“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” Jack asked, but got the answer when the Delanceys came running after you seconds after.

Requested:  date with Bill and Darcy HC?

Warnings: none

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Bill

• You were child hood friends
• It surprised you along with everyone else when he asked you on a date
• You hadn’t expected it 
• But that didn’t mean you were complaining
• Katherine helped you with your outfit
• Both of you spending almost all day getting you ready
• Bill would have loved you dressed in anything
• But what Katherine had whipped up had the boy at a loss for words
• He found out your favorite restaurant from Katherine
• Surprising you once you’d arrived
• Even though you had tried to deny it multiple times, Bill insisted on paying got the bill
• Bill paying for the bill haha
• You both shared a dessert
• Smiling when your spoons would accidentally hit the others
• You were a blushing mess the entire walk home
• Your hands swinging between the two of you
• Bill wanted to take things slow
• Leaving you with a small kiss on the cheek to last you until you’d see him again

Darcy

• Darcy shows up as an anxious mess
• Most of the boys lecture him while you’re still getting cleaned up
• He’d brought flowers for you, and he couldn’t help but perk up when he saw you
• You’d thanked him for the flowers, putting them on your bed before you both walked hand in hand down the streets
• Darcy originally planned to take you to a fancy little place
• That had been until you explained it didn’t interest you
• But really you’d been slightly embarrassed about not having anything nice to wear
• You didn’t want to go and stick out like a sore thumb
• He took you to a little bakery
• Knowing you liked one of the pastries to death
• You’d frequently saved up for a while so you could get it on special occasions
• You couldn’t hide your excitement when Darcy brought it up once you declined his fancy date
• Both of you got your own drinks and different pastries
• You shared, going half with each other so you could try something new
• Your first kiss was on the front steps of the lodging house
• The boys cheered and whistled behind you but neither of you took notice

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Requested: Could you possibly do a smut sequel to the Davey daddy kink fic you did?

Warnings:  smut, daddy kink, unprotected sex, spanking

Summary: Once Davey finds out about your new kink, he decides to explore it.

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You were pinned against the now locked door, Davey’s lips centimeters away from your ear, his body flush against yours. The next words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you need daddy to take care of you sweetheart?” Davey cooed in your ear. You nodded shyly, looking up at Davey with a blush growing on your face. “Are you going to be a good girl for your daddy?” He asked, grabbing your chin making you let out a whimper and give him a small nod. “Use your words baby girl.” Davey teased, caressing your cheek making you melt.

“Y-yes daddy.” You whispered, a gasp leaving you when Davey’s lips were on yours. You would’ve ran your fingers through his hair, but he pinned your hands above your head, deepening the kiss making your knees go weak and you leaned back against the wall for support. You let a whine when he pulled away, leaning forward trying to catch his lips for another kiss, but his finger stopped you. 

“Now now, behave.” Davey smirked down at you. “Come.” He instructed, running his finger against the bottom of your chin before he started making his way to your room. You followed behind him silently, the ache between your legs causing your legs to tremble on the way. You hadn’t expected to feel this excited when you finally told Davey about your kink, but you brushed it off thinking it was because it happened by surprise.

“Dav-” You started but caught yourself clearing your throat. “Daddy?” You asked shyly, making Davey turn toward you and hum in response sitting on the bed. “I, um… h-how do you want me?” You asked softly, looking down at your feet. 

“How about you strip for daddy sweetheart?” Davey asked, making you blush and nod your head rapidly.

“Yes daddy.” You smiled at him sweetly, starting to pull your clothes off slowly. You couldn’t help but blush at the way Davey was watching you, his eyes looking at every inch of you. You couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together when you felt the wetness starting to pool in your panties.

“You’re such a naughty girl aren’t you?” Davey tsked, standing up and walking over to you, nudging your legs apart with his foot. “Daddy never gave you permission.” He explained, bending down slightly so he was eye to eye with you. “I think someone deserves to be punished. Don’t you?” He asked, caressing your cheek making your eyes flutter closed.

“Please.” You begged before you could stop yourself, a deep blush seeming to permanently stay on your cheeks. “I mean, yes daddy.” You corrected yourself shyly. 

You watched in awe when Davey started to pull your clothes off of you, leaving kisses all over you, making sure to not miss one single inch. You squirmed slightly when his tongue grazed your nipples, a small breathy moan leaving you. He stood up once all your clothes were flung across the room, pulling you to the bed with him, sitting down before pulling you down to bend over his lap.

“You’re getting five. Count for daddy.” He explained before his hand came down in a somewhat hard spank making you jolt forward with a wine.

“One.” You whimpered out, and you continued to whimper out numbers, by the end Davey had you moaning from the slight sting that you felt. You gasped when Davey started to rubbing your butt soothingly, making you shiver, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling.

“Are you ready for daddy to fuck you?” Davey asked, his finger running up your dripping slit making you moan. “I’d say so hmm?” Davey cooed, rubbing your back slowly. You were glad that you weren’t facing him, knowing he’d see just how red your face had become.

“Yes daddy.” You explained quietly, knowing he heard you when you heard him hum. 

Davey picked you up as though you were a rag doll, throwing you on to the bed eliciting a giggle from you when he climbed on top of you and started to kiss all over your face. Davey kicked off his pants and underwear off, not bothering to take off his shirt, unable to ignore the throbbing in his pants anymore. Davey was showering you with kisses when you slowly pushed in, making your back arch, a moan leaving your mouth.

“You feel so good around daddy.” Davey moaned against your lips, his thrusts starting at an agonizingly slow pace. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair as whimpers left your mouth.

“Oh, daddy.” You moaned, pulling Davey closer to you. “Harder, please.” You begged, your legs wrapping around his waist. You let out a cry when Davey started moving faster and harder, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall filling your ears. Your walls clenched around Davey, your legs starting to shake, the knot in your stomach aching to come loose.

“Look at you, already gonna cum for me huh?” Davey smirked, pounding into you harder. “Cum for daddy.” Davey cooed, caressing your cheek. You couldn’t help but listen to him, your entire body shaking under him as your orgasm hit you full force. Nothing but moans and whimpers came from you, words getting caught and trapped in your throat, pushed back by your moans.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out once you finally caught your breath, shuddering when you felt Davey’s warm cum painting your walls. Davey let out a small groan, his face nuzzled in your neck, his warm breath fanning your neck. Davey pulled out of you slowly, making you shiver when you felt the cool air hit you. 

“Let me go get something to clean you up.” Davey explained kissing you softly, walking out off the room, leaving you on the bed in a daze. 

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Requested: Modern time (if that’s okay) and African American! Shy!Reader… Morris is noticing kids in your grade is bullying you because of the color of your skin and how quiet you were…that All I got,let you mind go from there

Warnings: bullying

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• You never really spoke to anyone at school
• But that didn’t mean that people never noticed you
• You knew it was true for the girls that had always picked on you
• They made sure to torment you everyday
• You had been the only African American student at your school
• You never stood up for yourself
• You didn’t know how
• Morris saw it everyday
• He’d almost been waiting for you to say something back
• It hadn’t been until he saw you sitting by yourself and crying one day after school that he’d realized you never really had stuck up for yourself
• He’d sat down next to you and started to talk
• You hadn’t responded at first
• Wiping your eyes of your tears until he’d said it was okay to cry
• Morris hadn’t expected the meek little voice that had come out of you once you’d finally started talking
• You both started hanging out everyday after that
• Both of you getting closer and closer by the day
• You hadn’t asked him to, but he stood up to those girls for you
• It wasn’t long until you started dating
• You didn’t want anyone knowing at first
• You’d been worried about things people would say
• Especially if people started to say things to Morris
• You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you’d been the reason he was being treated poorly too
• It hadn’t been as bad as you expected
• There were a few comments from people
• But over all everyone had left you both alone when they’d finally gotten to know you
• And that’s all you had wanted ever since you’d started going to school there

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Warnings: none

Summary: What they do for you on your anniversary

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Jack Kelly: Paints a portrait of you

Davey Jacobs: Definitely the type to propose 

Crutchie Morris: Takes you on a small vacation

Racetrack Higgins: Mini golf date

Spot Conlon: He takes you to the beach for the whole day

Albert DaSilva: Amusement park date

Finch Cortez: Bakes for you

JoJo De La Guerra: Makes you a nice little video

Darcy: Gets you flowers and chocolates

Bill: Gives you a promise ring

Katherine Plumber: Takes you to a fancy restaurant

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Love, Davey Masterlist

Warnings: homophobia, fighting, injuries (blood)

A/N: the amount of times I almost accidentally write who Red actually is, is very frustrating haha

Summary: Davey never understood why he wouldn’t come out to his friends. Half of them were just like him, yet he was still scared to admit it outloud. That’s where Red came in, he was scared too.

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Davey and Oscar stood in the secluded part of the library, both of them arguing back and forth for the majority of the morning. Davey couldn’t believe he was in this situation. A few weeks ago he’d never even talked to Oscar, and now they were both arguing over his secret identity that no one else knew about except for Red.

“Maybe if you were a nicer guy she’d say yes.” Davey explained, earning a glare from Oscar. A gasp left Davey’s mouth when his back hit one of the bookshelves, Oscar’s face only inches away from his. 

“You have two days Jacobs. Two days, or everyone will know.” Oscar spat in his face before shoving him back against the shelf, leaving Davey standing there in shock. 

There was no way Davey would be able to convince Sarah to go out with Oscar in two days. Davey pushed himself off the shelves, grabbing his backpack off the floor and he started to make his way to class with his thoughts spinning around in his head. He didn’t have to think much longer, a commotion in the hall drawing his attention away from his class when he saw a group of kids gathered around with some cheering. 

Davey pushed his way to the front, freezing in place when he saw what was happening. There his friend laid limp on the floor as a few guys were kicking the life out of him, a pool of blood already on the floor. Davey stared in shock and horror, the fight only being ended when the school’s security came to pull everyone apart, Davey’s friend being rolled out in a stretcher. The whole rest of his day Davey was stuck with the image in his head, and he was filling with fear with each passing second.

It hadn’t been until dinner that Davey actually started acting normal, feeling safer, but not fully safe, in his own home. He picked at his food, not paying attention to any of the conversations. No one noticed he was quiet, usually he’d stay that way during dinner, only wanting to listen to everyone’s day, but once Sarah started talking about that morning, he couldn’t help but give his full attention.

“A fight happened at school today.” She explained making everyone look at her. “Some guys were beating on Race for being gay, he had to be carried out of the school.” She continued and Davey’s dad shook his head.

“That Anthony never learns. His parents have talked to him about the clothes he wears. He brought it upon himself.” Mr. Jacobs explained making Davey’s blood boil. “If a boy is going to go around dressing in girls clothes, then he should expect it to turn a few heads.” He continued, pushing Davey over the edge.

“Just because Race likes to wear girls clothes doesn’t give anybody the right to touch him, and you have no right to judge him if you weren’t there!” Davey exclaimed.

“David.” Mrs. Jacobs warned but Davey shook his head.

“He’s my friend! He didn’t deserve to be treated that way no matter what he was wearing. If no one came to get him they would have killed him. You didn’t see how he looked, but I did, there was nothing okay with that. He doesn’t deserve to die because you think people who dress like him deserve to be treated like crap.” Davey explained, his voice shaking as he stood up, leaving his untouched food on the table and his chair left pushed out while he made his way to his room, ignoring his father’s calls after him.

A few days had passed and Davey still couldn’t get the picture of Race out of his head. There was a school assembly on what had happened, and Davey couldn’t help but think of it. Half way through the assembly it hit Davey that he hadn’t been messaging Red, and he pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message.

Subject: Parents

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] 

Hey, Red I have to apologize for not talking in the past few days. Did you see what happened Monday morning? I hope you didn’t, I think it’s the worst thing I’ve seen in my entire life. To make things worse my dad heard about it and actually blamed it on what the guy was wearing. I really don’t think I’m coming out to them now. - SomebodyNobody

Davey shuddered at the memory, placing his phone back on his lap until it buzzed again.

Subject: re:Parents

From: [email protected] To: [email protected]

I heard about it, but I can’t imagine even seeing it, I hope it wasn’t as bad as everyone made it out to be. I hope you’re feeling better, Nobody. - Red

Before Davey could get a response his attention was pulled back to the stage, his eyes bugging out at what was on the screen. He’d been too busy with his own things he forgot the two days were up the day before, his worst nightmare staring him in the face.

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Requested: If you remember when you written the imagine when the reader found out that davey had a mommy kink? Could you write one where the roles are reversed, like davey finds out the reader has a daddy kink?

Warning: drinking, daddy kink, suggestive speech, implied smut

Summary: Davey finds out about your kink, but not in a way you’d like

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It all happened so fast that Davey almost missed it. The drink passed your lips and burned your throat making your nose scrunch up like it normally would. He would have missed it if he didn’t see it with his own eyes, your shot glass already filled up for the next round. What surprised Davey was why you had taken the shot.

You had all been sitting around in a circle, playing never have I ever. You didn’t know why you’d let Race talk you into playing with everyone, knowing you weren’t much of a drinker. It had been going fine for you, mostly everyone was targeting Race since the game was his idea, but it had seemed that the entire game Race had been targeting you since his turn was the only time you’d ever actually take a drink.

“Never have I ever had a daddy kink.” Race smirked in your direction making your eyes pop out of your head. 

Your eyes darted around the room, watching as a few of the boys took shots, noticing that your own boyfriend was just sitting by you, not moving to take a shot like the others. You tried to do it quickly, hoping that no one would see or bring attention to it. You had even successfully refilled your shot glass without anyone seeing, or so you’d thought.

“Really?” Davey’s voice filled your ears making you freeze. Everyone’s attention was pulled to you, and you felt like you were presenting a project for the first time. You couldn’t find the words to say, just giving your boyfriend a small smile and shrug.

“I never thought you were the type to have a daddy kink Y/N.” Spot laughed, making your cheeks heat up even more than they had been.

“Come on guys, don’t act like you don’t like weirder stuff.” Katherine chirped in making you give her a silent thank you with a smile. 

“Daddy issues huh?” Albert joked making you glare at him. 

“You’re one to talk.” You fired back, making him hold up his hands in defense.

“Okay, let’s just move on. Never have I ever got fired for sleeping on the job.” Katherine explained making Race groan and take a shot. 

The game had gone back to everyone trying to get Race drunk, but you couldn’t really think straight, giving Davey quick glances. You weren’t sure how he felt about you having a daddy kink, wondering what was going through his head since he hadn’t said more than one word to you after he found out.

The ride back to your apartment was silent, you were sure Davey was probably going to tell you to pack your things and go the second you got into your apartment. Your hands were sweaty and shaky, and you were constantly wiping them on your pants on the way up the elevator. You both walked silently, Davey opening the door for you so you’d walk in front of him. 

With each passing second you were getting even more worried. That had been until you felt Davey’s hands on you that you just couldn’t think anymore. You were pinned against the now locked door, Davey’s lips centimeters away from your ear, his body flush against yours. The next words that came out of his mouth sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you need daddy to take care of you sweetheart?” Davey cooed in your ear.

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Warnings:  smut, first time

Summary: your first time with the boys

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Racetrack Higgins & Albert DaSilva

• Why both of them together? Threesome bitches
• It’s not any of your first times
• But it’s your first time together
• Let’s just say these boys leave you SATISFIED

JoJo De La Guerra

• Poster boy for the word wholesome
• Asks how you feel every five seconds
• It’s a bit adorable if you’re being honest
• Despite the constant check ins, he gets the job done

Buttons

• He handles your nerves like a pro
• Knows exactly what you need
• Like JoJo checks on you a countless amount of times
• CEO of aftercare

Specs

• This boy knows what he’s doing
• It’s like your toes are permanently curled the whole time he touches you
• The sheets are almost pulled off the side of the bed when he’s done
• You’d almost forgotten you’d been nervous before hand

Tommyboy

• He’s so shy but tries to act like he knows what he’s doing
• You can tell, but you let him think he’s doing everything like a pro
• But he’s not bad for it being his first time
• You both end up switching positions and the inexperienced comes out in him

Bill

• Thought it’d be wholesome didn’t you? Well its rough or as rough as a first time can be
• It’s very lovey dovey but also verrrrrry passionate
• You can’t even walk the next day
• But it’s worth it to you

Darcy 

• Your first time is very wholesome
• I’m talking candlelit room
• Darcy is very very gently with you 
• You had nothing to compare him to, but you could only assume that was the best sex you’d ever get

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Jack Kelly actually being a girl and still being leader of the Manhattan newsies

-via me listening to the album right now and hearing Davey call Jack, Jackie (this has probably already been thought of so oops)

[Referring to the Bronx Zoo]

Race: All zoos are petting zoos if you aren’t a bitch.

Davey: All zoos are petting zoos if you can walk through reinforced glass, jump over a sizeable moat and can handle jumping down a distance of upwards of two meters, avoiding strategically placed barbed wire. But yeah, totally.

Race: *louder* If you aren’t a bitch!

Pulitzer: I’m gonna raise the price of the papers and all the newsies will be grateful for it.

Jack, rollerskating past with sunglasses on and a strawberry milkshake in his hand:riiiight

Elmer *jokingly*: Fun game to play with your child - Hide and Seek but hide in a place where your child will never find you.

Henry: My mom was really good at that game.

Jack: God, Davey! Snyder took Crutchie to the Refuge, the newsies have been beaten up, we’ve lost!

Davey: Yeah, and you know what’s not gonna fix it? Your shouting.

Jack [to the Newsies]: Boys, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll whisper it into Race’s ear and he’ll blurt it out in astonishment.

Jack: *whispers into Race’s ear*

Race: *GASP* KATHERINE IS PULITZER’S DAUGHTER?!

Crutchie: Don’t break someone’s heart, they only have one.

Jack: Yeah, break their bones instead, they have 206 of those!

Musical Theatre Tropes/Things I Never Get Tired Of

• The Runaway New Yorker - mc wants to leave NYC because they feel like they aren’t achieving anything there. Like a typical New Yorker, they want to leave for someplace warm and sunny (probably Santa Fe). They almost leave when they lose hope, but then they realize that their home is in New York City with their friends-turned-family.

Ex.Usnavi(In The Heights),Jack Kelly(Newsies),Mark, Roger, Angel, and Collins (Rent)

• Kickass Female Trio - probably have a song where they sing about how powerful they are and how everyone bows down to them. Adored by the whole fandom. They also have this iconic pose that everyone can recognize. Also have a distinct colour palette among their outfits. The leader is the most powerful, popular, and feared of them all and is in the center of their pose & the main singer of their song. She’s somehow defeated in a later part of Act 1. The second-in-commandtakes over for the leader and is at her right. The innocent sidekick is at the leader’s left & she’s very youthful and childlike. Has yellow somewhere in her outfit. She’s likely to be an alto.

Ex.Angelica(leader),Eliza(2nd-I-C),andPeggy(IS) - the Schuyler Sisters (Hamilton) | H. Chandler (leader), H. Duke (2nd-I-C), H. McNamara (IS) - the Heathers(Heathers) | Regina(leader),Gretchen(2nd-I-C),Karen (IS) - the Plastics(Mean Girls)

• The Seductress Song - hot young woman breaks into lead male’s house in her own song where she belts some mad vocals and then flirts with him cause she wants him.

Ex.Mimi Marquez - Out Tonight(Rent),Maria Reynolds - Say No To This(Hamilton),Veronica Sawyer - Dead Girl Walking(Heathers)

• The “My Life Sucks and I’m Struggling Because I’m Poor and I Have To Work and I’m Too Young For That BS, but life goes on” song - It’s probably a bunch of oppressed New Yorkers singing that.

Ex.In The Heights(In The Heights),Carrying The Banner(Newsies),It’s A Hard-Knock Life(Annie),Rent(Rent)

• The romance between the Girl Who Has It All and the Boy Who Has Nothing trope - also self-explanatory. The girl’s father is probably wealthy or respected.

Ex.Alexander & Eliza(Hamilton),Jack & Katherine(Newsies),Nina & Benny(In The Heights)

• The Silly Little Banter Between Two Love Interests song - the two characters are lowkey into one another, but they’re like, fighting-flirting.

Ex. I Never Planned On You (Don’t Come A-Knocking)(Newsies),Light My Candle(RENT),Anything You Can Do(Annie Get Your Gun)

• The “Let’s Have Some Fun In The City!” song - super upbeat instrumentals and ensemble, the characters are exploring the city and having fun.

Ex.When You’re Home(In The Heights),One Short Day(Wicked),The Schuyler Sisters(Hamilton)

• The Badass Revolution Song - the song that makes you want to take down capitalism and scream something at the top of your lungs. take down the oppressors. the poor kids are taking over now.

Ex.The World Will Know(Newsies),One Day More (Les Misérables),My Shot(Hamilton),Yorktown(Hamilton),Defying Gravity(Wicked)

There’s probably more to add.

our lord and savior mike faist on our other lord and savior ben tyler cook’s instagram story for west side story. they’re having Quality Bro Time™️ at the beach. newsies forever!

The Newsies Twitter account is so cute I’m crying

KARA LINDSAY IS PREGNANT YOU GUYS!!!

Here’s her announcement post on Instagram ft. some of your broadway faves AND some OBC and National Tour Newsies congratulating her and her husband Kevin Massey on their baby due November 17th!

[also, follow me on insta! (@mikaelafeliz) dm me if you came from this newsies blog so we can be friends ]

Congratulations to Jeremy Jordan and Ashley Spencer on their newborn daughter, Clara Eloise!

But fr though, imagine having Jeremy freaking Jordan as your dad and having him sing to you every night–

“Close your eyes, come with me, where it’s clean and green and pretty. And they went and made a city out of clay–”

Clara Eloise Jordan is one lucky girl.

BITCHDHCJRJD IT’S THE VINE

[Ben Fankhauser singing the Iconic™ Newsies Line after inhaling helium]

“so’s tha Bronx!” is the Newsies equivalent of “and Peggy!”

Jack [to Pulitzer]: YOU WANT MY 60 CENTS?

Jack: *chucks them the other direction*

Jack:go GET IT!

Jack, running off west to Santa Fe:S T R E E T S M A R T S

you know it’s true.

a concept: a Broadway musical production held in the Nederlander Theatre in West 41st St., Manhattan about a group of New Yorkers living in the slums of Manhattan, who protest against this guy - who cares deeply about one of the female leads - and his capitalist agenda, which is to sell something that will make the characters more broke than they already are. The main character is an artist who’s full of angst and nearly runs off to Santa Fe, but then realizes that their home is in New York. The characters also sing a song about their New York ideals while dancing on a table in a restaurant in an upbeat number. It’s also set at the end of a decade.

But like,,, what’s it called?

Jack [about 2 seconds into the strike]: I don’t feel good about this.

Jack: I don’t feel good about this!

Davey [shouting]: When do you ever feel good about anything?

Jack: Crutchie is my best friend but so are you.

Davey: You can’t have more than one best friend.

Jack: Says who?

Davey: Says logic.

Jack: Well, I call bull on your logic, ‘cause you’re my best friend too.

Davey [smiling]:Okay.

broadway musicals with new york city aesthetic

ANNIE: walking down fifth avenue, candy shops, rockefeller center, fifth avenue diamonds, window shopping, old-fashioned radioes, pennies, brass doorknobs, new york pizza, the chrysler building, greenwich village, soho, lots and lots of money, the city at one a.m., times square, taxi cabs, jazz music, broadway musicals, the curiousity you feel as you explore the city, getting lost, the glow of the city at night, staring up at the skyscrapers in awe as you walk past, wanting to be apart of new york, the rides in coney island, adrenaline, a young girl’s laughter, mary jane shoes, cute dolls, giggles, the state of pure happiness.

NEWSIES: manhattan at dawn before rush hour, old-fashioned cigars, freshly-printed papers, broadway streets, riding a bike or strolling through central park, paintings sold on the sidewalk, street performers, ordering chinese food when you’re too lazy to cook, the brooklyn bridge, dirty laundry, worn-out leather shoes, the manhattan skyline, wall street, grand central station, the loud noises of the city like cars or the chatter of people, folding your pizza, walking around with friends, getting annoyed with tourists who walk too slow, rain, traffic, the queensboro bridge, the essence of a handsome teenage boy, hearts racing in excitement, cheering for the sake of cheering, brooklyn rainbow bagels, always throwing yourself into the crowd, the st. patricks cathedral, the new york times.

HAMILTON: marble floors, black coffee, the subway at rush hour in the morning, scattered papers, ink stains on shirts, the tulips in bryant park, cold wind attacking your face in spring, the new york public library (which was funded by the real alexander hamilton), the battery park, a small argument that turns into a shouting match, passersby stopping what they’re doing to stare which is a rare thing new yorkers do, shakespeare plays, the statue of liberty and ellis island, the border between the north shore and south shore, bronze statues, the manhattan bridge, chrysler street, nyu students, postcards, stamps, long written letters, those broadway performers who never get lead roles but you can’t help but notice them in the ensemble.

RENT: walking the streets with no money on you, lovers on a date in central park, a busy street with people walking briskly, graffiti on the subway, the underprivileged new yorkers you don’t notice who’re trying to get by, the silver surfer, getting your paycheck and feeling satisfied, withering flowers, little shoebox apartments, the view from the rainbow room and realising that you’re living an small life in a big city with so many opportunities, cursing out the new york building, walking home after a long day, laughing so hard your sides hurt, a movie night at home with your best friends, nightclubs, indie bands, small rock concert venues, the feeling of freedom, bagels, judging people by their shoes, walking fast, metrocards, small restaurants and cafés, the crazy lights and colors of times square that keep changing.

IN THE HEIGHTS (update): bodega shops, the george washington bridge, people speaking their native language, totally different people with totally different lives riding the same subway car, looking at those fancy rich people and wishing you had that life, a sunset view of the manhattan skyline, the sound of cars honking at each other, the smoke that rises from underground kitchens, the summer heat, central park when it’s sunny, going to manhattan, people! of! color! working! hard! as! hell! (because let’s be honest, they have it rough), living in the unpopular areas of nyc, going to the rich areas even though you aren’t rich, mexican food, local bakeries, (immigrants - we get the job done!), distant shouting, the smell of food in the air, originality, preserverance, street smarts, switching between languages, loving your family, growing up alongside your friends, looking out for your neighbours, being crammed into a small world, washington heights.

Newsies: hey pulitzer, it’d be really great if you could maybe give us the time of day so we can settle the stri-

Pulitzer:no.

Newsies:

Davey [to Jack]: How did Pulitzer not throw you into jail immediately when you first met him?

jack: well, thank ya for askin’. you see, i used the bittenbinder method. when i saw the perp approaching, i reminded him that i was dating his daughter. now ive thrown him off his rhythm

Ben Tyler Cook twerks in the Mean Girls Musical pass it on

and YES you read that right. When he’s wearing his Mathletes costume. I’m pretty sure there’s a GIF from the bootleg somewhere around here. (At least, I hope so.)

UPDATE:

from the amazing @x-is-greater-than-the-value-of-y ’s Tumblr!

Race: Jail’s no fun, I tell ya.

Les: You’ve been in jail???

Race [puts his cigar in his mouth dramatically]: Once. In Monopoly.

[Brooklyn arrives at the rally]

Jack: It’s really great that Brooklyn came, Spot, Manhattan could sure use your help.

Spot:Pass.

Jack:

Jack: You marched all the way across the Brooklyn Bridge just to say you’re NOT going to join the strike? and say pass?

Spot: Yeah. Totally worth it. You should see the look on your face.

Jack:

Spot:Priceless.

summary: now that race and (Y/N) are a ~~thing~~, (Y/N)’s “friends” have something to say about it.

word count: 2,934

(Y/F/N) = your “friend’s” name (friend uses female pronouns yeet) (friend is in quotations bc like someone not good)

alexa this is so sad play santa fe

pt. 1  pt. 2  masterlist

It felt like everything was happening so fast. Ever since you had held hands at the movies, you weren’t sure there was a moment where Race wasn’t by your side, his hand glued in yours. However, if you were forced to use your hands for normal human functions, he would always have an arm around your waist or his hand pressed against the small of your back. Not that you were complaining- oh no. You loved every minute of it. The only time you were apart was at lunch, where you still sat with your separate friend groups.

Your friends began to notice after a few days of this. They knew you were going to prom together, but had no idea that you shared an interest in each other, which made sense, because you had been spending more and more time with Race and his amazing friends Spot and Albert, and hadn’t got the chance to talk to yours as much outside of school. You didn’t see a problem with it until one of them pulled you aside in the hallway.

“(Y/N), how have you been?” (Y/F/N) said sweetly.

You smiled. “I’m doing well! Listen, I’m sorry we haven’t seen each other as much lately but I promise we can go get dinner or something soon. I’ve just had a lot of fun with Race and his friends, and-”

“No, I get it.” She said, placing her hair behind her shoulder. “I just…” She hesitated, sighing before resuming. “I’m worried.” Her frown was subtle yet noticeable when she spoke.

“About…?” You asked.

“You.” She paused, tilting her head. “And Race.”

You smiled at the mention of Race’s name. “Wh-I’m confused.” You said, your repressed laughter slowly turning into concern. “Why are you worried about us?”

Her frown slowly disappeared into a neutral expression as she talked as if this was common knowledge. “I just don’t think he’s right for you. He’s loud all the time-which is super annoying-actually, he’s just annoying a lot of the time. He’s not smart, and not to mention, we all know he’s a huge flirt. He could have any girl here at the snap of his fingers, and is that really something you want a relationship with?” She stood, looking at you as if this was just a normal thing people said. Your smile quickly disappeared into a look of shock. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, (Y/N). Someone had to tell you the truth.”

The bell rang, giving (Y/F/N) an excuse to walk away before you could give any form of response.

You knew the things she said weren’t true, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. What shocked you the most were her parting words, “Someone had to tell you the truth.” Were there other people that believed that stuff, too?

Floating through the rest of the day in a distracted and insecure haze, you landed in your bed upset and confused. Your nightly conversation with Race was cut short as you decided to go to bed early.

“Is everything alright? You sound…off.” Race asked with a concerned tone.

You shrugged and then realized that you were on the phone. “Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll let you go now, even though I really don’t believe you.” Race sighed. There was a pause over the phone, neither one of you having the heart to end the call. Race spoke up. “Will you open your window?”

You slid off your bed and trudged over, pulling up the blinds. Race was standing there with his hands in his flannel pajama pants and a concerned look on his face that quickly melted into a smile when he saw you. Your concerns softened and you gently smiled back, too.

“Goodnight.” He said softly.

“Goodnight.” You replied. You reached over to pull the blinds back down.

“I-” Race spoke, and then stopped himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Nevermind. Sweet dreams, (Y/N). See you tomorrow.” He said, walking back over to his bed. You watched him sit down before you lowered the blinds.

“See you then.”

You turned off your bedroom lights and got into the bed, plugging in your phone. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep, thinking of Race. Keyword: tried. But you couldn’t. (Y/F/N)’s stupid words were still rattling relentlessly in your brain. You picked your phone back up and sent Race a text.

Y/N: can i sit w you at lunch tomorrow?

Race: ofc

Race: why don’t u wanna sit where u usually do?

Y/N: tell you tomorrow

Race: ok

You sat your phone back down, only to hear it buzz again as you closed your eyes. You picked it back up.

Race: be warned the boys may not be on their best behavior…

Race: but are they ever lolol

Race: i’ll talk to them tho
Race: ok. i’ll stop spamming u now

Race: gnight

Race: ♡

Now smiling, you rolled over again, finally falling asleep.

The next day, you walked into the cafeteria, summoning your courage to walk directly past your friends to the other side of the cafeteria where Race was. You hoisted your backpack up higher on your shoulders and kept your eyes fixed on the back of Race’s head as you walked to the other side of the room. You could feel your friends’ eyes on you as you walked past them, but none of them spoke up. Getting closer to the table, Race turned around and smiled, patting the empty space between him and Katherine at the long table.

Setting your bag down, you greeted Race and sat next to him.

“I didn’t know you’d be joining us today, (Y/N)!” Katherine smiled, wrapping her arm around your side and squeezing. You smiled and gave an excited hello.

“(Y/N), these are the fellas.” Race said proudly, gesturing to all of the boys, who either waved or smiled with the occasional finger gun. “Fellas, this is (Y/N).”

“How’d you like to be Ms. Romeo?” The boy, who you assumed was named Romeo, stuck out his hand from across the table, palm facing up. Confused, you laid your hand in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, making you laugh.

“Hey, paws off.” Race said, slapping his hand away as Romeo winked.

“The name’s Jack Kelly.” You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked towards it. An older looking boy leaned from behind the other side of Katherine, hand stuck out. You shook it with a smile.

“This here’s Davey.” Race said, gesturing to the boy sitting directly across from you. He gave a gentle smile and a wave.

“And you already know Albert and Spot.” Race concluded, pointing at the two boys, who smiled at you.

The next couple of days you kept this routine, and since your friends didn’t say anything about it, you didn’t either.

“(Y/N), you’re just not acting like yourself. You seem down.” Race spoke into his phone, stretching after his dance class.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to worry about it.” You said, sitting on your bed.

“Listen…if we’re going to be in this…for the long haul…then I’m ready to listen to whatever problems you have.” Race said slowly, nerves forming. His words made you stiffen. Was he for real?

You paused. “Do…do you want to be in this…for the long haul?” Butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

Another pause. “I mean, I do. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything, I swear.” You could hear shuffling in the background.

“Well…what if I said I do, too?” You could feel the smile growing on your face.

“Wait just a sec.” Race said. Your posture softened, but your smile didn’t. Through the phone, you heard clambering and Race walking around.

“How long is this gonna take?” You said with a laugh.

“Just a second, I swear.”

You heard your doorbell ring, and you laughed again.

“You did not.” You smiled through the phone.

“I told you it would be just a second!”

You ran as fast as you could to the front door, pausing a second to catch your breath before swinging it open. There was Race wearing his shirt from dance and a pair of sweatpants, still holding the phone to his ear. He didn’t even have any shoes on, just his socks. The sun had just set, the porch light giving him a gorgeous glow. His skin was dewy, which may have been from rehearsal or the fact that the air was warm, a sign of spring coming soon.

“(Y/N),” Race said, still talking into the phone, but maintaining eye contact with you. “This may be a little sudden, I don’t know.” You both chuckled a little. “But, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’d love nothing more, Race.” You smiled and ended the call. You both stared at each other with what felt like unending happiness. You finally broke the silence with, “Would you like to come inside?”

“Sure.” Race beamed. You held the door open for him, and he held your hand as you both walked to the couch. “So what’s wrong?”

“Losing friends is always hard.” You say. He nods in agreement, pulling you closer to him. You throw your legs across his lap and lean your head on the side of the couch, arms folded in front of you. He puts one arm behind you, holding your waist, and the other on your leg. “(Y/F/N) just said some hurtful things the other day, and I don’t want to be around that kind of mentality, yknow?” Race nodded again.

“What did she say?” He asked. After he saw your frown at his words, though, he spoke up again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I will.” You sighed. “She said we weren’t right for each other. That you were annoying. And flirty. And other stuff that’s untrue. And I don’t even feel like talking to her anymore because I don’t want her to say more stuff.” He rubbed up and down your side.

“I’m sorry to hear that, (Y/N). Is there anything I can do?” Race’s face grew concerned.

“You’ve done enough just by being here, Race.” You smiled.

“Well, you always have me and the boys. We’ll be here for you. And Katherine, too, of course.” Race said proudly. You nodded, eyes feeling heavy. Today had worn you out. “Do you want me to leave? You look tired.”

“No, no.” You said, waking yourself up. “Just put on Netflix or something.” Race obliged, turning on the TV and then The Office. You got through about half an episode before your eyes felt as if there were weights tied to them.

You don’t know how you got there that morning, but your phone’s alarm woke you up in your own bed, still in your pajamas from last night. You rolled over and looked at your phone and saw a text from Race.

Race: sorry for leaving u. i let u sleep on me for a couple hours before i had to go home.  woke u up and helped u walk to your room, but i don’t think u will remember. also, pls tell ur mom thanks for letting me stay so late. ♡

Another day of school, another day closer to prom, and another day of sitting with Race’s friends (now your friends). Walking to the parking lot, you noticed Race turn a corner. Usually, he rode with Spot or Albert, so you weren’t sure why he was walking the opposite way. Your curiosity got the best of you and your eyes followed him. You quickly sat in your car, continuing to watch Race. Suddenly, he stopped on the sidewalk, looking at his phone. That’s when you noticed (Y/F/N) approaching him. …Weird. After a minute of them talking, you felt awkward. You couldn’t read either of their expressions from where you were. You trusted Race, and you could always just text him later.

Pulling out of the parking lot, something felt off. Your gut dropped. Something wasn’t right.

You knew your gut was prophetic when the following day, Race seemed distant. He didn’t talk as much, he wasn’t as smiley, and he didn’t touch you once throughout the day. After he refused to even look at you at lunch, you decided to text him during class.

Y/N: hey, is everything okay?

Race: no

Race: we need to talk

Y/N: ??

Race: meet me in the parking lot after school

For the next two and a half hours, you were a mess. You weren’t able to focus in class, and you couldn’t calm down for the life of you. Finally, the final bell rang, and you quickly walked to the parking lot, scanning for Race.

You found him standing next to your car with his red hood pulled up over his head, looking at his phone. You locked your car, making the horn honk and making Race jump. You giggled as you walked over to him, trying to ease the tension. Race’s face remained unreadable. When he didn’t say anything, you offered to give him a ride home. He simply nodded and sat down in the passenger seat, slumping down after buckling.

The ride was eerily quiet, aside from the soft music playing on the radio. Race scrolled mindlessly through his phone, avoiding any conversation.

You reached Race’s driveway and parked the car, turning to face Race, who finally sat up and took his hoodie down, still not making eye contact with you.

“You said you wanted to talk.” You said gently. “What’s up?”

Race inhaled, eyes fixed straight ahead. “I don’t think we’re going to work out.”

You could feel a hole forming in your chest, heat rushing to your neck and shoulders. “Race, we haven’t even been official for a week, what’s making you say that?”

“I just…I just know.” Race said. He still wasn’t looking at you. You weren’t even sad yet, you were livid. How could he give up on you so quickly? And for what reason? You could feel tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Race. If you’re going to break up with me after not even a week of dating, you could at least look at me when you say it.” Your voice was commanding; it was obvious that you were now angry. Race listened, and his hard expression turned into hurt when he saw your face. You clearly had nothing to lose, so you spoke up again. “I saw you talking to (Y/F/N) yesterday. Is that what this is all about? Why she doesn’t want us together? Why you’re breaking up with me? Are you with her or something?” Race remained silent, mouth slightly agape. The silence was deafening as you felt yourself begin to choke. You had grown so attached in such a short period of time and where had it gotten you? You felt weak…used, almost. And to make matters worse, you still didn’t have an explanation  “Race, please.” A mix between a cough and a sob slipped out as a couple tears fell. “Say something.”

Suddenly, Race lunged at you from across the armrest, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m so sorry.” He said as you began to cry into his shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry. I take it all back. I’m so sorry. I thought it would fix everything, but I-I’m sorry.”

“What?” You say in between tears, now even more confused. Race began to run his hand through your hair. Your anger melted away. The confusion remained, but you were so relieved you didn’t care. Race quietly whispered more “I’m sorry”’s while your crying slowed, your face never leaving the crook of his neck, his hands never leaving you, rubbing gentle circles on your back. When you finally collected yourself, you sat back.

“I thought you would rather be with your friends than me. I thought I was in the way. That’s what (Y/F/N) told me. You guys used to be so close but I’m taking you away from them.” Race said, holding your hand as you wiped your face with the other. You shook your head, laughing through the tears.

“They aren’t my friends, Race.”

“They aren’t?”

“No, if they were…they’d be understanding.” you sniffled. “They would be supportive. That’s what real friends do.” You sighed. “I’d rather be with you, a friend who is supportive and understanding and kind, than be with fake friends who aren’t.” Race smiled.

You pulled down the mirror to look at your reflection. “God, I look like a mess, don’t I?” You laughed.

“No, you don’t.” Race said. You turned to face him, smiling. “You look beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, Race.” You said.

Something shifted.

Everything was happening so fast, and the number of feelings you had right then was too much to not act upon.

It seemed that Race had that same idea, his eyes flicking towards your lips before back up at your eyes.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. If you were going to move fast, why stop now. You leaned towards Race, no hesitation.

Your lips connected, and Race immediately got into the kiss, placing his hand on the back of your neck. It was sweet, soft, and mildly uncomfortable leaning over the armrest. It felt perfect.

You decided fast was good.

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“Is everything alright? You sound…off.” Race asked with a concerned tone.

You shrugged and then realized that you were on the phone. “Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll let you go now, even though I really don’t believe you.” Race sighed. There was a pause over the phone, neither one of you having the heart to end the call. Race spoke up. “Will you open your window?”

You slid off your bed and trudged over, pulling up the blinds. Race was standing there with his hands in his pajama pants and a concerned look on his face that quickly melted into a smile when he saw you. Your concerns softened and you gently smiled back, too.

“Goodnight.” He said softly.

“Goodnight.” You replied. You reached over to pull the blinds back down.

“I-” Race spoke, and then stopped himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Nevermind. Sweet dreams, (Y/N). See you tomorrow.” He said, walking back over to his bed. You watched him sit down before you lowered the blinds.

“See you then.”

You turned off your bedroom lights and got into the bed, plugging in your phone. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep, thinking of Race. Keyword: tried. But you couldn’t. (Y/F/N)’s stupid words were still rattling relentlessly in your brain. You picked your phone back up and sent Race a text.

Y/N: can i sit w you at lunch tomorrow?

Race: ofc

Race: why don’t u wanna sit where u usually do?

Y/N: tell you tomorrow

Race: ok

You sat your phone back down, only to hear it buzz again as you closed your eyes. You picked it back up.

Race: be warned the boys may not be on their best behavior…

Race: but are they ever lolol

Race: i’ll talk to them tho

Race: ok. i’ll stop spamming u now

Race: gnight

Race: ♡

Now smiling, you rolled over again, finally falling asleep.

summary:with prom only a couple of weeks away, you decide to take a chance and ask race on a proper date.

AN:i wrote this at 3am also i’m not dead yeet (y/f/c) = your favorite color

part 1masterlist

In the following week after Race had asked you to prom, you weren’t entirely sure where you and Race stood. You were always texting or calling each other, you sat next to each other during classes, and had almost held hands in the hallway once. Almost. Your feelings for each other were pretty obvious, but neither of you had flat out said it yet. Perhaps you didn’t need to, but still, it would be nice to hear. Prom was only a couple of weeks away, so you decided to shoot your shot during your and Race’s nightly phone call.

“Dance was fun. I think I’ve finally got fouettes down, but they still need some work. My teacher told me the reason I crash into Albert so much is cause I point my toe too hard.” Race said, chuckling. You giggled in response, letting your limbs spread out on your bed. “It sounds fake but I swear it’s a real problem.”

“Well, I’d like to see that sometime.” You said, smiling.

“I bet you would.” You could practically feel Race rolling his eyes through the phone. He twisted back and forth in his rolly chair. “Hey…have you picked out your dress yet? For prom, I mean?”

“Ya.”

“…Can I see it?”

“What’s the fun in that?” You teased.

Race sighed with a smile. “Alright, but I need to at least know what color it is so I can get somethin to match it.”

You sat up on your bed, debating if you should open your window or not and just show it to him. You decided against it but wandered over to your window anyways. “It’s (y/f/c).”

“Any specific shade?” Race questioned, who had moved from his desk chair to his window, which he proceeded to open, hoping you would hear it over the phone and do the same. You didn’t.

“Yeah, I mean, I’ll just send a picture. It’s not that big of a deal anyways.”
“No, it’s alright! I don’t mind being surprised! I’d like that, actually…kind of exciting, y’know?”

The thought of Race getting excited about seeing you in a fancy dress was enough to make your face turn red. “Yeah, I know.”

“I just want to make sure my tie matches.” He said. You slid over to your closet and unzipped the dress bag so you could at least send a corner of the dress to him. “By the way, do you prefer a bow tie or no bow tie? Or no tie?”

“Whatever you’d like is fine with me, Race.” You said as you snapped a picture over snapchat and tapped on Race’s name. You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a heart emoji next to it.

“Alright.” Race said, still resting by his window. There was a pause as he opened your picture. “Oh, wow…”

You laughed. “What?” A notification that Race had screenshotted the picture appeared at the top of your phone.

“You’re gonna look beautiful in that color.”

Race had been flirting with you like this for months, but now it just felt more special. Like it was more than flirting. It was genuine excitement and happiness. You figured now was as good a time as ever.

“Thank you, Racer.” You said quietly. Before Race had the chance to say anything else, you continued to speak. “Hey…before prom, do you maybe want to go on a date? Like, maybe go see a movie or something?”

“Oh, yeah! That’d be fun! I’d love that!” He said enthusiastically. “Does Friday work?”

“You mean, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? Tomorrow is Friday? Friday’s-what?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I’m free tomorrow.”

“Awesome! So we can go see…what, the 7:30 show?”

“Sounds good to me!” You said, sitting down on your bed.

“Awesome.” Race said quietly. There was a pause in the conversation as you two smiled on the opposite ends of your phones. “Hey, open your window.”

Slightly confused, you pulled up a stool and pulled up the shutters. “Why?” There was Race, head in one hand, phone in the other, staring out his window.

“Just wanted to see you.”

Running your fingers through your hair one last time, the doorbell rang, and you made a mad dash for your wallet and the front door. “Hi, Race.” You said with a smile.

“Hey, (Y/N). You look pretty, as usual.” Race never failed to flatter you, and tonight was no exception. It was your first real date, and you were both excited. He wore jeans with a gray shirt and a light blue flannel over it. The blue of his flannel with the combination of his blonde hair made his eyes pop, and you were definitely here for it. “Here, I…I got you this.” Race held out a single, yellow, long-stemmed carnation.

“Thank you so much, Race. This is too sweet. Give me just a sec to run and put this in some water. I’ll meet you in the car.” Closing the door gently, you made a mad dash for the kitchen and threw the flower in a water bottle from the fridge. You would give it a better home when you got home. Right now, you had to focus on not screwing tonight up.

Stepping out of the door once more, You walked towards the passenger side of Race’s car. He stepped out and ran around the front, opening your door for you. You knew Race was a gentleman, but this was just too cute. You flashed him a smile while you stepped in, and relaxed into the seat as Race walked around the front of the car once more.

“Here, I trust your music choices.” Race said, handing you the AUX. “Anyone that can jam out that hard to Taylor Swift has a good taste in music.” You both laughed at the memory, though yours was more of an eye roll. You turned on a favorite playlist, hoping that Race would genuinely enjoy your jams. “So, how are you doing?” Race asked as he backed out of the driveway and pulled onto the main road.

“Good, kinda tired from today’s test. How’re you?”

“Honestly?” He started. “Kinda nervous.”

“THE Racetrack Higgins?” You giggled. “Nervous? About what?”

Race glanced over at you before looking back at the road. “This date. Impressing you.” You hid your butterflies with a scoff.

“Well, you don’t have anything to worry about. I should be the one worrying.” What were you even saying?! What kind of conversation was this?! A worry-off?!

“You’re telling me that I have the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the country in my car, on a date with me, and I shouldn’t be worried?” Race argued with a grin. You smiled.

“You think I’m the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the country?”

“Nah, that was a lie.” Race said with a smirk. You playfully hit Race on the arm with a laugh. He glanced back over at you, quickly scanning you up and down before turning back in his seat. “I think you’re the most beautiful and hilarious girl in the world.”

“Aw, well now you’ve made me feel bad for hitting you.” You said with a pout.

“Really?”

“No.”

You sat down in your seats, Race carrying the large bucket of popcorn that he bought for the two of you, and you carrying both of the drinks. The lights dimmed, and the movie started. Everything had gone well for the most part, but you just wished that Race would make a move already.

After about a half hour, you placed your arm on the armrest next to Race, strategically leaving a little room for his arm, too, not moving your eyes from the movie screen. When you felt his arm touch yours, your heart leaped. Slowly, your hand slid closer to his until your pinkie fingers were intertwined. You waited for him to take your hand, but after a few minutes of the slightly awkward position, you realized he probably wouldn’t.

Taking in a deep breath (and silently cursing the armrests for making this more difficult than necessary), you flipped your hand over and placed your now intertwined hands on Race’s thigh. You never took your eyes off of the screen, but you could swear you saw Race glance down at your hands with a smile.