𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒. one shots + headcannons

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ━ racetrack higgins x reader ✦✦

a/n : this is just an okay
one shot, so um, plz
don't hurt me 😳

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The sun shined down on you as you waited for the newsies to come any minute now. Today, Mr. Wiesel was sick, so you were filling in for him the mean time.

Being a girl around a bunch boys caused what? You guessed it, flirting of course.

Morris and Oscar Delancey flirted with you in the distribution center, which you definitely did not like. It was merely tolerable. To be honest, you liked the newsies flirting with you. I mean, who wouldn't like cute guys flirting with them?

The newsboy who you liked the most was Racetrack Higgins, the cigar smoking, gambling, flirtatious newsie. Putting it like that, he didn't sound that great, but you thought otherwise.

"Still no Weasel? We must be lucky." A boy with a gray vest over his button up shirt who's name was 'Jack' said to you.

"Why?" You quizzed.

"That just means anotha day of lookin' at ya pretty face." Jack replied with a smirk.

"U-Um, the usual?"
"Yeah."

After Jack took his papers, the boy next in line was Crutchie. He was probably the sweetest newsie you've met in your lifetime.

"Mornin' (y/n)." He greeted you.

"Good morning. Fifty papers?" You asked.

After Crutchie took his papers, the line was filled with more cocky boys aiming for you. The one that made you blush the most, however, was Racetrack. Oof.

"Hey Race. How many this time?" You smiled at the blonde boy.

"Well, I'll call ya sweetheart if ya spot me fifty papes." Racetrack mused.

"Uh, you have to pay Race, but you can call me 'sweetheart' free of charge." You grinned and got fifty newspapers ready.

"You wanna, um, head ta tha park afta I'se sell my papes then?"
"Like a date?"
"Yeah."
"O-Okay! Uh, thank you."

Racetrack smirked and placed his cigar back in his mouth. He put down a quarter and grabbed his papes, giving a small wave to you and earning himself a bunch of slaps on the back.

You couldn't wait for later that day.

"You'se okay? Ya red." asked Jack, walking back up to you.

"I'm fine!"
"You'se shore?"
"Yes, I'm sure!"

Racetrack was stuck in your head for the rest of the entire day.

'God damnit, Race.' You thought after you spaced out while waiting at the distribution center.

The date resulted in many more to say the least.

But he did cheat on you.

With his Corona's.

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a/n : lmao this was so
cringey.