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bigmack2go · 5 months

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I just came here to say that race and his kazoo but also race and his harmonica

#newsies #newsie strike #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #albert #albert dasilva #race #race higgins #racer higgins #ractrack #racetrack higgins #racer #racetrack

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jepaullover · 2 months

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new hyperfixation just dropped

#newsies #racetrack higgins #changing hyperfixations like clothes #ractrack is so me #king of new york is my fav song from it

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corpusdiem-seizethedead · 3 months

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Davey: Ok Jack, but just don’t…sing to them.

Race: That bitch is halfway down the street!

Davey: Is he-

Race: Oh, he’s dancing

Davey: *despairing groans*

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permanent-box-at-sheephead-races · 9 months

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intro n stuff

ciao, kids, its me, @the-woild-is-y-erster back on his bs, but this time its a Ractrack Higgins rp blog

couple of things

istg if any'a you bozos sends me an ask that isnt strictly SFW, i will personally show up to your house at 2:13 in the morning and take your phone and eat it. try me.

somethin somethin sometjin be nice please

tanks

your favorite weirdo

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awesome-theater-nerd · 3 years

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This is literally me watching newsies lol 🤡👍 (My first meme is so random)

#newsies #jeremy jordan #ben cook #ben fankhauser #andrew keenan bolger #sky flaherty #livesies #92sies #ryan steele #why am i like this #jack kelly #david jacobs #ractrack higgins #tommy bracco #garret hawe #but we love some gays #broadway

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autistic-spirk · 3 years

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Newsies but Race wears these

#he may or may not seduce spot #race #racetrack #ractrack higgins #newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #musical

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never-fear-brooklynishere · 4 years

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#yeah #no comment #race is off the walls #1992sies #92sies #newsies 1992 #newsies 92 #newsies live #newsies musical #newsies #newsies broadway #jack kelly #race higgins #ractrack higgins #davey jacobs #david jacobs #javid #javey

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years

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"You're gonna smother me in my sleep, aren't you?" for Sprace? :))

There are some mentions of drinking in this prompt.

They hadn’t seen their friends in a while so a night out was called for. They all met at a bar in midtown and a round of drinks was ordered as they all sat around a big table, small talking with one another.

Race smiled, holding up his hand. “There seems to be a different vibe tonight than usual. Who’s hiding secrets?”

He glared around the table, making eye contact with all of them making it awkward. “This is why we don’t go out much with you anymore, Race. You make it weird.”

“Victim number 1, since you spoke up Albie, what’s new with you?” Race grinned, putting his chin in his hand as he looked at his best friend.

Albert rolled his eyes, glancing at Finch who just shrugged his shoulders. “Nothing much. Just busy with work and getting the apartment set up.”

Finch and Albert had just bought an apartment in Manhattan together after several years of living apart. Race had for sure thought an engagement was coming, if it hadn’t occurred already.

Nodding, Race smiled before continuing his look around the table, landing on Jack and Kat. “Ahhh victims number two, what do you have to say for yourselves?”

“Funny Race but we saw you last week and nothing’s changed.” Jack grinned. “Well except for the fact that Kat got that big story in Chicago so we’re heading there next week. Oh and we’re also taking a trip to Paris in a few months.”

Race put his finger to his nose before pointing at Kat who had stayed quiet. “Anything else?”

“You mean beside the sweetheart of a dog we’re going to be adopting?” Kat grinned.

The table lit up at her words, all talking over one another trying to get details. Kat took out her phone and showed photos of the dog while Race pouted. Spot patted his shoulder, chuckling.

The table quietened down, all looking over at Spot and Race. “What’s new with you two?”

They looked at each other before looking at Blink who spoke up. “What do you mean?”

“You’re asking us what’s new, but you two look like the cat who ate the canary!” Mush pointed out. “Spill you two.”

Spot grinned, shaking his head as Race held up his hands. “I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“One, this group never has a hard time making conversation. And two, you’re stalling.” Kat looked between the two. “Spill.”

Race shrugged. “Did I tell you that Spottie saved a kitten near the condo and we’re going to adopt it?”

Everyone around the table “awed” at that as Spot glared at Race, who visibly swallowed loudly. "You're gonna smother me in my sleep, aren't you?"

“Uh huh … any idea why?” Spot crossed his arms, looking at his fiancé.

Race nodded, smiling before kissing him. “Yup but you can never stay mad at me. And besides, you wouldn’t kill your baby daddy would you?”

The entire table went silent at Race’s words before chaos erupted. Kat stood from her seat, slammed her hand on the table, causing Race and Spot’s heads to swivel in her direction. “Care to explain, Sean and Antonio?”

A shiver ran down both of their backs at their birth-given names and not the nicknames they were commonly referred to. “Uhhhh …. Spottie how about you take this one?”

“Nope!” Spit shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “This is allllll you Racetrack since you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”

Race leaned back in his chair, a grin sliding onto his lips as he looked at his friends and essentially family around the table. They had been giddy all afternoon after they got the news and he knew he would be the one to not hold it in.

“Spot and I have been approved to become adoptive parents and we’re on a waiting list right now.” Race grinned. “We don’t know many details but we’re one step closer to being dads.”

Kat had tears in her eyes as she looked at two of her best friends. Walking around the table, she pulled Race first then Spot into long hugs before grinning at the two. “That’s fantastic news. We’re all so happy for you two. Why the drawn out making conversation thing you did earlier?”

“Ugh … Spottie told me to act natural and not be weird.” He shrugged.

Jack spoke up with a chuckle. “Racetrack Higgins not be weird? That’s like Peter Pan not flying. It’s just who you are. And we love you for it.”

Laughter floated around the table before Albert stood up with his drink in his hand. “A toast, to Race and Spot, and all their weirdness. To them becoming parents and being the best they can be. To Race and Spot.”

“To Race and Spot!” Everyone echoed, drinking and cheering while Race turned to Spot, with a grin. “So am I still being smothered in my sleep?”

Spot grinned. “We’ll see, snookums.”

Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending in the prompt!!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #drabble requests #newsies drabble #drabble prompt #cutesiewoojin #ask #ractrack higgins #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #spot conlon

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newsiepedia · 5 years

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Relationship Analysis: Jack and Race (Musical and Film Versions)

Charcter 1: Jack Kelly is the unofficial leader of the Manhattan newsies. What he lacks in smarts, he makes up for with charisma and a determination to do what’s right.

Character 2: Ractrack Higgins is a gambling, flirtatious prankster- and a world- class newsie. Although he may appear mean and irresponsible at first, he really does care deeply about his friends and fellow newsies.

All About It:

Race is Jack’s second in command. Before Carrying the Banner, Race repeats Jack’s call to the newsies to wake up, and they listen- implying he has some power. (Newsies Live script, page 4) When the newsies go on strike, Race arrives early with Jack, Davey, and Les, (Newsies Live script, page 39) and when the price is increased Race checks the other circulation gates for Jack to see if it’s the same everywhere else. (Newsies Film script, page 39)

But he’s also Jack’s friend. Whenever Race thinks he knows which horse will win a race, he tells Jack, (Newsies Film script, page 7) something he only does for one other person: Medda, the newsies’ surrogate mother. (Newsies Film script, page 82) This shows that Race is very close to Jack. He also puts himself at risk to keep Jack safe from Snyder (Newsies Film script, page 73) and helps Jack escape the rally via curtain. (Newsies Film script, page 89) When Jack leaves for Santa Fe, the other boys are sad, but Race is heartbroken, saying “Won't be the same without ya. Give ya even odds on that.” (Newsies Film script, page 134)

Jack and Race joke around together. They mostly joke about Race’s inability to win a bet (Newsies Film script, pages 7, 35) and their lousy situation as homeless newsies. (Newsies Film script, page 35)

Race trusts Jack completely. When the Delanceys threaten Jack, Race immediately says “Five to one, I say Cowboy skunks 'em” showing his faith in Jack’s abilities. (Newsies Film script, page 13) Race also doesn’t hesitate to give Jack his money when he wants to buy more papers for Davey. (Newsies Film script, page 17) Race appears the most upset when Jack scabs, almost not believing his eyes when he joins them (Newsies Film script, page 104) and doing “his Delancey routine” when Jack leaves the lodging house. (Newsies Film script, page 108) Although Jack broke his trust when he scabbed, Race welcomes him back as soon as he returns. (Newsies Film script, page 123)

Jack doesn’t love Race as much as Race loves Jack. Although Race is Jack’s friend, he’s always playing second fiddle- to Crutchie in the stage musical and Davey and Les in the film. Also, although Race’s jokes are fairly neutral, Jack’s always seem to be at Race’s expense. (Newsies Film script, pages 7, 35) Race isn’t enough for Jack to stay in New York either- that honor goes to his love interests, Katherine and Sarah. It seems no matter how you look at it, Race has the short end of the stick.

Will it Ship?

YES! Jack and Race work well together, and probably have for ages. They have easy chemistry, lots of trust, and genuinely enjoy each other’s presence.

NO! The relationship is unbalanced- Race is putting more in than Jack. Besides, it would probably hurt that Jack left Race not once, but twice, and only came back for someone else’s sake.

#relationship analysis #newsies #ractrack higgins #jack kelly #jacktrack #racejack #livesies #newsies live #92sies

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1899-newsboy-strike · 5 years

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race with 2 and 4?

2- Stay

4 - I can explain

Friendships ruined - Race Imagine

Warnings: underage drinking, forced make out, small argument

Summary: Albert scores himself some booze and comes home with a mission. Race then sees something he never thought he’d ever see.

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You groan as you had just gotten back to the lodging house after a long tiring day of selling papes. You took your cap off finally letting your hair down as you set your things on the bed you shared with your boyfriend Race. You had seen Race on your way back to the lodging house and he insisted you didn’t wait for him to finish selling since he had a lot of papers left. Reluctantly you had given in and walked back alone missing the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Y/N.” You heard someone say behind you and you turned to see Albert who looked like a mess. “Hey Al, long day?” You asked as you looked him up and down. “I’s got somethin’ ta tell ya.” He said and you finally heard the slur in his words. “You’s drunk? Where the hell did ya even get anything ta drink?” You asked him but he ignored you and walked toward you. “I like ya. I’ve like ya for a long time. I neva wanted to tell you cause you’ve been with Race, but I just had ta let you know.” He explained as he continued to walk toward you and you walked backward.

“Albert… ya shouldn’t have said nothin’. Race will kill ya.” You told him as you felt your back hit the wall behind you. “He don’t gotta know.” He whispered looking down at you making your heart beat faster as you became worried. “I don’t like you like that, and I would neva cheat or do anything to hurt Race. He’s your best friend. You’s just drunk.” You explained as you put your hand on his chest to keep some distance between the two of you. “I’s seen the way ya look at me sometimes. Ya can’t tell me ya don’t feel da same.” He explained but you shook your head.

“I’s neva looked at you any different from da otha boys Albert.” You told him but he seemed to ignore that statement as you felt his lips roughly meet your own. You started to shove at his chest but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head and had his body flush against yours. You continued to struggle, but with the long tiring day you had it did you no justice. You let out a sob as you felt Albert’s tongue start to lick the bottom of your mouth and you tried the best you could to get him off of you.

“What the hell!” You heard and that finally made Albert pull away from you. “Racer… I can explain-” Albert started to say but Race cut him off. “There ain’t nothin’ ta explain Al! You was kissin’ my goil!” Race exclaimed as he walked toward his friend angrily but you put yourself between the both of them. “Race don’t. He’s drunk.” You told him making Race glare down at you. “That ain’t an excuse Y/N!” Race yelled in your face making you flinch.

“You’s can get mad at him tomorrow. When he can rememba and know what he did was wrong.” You explained and Race shook his head. “I can’t be here.” He muttered before storming out of the room with you chasing after him. “Where are you going?” You asked as he finally stopped walking. “Ta Brooklyn. I can’t look at him without thinkin’ about what I saw and I can’t look at you.” He explained making your heart break. “At me? I didn’t do anything…” You explained as you looked up at him and he shook his head.

“Race it’s late ya can’t go.” You told him and he shook his head. “Stay. Please. I need you.” You whispered as you put your hand on his shoulder. He shrugged your hand off and continued to walk making tears well up in your eyes. You ran after him and turned him around pulling him in for a long passionate kiss. “Please don’t go.” You cried as you pulled away and held onto him tightly. “Okay, I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Come on, I’s sure Jack and Crutchie won’t mind us sleepin’ in the penthouse with them tonight.

#newsies #newsies imagine #race #racetrack #race Higgins #ractrack Higgins #race x reader #race imagines #race newsies #x reader #imagine #newsies x reader #racetrack x reader #racetrack imagine

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bigmack2go · 6 months

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Idk but i need a sprace iceskater au. I dont even ship it as much as some particular other people but that would be the first time where it isnt the top thats the hocky player and the bottom thats a ice dancer yk what im saying??? Idk if this makes sense but i just need it.

#newsies #92sies #newsies musical #toursies #newsies 1992 #newsie strike #sprace #spot conlon #race #ractrack #racetrack higgins #racer #race higgins #racer higgins #spot #newsies broadway #newsies movie

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dreamingonmyown · 5 years

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Newsies as the Breakfast club:

Claire: Kathrine (obviously)

Bender: Jack (also obviously)

Brian: Davey (even more obvious)

Andrew: Spot (????)

Allison: Sarah (???) idk maybe Race ???

Reasonings:

Claire: Kathrine

The Princess- come on she is called princess in the show even and it works with her character arc. Additionally, claires issues with her parents have some parallels with Kathrine and her dad. It’s not perfect, but for the sake of the au I think it works. Also looks wise kinda similar.

Bender: Jack

The Criminal- now this one is a complete no brained for me, I see these Newsies/The Breakfast Club character things and spot is usually bender but I think Jack IS this character. I mean troubled and colicky and arragont, but only to be revealed he’s had a really tough life, even the Claire/Bender and Kathrine/Jack ships have a fair amount of parallels. Overall, the first time I watched the breakfast club the only thing running through my head at a lot of Benders scenes was “Jack Kelly”. Also TOTALLY how jack would dress as an 80s teen, similar color palettes if you combine the musical and the 1992 movie.

Brian: Davey

The Brain-this one is incredible obvious so I won’t explain it too much—but the seemingly perfect family and shy nerdy kid, who actually has his own problems is very similar to daveys character. Again not perfect but definitely a great casting for the au. Also, Les as Brian’s sister is a hilarious image.

Andrew: Spot

The Athlete-so here’s where it gets hard for me with deciding on characters. Now the reason I chose spot for Andrew was based off of fandom headcannons and the 1992 movie mainly. I believe that this works as a casting because spot is shown as tough and more of a leader which Andrew is shown as in the movie and also some how I think that spot has more similar morals or motives if you will to Andrew not Bender idrk for the sake of the au this one makes sense to me however it could be anyone of the newsies really.

Allison: Sarah/Race (???)

The Basketcase- ok being honest, I had no idea what to put for this one. I don’t think any of the characters really match so decide who you will for this one. Looks wise i said Sarah because of the brown hair and gender, but ship wise spot/Sarah doesn’t really make much sense so you can say race if you want though I really don’t think either character works very well. Personally, I’d say Sarah for (say it with me now) the sake of the au however, again, do what you will with it.

Bonus castings:

Principle (Richard, or Dick) Vernon: Putlitzer

Brian’s mom and little sister: Esther and Les Jacobs

Benders dad: Snyder

Carl Reed (Janitor): I have no idea tell me your ideas

And that’s all I got!

I hope you all enjoy, this is my first post that’s like this and I wrote it all in like 10 minutes. Tell me what you think! Don’t take it all to seriously, this is just some of my thoughts. Let me know if you would like more newsies as different characters casting aus.

(If anyone’s writes a fanfic about this, 1. I’d be flattered and 2. Send it to me!!)

Aaaaannnddd cut!

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years

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my feet don’t dance like they did with you

ship: race x albert genre: angst ;) warnings: implied breakups and people leaving, also like 3 curse words editing: eh word count: 1560 this is inspired by ghost of you by 5sos ive wanted to write angst based on that song since the first time i heard it _______________________________ The gravity of the situation didn’t hit Albert until he was at rehearsal the following day. The director had paired him with Elmer until she could figure out how to fill the perfectly Race-shaped space in the show. Albert struck the opening pose for the duet, a crouch in the downstage right corner, and Elmer took Races place, a lunge at center stage. The opening notes of the song began and Albert felt his body go on autopilot, completing every leap, jump, and turn with practiced fluidity. That is, until about 32 counts into the piece when he and Elmer stood downstage center. This was the moment where they made eye contact and acknowledged each other for the first time during the piece before doing a complicated lift and turn sequence. Some part of him had known, very deep down, that it would be Elmer’s, not Race’s eyes that he would be meeting. But somehow he was still shocked. Maybe it was the jarring difference of seeing Elmer’s brown eyes as opposed to Races luminous blue ones, or maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t met by Races familiar smell of laundry soap and cheap cologne that caused Alberts brain to short circuit. His dancing become choppy and disjointed. He barely had time to recognize the sudden difference before Elmer morphed into Race and the walls of the studio closed in around them, transporting him back in time to the hallway outside their apartment and the events of the night before. Albert had just ran up the five flights of stairs to their apartment - curse this old building and its lack of an elevator - and had been rummaging around in his dance bag for his keys when he had been greeted by Race exiting the apartment, not even bothering to lock the door behind him. “Hey Race,” Albert had called out, abandoning all hope of finding his keys, “going somewhere?” Race had turned abruptly and stiffened slightly at the sound of Albert’s voice, almost like a kid who had gotten caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Albert hadn’t noticed that originally, but now every detail came back to him, screaming that something was terribly wrong. Race had been wearing one of Albert’s old sweatshirts - the big green one he had a penchant for stealing - and a pair of adidas track pants with his sneakers. His big black dance bag had been thrown over his shoulder and he had a navy backpack on. Albert remembered thinking that he must be going to rehearsal. But, if he had pondered that question a little bit longer he would have remembered that Race never had rehearsal on Thursday nights. “Hey, Albert.” Albert, not Albie or Albo or Al: Albert. Race never called him by his actual name. Why hadn’t he picked up on that? “Romeo wanted to rehearse with me tonight for a few hours, not sure when I’ll be back.” His voice sounded fake, scripted, almost. And, of course now, Albert remembered that Romeo was out of town at an audition so there was no way Race was going to meet up with him. “Okay,” Albert remembered saying, hand on the door knob ready to go inside, “I’ll see you later.” Race had turned to walk down the hall, but stopped at the last second. He had turned around, and strode back toward where Albert was standing. Then, without any warning, he threw his arms around Albert’s neck and kissed him softly on the lips. “I love you, Albie,” he had said. “Don’t forget that.” At the time it had all happened so fast, but now the whole scene played back almost slow motion. Albert could see the tear tracks on Races cheeks and the slight tremor in his hand as he ran his fingers absently through his hair. He could see the glint of sadness mixed with regret and hopelessness in his beautiful blue eyes. If only he had seen it then. “I love you too, Tony,” Albert had whispered back, opening the door to their apartment and stepping inside with a small wave at his boyfriend. Race had given him his trademark lopsided smirk before wandering back down the hall. If only he had known that was the last time he would ever see him. Back in reality, Albert could feel Elmer’s hand on his arm as they moved into the partnering section. He couldn’t help but notice that it was smooth, not callused like Races. It felt wrong. It all felt wrong. Elmer caught Albert’s eye for a second. The look he gave him let Albert know he could tell something was off. Albert knew that Elmer would understand if they stopped, but he willed his body to keep moving in time with the music as his brain drifted back to the apartment. Albert had stepped inside, breathing in the familiar scent of one too many sugared apple candles - courtesy of Race - and thrown his bag on the floor before heading to the kitchen in pursuit of a snack. He had pulled out several bags of chips from the cabinet and was reaching up into the cupboard for a bowl when he had noticed an old pair of Race’s black canvas ballet shoes with holes in the toes laying on the counter. Race was always leaving his things in strange places, so Albert had been about to move them aside when he saw the note. That was when everything had come crashing down. In present time, Albert could feel Elmer spinning him around and around and around and he thought that that was fitting seeing how his head was spinning from remembering the letter Race had left him. Dear Albert, it had said. I’m terribly sorry, but I won’t be coming home tonight. Or tomorrow night, or any night after. You didn’t do anything wrong. Hell, you were the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. But it’s become too much for me. I can’t really put it into words, but I need you to understand that nothing you could have ever said would have changed my mind. Elmer stopped spinning him, and Albert flew into a switch split, but he landed weirdly, a sharp pain running up the inside of his ankle. He winced. He had never had a problem with that jump before. I love you, the note continued. More than I love myself. Which is why I have to go now, when things are good before I screw everything up and we fight and break up the hard and painful way. I’ve been through that too many times Albie, and I don’t want to fight with you. I’m not very good at this love stuff, no one has ever wanted me in that way before, and I can’t fathom that you would be any different, nor do I have the mental capacity to get broken up with again. Albert did a seat roll into a fish flop, but his knees banged the floor painfully. And there was Elmer’s hand, right where Races should have been, pulling him up for the last 8 counts of the dance. I’m leaving you my old ballet shoes. They were what I was wearing the day I met you. Remember that day? It was the first time we ever partnered. It was so magical Albie, we just worked together so well. Everything suddenly made sense the moment we touched. Did you feel that way too? Probably not, I’m being stupid. I knew in that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But I can’t. So maybe you’ll consider taking these shoes in place of me, or maybe you’ll throw them out, I don’t care. Whatever happens, Albie, never stop dancing. Albert heard the music cut out. He barely registered that he was in his final pose, hugging Elmer, although it should have been Race, it should have been Race, goddamnit. He backed away quickly, like Elmer had burned him. “Are you okay, Albert?” Elmer asked gently. “That run was a little...rough.” “Yeah, I’m okay,” Albert lied, fighting to meet Elmer’s gaze, reminding himself that this was who he had to dance with now because Race wasn’t coming back. Race wasn’t coming back. He was gone, nothing but a mere memory. A memory that would never be brought back. “I’m just not used to dancing with you yet.” Elmer nodded. “Okay, we can work through it. You’re a good dancer, we’ll make it work.” He offered him a smile, which Albert was hesitant to return. “Yeah, okay,” he said, looking down at his feet, which were wearing Races worn out ballet shoes. They were a size too big on him, but he could still see the tips of his toes poking through the holes. He remembered when those shoes had begun to get those holes in them and he’d teased race endlessly for it until he had gotten a new pair. Was the reason he had hung onto them so long because they reminded him of when the first met? He forced down tears as he willed himself to work through the dance with Elmer. He’s not coming back. Race had told him to never stop dancing. Oh, Race, he thought, how is that even possible when my feet don’t dance like they did with you? _______________________________ im kinda low key proud of this ? i love hurting my bois angst is my specialty, so if there’s anything anyone wants to see feel free to hit up the ask box !! feed back is always appreciated !!

#saphie scribbles #newsies fic #newsies #race x albert #ralbert #ractrack higgins #albert dasilva #elmer kazprzak #why does everyone in this fandom hurt race #im not complaining im just asking #i love hurting race

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spreadingthenewsies · 6 years

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