𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒. one shots + headcannons

𝐒𝐈𝐗 ━ racetrack higgins x reader ✧✧

a/n : ty for requesting!
hope this meets your
standards lol.

requested by : @quirkyandshort

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Medda's music filled the theatre as you watched Racetrack link arms with her. You couldn't help but feel jealous. How could you not feel jealous?

As he happily walked with her, you couldn't help but wish you were Medda. As you just sat there at your table near Jack and Sarah, Racetrack noticed your agitated expression and walked over to you.

"You okay, (y/n)?" Racetrack said with his thick (a/n : more like thicc) New York accent.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." You tell him.

"Lies." Jack laughed which made Sarah smile.

"Um, do you wanna, um..." Racetrack attempted to utter out words.

Key word : attempted.

" 'Do you wanna' what, Race?" You grinned at him.

"Race, you okay?" Jack wore a cocky smirk.

Only Sarah knew you had a thing for Racetrack, which could either mean 'Hooray, I can trust her' or 'Oh crap'.

It was the latter.

"Tell hiiiiiiiim~" Sarah whispered into your ear.

"Sarah, can we talk in private, please?" You ushered for Sarah to walk with you and take a walk outside for bit.

"He definitely doesn't like me, so I'm not telling him!" You whisper-yelled at her.

"He definitely does, and you're just a psycho!" Sarah cackled.

Little did you know, Jack was telling Racetrack the same thing. Jack and Sarah thought they could easily play matchmaker with you two, but it turns out it would be harder than they thought it would be. Honestly, they were surprised that you and Race never caught on to this.

"Look, I'll tell him... later." You say to Sarah.

"No! You're gonna grow up the courage to tell him tonight!" Sarah demanded with a smile, nudging you to walk back into the theatre.

As Sarah kept nudging you, your eyes were met with Racetrack's, who said, "(y/n), I needa talk to ya."

You nodded as you walked with him, while Sarah gave you a thumbs-up as she walked back inside the theatre to Jack.

"What's wrong?" You asked Racetrack as soon as you two got privacy.

"Do I needa have a problem to talk to ya?" Race laughed a little, a red hue appearing on his cheeks.

"No, but you still need to tell me what you wanna say." You smiled at him.

"I, uh," Racetrack took off his signature newsboy cap, "I like ya. A lot. It's okay if ya don't like me back!"

You smiled widely as you told Racetrack, "I like you too."

Racetrack smiled wider than you, if that was possible, as you grew up the courage to kiss his cheek.

"Ya missed." Racetrack told you.

"Wait, you're not gonna do something cheesy, ri-" You were cut off by Race, who kissed you on the lips.

"You're so cheesy." You laughed to him as you walked back into the theatre, hand in hand.

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a/n : this one was so
cheesy oml