next day, and sometimes I just can’t afford it.” His speech is nonchalant.

“Race, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright, though I gotta say, with youse bringin’ me money an’ clothes an’ such, life’s been easier.”

“I’m glad I can help. But if you or any of the others need anything, really, please tell me.”

“Good to know sweetheart. Now hows about we get youse home eh?”

“Oh, right, that, yes. Alright.” The pair of you meander back to your house, the silence solemn. When you had finally gotten back to your house, you turned to Race.

“I was serious back there, if you or any of the other guys need something, please feel free to ask me for it. I want to help you guys.” “Thank ya’ sweetheart, now I gotta be gettin back.” He turned to leave but before he could you enveloped him in your arms. He was surprised to say, but he enjoyed the feeling nonetheless.

“Have a safe trip back, ok?” Your voice was muffled by his shirt.

“Doll, when have youse known me not to be safe?”

“I mean it.” You said firmly.

“What, you care ‘bout me or somethin’?” He turned around in your arms and looked into your eyes.

“Of course I do, you think I’ve been doing all of this because I don’t care?”

“Doll, I didn’t mean it like that, I know you care. An’ I cares about youse too. I just, I don’t know how to show youse yet.” He was the one hugging you this time, his hands rubbing your back.

“I’ll see ya around, yeah doll?”

“Yeah Race.” His hands slid down your arms, ending at your hands. He brought them up to his lips and kissed them.

“Till next time.” He turned and left, leaving you on the steps to your house. You smiled and opened the door. You saw your parents in the parlor talking with the Heisers, you managed to hear what you determined to be the end of a conversation.

“. . . just went out to buy a paper, and probably got distracted.” You heard your mother's voice. You walked towards the parlor and leaned against the frame.

“Are you talking about me?”

“There she is! Yes, we were just talking about you, how nice of you to finally join us.” You could hear the joking tone of her voice and laughed.

“As you said, I got distracted. Lost track of time. Though I finished all my work before hand so you don’t need to worry about that.” You left your spot against the frame to go hug your mother. She hugged you back and pulled you into the seat next to her.

“These are the Heisers, Elizabeth and her mother Cordelia.” “It’s a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances.”

“The pleasure is ours.” Cordelia said.

“Where’s father?” You asked your mother.

“Outside with Charles and James.”

“Smoking cigars no doubt.” You commented.

“Of course, what else does your father do?” “He acts as if we’re never going to run out of money.” You were exasperated with his constant consumption of cigars. At least Race always seemed like he had the same one. But it worried you still. What if that killed him off early?

“It doesn’t quite seem like it though, does it dear?” Cordelia joked. She seemed nice enough, though you knew these types. Everyone one of them were always there just for the money. They didn’t quite care about what you wanted, that’s how it always was. That’s what drew you in most about Race, that he didn’t care about your money or your social standing. He liked you for you, and as cliche as it sounded, you enjoyed it. While in your daze, the conversation had carried on about more trivial things. You were brought back by the sound of a door opening and the closing shortly after.

“Ah, George dear,” Your mother to get your father’s attention, “why don’t you bring Charles and James over here to meet (Y/N).”

“Ah yes, at long last, the great and wonderful (Y/N) is finally home.” “Oh, my ever charming and darling father, how are you?” You got up to hug your father, ever the hardy man, a bit hard headed too. Yet you loved him despite it.

“I’m doing quite well, I had a chat with these fine gentlemen and they are some of the funniest people I have met in all my years. Behind you, of course, my dear. And how are you doing?”

“I had quite an eventful day, I went for another walk through the city. Stopped by the bakery, the flower shop, chatted with shop owners, the usual.”

“Did you at least buy a paper?” Your father asked, jokingly.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” You took out the paper and handed it to your father.

“I also had a very nice chat with the newsboy selling the paper. They all seem to be quite interesting young men.” You mentioned it offhandedly, hoping that no one would really critique what you had said.

“Chatting? With a newsboy? I didn’t know they knew basic english.” The son said. He was either James or Charles, which one you didn’t really care.

“They have to, how else would they sell papers!” Elizabeth said, chuckling.

“(Y/N), why would you be talking to one of them, you’re just supposed to buy a paper from them.” Your mother scolded.

“They provide a new perspective and can be quite thoughtful.”

“Sure they can.” The boy scoffed. Good lord he was annoying.

“At least they’ll listen to what I have to say and aren’t judgemental like someone I barely know and really don’t have the desire to get to know.”

“Well I’d never!” Cordelia exclaimed.

“Mrs. (L/N) please contain your daughter! It’s not right for a girl to be making such accusations!” The father said.

“Please, I don’t even know either of your names, you have no right to be talking about what I should and shouldn’t be!” You shouted at him. You were completely done with this conversation and stormed off. You headed towards the door and heard your mother shout at you.

“(Y/N) (L/N) you come back here right now!”

“I’ll be back later! When the ever so lovely Heiser's have left!” You slammed the door closed. You were unable to deal with these people. No discussion had ever gotten that heated. Though you hadn’t brought up the newsboys in any discussion ever. At least until now. Though had you brought them up earlier, you were sure more conversations would end like this one. You didn’t even know where you were going until you looked up. You had brought yourself to the lodging house. Maybe that’s why things had gotten so personal. Maybe you felt like it wasn’t just the newsboys you were defending, but a certain one in particular. How would you even get up there to meet him. You walked around the building, looking for options, checking your surroundings to make sure you were still safe. You saw a balcony with clothes that looked all too familiar. You managed to climb the fire escape connected to building and stopped once you had reached the balcony with the clothes. And when you looked through the window, sure enough, there was they guy you had given the clothes to. You knocked on his window, causing him to jump.

“(Y/N)? What is youse doin here? Shouldn’t you be at home?” He opened the window and helped you in. You were glad to see he didn’t have his cigar in his mouth.

“Yes, well, you see, I had a disagreement with my family and had to leave.”

“Youse sure it was just a disagreement?” “That doesn’t matter, what does matter is that now that I’m here, I want to meet some of your friends.” You got up off of his bed and dusted off your clothes. The want to look presentable still heavily ingrained into you.

“Well alright then. Come one, I’ll give ya the grand tour.” He took hold of your hand and lead you through a doorway that opened into a hallway. He told you about each of the rooms and where everything was until you came into a main room. There were a couple guys in there playing a card game, though they lifted their heads as you entered.

“Well hey now, whos the goirl Race?” “And how long you been hidin her?” Out of the two boys who had spoken, one had red hair and the other was quite short.

“Albert, Romeo, Specs, Jojo, Elmer, this is (Y/N), a friend o’ mine.” He wasn’t quite sure what to call you, as he wasn’t quite sure of the relationship the two of you had, so he thought friend would be the best for now.

“Well, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you sweetheart. The name’s Romeo.” He came up and bowed in front of you, and to be extra dramatic, he kissed your hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.” You returned his dramatic gesture with an over the top curtsy causing him to laugh. Though, you didn’t spend to long laughing due to the arm that slid around your shoulder.

“Don’t pay him no mind doll, he does this with everyone, and I mean everyone, even me.”

“And who might you be exactly?” “Well you, can call me Albert.” “We all call ya Albert ya nitwit!” Shouted one of the boys from the table.

“Then I’m glad to be included?” You said, hesitantly. You weren’t sure if they were really including you or not.

“Any friend of Race’s is a friend of ours doll.” Another boy said from the table. Gosh, you were really going to have to get to know their names.

“That’s good to know, and I’m sorry for barging in on all of you like this. I needed to get away from my family for a bit.” “It’s alright girlie, bein able to see youse is a good enough apology.” Race said, sighing.

“I’ll make sure to return the favor someday.” “Ahh, no need. With everything youse been givin me lately it seems Ise owe you.” “Wait, Race, this goirl is the one that’s been givin you all the clothes and food and such?” Said somehow another boy from the table.

“Yeah, this is her. Ain’t she a gem?” He gave you a squeeze and you smiled.

“You sure youse ain’t gone soft Race?”

“I sure have, and lemme tell you, I love it.”

“Aww Race, are you saying you love me too?” “Maybe I am sweetheart.” This caused you to blush, you weren’t really sure what was going on between you and Race. You just went along with it, at first, out of fun, but later on you had developed feelings for him, and in fear of losing the relationship you had with Race, a relationship where he didn’t care about your money or your family status, he cared about you and your friendship. But now, he was saying he loved you. Sure you knew he cared about you, but love? Maybe he meant it platonically, like he loved you as a friend. But maybe he loved you romantically, and if he did, now would be the best time to tell him.

“Hey, (Y/N), sweetheart, you all right?”

“Good job Race, ya broke ‘er.” “Nah, she’s just thinkin, ain’tcha (Y/N)?”

“Race? I don’t think sh-” “I love you too Race.” You stated suddenly.

“What was that doll?” He seemed shocked at your sudden outburst after your silence. “You said you loved me and I said I love you too.” You said simply.

“Well I’ll be, looks like Race finally got himself a goirl!” This came from a new guy, who had just walked in. The confusion on your face was evident as Race introduced him promptly.

“(Y/N), this is Jack, the head of us newsies.” “Oh, it’s nice to meet you! I heard some pretty nice things about you.”

“Well the pleasure is all mine doll. And I would hope that Race speaks good of me.” He winked at you and you smiled, a ladies man just like Race said.

“He does, he speaks pretty highly of all of you, and actually, now that I’m here, this would be the best time to learn names.” “You know the Albert, Romeo, and Jack, so the one in the specs is Specs, the guy that looks like a cunning fox is Jojo, and Elmer’s the one at the end of the table not paying anyone any mind.” Each of the boys waved when Race had told you the names. “It’s nice to properly meet you all! I’m (Y/N) if you didn’t know already.” “Oh sweetheart, Race talks about you all the time, we have a pretty good idea of who you are.” Albert said as he walked back to the table.

“So you talk about me huh?” You questioned jokingly. “And with that I think we’ve had enough socializin so (Y/N) and I are gonna go get some sleep.” Race steered you buy your shoulders back to his room. As he did you heard Jack yell from back where the other boys were playing cards.

“Make sure ya keep ya hands to yaself Race!”

“Shaddup Jack!” Race yelled back.

“I apologize for them, they are usually like this and I didn’t warn ya.” Race said as you approached his room. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands. “It’s fine Race, really.” You sat down next to him and rubbed his back. “They all seem like pretty nice guys. Just like you told me.”

“Yea, just, your comin from something with your own family and I don’t wanna add on to your stress, ya know? I wanna help.” “And you are helping! You let me in and let me stay and let me meet your family! Plus, you let me be open about my feelings. . .” You trailed off at the end of your sentence and reached for Race’s hand. You laced your fingers with his and began playing with them.

“Yeah, about that, Ise gotta know, did ya really mean it?”

“Of course I did, why would I ever lie about that? Why would I ever lie to you?”

“I know I know, but it just seems so, impossible? That someone like you could end up with someone like me.” “Race, take a look at the situation right now, does this seem impossible?” You wave your laced fingers in front of his face with a faint laugh.

“But what about your family?” “To hell with my family! If they don’t like you it doesn’t matter. I like you, love you, even.”

“You really willing to leave your family for me?” “I would, in a heartbeat. I would’ve sooner too had I known about your feelings earlier.”

“Now I wish I had told you earlier.” He leaned his head against your shoulder and exhaled heavily.

“Hows about we get some sleep huh? This has been pretty excitin and I need my beauty sleep.” “You’re already pretty enough Race.” Your voice was muffled by his hair.

“Aww, thanks doll. But I’m still tired.” He, to the best of his ability, flopped down onto the bed, his hand still in yours, effectively pulling you down with him. After you had fallen he had wrapped his arms around you.

“Goodnight (Y/N).” He whispered.

“It really has been, hasn’t it.” You whispered back.

THE NEXT DAY

Race had gotten up as usual, ready to sell papes, but when he tried to get up, there was a weight on his arms preventing that. Then he remembered how you had came in the window last night and everything after and opted to go back to sleep, deciding that after all the things you had given him, he really didn’t need to work for a few days. Though, out of habit, he couldn’t go back to sleep. So instead he just watched you. He watched your breathing and the sunlight being cast on your face and really looked at you. You were beautiful. And you were his. And he was yours. He wouldn’t have it any other way. After a while, he decided to wake you up, it would probably be better to get you back to your place sooner rather than later.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He said softly, trying to nudge you awake. He tried again, though a little more forcefully, and that seemed to get you up.

“Hmm?”

“Youse gotta get up (Y/N) and get back to your place.” “Why? It’s so warm here.” You snuggled up closer to Race, and he sighed.

“Your parents is probably worried an’ waitin for ya.”

“I thought we were going to forget about my parents.” “Naw, we can’t do that. Theys still your family, and they gotta know youse is alright.” “Carry me home?” You looked up at him with your eyes wide and pouting.

“You gotta get up though.” As soon as he said that you finally found it in yourself to get out of Race’s bed.

“Your turn.” You said to him, making him laugh.

“Hold on, I gotta prepare for carryin you, it’s one thing to carry papes, anodda to carry a person.” You rolled your eyes and waited for him to get up. Once he did, he motioned for you to come stand behind him. You jumped onto his back and he caught your legs. He straightened up and proceeded to walk down the hallways and stairs until you were outside.

“Now sweetheart, I’m not exactly sure where ya live, so youse gotta give me some directions.” When he didn’t receive a response, he looked at your head which was on his shoulder, and you had fallen back asleep.

“For crying out loud.” He mumbled to himself. He shifted you on his back for a bit, and nearly dropped you. That seemed to get you to wake up.

“Ahhh! Race! What in the name of the lord? Why would you do that?” After he had brought you back up, you secured your arms and legs around him much tighter than before.

“You had fallen asleep, and I don’t know where you live exactly.” “Alright, just, don’t do that again, okay? You scared me.” “I’m sorry doll, I promise it’ll never happen again.” “Ok, I forgive you. Anyways, my house is down about three blocks from here, then you take a right and go another block, then you’re there.” “You live that close?”

“How do you think I got to the lodging house so quickly? And remember the first time we met? I walked you here and then walked home because it was so close.” “Ohhhhh.”

“Now shush, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Hey now, is that any way to treat the guy who is ever so graciously carrying you home?” He shifted you behind him again, and out of fear your grip tightened.

“That is not funny Race.” “It’s kinda funny.”

“You are impossible.” “But you still love me.” “I wouldn’t if you drop me.” “Don’t worry doll, if you do fall, which you won’t, I’ll be there to catch you and pick you up.” “Oh my hero.” By the time Race had brought you home, the sun had risen a bit more, making his blonde hair a beautiful shade of gold.

“Alright doll, time to hop off the ol Racetrack rail track.” He let go of your legs but this time you didn’t fall. You turned to face him to say goodbye.

“Thank you for taking me home Race, it was quite kind of you to do that.” “Oh anything for my goirl, right? Plus, now we’ve both walked eachother home. We’re even.” “On that field at least.” You chuckled.

“It’s kinda bittersweet, ain’t it? I’m takin you back to the people keepin us apart.”

“Hey, they aren’t keeping us apart, I’ll come visit you, and until then, you can have this to remember me.” You kissed his cheek sweetly, and he seemed to melt.

“And once we’re old enough, we can spend our lives together, alright? Nothing will keep us apart then.”

“Yeah, a nice house with just you an’ me.” He said dreamily as he pulled you closer towards him.

“Here’s something from me to hold you over till that happens.” He took your chin in his hand and brought his lips to yours. His kiss was much more passionate than the one you gave him. He put his forehead against yours and brought his hands to your face.

“I love you (Y/N) (L/N).”

“I love you, Racetrack I don’t know your last name.” He smiled at that.

“Higgins, it’s Higgins.”

“Well then I love you Racetrack Higgins. And I always will. But for now, I have to go. It’s been absolutely lovely.” You brought your hands up to his and intertwined your fingers. You gently pulled his hands away from your face and gave them a squeeze. Then you let go and left Race standing there bewildered at how he had ever managed to meet you.

You were able to sneak upstairs into your bedroom, and after all the excitement of the morning, you couldn’t fall asleep again. You didn’t have any work to do so you choose to take some time to read. That’s how your mother had found you after she woke up and came into your room.

“Oh (Y/N)! Your home!” She gasped. She ran to your bed and enveloped you in a hug.

“Oh I was so worried about you after you stormed off I had no clue where you went and your father! Oh he was so scared you would get hurt out there! I’m just so glad your home dear.”

“You act as if I’ve been gone for weeks mother.” “Oh but that’s what it felt like dear!” “Well I’m back now and mother I must tell you I met this boy a wh-” “You met a boy! What was he like? Has he been like any of the suitors?” “Please, if he were like the suitors I would hardly give him the time of day.” “What problem do you have with them? There all fine, upstanding young men.” “They’re all arrogant, entitled, greedy, bratty children. They have no respect for anyone and are completely fine in expressing that. The boy I met may be a bit arrogant, but he’s got none of the other traits.” “Well who is he?”

“He’s a newsboy.” “A newsboy, really? Your father might not enjoy that fact.” “You know who would? Edward.” “(Y/N) please this is hardly the time to bring him up.” “You know it’s true. You know the respect he had for the working class. You know he wanted to support and protect us if there ever came a time for it.” “So he did, and you know what he got for it? Death.”

“The war wasn’t his fault!” “But he didn’t have to go and fight in it!” Your raised voices had brought your father to your room.

“What’s going on here? (Y/N)? Oh thank the stars you’re back! Did you mother tell you I was worried? Of course she did she’s your mother. But, truly, what is going on here?” “I’m in love with a newsboy. There. It’s been said. And I was having a disagreement with mother about how Edward would approve of it.” “There is something enticing about working, isn’t there.” “George! Don’t encourage her!”

“What? She clearly hasn’t liked any of the suitors so why can’t she choose her own lover?”

“Well, that’s a fair point, but still George shouldn’t we-” “Mary, I really don’t think there’s any way to change her mind. You saw how she took the disrespect of the newsboys last night.” “Yet I worry still. I just want you to have a nice life is all dear.”

“I know mother, and just because I’m in love with a newsboy, who does happen to have a name, Race, doesn’t mean I won’t live a nice life. I don’t want to leave this family for good!”

“Alright dear, if you truly love him, who I am to stop you.”

“Oh thank you mother, thank you father.”

Though the day had started out bright, it became gray soon after. You didn’t mind, the rain was calming to you and a nice thing to read to. Your little bubble was broken when you heard knocking on the door downstairs.

“I’ll get it!” You rushed downstairs as quick as you could, you didn’t want to leave whoever was the door wait out in the rain for long. You opened the door to see quite a familiar face.

“Race? What are you doing here?”

“Ise was in the neighborhood, and got caught in the rain.” “Oh my god, well come in! Don’t just stand there!” You ushered him in and lead him to the parlor. You went to grab a towel for him and took out some soup for him. When you came back he seemed smaller and kind of uncomfortable as he looked around. You handed him the towel and offered him a seat.

“Here, dry yourself off and have a seat, I’ve got some soup I’m about to put on to keep you from getting sick.” “Wow, thanks, youse uh, didn’t need to do all this ya, know. Ise wasn’t out in the rain for more than 5 minutes.” “Race, your shivering. I’m getting you that soup.” You got up to go back into the kitchen to make the soup. It was simple enough and ready quickly, you let it cool only a bit before bringing it to Race.

“Here, eat.”

“Alright boss, I’m eatin.” He ate the soup and stopped shivering.

“So, what brings you out here?” You sat next to him as he ate. “Ise was doing what you do, takin a walk.”

“And you just so happened to end up here?” “I did, as a matter o fact.”

“I guess rainy days are our special days, huh?” “How do ya mean?” “We met on a rainy day, and today, another rainy day, was our first kiss and now here you are.” “I guess youse is right.” “When am I wrong?” You smiled and leaned into him. He brought his slightly damp arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so warm doll, like a heated blanket, care to warm me up?” “Sure.” You pushed Race down on the sofa and climbed on top of him, splaying yourself over him to warm him up.

“Hey, how many times do I gotta thank you for everything you do? Cuz I’m thankin youse again.”

“I’m not sure Race, all I know is that I’m never going to stop helping you, so maybe that means you’ll never stop thanking me.” “I can see the headline now, ‘man thanks himself to death’.” “And do tell, what’s the actual headline?”

“Annoda stinkin article on Roosevelt.”

#newsies #newsies live #newsies live!#race #racetrack #racetrack higgins #race/reader #racexreader #racetrack/reader #racetrackxreader #ractrack higgins/reader #racetrack higginsxreader #my writing #fic #/reader #xreader

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Race x Conlon!Reader

A/N: k i’ve been craving some fics where Race is like in love with someone who’s related to Spot like can you imagine that anywayyyy

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Requested: no

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1148

-you were Spot’s little sister

+and though you knew how to fend for yourself, that boy is dang protective of you

-all the newsies in Brooklyn know not to hurt you

+and those that give you papers won’t mess with you like they do the other newsies in fear of Spot hurting them

-when Jack came to Spot, begging for help with their strike, you begged with them

+you respected the Manhatten newsies a lot

+you were really frustrated when Spot turned them away

-give it a few days and next thing you know, the rest of the newsies are packing up and leaving at maybe like 5 in the morning

-you’re extremely confused so you get up and run to where Spot sleep

+“Spot, where are you goin’? Where is everybody goin’?”

+“Manhatten, you stay here, it’s safer.”

+“Spot. No. I’m goin’ wit you. Brooklyn newsies stay together.”

+“Yeah, of course, but if you get hurt, that’s on me.”

+“I’ll stay safe. I promise Spot. Just let me come with you.”

+“Fine. Hurry up and get ready.”

-the trek to Manhatten wasn’t too long so you got there soon

-Spot found the lodge house and practically busted the door down

+the newsies were getting ready to sell so they saw the door and practically scrambled up the stairs

-one stays at the bottom of the stairs, all blond curly hair peeking out from underneath his hat, and blue eyes sparkling

+he notices you too

+“Hiya doll.” he mutters, putting a cigar in his mouth, walking closer to you

+“Watch it Racer, she’s Spot’s sistah.” another boy says with crazy red hair

+a look of fear rushes across Racer’s face, making you laugh

+Spot is annoyed

-Race walks up to Spot and looks down at him

+the height difference makes you laugh a little bit

+ “So, Spot, I hear you’se da King of Brooklyn,” he says. “Well, you better not be lookin’ for an upgrade, ‘cause I’m da King of New York”

+this kid is wearing a wild grin until Spot cracks his knuckles, in which the boy backs down

-a more nerdy boy runs through the door and comes face to face with your brother

+he’s just as terrified as the other boys

+you remember him as Davey and go up to him and shake his hand

+“Spot, what are you doing here?”

+ “We’re here to help you. A rally tonight. ‘Cause we’re all here, da other newsies of New York will come. Your welcome.”

+ “Seriously? I need to find Jack. We’ll be there tonight.”

-Davey books it out of the lodge and you look around with the same cold stare that Spot wears

+“Don’t go to work boys. We’re gettin’ ready for tonight.”

-the rest of the day is spent getting the word out to the other newsies

+the blonde boy, Racer, sticks to your side like glue

+ “Spot Conlon’s sister, huh? That ought da be fun.”

+ “It is...most times. He’s pretty overprotective. I wasn’t s’posed to come to Manhatten wit everybody else. He thought it was to dangerous.”

+ “Well...if it gets dangerous, I can protect you.”

+only now do you realize he’s inching closer to your face and you kind of start to move just a little bit closer as well

+your noses are almost touching when Race is almost thrown away from you

+ “Hey Racer, stay away from my sister.”

+Spot cracks his knuckles just to show that he’s not messing around and Race scrambles up and runs away

-you’re obviously frustrated

+“Spot….seriously? You have to scare every boy away?”

+“He’s a playa’, (Y/N), isn’t it obvious.”

+“Ay, I don’t care. He’s cute.”

-you push Spot out of the way and run after Race

-so at this point, it’s obvious to everyone that Racer’s got a crush on the King of Brooklyn’s little sister

+you guys have known each other for only like three hours

+but still, he’s got it bad for you

-the rally happens

+Jack shows up after being gone for a couple days

+and next thing he knows he’s saying to call of the strike and gets paid by a bunch of guys

-Spot is livid

+tells all the Brooklyn newsies to get out of here

+which includes you

-Race begs you to stay

+so while all the other newsies leave, you sneak into the lodge

+Spot is staying in a room there, but what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him

-Race and you stay up the whole night, on a terrace underneath the penthouse where the infamous Jack Kelly sleeps

+because you stayed up so late, you are able to see Katherine and Jack up on the penthouse

+you see their whole romantic situation and how Katherine now has an idea about what to do for the strike

-before they can tell all the newsies, you and Race run in, waking up everyone in the lodge

+Spot walks in, very groggy, rubbing his eyes

+and when he adjusts to everything in the room, the first thing he sees is you and Race, hand in hand

+“(Y/N)! You were s’posed to go back with da boys!”

+“Yeah, I was s’posed to, but I didn’t!”

+“(Y/N), you go home right now!”

+ “No, I said I’d help the newsies here, and I’m going to..anyway. Jack and Katherine know how to help with the strike!”

-right as you say that, Jack and Katherine walk down, hand in hand

-the newsies all crowd around to hear the plan

+then they all get dressed and start to head out for the printing press

-Spot tells you to stay at the lodge until the circulation bell rings, or someone comes and gets you

+then he leaves

+Race comes up to you, giving you a quick hug

+“Good luck Racer”

+you give him a small peck on the cheek, leaving him flustered and with a smirk on his face

-you stay up the whole time everybody’s gone, on edge about what might just happen next

+around nine, a shorter and younger boy, Les runs into the lodge with Elmer, you believe, to come get you

-they take you to newsie square, where Jack is with the the Theodore Roosevelt as well as Pulitizer, announcing that you won

+everybody cheers

+the square is super crowded, and you just want to find Race

-you look over and see Jack and Katherine kissing

+not a surprise to you since you saw it the night before

+and you feel a tap on your shoulder

+you turn around and it’s Race

+ “Heya doll.”

+ “Hey Racer.”

-next thing you know, you’re in a dip, Race’s lips on yours and you kiss back, despite your brother probably being around, ready to beat Race up

+once Race and you part, he brings you back up from the dip and pumps his fist in the air

tag// @ben-cook-can-cook @maiawakening @king-of-newyork @broadwayandbookblog @infinity-fandom-trash @and-a-snip @kingsofyewnork @blytheandherbrain @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon @percyjacksonlover2109 @brunette-kween @justgivemehalfacup @purplelittlepup

QOTP: If you were a sibling of a Newsie, who’s sibling would you like to be?

AOTP: Either a Jacob’s sibling or a Kelly sibling.

#newsies #racehiggins #race higgins #racetrack higgins #racetrackhiggins #racexreader #race x reader #racetrackxreader #racetrack x reader

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Are You Alright{modern! r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: heyyyy a Race fic, bc at this point, do I right anything else? based off a prompt i found

Masterlist

Requested: no

Warnings: no

AU: ‘I see you every month when I visit my family member at the graveyard and usually you look like you’re dealing, but this time you cry and I just have to go and hug you because you look so sad’

Word Count: 741

You were doing your monthly cemetery trip, visiting your grandpa’s grave site with fresh flowers. He always did like the flowers you brought him whenever you visited him, so whenever you brought flowers to his grave, you got a variety.

You knelt down by the grave and replaced the old flowers with the new ones in your hand.

You looked off at the other graves, and saw the same blond boy you always saw whenever you came.

From the moment you saw him, almost seven months ago, a month after your grandpa had passed away, you were always curious as to who this boy is. You would occasionally make eye contact with him, his dazzling blue eyes winking at you. He came off as if he was all put together, which was odd for you. You always shed a couple of tears whenever you visited the grave, as you and your grandpa were very close.

But this time was different.

Though the boy was far away, you could see his shoulders moving up and down, as if he was sobbing. His hands covered his eyes, and if it was quiet enough around you, you could hear a slight whine.

You looked down at the grave, then pushed yourself off the ground, and slowly walked a small distance over to the blond boy.

As you approached him, he moved his hands away from his eyes, rubbing them, and then looking around. He saw you and immediately looked down. Once you got closer, you could tell that he was indeed crying.

His eyes were red and puffy, and tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. There was still a trace of tears on his cheek, which he had failed to wipe away.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N)....we see each other a lot here, which obviously you know…”you started to ramble. “Are you alright?”

“I’m Race...and yeah I’m fine. What made you think there’s something wrong?” he sniffled.

“Uhh...you just looked like you were crying, while I was over there.” you motioned to the vicinity where your grandpa’s grave was.

“Well, you thought wrong. I don’t cry.”

Race got up off his knees and brushed dirt of his pants. He then just looked at you, making the silence incredibly awkward, incredibly fast.

Dang, this boy is stubborn...and cute. Cut it out, (Y/N)! No time to think like that, you thought to yourself.

Before fully thinking about it, you pushed yourself into Race’s body, wrapping your arms around his torso and squeezing tightly, not wanting to let go. Race gradually put his arms around you, letting his his face fall forward, letting out a sigh, and soon enough, some tears once more.

“My...my mom passed away...fifteen years ago today...I was pretty young. My dad was gone as soon as I was born...just up and left. And then my mom...I loved her more than anything. She was all I had…”

“What did you do...when she passed away?”

You started to pull away, but the boy wouldn’t let go, so you, not so reluctantly, hugged him more.

“I moved in with my grandparents, but they passed away, when I was, maybe ten, in a span of couple months. That’s when I found Jack. He was about twelve, and he took me in. Gave me a home, food, a family. But, I still miss my mom...more than anything.”

“I get that,” you muttered into his chest.

His chin now rested on your head, and you could feel tears roll of his cheeks into your hair.

“Listen Race. I’m going to give you my number,” you pushed the boy off of you so you could face him, grabbing his hands in yours. “And we’re going to hang out...and I’m going to be here whenever you need me. We’ve both lost someone, near and dear to our hearts, and we need somebody that we can talk to about this kind of stuff, alright?”

Race looked down at you, a smile on his tear stained face.

“That sounds amazing. Thank you, (Y/N).”

You gave him his number and parted with one last hug, then you walked away and got into your car.

Before you started the car, you got a text.

Hey, this is Race...thanks for cheering me up. We’re going to go on a date...because I like being around you...a lot.

tag// @ben-cook-can-cook @maiawakening @broadwayandbookblog @infinity-fandom-trash @king-of-newyork @and-a-snip @kingsofyewnork @blytheandherbrain @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon

#newsies #modernnewsies #modern newsies #racetrack higgins #race higgins #racehiggins #race x reader #racexreader #racetrackxreader #racetrack x reader

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Talk Too Much{modern!r.h. x reader}

A/N: hey another Race fic. Happy Saturday y’all. that’s it

Masterlist

Song: Talk Too Much by COIN

Requested: no

Warnings: drinking(but like legal age drinking)

Word Count: 595

Caffeine, small talk

Wait out the plastic weather

Mmhmm, uh uh, discussing current events

I'll take my time

I'm not the forward thinker

You read my mind

Better to leave it unsaid

Why can't I leave it unsaid?

Crowded parties weren’t your thing. That’s why you were so pleased to find some attractive blond that continued to talk your ear off.

His name, Racetrack Higgins and boy did he talk. Mostly small talk-the weather, politics, school...dating life. You wanted to shut the boy up, in a nice way.

Anytime the two of you made eye contact whilst talking, he would turn a bright pink, the blush moving all the way to his ears.

You wish you had known this boy longer, or maybe it was good that he was a stranger. Maybe that made your next move more easy to play.

You know I talk too much

Honey, come put your lips on mine

And shut me up

We could blame it all on human nature

Stay cool, it's just a kiss

Oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

I talk too much, we talk too much

“I’m sorry I talk so much.” Race apologized as you started to move closer to him, sipping out of your red cup.

“It’s all good Race.”

“It’s just, I get talkative when I’m nervous...and sometimes I’m nervous,” he swallowed, breaking his sentence. “Around pretty girls.”

He thinks I’m pretty, you thought. Maybe he’s thinking the same things as me.

You could kiss him to shut him up. You wanted to kiss him to shut him up. And if he didn’t kiss back, blame it all on that human nature. That’s what Michael Jackson said.

You know my type

Tightrope across the table

Mmhmm, uh huh, I can't keep holding my breath

New wave, no time

Red velvet under pressure

Blah blah, green eyes

I never leave it unsaid

Why can't I leave it unsaid?

You were trying to tightrope around the rest of the conversation. Avoid the small talk. Get to actually know him.

He was single, hadn’t had a relationship for a long time. Maybe he wouldn’t actually be fine with kissing you. Maybe he’d think of you as some drunken hookup. Maybe he was looking for more than that.

You looked into those eyes. You were thrown into a trance. Those beautiful eyes like jewels. With him, you’d be fine for more than a drunken hookup.

Silence is golden, and you've got my hopes up

We talk too much

No hesitation, what are we waiting for?

We talk too much

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Race continued to talk about how college was going.

“Oh my heck, Race just shut up already.”

You stood on your tiptoes, put your hands on his shoulders and pressed your lips on his. He kissed you back, hands on the small of your back. The kiss turned passionate real quick, and you really didn’t care that you were in front of all of these people.

You know I talk too much

Honey, come put your lips on mine

And shut me up

We could blame it all on human nature

Stay cool, it's just a kiss

Oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

I talk too much, we talk too much

You broke away, moving away from Race.

“Well...that was a thing.”

“You talk way too much Racer.”

“Well...we could go back to kissing.”

“Sounds good to me.”

#newsies #racehiggins #race higgins #race x reader #racexreader #racetrack higgins #racetrackhiggins #racetrackxreader #racetrack x reader #coin

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Summer Break{Part 7}{modern! r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: here’s part 7!!!! this has a little part based off of a little AU/prompt thingy!!

Masterlist//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//Part 10//Part 11//Part 12//Part 13//Part 14//

Requested: no

Warnings: no

AU: ‘Take me laser tagging and then push me into a corner and kiss me. Then shoot me and walk away’

Word Count: 1080

The next weeks with Race were the happiest you had ever been. Nights in the city, double dates with Jack and Katherine. He had met your father, something the both of you were extremely nervous about, but your dad really liked Race. There were plenty of cuddling on the couch with the other boys surrounding the two of you during movie nights. Distracting him with kisses during Mario Kart tournaments. There were lots of days dedicated to swimming, where Race would try to get you to come in the water while you were tanning. Lots of underwater kisses, which you both enjoyed so much.

Today was dedicated to the group going to laser tag. A majority of the group was packed into Jack’s minivan, but you and Race sat in the back of Katherine’s car, with Smalls and Alb.

The whole lot had already decided teams: Jack, Davey, Crutchie, Specs, Race, Mike, Henry, Albert, and Tommy Boy vs Katherine, Jojo, Mush, Ike, Les, Smalls, Finch, Elmer, Romeo and you.

The whole car ride, Race and you joked about who would beat who. You were confident that you were going to win, and Race was confident that he was going to win. Competition had became a common theme in your relationship.

You arrived at the laser tag building. When you hopped out, Race leaned down and you jumped onto his back.

The group waited patiently to get into one of the rooms where the game would take place. Next to you and Race, Crutchie was bouncing up and down, extremely ecstatic. This was his first time playing laser tag.

You got into the room where you get your gun and target, and Race put you down so you could run to your side.

An instructor walked into the room, quickly explaining the game and then let us get into the room.

Over the intercom to the room, a voice counted down, signaling for us to find places to hide. Katherine called everybody over for a quick plan, which to keep it simple was “eliminate everybody”. To say the least, Katherine was a menace when it came to competition.

The countdown stopped and a loud buzzing noise signaled that the game was starting. You stayed hidden while everybody ran out. On the way you saw Davey, who had the same plan as you. He hasn’t seen you so you quickly shot him, and a noise went off from his target, signaling he was down for the game. The boy let out a sarcastic sigh, as if saying that as much fun as this game was, it was not his cup of tea.

You were looking for Race, who was no doubt running around acting like a fool. You could hear screams from above you, high enough to be Race’s voice.

Dork, you thought to yourself.

The screaming stopped, and there was a loud thud onto the ground. You peered around your hiding spot and could distinctly see your blond boy. He had nobody around him and nobody was around you.

You quickly ran over to him, pushing him into a corner.

“Oh heya doll.”

You put your hands on his neck, and pushed up on your tip toes, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. He kissed back, his hands pulling you closer.

Your other hand held the gun, and you quickly brought it up and shot his target. The noise went off, and you pulled away, the boy utterly dazed and confused.

“You’re awful.” He joked.

“Like you too.” You said as you ran off.

You didn’t know who was out on your team, and all you knew for the other team was Race and Davey were, as Katherine said, “eliminated”.

You ran up to a second level and hid, looking for new victims. You saw a tall boy, and immediately knew Specs was up here. He sure had some nerve, not hiding.

You aimed your gun at him and shot, quickly setting off his target. The boy looked down, and then motioned for people. His team was up here, and although he was out, he had back up.

“I bet it’s (Y/N). She just got Race because he’s a fool for her.”

The voice was easily Alb’s.

You looked through your hiding spot and found a place to put your gun. If you played your cards right, you could get all of them.

You took one shot, getting a smaller figure out, walking away with Specs.

Soon enough, someone rolled next to you. They had the same colored armor as you.

“Hey (Y/N).” Les whispered. “You ready to kick some butt.”

“You bet I am.”

The two of you slowly stood up and broke from the hiding spot from two different sides.

You quickly took out Tommy Boy and Crutchie, and Les took out Mike.

“I think we won.” You whisper-yelled to Les, causing the boy to a victory dance you would have seen on Fortnite.

“Nope, not just yet.”

You grabbed your gun and saw Jack.

“This will be easy.”

Les tried to shoot Jack, but Jack was fast and shot Les first, and he ran off to the other boys.

“You wouldn’t shoot me. K would be pretty mad…..”

You were distracting him, as you could see Katherine slowly creeping up behind Jack.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself how mad she would be, Jack.”

You motioned for him to turn around, which he did, in just enough time for Katherine to get him out.

“That’s my girl!” Katherine yelled.

“Honestly, these boys should know better than to mess with the Pulitzer sisters.” You giggled.

“Loser buys pizza?” Jack offered.

“Fine by me,” Katherine said, planting a kiss on Jack’s lips.

The lights in the room went up and the group filed back into the other room to take off the armor.

“That wasn’t cool what you pulled in there, (Y/N). You’re sly and conniving.” Race said to you.

“Yeah, but you still like me.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“How about I make it up to you?”

You pulled him down and kissed him, unafraid and unbothered by the Alb’s whistling ringing in your ear.

“You’re going to have to make it up to him in another way.” Jack said. “Katherine did that to me when we first started dating. She had to buy me a lot of ice cream until I forgave her.”

You broke away from Race.

“Ice cream date tonight?”

“Sounds perfect, doll.”

tag// @maiawakening @ben-cook-can-cook @ben-cook-can-cook @infinity-fandom-trash @and-a-snip @newsienewsie @king-of-newyork @kingsofyewnork @blytheandherbrain @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon @bennie-badeend @percyjacksonlover2109 @brunette-kween @justgivemehalfacup @purplelittlepup

#racexreader #modernnewsies #modern newsies #racehiggins #race higgins #racetrackxreader #racetrack x reader #racetrack higgins #racetrackhiggins #newsies

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Firework Show{modern!r.h. x reader}

A/N: look a surprise fic for the fourth of july soo happy fourth of july! and thanks to @write-whatyou-know for helping me aloooott! <3

Masterlist

Requested: i mean maybe

Warnings: none

Word Count: 696

You heard a car honk and you quickly ran out to the mini-van outside waiting for you.

You squished into the van, squished right in between your best friend Race and Albert.

“Happy Fourth!” Race said. “You know, you’re by far the prettiest girl here. The ‘Liberty bell’ of the ball.”

He looked at with you a smirk and winked.

“Thanks Higgins.” Smalls said from the back of the car.

“Thanks, Racer. Ya know, you’re not looking so bad right now either. Did you do something with your hair?”

“How’d you notice?”

He moved his head down so you could see the tips of his hair, that were bright red.

“In order to celebrate this happy holiday!” he said with a cheeky grin.

He started to pull at your hair. The ends matched his, bright red, pulled back into two pigtails.

Jack drove to a local park where there were cars parked tightly next to each other. It had become a tradition to come this specific firework show.

The car emptied and Race stayed near you, a blanket in one arm, the other reaching over your shoulder.

“I’d start a revolution for your number.” he smirked at you.

“Higgins, you already have my number.” you said, pushing his arm off your shoulder.

“Seriously? You’re not going to let me flirt with you?”

“You flirt with me all the time Higgins. Just give it a break for a night.” you replied.

The truth is, you totally wanted Race to continue flirting with you. You liked him a lot, and you knew that he liked you too, thanks to Albert having a big mouth.

Race set the blanket down, and you grabbed your hand, pulling you down by him.

“Oh...hey.” you laughed, Race pulling you closer.

“Hey.”

He moved in closer, his arm tossed around your shoulder. You moved your legs so they were underneath your chin, and you moved closer to him.

“Ya know, my last girlfriend and I had to call it off. I looked her right in the face and declared myself independent. Also, she was British…”Race’s voice droned off. He swallowed, unsure if he should continue. “Want to make out?” he whispered.

“Did you say something Racer?”

“Nothing, (Y/N). Nothing at all.”

You looked over at the other blanket, where the rest of the guys were piled as well as Katherine nestled close in Jack’s arms.

If only it could be as easy as their love story.

The fireworks started to go off and you moved even closer to Race. You felt yourself shivering a little bit, but ignored it.

“You cold?”

“No, I’m all good Racer.”

“You’re shivering,” Race started to unzip his jacket that he had on. “Here have my jacket.”

He quickly stripped his jacket off and wrapped it around your arms, then put his arm around you once more.

You watched the fireworks with awe. Race kept looking at you, the lights from the sky reflecting in your eyes.

“I’m like fireworks, (Y/N). Smokin’, fun, and illegal in many states. Also...there are some really creepy billboards about me on the interstate.”

You laughed, and looked over at Race, who’s eyes had been glued on you the whole time.

“You’re not even eighteen yet Race, how are you illegal in many states?”

“I just am. I have my ways.”

Five minutes hadn’t even passed when Race opened his mouth again.

“So did you hear about the new tax?”

“What new tax Higgins?”

“The...the, the kiss tax,” he said with a cough. “Strictly enforced and right on the lips.”

“Racer, just shut up already. If you wanted me to kiss you, you could just say so.”

“Fine. I really want you to kiss me.”

You grabbed his face and pulled him towards you, pressing your lips against his. His hands went to your waist, and you moved your body so you were kneeling instead of just sitting. Then you moved your arms so they wrapped around his neck.

As you continued to kiss, fireworks went off, and the boys cat called.

Race pulled away with his signature smirk plastered on his face.

“Baby, you’re a firework.”

#newsies #fourth of july #racehiggins #race higgins #racexreader #race x reader #racetrackhiggins #racetrack higgins #racetrack x reader #racetrackxreader

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jordmacwriting · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Requests: CLOSED

Updated: 5/15/19

Things I write for/requests

How to get tagged

Posting Schedule

Prompts

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

It Was All A Scheme

Goonies

Never Say Die Fic

Never Say Die Characters

Marvel

Peter Parker

Does He Know

FallingForYou

First Kisses

Forever Yours Fic

Part 1//Part 2//

Ghost Boy Fic

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//

Part 4

Part 5

Heartbreak Girl

I Didn’t Choose This

I Love Her, Tony

Imagination

Kid In Love

Mask Off

Never Be Alone Fic

Only US

Prom Asks

School Library

Secrets Fic

Sorry, Wrong Person

The Whole World

Les Mis

Modern Les Mis

Tuck Everlasting

Miles Tuck

Jesse Tuck

Partner in Crime Fic

Mean Girls

Aaron Samuels

Kevin G

Marwan Jitla

Tyler Kimble

Competition

Masquerade

Stupid With Love Fic

Stupid With Love//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//

Part 6

Requested Fic

Newsies

Friendsgiving

Halloween Horror Nights

Holidays with the Newsies

Modern Newsies

Modern Newsies Fam

Spooky Costumes

Romeo

Mush Meyers

The Creeps

Elmer Kasprzak:

Finch Cortes

Requested Fic

Crutchie Morris

Albert DaSilva

This Is Awkward

Requested Fic

Jack Kelly

Requested Fic

Spot Conlon

A Soft Spot

Cuddle Buddy

Cute Little Roommate

Dance With Me

I Promise, I’m Alright

Scary Movies Suck

Spot x Kelly!Reader

JoJo De La Guerra

Flower Thief

Hufflepuff Halloween

I Don’t Even Know Your Name

I Hate You...and Scary Movies

Marry Me?

Wanted

Davey Jacobs

A New Friend

Can We Dance

Dive

Embarrassed

Happier

Her Voice

Mosh Pits and Broken Noses

Nervous

No Need To Be Embarrassed

Not Your Fault

Oblivious

Study Break

Stupid With Love

To All Those I’ve Loved Before

August//September//October//November//December

October

November

December

What A Dork

Requested Fic

Racetrack Higgins

Anythin’

Are You Alright

Bad Pickup Lines

Beer Pong

Bracelet

Burning//Part 2//

Cain

Complete Strangers

Could You Be Any Closer

Did I Scare You

Firework Show

First Kiss

Happier

Good Kid

Halloween Horror Nights

Helpless

Hoodie

I’ll Stop When You Kiss Me

I’m Not Goin’ Anywhere

It’s Tradition

I Won’t Say I’m In Love

Jessie’s Girl

Knowing Me, Knowing You

New Years Eve

Peter Pan Kiss

Pikachu

Pride & Prejudice & Pulitizer

Prom Ditchers

Pulled//Crazier Than You

Race x Conlon!Reader

Race x Jacobs!Reader

Secret Love

She’s Not Afraid

So Annoying

Somebody Else

Someone In Brooklyn Misses You

Summer Break Fic

Summer Love

Talk Too Much

That’s My Kid Sister

This Girl

To Kiss A Girl

Truth or Dare

Wedding Crashers

Well....that’s tragic

Would You Cut It Out

You Scared

You’re Pretty Cute Doll//Part 2//

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Summer Break {Part 6}{modern!r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: ayyyyyyyy here’s PART 6 i’m so happy. it’s loosely based off of a couple scenes, one from 13RW and the other from 13 Going On 30

Masterlist//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//Part 10//Part 11//Part 12//Part 13//Part 14//

Requested: no

Warnings: nothing

Word Count: 1364

You walked alongside Race with a smile wider than an ocean.

“You look stunning, (Y/N).”

“Thanks Racer.”

He planted a quick kiss on your temple and the two of you continued to walk.

It wasn’t long before you stopped at Central Park.

“Let’s find a place to sit.” He said.

You looked around the green until you saw an empty spot, perfectly placed in the shade and the sun.

“Over there Race.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him along to the spot.

He placed the basket on the ground and knelt down. He opened the basket and pulled out a blanket. He stood up again and placed the blanket on the ground, then motioned for you to sit down.

You sat down and he sat down close to you. His arm was soon slung around your shoulder.

“So, what’d you get us Racer?”

He moved his arm and pulled the basket closer.

“I made us some sandwiches, since we both know I’m not exactly skilled in the kitchen.”

You laughed quietly in agreement. Trying to cook with Race was the most fun you ever had, and also the most dangerous thing you had ever done.

You grabbed one of the sandwiches, unwrapped it and took a bite.

“Very good Race.” You said.

“Yeah, Jack helped me...just a bit.”

Race was infamous for not being able to cook, and Jack was famous for being one of the best cooks in the group.

You continued to eat, and Race just sat and watched, occasionally nibbling on his sandwich.

You looked up from your sandwich. You could have melted from the way Race was looking at you.

“Hey, Anthony. Stop looking at me that way. You need to eat.”

He shook his head and smiled.

The two of you then ate, him cracking jokes making you laugh hard. He loved hearing you laugh, so he kept on trying to make jokes.

You finished all the food in the basket. It wasn’t even close to being dark, and Race didn’t want the date to end. He threw away all the trash, then picked up the blanket, folded it back up and placed it back in the basket.

“You want to go to the old children’s park by the apartment.”

“Sounds good Racer.”

You grabbed his hand and the two of you walked to the park.

“So Race, what encouraged you to ask me out?”

Race bit his lip and looked down at you.

“That kiss. Holy, that kiss was the best kiss I’ve ever had. Of course...it was my first.”

You looked at him with an open mouth.

“Shut up, there’s no way that was your first kiss!”

“It so was.”

“But you were so...so good. No experience and you can kiss like that?”

He shook his head.

“Well let’s be honest, that was my first kiss as well.”

“Yeah, you didn’t have to tell me that doll.”

You continued in small talk until you reached the park. It was around 8:30, and surprisingly for the summer night, the sun was starting to set. On the way to the park, you had passed the apartment. You didn’t know this, but the whole group sat in Jack’s mini van, watching for the two of you. The minute they saw you pass the apartment, they started to follow you, Katherine’s wishes.

You let go of Race’s hand and immediately ran to the swings. Race set the picnic basket down on a bench and ran to the set to join you.

“Hey Race, competition, right now. Who can jump farther.”

“You’re on doll.”

The two of you continued to swing, trying to see who got higher, trying to gain momentum and speed to beat the other in the competition.

“Alright on three,” Race started.

“One, two, three.”

The two of you flew through the air, Race landing first on the wood chips. You landed right after him. The two of you had tied in the competition, landing right next to him. You rolled a bit after that, your hand on his chest. You almost leaned into kiss him, when car lights passed you.

Now car lights wouldn’t really stop you from kissing Race, but you had a suspicious feeling that Katherine might have something to do with it. You knew Katherine to well, and she was too calm when she left for your date.

So you pushed yourself up, and ran over to the slides.

Race pushed himself around and watched you run away from him. He looked back to where the car lights flashed.

In the parking lot, there was a minivan with nobody in it. So he let it be.

He ran over to the slide and waited for you to slide down. As you pushed yourself down the slide, you found yourself laughing. You hadn’t been on a slide for a while.

Race smiled as you slid down, eventually coming down right next to him. You stood at the slide’s end, and Race peered down at you with his signature smirk.

“(Y/N), I got to tell you something.”

You pushed yourself off the slide so you stood face to face to him. He couldn’t make eye contact with you, so he looked up at the sky.

“What is it, Anthony?”

“I….I like you, a lot. Have since I met you, and I just want to know if you feel the same way,” he stammered. “The way that you kissed me last night, that gave me a feeling that maybe, just maybe you like me back. But I want to hear you say it if you do.”

“Oh Race, you know I like you a lot.”

Screw Katherine spying on me, screw that car, I wanna kiss that boy.

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down to you, his lips crashing on yours. His hands went to the small of your back, pulling you into him. Your hand reached into his blond curls, knocking the hat off his head.

He pulled back, gasping for air.

“My heck Race.”

“You’re taking my breath away doll,” he moved closer, leaning his forehead on to yours. “Will you be my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

You pulled him back to you, kissing him with a bit more passion before, as if answering his question.

You then continued to kiss for what was probably longer than 3 minutes, but it felt like seconds, until was Race was pulled away from you.

“Are you serious Anthony? Making out with my sister, in a park.”

Race looked at the ground sheepishly. His cheeks were red, and his lips were starting to look a bit swollen. You had no doubt in your mind that in this moment, you were twinning in looks.

You grabbed his hat off the wood chips, brushed off the remaining dust and chips, then slowly handed it to Race.

“Katherine, calm down, alright. You never would have known if you didn’t follow us here.”

The rest of the group filed towards Katherine. Albert tried to get Race to fistbump him, but the blond declined. You definitely could hear the boys silently chanting “Closet round three”.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I just don’t want you to sleep with some guy in a park!”

“Katherine, you’re overreacting, Race and I weren’t gonna sleep together. You got that? Plus, you can’t control us completely anymore,” You bravely walked towards Race and slid your hand into his. “He’s my boyfriend now.”

At the word boyfriend, the boys cat called and whooped. Race looked down at you and smiled. Katherine rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, (Y/N), I guess I can respect that if you’re dating….” Katherine’s voice drowned off.

“You’re serious?”

You didn’t catch any sarcasm in her voice. She was smiling at you and Race.

“Yes I’m serious (Y/N)! You look happy.”

You broke away from Race and jumped into Katherine’s arms, laughing.

After the hug, you turned around to Race and pulled him in for another kiss, causing whistles, claps, and hollers.

You pulled away and smiled big, Race’s face matching yours.

He pulled you close and whispered in year: “I have no regrets.”

tag// @king-of-newyork @ben-cook-can-cook @infinity-fandom-trash @and-a-snip @maiawakening @broadwayandbookblog @kingsofyewnork @blytheandherbrain @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Could You Be Any Closer-{modern r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: this is based off an AU that I found(thank you whoever wrote it!) and it also has some parts based off of the Modern Newsies Fam drabble I wrote! (also who likes the somewhat Friends reference for the title)

Masterlist

Requested: no

Warnings: nothing

AU: ‘You have no idea what personal space is and it’s really distracting when your face is two inches from mine, what if I turn my head and accidentally kiss you’

Word Count: 528

You were hanging out at your best friends apartment. It was a Thursday night, and it was surprisingly empty, as the whole group of your friends lived together. You were with Race, who was awfully close to you while you were working on homework.

The boy had no idea what personal space was. He was always hanging onto you or just extremely close to you. Currently, his face was less than five inches from yours as you read over the English assignment you were doing. You were nervous to move, knowing that because of how close he was, it might accidentally kiss him.

“So, (Y/N),” Race said, “The teacher wants us to read the entire play of Romeo and Juliet, perform a scene, watch the movie and write a paper on it? That’s a lot.”

You moved slightly so you could turn to face him.

“It’s not a whole lot. How about we do the scene together?”

Race moved his chair closer to yours, so his face got even closer.

“Yeah...that sounds good.”

The two of you continued to just look at eachother.

For the past year and a half, there was a lot of tension between Race and you. You wondered if something would happen between the two of you, something more than just best friends. He would always stare at you, like he was doing right now, and his eyes would light up when you walked into the room. Also, the boys had told you multiple times that he liked you. And you….you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel the same way.

“Heya kids!” Jack said, cutting the silence.

His arm was thrown around Katherine. They both had matching smiles and started walking towards Jack’s room. You looked away from Race, cheeks red and smiled at the couple.

“Hey (Y/N), we still on for girl’s night tomorrow?” Katherine asked you.

“Sounds good!” you said.

As she passed you, she smirked and winked and you rolled your eyes.

You turn back and Race’s face is even closer than it was before. His blue eyes stared into yours and you smiled slightly and he smirked.

“Heh,” you laughed. “You’re awfully close, a-are we going to kiss now?”

You were joking, of course. But then Race fiercely pulled you towards him, kissing you passionately, and you kissed back. His hands rest on your cheeks, his fingers moving towards your hair and you moved your hands towards his shoulders, gripping onto his shirt.

You were interrupted by an awkward cough, from Jack, who had Katherine behind him. The two of them had matching smirks.

Race got up slowly and moved towards Jack. He patted his shoulder and cleared his throat.

“I know that jar is for me,” he pointed to the jar that was labeled Douchebag Jar. “But….jar.”

Jack laughed and placed a five dollar bill in the jar, walking off with Katherine back to his room.

Race returned to his seat and looked at you with a smirk and a glint in his eye.

“Now, where were we?” he said, as he pulled you back towards him and kissed you.

tag// @ben-cook-can-cook @maiawakening @king-of-newyork @infinity-fandom-trash @broadwayandbookblog @and-a-snip

#newsies #modernnewsies #modern newsies #racexreader #race x reader #racehiggins #race higgins #racetrackhiggins #racetrack higgins #racetrack x reader #racetrackxreader

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Summer Break Part 8{modern! r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: hi beware this is boring and it’s more of just a filler before THE FUN STUFF!!!

Masterlist//Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7//Part 8//Part 9//Part 10//Part 11//Part 12//Part 13//Part 14//

Requested: no

Warnings: this is probably the most boring chapter out of the whole series

Word Count: 772

It reached the hot month of July. Your relationship with Race was filled with ice cream dates, cuddling out on the balcony of the apartment late at night, because inside was too hot, and lots and lots of kisses. That boy sure did love to kiss you.

July was, as Race put it, his birthday month. The entire month was dedicated to him. Nobody fought with him, as nobody else had a birthday this month. And as his girlfriend, you decided that you had to make everything perfect for him.

Whenever Race was out of the house, the group would conspire together about what big gift they would be getting Race. You thought about your childish boyfriend, the life he had lived in New York, the fact that he had never been out of New York….and then it clicked.

“Group trip to Disneyland!” you blurted out.

The boys, Katherine and Smalls all turned to face you.

“Come on, it’d be perfect for Race. Sure, it’s pretty expensive, but if we all pitch in…”you suggested.

“My parents would be more than willing to pay for some of you guys. They always are.” Davey reminded.

You motioned to Davey.

“See, this would be perfect for Race. He’s never been out of New York, and neither have most of you. Think about it, the happiest place on earth, his birthday, how the whole place is to encourage us to act like children again….and he’s the biggest child out of all of us,” you made a circle motion around the whole group. “You guys know I really want to make his birthday perfect….and I really believe that this is the way.”

The group exchanged glances.

Katherine decided to pipe in.

“As Jack and Race are our boyfriends,” she said. “My dad will pay for us four, no problem. That takes twelve guys to pay for, which we can do.”

She was right. She was a working girl, had a job, and she was always more than willing to pitch in to help the boys. Jack, Davey and Specs all had pretty good paying jobs as well. This whole plan that you had made...might just work out.

So the group set out to all save a lot of money, and to have Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs help with the expenses of the trip, which you all knew, they were more than willing to do.

And to keep this trip a secret was your number one goal.

It was three days before Race’s birthday now. The group had tickets to Disneyland and were planning the rest of the trip. The road trip to be exact.

The full trip would be a bit more than a day and half, so you were leaving today. Race would be asleep the whole time, because the boy likes nothing more than a nap on a road trip...except maybe you. Katherine had traded in her car for a VW Bus, something that you would find in the 70s, something you considered to be perfect for a road trip.

Because you had been so distracted with birthday planning for Race, you had begun to spend less time with him. You had only been with him for a short time, so you didn’t know how jealous he got, and let’s be honest, he didn’t know how jealous he could get as well. He wanted to be apart of your life, but you had been so secretive recently and he couldn’t stand it. He kept the feelings of jealousy to himself, letting them grow and bubble, the feelings become more strong as hours went past.

The day had come. The day to leave for Disneyland. It was early in the morning, 4:30, to be exact. It was a forty-two hour drive, and you were excited for the drive ahead of you. The boys full of energy 24/7, and being the most entertaining people.

You were also looking forward to having Race by your side, the whole way. He hadn’t shown any signs of rage or jealousy...at least, not yet.

The group piled into the car, Jack driving and Katherine in a seat next to him. In the past couple days, they had ripped out all the seats and put in one bed. There were blankets and pillows everywhere as well as fairy lights, streamers and decorations. Everybody sat down, except for you and Race. Jack had carried Race out from the apartment and set him down on the bed, and you were next to him, playing with his blond curls as the bus started to pull away.

tag// @ben-cook-can-cook @maiawakening @king-of-newyork @infinity-fandom-trash @broadwayandbookblog @and-a-snip @blytheandherbrain @newsienewsie @verymerrycherry @newsies-seize-the-day @races-erster @king-of-new-yoirk @rainbow-anon @bennie-badeend @percyjacksonlover2109 @brunette-kween @justgivemehalfacup @purplelittlepup

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jordmacwriting · 6 years ago

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Wedding Crashers{modern! r.h. x reader}

Author’s Note: k i seriously love this with all my heart lol, and shoutout to @king-of-newyork for helping me with this(guys she’s literally the best)

Masterlist

Requested: no

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Word Count: 564

Race walked into the apartment, scowl on his face. He groaned as he threw the mail on the table, where you were studying.

“What’s wrong with you?” you asked, not looking up from your work.

“Top envelope,” he motioned to the table, then went to the fridge.

You grabbed the top envelope, all nice, except for the rip Race had made at the top of it. Your hands pulled out a card, with Race’s ex girlfriend’s face plastered over it.

You had never really liked her ex, and the feeling was mutual. She was jealous of you, being Race’s best friend and all. And you were jealous that she had spent so much time with him...and had been in a relationship with Race…

Next to his ex, Katelyn, was a man, who was extremely handsome. It didn’t take long for you to notice the big rock on her left finger.

“Wait...did she seriously invite you to her wedding? What a…”

“Yeah she did. I can’t go. She broke me, (Y/N).” he grabbed a carton of milk and opened it up, taking a long swig from the carton.

“Are you...nevermind. We need to go crash it! Make her mad. Wedding crashing is so much fun, Racer.”

“You’d really do that for me.” he said, milk dribbling down his chin.

“Classy,” you scoffed. “Of course Racer. Let’s get a couple of the boys and get completely wasted and turn up on the dance floor. It’ll be a party.”

“Sounds good!” Race responded.

One month later:

The day had arrived. Katelyn’s wedding. You wore a very pretty dress and Race joined you as your date in a suit. He looked...dang good. Jojo and Albert were joining you for the night and the four of you were completely ready to go crash a wedding.

The wedding was boring altogether, but you couldn’t deny that Katelyn looked gorgeous in her all white gown. Everybody’s eyes were on her, and Race...he was practically drooling.

The reception, though. That was where it was at.

The four of you started off at the bar, taking two shots each and then ran out to the dance floor. The three boys had been amazing dancers since they were young, so they showed off the whole time. Race spun you around until you were so dizzy you had to sit down. He then did a series of backflips and soon Jojo and Albert joined him, flipping around the dance floor, leaving you in a fit of laughter.

Katelyn was noticeably mad at four of you, but you didn’t care. You were having the time of your life.

It came time for her to throw the bouquet...and you were the one to grab it. What could you say, you were always very coordinated.

Her and her husband danced around the floor until late at night. It came time for everybody to leave, but Race...he wasn’t done.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s time for the last part?”

“What las-”

Race pulled you into him, smashing his lips on yours. His hand rested on your upper neck, and your hands held onto his suit jacket.

You pulled away, completely breathless.

“That definetly got Katelyn’s attention.” you laughed.

“Ehh, I don’t care about that. I just wanted to kiss you.”

“Fine by me.” you said as you pulled him into another kiss.

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jordmacwriting · 7 years ago

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That’s My Kid Sister-{r.h. x kelly!reader}

Author’s Note: hey y’all! this is a Race x Kelly!Reader(which y’all probs knew bc it’s there in the title...) anyway...hope y’all enjoy!

Masterlist

Requested: yes!

Request: “Racetrack x reader where the reader is the younger sister of Albert/Jack/JoJo and Race is SO in love with them but they’re like super oblivious and they tease each other and stuff but the older brother is SUPER protective” by @newsieswearingheelies

Warnings: v grumpy and angsty Jack Kelly(it’s probs pretty cringy how angsty and protective he is)

Word Count: 2272

You were Jack’s little sister. He was a good older brother, always helped you find food and shelter, and he was very protective. You always wanted to go to work with him and sell papes with him, but he didn’t want you to go, he was scared you were going to get hurt. You were the last piece of the family he had and if you got sent to the refuge, he would be heartbroken.

You had begged him for months to go work with him, and finally, on your sixteenth birthday he caved.

You practically dragged him to the boys, who looked surprised to see you-as if he had never mentioned you before. The only boys that weren’t shocked to see you were Crutchie and Davey, whom you had met on several occasions.

“Hi (Y/N),” Davey said, coming up to you. “I see Jack gave in to your pleads.”

You smirked at Davey. The other boys looked at you, afraid to say anything to you.

“They’re not always this quiet, right Davey? The way Jack described them, they always seemed rambunctious and full of life,” you looked at all the boys. “These are not da boys he described.”

“It might be because of your brother.”

Davey spun you around to face Jack, who was staring all of the boys down, as if warning them that if they came near you, he’d hurt each and every one of them.

“Jack, stop scarin’ them.” you said and lightly punched your brother on your shoulder.

Jack broke his stare and looked down at you and smiled.

“Sorry, it’s just, they can be flirts, the whole lot of them, and I don’t want them hurtin’ ya. I mean, you’re my kid sister.”

“Jack, you’ve got nothin’ to worry ‘bout. None of them are gonna hurt me.”

You smiled at the boys, and you’re eyes locked with a blonde who had blue eyes that glittered underneath the morning sun, a cigar in his mouth. He looked at you, and the cigar nearly fell out of his mouth, leaving you snickering.

“Here, let me introduce ya to da boys.” Crutchie said.

You met all the boys, going down the line and shaking each of their hands and giving them a smile. They wondered if this was really Jack’s little sister. At the end of the line stood the blonde, trying to quickly fix his hair, deciding if he should put his cigar in his pocket or in his mouth once more.

You soon made it to the end of the line, where the blonde stood straight and tall, his cigar placed neatly in his pocket.

“(Y/N), this is Racetrack.” Crutchie said.

You quietly said hi and stuck out your hand to shake his.

Race looked scared to say hi or to touch your hand when you shook his.

“Hey Racer!” Jack said. “Come o’er here!”

Race’s eyes filled with fear as he walked over to Jack. You watched as he walked away and wondered what was making him so shy.

“Yes Jack?”

“I need ya to be (Y/N)’s selling partner for a while, show her da ropes. Can ya do that?”

“Yes, of course Jack.” Race said bluntly.

“And Racer,” Jack got close to Race. “Ya hurt that girl, or she get’s hurt while you’re helpin’ her, ya will be sorry.”

Race nodded at the words Jack had said, terrified of what Jack would do to him if anything happened to his kid sister.

Race knew however, that he would do anything to protect you. The boy had fallen fast for you.

Months had passed. You were one of the best newsies-well that’s what Jack would say at least. Rae and you were still selling partners, and the boy had warmed up to you after the first week of selling. The two of you soon became best friends. But you had become close with all of the boys. You lived at the lodge with your brother, but instead of staying in his “penthouse”, you slept in the bunks like the rest of the boys. How Jack let you sleep in a room with twenty plus boys, you had no idea.

Race became your number one confidante, other than Davey. After a couple days of working together, you soon found you had feelings for the boy, something you had only told Davey, but something everybody could tell. And everybody noticed that Race had feelings for you, something that was completely over your head.

The two of you always teased each other, and he often flirted with you, but you knew that he was a flirt. Jack had told that about Race to you when you started working.

Race was also terrified of Jack, only flirting with you when he knew Jack was around. He really liked you, but Jack’s threatening words preyed upon him. He knew he’d have to be careful about his feelings.

It didn’t help that whenever you weren’t around, the boys would tease him about you. He would quickly punch the guys if Jack came into the room. If Jack heard about his little crush, Race knew he was a goner.

You were out working by yourself when Race came up to you and tossed his arm around your shoulder.

“Good mornin’ doll.” he said, his cigar between his fingers and a smile on his face.

“Good mornin’ Higgins.” you continued to try to customers attention.

“Listen, I was thinkin’ doll, that you and I, we could get lunch….today.” Race said, removing his arm from your shoulder and taking your hand in his, his thumb going over your knuckles.

You felt yourself blush and looked up at him.

“Sure Race, that sounds…”

“Anthony Higgins!” you were cut off by your older brother. “Get your sorry self over here.”

Race let go of your hand and walked over to Jack. You slowly walked away to sell your papes, running into Davey.

“Are you good (Y/N)?” Davey questioned.

“My dumb brudder...he ruins everythin’.” you explained what had just happened, how Race was just asking you out...and holding your hand.

“Ya know, it could have meant nothin’, Davey. He probably was just flirtin’ with me like he flirts with all his customers…..maybe it’s a good thing Jack yelled at him.”

“(Y/N), I don’t think that’s the case. We all think Race really likes you. Jack’s just scared to have you close to him, since he is a flirt. But maybe, just maybe he really cares about you.”

During the time you and Davey were talking, Race feared for his life.

Jack looked ready to punch him the moment he walked over to him.

“Race, ya can’t near my sister like that anymore. Ya can’t just flirt with her ‘cause she’s givin’ ya attention. What if….what if she likes ya, and you’re just flirtin’, nothin’ more. You’d crush her, and then I’d have to crush ya Race,” Jack cracked his knuckles in between statements. “She’s gonna start sellin’ with Elmer or JoJo, or I won’t let her sell anymore. But she can’t sell with ya anymore.”

Race had no words, until Jack started to walk away.

“Jack, I care ‘bout (Y/N) more than ya could understand. I’d never do anythin’ to hurt her. Ya can’t keep her away from me. Ya can stop her from sellin’ with me, but that won’t stop me from carin’ for her, and if she cares for me, ya know that ya can’t stop her from bein’ ‘round her.”

Jack turned away, his fist ready to punch Race. Race started to cower away, scared that after this, he’d never see you again. What he had just said, could have put him in deep trouble with Jack.

“You’re not gonna sell with her. You’re not gonna go near her. Ya won’t talk to her. Ya won’t flirt with her. I don’t care that ya like her, Race. I know you’re a good guy, but I can’t have ya hurt her. ‘Cause it’s destined to happen,” Jack fumed. He got closer to Race, rage circulating through his face and he pushed Race with his pointer finger. “Ya got that Race?”

Race nodded and Jack walked away to sell his papes. Race wondered what he’d do now, now that he couldn’t even go near you.

Weeks passed. Race kept his distance, making you go crying to Davey, saying that you knew Race didn’t have feelings for you. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You became selling partners with JoJo, and you weren’t as happy as you were when you were selling with Race.

One night, you decided it was time to confront Race. The boys were all playing poker in the bedroom, except Race.

“Albert,” you hissed.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” he replied.

“Where’s Higgins?”

“Up in his usual spot. I’ll make sure Jack doesn’t see ya.”

Race had a special spot, just like Jack did. You snuck out of the lodge, the boys all distracting Jack.

You headed to the balcony where Race was. You knew he was there, as you could see smoke puffs in the dark.

You climbed up the ladder leading to the balcony, and soon found him. He was paying attention to the sky. He wished he could see stars, but the night was cloudy.

“Race….”

He was silent. He puffed some smoke into the sky, ignoring your presence. Jack had told him that he couldn’t talk to you, and for his life and for your sake, he was going to listen to Jack.

“Race, you’ve been ignorin’ me for three weeks. Did I do somethin’?”

He was silent again. He held onto his cigar, it was distracting him from your voice.

“Oh come on Race. Ya can’t just ignore me foreva. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” you sat down at his feet. “I’m not leavin’ ‘til ya tell me why ya ain’t talkin’ to me anymore.”

He continued to smoke his cigar, not saying anything to you, trying to ignore your presence. But he knew that your (Y/E/C) doe eyes were looking up at him. He wanted to look at you, but he was scared that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and then Jack would hurt him.

But you, you had enough of Race not talking to you. You pushed yourself up to him, where he fiddled with his cigar. You snatched it from his hand, hoping to get a reaction. But nothing.

“Anthony Higgins, ya can’t ignore me. What did I do that made ya not talk to me for three weeks!” you raged.

He looked at you, his glittering blue eyes locking with yours, like the day you had first met. He knew he couldn’t control himself. But he’d been waiting months for this.

He grabbed your face and pulled you towards him, lips connecting.

You couldn’t believe this, you were finally kissing Race. You stood still, not sure what to do-the kiss was such a surprise, but you kissed back.

It was as if the whole world disappeared completely.

Until….

“Anthony Higgins I’m gonna kill ya!” Jack screeched.

You pulled away, looking at Race, who had terror in his eyes. Jack was rushing up to the both of you, and as he reached the both of you, you stood in front of Race.

“Race, I told ya…..I told ya, if ya go near my kid sister...I’d hurt ya,” his face was red. “You’re gonna hurt her….I told ya...not to do this.”

You had never seen your brother like this, so pent up with rage.

“Jack! I’m not a child anymore. Ya can’t control what I do.” you said sternly.

“Yes I can! Ya can’t work with me anymore. Ya can’t live in the lodge anymore. Ya have to come up to my roof every night. Ya have to find a different job, a safe job, where he,” he pointed at Race. “Isn’t near ya.”

“JACK!” you yelled. “Did ya threaten Race? Did ya tell him he couldn’t go near me?”

“Yes, I….I did. But it’s only ‘cause I don’t want ya to get hurt. I don’t want ya to find yourself in trouble…...you’re the last one I’ve got left (Y/N)....what if...what if ya got hurt so bad, that it was just me?” Jack said, stuttering. He was scared of you for once.

“Jack, I know you’re worried ‘bout me….but you’re not gonna lose me. Ya can’t be so protective of me.”

“I...I know. I’m sorry Race. I’m sorry sis.”

He wrapped you up into a hug. Race stayed frozen in his spot.

“It’s just...we lost ma and dad...and I don’t want to lose ya. Why do ya think Ise been so protective ya?”

“I know Jack...I know.”

The two of you continued to hug for a while until Jack pushed you away.

“Race, why don’t ya tell her...why don’t ya tell her what ya told me.”

Jack crawled off the balcony, leaving you and Race alone again.

“Listen…(Y/N), I’m really sorry Ise stopped talkin’ to ya. It’s just Jack said that I couldn’t ‘cause he was scared I was gonna hurt ya….but (Y/N), I’d never hurt ya. I love you….I love you a lot.”

You looked into his deep blue eyes, and wrapped your arms around your neck.

“Race...I love you too.”

You found the two of you in another kiss. He picked you up and spun you around, leading to you smile during the kiss.

Down from the balcony, the boys cheered, and Jack looked up at the both of you, knowing he wouldn’t have to worry.

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