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livesincerely · 1 month

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[bits & bobs] common knowledge

aka the ‘Jack didn’t know they were dating’ fic

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One of the last things that gets packed⁠—right up there with the wifi router, the stuff for the bathroom, and Jack’s good pillow⁠—is the calendar. Davey carefully peels it from its place of honor on the front of the fridge, almost the whole of April carefully x-ed out.

“The 29th is on Friday,” he notes as he tucks it carefully away, smiling softly. “We should try and do something.”

“Dave, we are up to our ears in fuckin’ boxes,” Jack complains from his spot on the floor, a roll of tape sitting on his chest as he attempts to become one with the carpet. “We ain’t gonna get our deposit back if we ain’t outta here before the first.”

“You were out of town on a contract last year and the year before that we both had the flu,” Davey complains. “It’d be nice if we could actually do something to celebrate this year.”

It’s at this point that Jack realizes he has no idea what the fuck Davey’s talking about.

“Dave,” he says. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?”

“The 29th,” Davey says, like that alone should be enough of an explanation.

“What’s so special about the 29th?” Jack asks.

Davey frowns⁠. And not just his Jack, you dumbass frown, but the full-blown, pinched-mouth, brow-furrowed, Jack, this isn’t funny, stop it frown that makes makes Jack’s soul want to shrivel up and die whenever it’s pointed his way.

So, Jack pivots. Hard.

“I’m kiddin’,” he lies quickly, alarm bells blaring behind his eyes. What the fuck is on the 29th? “‘Course we can do somethin’. What about dinner at that Italian place we saw on the corner? It looked like a nice joint.”

Davey’s expression clears.

“God, I would kill for some tiramasu,” he says with a wistful sigh.

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” Jack laughs, more relief than anything. “I’ll call in the mornin’, see if they take reservations.”

“Perfect,” Davey says, with a beaming smile that makes Jack’s heart lurch for entirely different reasons. “It’s a date.”

“Yeah,” Jack says weakly. “It’s a date.”

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Jack panics.

Well, first he calls the restaurant and makes a reservation for two at 7pm.

But then, he panics.

He calls Katherine first, which turns out to be less than useless.

“Can you please stop cackling for three seconds and fucking help me?” Jack demands into the speaker, tugging at his hair in frustration.

But Kath just laughs and laughs until Jack hangs up on her in a huff. After about ten minutes, he calls her back—she’s still laughing.

He tries Tony next.

“You’re such a fucking moron,” Tony says, after sitting in dead silence for so long that Jack pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure the call hadn’t dropped. “I genuinely don’t understand how Davey’s put up with you for so long. I should send him a medal. Or maybe a fruit basket.”

“Quit with the wise cracks and help me,” Jack demands. “Davey’s, like, super fucking excited about this dinner an’ if I don’t figure out what the hell we’re supposed’ta be celebrating, he’s gonna kick me out before we even get moved in.”

“More like he’s gonna dump your dumbass and find someone who can actually remember an anniversary,” Tony snarks.

“He ain’t gonna— I’ve told you a thousand times, we ain’t like that,” Jack says, louder than he means to, flushed and flustered.

There’s another long, judgmental silence.

“Please seek professional help,” Tony says, flatly incredulous. “You are so beyond me, you’re orbiting fucking Saturn, Jackaboy—“

Jack hangs up on him too.

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“Are you upset?” Jack asks tentatively.

“I’m still deciding,” Davey says in a thin, even tone that really doesn’t bode well.

….

“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”

Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”

But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.

“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”

“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”

“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.

“Course not!”

“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.

Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…

“Oh,” he says blankly.

Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.

“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.

“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”

“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”

“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.

“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.

“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.

“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”

“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”

“I love you,” Jack murmurs.

Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.

And the taste of his kiss is even better.

#newsies #javid #*editor's note #*the writing desk #bits & bobs #not so much an update as a compilation #but please enjoy regardless

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turkisherlockian · 3 years

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Books and Sins | Chapter Two [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Hello everyone! I'm Cer but you might remember me as @rosamundhr a.k.a. Rosamund, it was my nickname but I've changed my mind and I will use my own name Ceren, now. (Cer for short hehehe) Unfortunately I lost access to @rosamundhr so I will keep posting my stories here! I hope you enjoy it and I apologise for making you all wait for so long! Love you all, stay safe. 😸❤️

Summary: Katherine is a fan of Timothy Carlton, the writer who she knows nothing about. No photos, no interviews, no information, not even his age. And one day, a man comes into her life who claims to be her classmate from high school. But through the time, she has a gut feeling something is... Wrong.

Warnings: Mature content, self harm, violence, swearing.

Word count: 1855

Feedbacks are much appreciated and so motivating!

Chapter One

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Katherine woke up with a weird feeling inside her chest. She was mad at herself for being like this: She could like someone so easily and fall in love with them soon after. It was not her fault though, he was really charming. Too good looking to like her back. However, she tried to convince herself that she just liked him and was attracted to him because he was a writer and well... Handsome as fuck. Not to mention his gentlemanly behaviour. Taking a deep breath, she reached out for her phone to tell her best friend about it. She didn't really have lots of friends and she never complained about it, she liked solitude.

She scolded herself for being that excited about the thought of seeing him again. He was the very first thing that was on her mind in the morning and she wanted to talk to him again. So badly.

K: Morning!

S: Morning to you too 🤣

You're texting me 'morning' since when?

K: Stop being sarcastic. Can't I be nice to my best friend?

S: Of course you can, I'm kidding. I just wondered what made you this cheerful... Or who, I should say.

K: You know who.

S: Oh do I?

K: Come on, Samantha! The man I met yesterday. I can't get him out of my mind, I don't know what happened to me but he's like... Cigarette.

S: You're smoking? Since when???

K: Of course I don't! It was just an example, idiot. Just can't get him out of my mind. What do I do?

S: Text him maybe?

You won't seem desperate, don't worry. I am sure he found you attractive as well and he might even be in love with you.

K: Okay, no need to exaggerate.

What do I say, good morning or hi?

S: It doesn't matter!

K: Okay, I'll text you later.

Are you sure I won't seem desperate?

S: JUST TEXT HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE!

K: OKAY I WILL!

S: Don't forget to tell me about it. I gotta go now, talk to you later. xxx

K: Bye! ❤️

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There was something different about him. Did she like him because he was attractive or because he was nice to her? She had to admit that he was attractive, but there was something else in his voice, in his looks, in the way he talked. She actually found him beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, she finally decided to text him.

K: Good morning. :)

Was he still asleep? Maybe he was at work. Wait, do writers go to work? Maybe he had another job. Maybe not. Maybe he just did not want to talk to her... Why wasn't he replying?!

She sighed in frustration as she took a big sip from her coffee and burned her tongue.

B: Morning, Katherine.

How are you? :)

He finally replied after 10 minutes. She bit her lip as her heart skipped a beat, and started typing.

K: I'm good! Getting ready to go to school.

K: I mean work.

God, I'm an idiot, she thought.

K: How about you?

B: Just got out of shower, that's why I replied late by the way. Sorry about that. :)

K: I was wondering if you would like to meet again sometime.

She grinned as she bit her lip, that's what she always did when she was nervous or excited.

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K: I would love that! When will you be free?

B:I'm always available for you.

Whenever you'd like. :)

She started squealing in excitement. What did he just say?!

K:I'm free in the afternoon.

B: Wonderful. How about the café we met?

K: Sounds good. Is 2PM okay for you?

B: Yes. I am looking forward to it, Katherine.

K: So am I. :)

I gotta go now, see you later. x

B: Have a good day. See you. x

She looked at her watch and she was 30 minutes late already. Without telling Samantha about it, she started to get ready in a hurry.

She was never late for work, so no one was upset with her being late.

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''...And my mum said I'm out of my mind!''

Katherine just could not get him out of her mind, and she hated it. She did listen to her counselee but couldn't pay any attention, and now she was crying. She gave her a tissue, ''I understand you, Jane, and I hope telling me about it made you feel better. I know how difficult it is for you, but I have a suggestion. When I was your age, I found a way to deal with my problems: being your own counselor.'' She smiled warmly.

''My own counselor? How?'' The young girl sniffled.

''I imagined that I was told about everything I am going through, and I had to find them a way out. Think of it as if you're reading your life in third person of view. I did it for years and I still do when I don't want to tell people about my feelings. Plus, I found out that it was scientifically proven in college, so it is safe and it actually works. How does that sound?''

She wiped her tears, ''I can try...''

''So tell me, what would you say to yourself if you were someone else?''

''I think I would say that maybe..." She sniffled, "Maybe her mother wasn't feeling good as well.''

Katherine smiled, ''That's it! You are right. We all have problems that we don't want to tell the others and sometimes we might burn out on people we care about the most without being aware of it. You can ask your mother if she is feeling alright, it doesn't matter whether you are still upset with her or not; maybe you can help her as well just like you just helped yourself. That was very brave of you, in my opinion.'' She smiled wholeheartedly.

The girl who was just crying smiled and said ''Thank you very much, Miss Daelan. It's going to be the first thing I'm gonna do when I'm home.''

''You're welcome. Feel free to talk to me anytime.'' She got up to open the door for her and then left the room as well before checking her phone.

3 new messages from Samantha

S: Hey! Send screenshots!!!

Are you there?

Kath!

K: I'm sorryyyy I was late to work already and then forgot to text you.

Here you go:

*screenshots*

S: I told you that he liked you as well, he is flirting with you!

K: No he's not!

S: He adores you!

K: You are really exaggerating.

''Miss Daelan, do you have a minute?'' Katherine looked up at the principle, "Yes, Mr Brealey."

K: The principle wants to talk to me, I'll ttyl xxx

S: What did he say?

The old man opened his room's door for Katherine, she smiled and walked inside. He gestured her to sit down, "Please, have a seat." he said and closed the door. After sitting down, he cleared his throat and said "Miss Daelan, I... Erm..."

He loosened his tie, couldn't dare to look at Katherine. His cheeks were red and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. The young woman frowned a little, listening to him in curiosity. "I've known you since the day you started working here and... I must say that you are the most intelligent, kind, beautiful woman I have ever seen... I can't take my eyes off you because you're an amazing woman and I... I love you."

Katherine was shocked, didn't know what to say at first. She did not feel honored at all, she was disgusted. "Excuse me? I thought you were married!"

"Yes but I don't love my wife, I'm going to divorce her soon; you must understand Miss Daelan, I love you! Please give me a chance..." And now she felt her blood boil in her veins.

"I am sorry but it's never gonna happen. I suggest you to divorce your wife as soon as possible to keep her away from an asshole like you." Katherine stood up angrily and walked towards the door, "But Miss D--" and she shut the door.

K: FUCKING HELL!

He said he loves me!

He's fucking married, Samantha!

*seen*

Are you there?

*seen*

K: I guess you are busy

I'm going home to get ready, talk to you later xxx

S: Sorry, I had to deal with a costumer

What a prick!!!

How dare he?

I want to kill him.

K: Violence is never the answer but yeah, I pity on his wife to be honest. He even has children.

ANYWAY

WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?

S: Whatever you're comfortable with. :)

K: How about a dress?

The one I wore when we last met?

S: You look so hot in it 🔥

Wear that one!

K: It covers all of my body, it's kinda tight and there's NO WAY I can look hot in it. I don't want to look pretentious anyway.

S: Anything you wear looks good on you, love!

K: Gay. 🤭

S: Shut up. Wear it!

K: LOL sorry!

I gotta go nowww

S: Tell me all about it when you're home, IF you go back home ;) Good luck!

K: I WILL and thanks! ❤️

The young woman sighed as she tried to find her keys. She was still mad at the principal and it was frustrating her.

After a short shower, she dried her hair with a towel and let her curls down on her shoulders. She wore the dress and looked in the mirror, It actually looks good, she thought. After applying some makeup and wearing her favourite her perfume, she was ready. She didn't like to wait and hated making the others wait for her as well, so she left her flat at 1:30PM. It took her 15 minutes to get to the café and she realized that she wasn't the only one who was punctual.

"Hi..." She said as she walked towards the man she couldn't get out of her mind. He was wearing a brown jumper with beige trousers and she breathed his masculine, minty cologne in. Her heart was beating faster already.

"Oh, hi, Katherine!" He stood up and for one second she didn't know what to do. Should she shake his hand or kiss his cheek? Or hug him? The young man leaned down and kissed her cheek before hugging her, she was shaking inside.

He felt her body close to his. He felt her delicate, pale skin; and her linden scent made him feel dizzy. Her arms hugged his chest and he felt her plump, beautiful breasts. He watched her dress tighten around her curves as she moved.

She was so beautiful and he could barely keep his hands to himself. He could kiss and take her right there, but didn't. He had to control himself until she submitted to him, which wasn't going to take long because it was in her blood. Submitting, obeying, and being his. He just knew it, and he was going to take what belonged to him. Katherine, belonged to him.

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Chapter Three

Please let me know what you think! ❤️

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violetwolfraven · 3 years

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Peace and Joy

@spot-king-of-brooklyn I’m your secret Santa! @newsies-secretsanta

You said your favorite ships are sprace and/or javid and you’re good with pretty much anything so I’m gonna write two separate vaguely holiday-related oneshots in the reincarnation AU. Don’t worry though nothing heavy, just fluff. No COVID because I’ve had enough of that dude and I say so. Enjoy! Happy Holidays!

Tw: referenced past period-typical homophobia.

...

Spot couldn’t remember being this happy... ever. Not in the early 1900s or in the early 2000s.

Well, the closest he could think of was 1902, when he and Race moved on from being newsies and from being leaders of their respective boroughs and rented that old apartment in Brooklyn together. But that had been muted by the need to be careful. They couldn’t be normal young people in love because they always had to hide.

And that was fine at the time because it was expected. It was them doing whatever it took to be together not knowing they’d ever get the chance to do it another way.

Now, in the bright, beautiful, forward-thinking 21st century, they could be safe. They could be in love without fear of the consequences. They could go out Christmas shopping together, and Spot didn’t know if that counted as a date, but it kind of felt like one as he watched his boyfriend bop a little to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You as he looked around.

He ended up having to look away before he started blushing too hard. Even if he wasn’t the King of Brooklyn this time, he still had a bit of a reputation as a stone cold badass. For all he knew, one or more of their more mischievous friends could be spying on them right now. And besides, this thrift store probably had stuff he could get the few Brooklyn kids who’d come back, too.

He was still deciding if Hotshot would think it was funny if he got him a tank top that said ‘hot stuff’ on it. The others would find it funny, but Spot honestly wasn’t sure if it would make his former second uncomfortable.

“Hey, Spottie, ya think my little brother would like this?”

Spot turned back to see Race holding up a bright purple worm on a string, but a giant version of one. One that was big enough to be a scarf.

“Knowin’ your family,” he admitted, “I think any of ‘em would be happy to get one of those.”

It was true. Honestly, the most sensible Larkin brother was the second-oldest, Crutchie, but Spot could still see him proudly wearing a worm-on-a-string-scarf to school after winter break ended.

Besides him, Medda, Race’s mom, tended to embrace whatever unique fashion choice she could find. And Jack, of course, didn’t let being the oldest of four stop him from being a theatrical little shit who liked drawing attention to himself.

And Romeo was somehow even more eccentric than Race, so he would definitely like that thing.

Race grinned, “I’m gonna get Ro a worm scarf for Christmas.”

“Your family is ridiculous.”

“Thank you. So, what’re ya gettin’ for Denton?”

Oh, shit. Spot had completely forgotten about getting anything for Denton.

He really should get something for him. After all, the teacher hadn’t even known Spot when Jack asked if he could stay with him. All he’d needed to know was that Spot needed a place to hide from his terrible parents and couldn’t stay with the Larkins, mostly because Medda had a strict rule about her boys’ partners sleeping over unless it was absolutely necessary. (it was also because Spot couldn’t think of anyone he’d want to live with less than Jack Kelly, but Denton didn’t really need to know that, did he?)

So far, Spot’s parents hadn’t shown any signs of missing him, and Spot couldn’t decide if that hurt or not, but it barely mattered anymore.

Because Denton didn’t really have any rules beyond ‘do your homework’, ‘take a shower occassionally’, and ‘if you leave the house, let me know where you’re going.’ He helped Spot pick out a Halloween costume, let him spend Thanksgiving with Race, and gave him money for Christmas shopping. He was fine with Spot being gay and having a boyfriend, even if there was an added rule with that of ‘you can’t have the door closed if you’re alone in your room with Race.’

He gave Spot space, but also made it clear that he could come to him for anything he needed help with. He never hit him, never pushed when Spot wanted to be alone, never even raised his voice unless they were in an already-loud room and he needed to get his attention.

In short, in only a few months, he’d become the best adult Spot had ever had in his life. He wasn’t his father, but he was closest thing Spot had ever gotten to a dad.

The Denton they’d known in their last life had been kind of like that, too. He’d helped as best he could whenever one of the newsies got into trouble, always being there for anyone who needed him since Kath first introduced her new reporter friend to her newsie friends. Of course, Spot hadn’t been living with Denton then, so he’d never really thought about it.

“What do you even get a middle-aged man for Christmas?”

Race shrugged, “Power tools?”

The idea of getting Denton power tools was so ridiculous that they both laughed.

“Uh... he’s a writer,” Race pointed out, “So... fancy pens?”

“Fancy pens? We’re at a thrift store, Racer.”

“Well we don’t gotta stay here forever. There’s a Barnes and Noble across the street.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, but Spot wasn’t sure about the whole ‘fancy pen’ thing. It seemed a little generic.

“Yooooo! Spot, check this out for Jack!”

He was holding up a bright blue sketchbook that said ‘Sketchy Bitch’ on the cover.

“Oh yeah, ya definitely have to get that for Cowboy.”

Spotting (no pun intended) something else on the shelf behind him, Spot grinned.

He had the perfect thing to get for the man who’d taken him in.

...

“This is gonna be so fuckin’ awesome.”

Davey snorted, “You’re way too excited ‘bout this, Jackie.”

He loved his boyfriend, but he had a tendency to get overenthusiastic about things.

Well, he loved that about Jack, too. And he loved being able to call him his boyfriend, now. That they didn’t need to hide this time.

He and Sarah had both been a little worried about their parents’ reaction, but it had turned out to be for nothing. They’d each gotten a t-shirt with their respective pride flag for the first night of Hanukkah, and Jack and Kath were always welcome to come over as long as at least one parent was home.

Davey loved Jack just as much in this lifetime as he had in his first, but it was different, not having to hide it. It was good different, but definitely different. Being able to be who they were and be in love and knowing that it was generally frowned upon to be homophobic now, at least where they lived.

And being able to do random shit that was romantic and fun as hell, but not something would even occur to most people to do.

After a sleepy conversation once Crutchie, Race, and Romeo had fallen asleep watching White Christmas (which Davey appreciated for the choreography in the dance numbers) one time about how there weren’t really any Hanukkah movies, Jack had collaborated with Kath to write a lesbian Hanukkah musical romcom to post to YouTube.

Objectively, it wasn’t that great. It was good for a movie made by a bunch of high school juniors, but they couldn’t afford good cameras or microphones or anything. Plus, it was appealing to a very niche audience, so Davey doubted this movie would get more than twenty views.

Still, it meant a lot that Jack was so excited about it, that he was working so hard on props and editing in the lighting and music for it so Kath and Saz could play Jewish lesbians fake-dating at a holiday party who fall in love. It was cute.

“It ain’t gonna win any awards,” Jack admitted, “But I think we’s got somethin’ good here!”

“We do,” Davey agreed.

Was he actually talking about the romcom starring his sister and her girlfriend? Partially. It was a pretty good movie for something produced by teenagers.

But they had something good there that wasn’t on the screen of Jack’s laptop, too.

Jack seemed to share those thoughts, with the way he was smiling.

“What’s with the look, mi amor?”

Davey rolled his eyes as the other boy put his arm around his waist.

“Like you don’t know, love,” he chuckled, “Remember the last time we did somethin’ like this? And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you.’”

“Shh,” Jack shook his head, “Nope. We don’t talk about the latkes incident.”

“You mean when you almost burned down our tiny little kitchen trying to—“

“We don’t talk about it!”

Davey laughed. It was funny, how Jack couldn’t, in any lifetime, cook anything more complicated than like... chili or stew. While he could make something edible, he couldn’t make anything that was really considered good.

“Davey, love, luz de mi vida, it was literally over a hundred years ago, so stop. Bringin’. Up. The. Latkes. Incident!”

He punctuated the sentence by hitting Davey with one of his mom’s throw pillows.

“Okay, Jackie, I get it! Stop hitting me!”

“Fine,” Jack grinned, “I ain’t almost burned down a kitchen in over a century, babe. I thinks that’s a good record to have.”

“Most people never almost burn down a kitchen,” Davey pointed out, “I know I—wait, did you just call me ‘babe’?”

Jack was definitely not meeting his eyes to try to hide how he was blushing, “Uh... is that okay?”

Davey smirked. Jack didn’t get flustered that often, but it was adorable when he did.

And even if he had almost burned down their apartment, it had been cute back then, how he’d tried so hard to try to do something nice for Davey for the holiday season. It was cute now, too.

That was one thing that hadn’t changed through the decades, he guessed.

“It’s definitely okay, babe.”

...

“Spot, is this a... ‘Best Dad In The World’ mug?”

“...if you cry, I’m outta here.”

#newsies #newsies secret santa #btw i’m sorry i wrote in a nod to wormsies #i couldn’t help it #sprace #javid #javey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #davey jacobs #reincarnation au #fluff #violet’s writing

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friendliest-place-on-earth · 7 years

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Homecoming (Sprace)

Mod Ind here oh would you look at that, a oneshot! Please enjoy!

You can also read it on AO3 here

“Look at them.” Race nudged Spot on the shoulder in the direction of their friends Jack and Davey, who were talking very close.

“I bet they’ll get together before homecoming.” Race declared. It was September, with homecoming only a month away, everyone was either getting asked or wished they were.

“Nah, they’re getting together after homecoming.” Spot countered. Davey seemed to get pretty jumpy whenever Jack showed up recently, so he figured it would take some time for him to actually admit his feelings.

“You wanna put your money where you mouth is?” Race wiggled his eyebrows, unable to resist a good gamble.

“I wanna put your mouth where my mouth is.”

“Real smooth, Spotty.” Spot playfully slugged Race in the arm.

“Twenty bucks says they get together before homecoming.” Race gambled.

“Boooring.” Spot groaned.

“Fine, how about…” An evil grin replaced a thoughtful look on Race’s face.

“Whoever loses the bet has to wear a dress to homecoming!” Race giggled. Spot didn’t necessarily want to do that, but he couldn’t back down from a challenge either. They shook hands and the bell rang soon after that, and it was time to head to class.

The two boys waited a full week, watching over Jack and Davey very carefully so they didn’t miss a thing. They were walking to lunch, which they thankfully had with all of their other friends.

“Anyone seen Jack?” Race asked. Jack was usually the first one at the table because he didn’t go through the lunch line since Medda packed his lunches. Murmurs spread throughout the table in various forms of “no”.

“What the hell…” Spot noticed Jack was walking down the stairs that led to the lunch room with a few small flowers in his hand. He quickly strode to the edge of the table where Davey sat, and presented him with said flowers.

“David Jacobs, would you do me the honor of being my date for homecoming?” he plastered a cheesy smile on his face, but it was easy to see the nervousness breaking through.

“Oh my goodness, you’re so extra.” Davey laughed, hiding his face behind his hand.

“Of course I’ll go to homecoming with you.” he stood up and the entire table cheered. Jack excitedly wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist and pulled him in for a hug. They definitely would’ve kissed, but there were a lot of teachers around ready for enforce the strict “no PDA policy”. They sat down across from one another and began an animated conversation about what they would wear to the dance.

“So, what color dress are you wearin’?” Race asked, leaning into Spot and looking up at him with a teasing grin.

“It’ll be red, you asshole.” he glared. A little ball of worry settled itself into Spot’s stomach, but he’d already made his peace with the bet.

“I bet you’ll look gorgeous.” Race pressed a quick kiss to Spot’s cheek.

“Ah whatever, you’re just excited to see your boyfriend in a dress.” Spot laughed.

“You betcha.” Race winked. Spot punched Race in the arm and then leaned into his side.

“Hey Spot!” someone called. He turned around and noticed a mop of rusty red curls bouncing towards him. It was the end of the day and frankly, Spot was ready to head home and take a nap.

“Hey Katherine.” he said, walking next to her. They were quickly joined by Katherine’s girlfriend, Sarah.

“So, we’re going dress shopping later today for homecoming. Do you want to come with us?” She asked, surprisingly without a hint of sarcasm.

“How’d you-”

“Race told us.” Sarah answered. Of course he did. Spot thought, shaking his head.

“Sure, why not.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at five and then we could get something to eat afterwards?” Katherine proposed. Spot nodded his head and quickly shuffled his way onto the bus outside and shoved his earbuds in his ears and tuned everyone else out.

[Kath] Get ready nerd, I’ll be there in five mins

[You] Fine

“I’m leavin’ ma! I’m having dinner with some friends!” Spot called into the the depths of his small house.

“Alright, be safe!” she replied just as loudly. Spot sat on his front porch as he waited for Katherine and Sarah to pull into his driveway. Soon enough, a small minivan that must belong to Kath’s father honked its horn, making Spot jump five feet in the air.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” Katherine hollered out the window. Spot heard Sarah’s laughter from outside the car as he approached it.

“Okay Spot, have you ever bought a dress before?” Katherine asked as she pulled out of his driveway.

“Nope.”

“That’s fine, we’ll let you know what to look for.” she replied.

“Well what color are you thinking of?” Sarah asked.

“How about red?” Spot offered. Sarah turned around in her seat so she could look the brooklyn boy up and down.

“I agree with that.” she finally said with a swift nod of her head.

“So we’re going to be looking for a dress that doesn’t go past the knees, short dresses are for homecoming, long ones are for prom.” Katherine stated matter-of-factly.

“Why’s that?” Spot asked. He didn’t realize there were actually rules for dances.

“It’s just the way it is, no one knows why, we just don’t argue.” Sarah told him. They sat in silence for the rest of the car ride while they thought about what dresses they would be getting.

“I’m thinking about getting a blue one with a flowey bottom…” Sarah said wistfully.

“I”m gonna go with something purple, it’s dramatic enough without the effort.” Katherine chimed in.

“Spot, we’re going to have to get you some shoes too.” Spot groaned loudly, he knew very little about dresses, but he knew the dangers of high heels from all the times his friends complained about having to wear them.

“Don’t worry you big baby! We’ll find ones with a little bit of heel but enough to show off your legs.” Katherine reassured him. How can shoes show off my legs…? Spot wondered, not wanting to ask.

“Alright we’re here!” Katherine exclaimed, pulling into the mall parking lot. Since they’d gone shopping quite a while before the dance, it was less crowded. They piled out of the car and headed towards one of the dress shops that Spot had heard of but never actually visited.

“Okay Spot, I’m going to help you find a dress and Sarah will find you some shoes afterwards.” Katherine’s girlfriend left the two of them alone to find a dress of her own.

“Since you’re so small, it might be a little trickier to find a dress that fits but we’ll make it work.” said Katherine, looking through the many dresses in his size. After pointing out many beautiful looking outfits and getting rejected, she finally came upon a red dress with no sleeves.

“I like this one.” Spot took it into his hands and dashed into the changing room, eager to this whole thing over with. He pulled it over his head and put his arms in through the two hole at the top. With the dress finally on, Spot stepped back to admire his reflection, and he didn’t look half bad so he thought. The top section sparkled with a bunch of little gems over a soft white fabric. The dress with soft at the bottom, like a flowing red sea as it swished around his knees. It went in a little bit at the waist and Spot turned around to look at his own ass and was satisfied with what he saw. All in all, this dress wasn’t too bad.

“Alright Katherine…” Spot mumbled as he unlocked the door of the changing room.

“I wanna see! I wanna see!” she eagerly chanted. He cautiously stepped out to wear she was sitting.

“Oh my goodness, it’s perfect!” Katherine gasped. She pulled out her phone and Sarah quickly appeared by her side.

“Spot!” she squealed.

“Give us a twirl!” Sarah moved her hand in a circular motion and Spot did as he was told. He spun in a slow circle and the bottom lifted up gracefully and billowed in the air.

“Do you like it?” Sarah asked.

“I mean…” he was for once, shy about this.

“You can say no if you don’t like it.” she reassured him.

“No I just…”

“It’s okay to say you like it too.” Katherine pointed out.

“Yeah it looks fantastic on you, it’s not weird to appreciate that. Besides, dresses are for everyone!” Sarah said.

“I guess I kind of like it…” Spot gripped the fabric of the skirt.

“Kind of? If you don’t like it we can look for a different one.”

“No, I like this one.” Spot grumbled

“Wonderful, now it’s time for shoes!” Sarah exclaimed, dragging Spot by the arm.

“I still have this on!”

“I’ll get your stuff Spot!” Katherine called as he was being dragged away.

“Okay so I saw these as I was picking out something…” she searched for a moment in the pile of footwear and returned with a pair of cream colored shoes with a tiny heel. Surprisingly, they were the right size, and Spot slid the shoes on and went to look at himself in the mirror.

“If you look at your calves you’ll see that the elevation makes them look more toned.” Sarah explained. He stepped in and out of the shoes and noticed that she was right, he calves looked pretty good.

“Alright now that we’ve got you taken care of, you can just wait for Kath and I to try stuff on.” she smiled, gesturing over to the benches. Katherine returned with Spot’s clothes and he got changed while he waited for the inevitable fashion show. They had agreed to show Spot the dresses one at a time so they would still be surprised at the dance. Sarah stepped out first in a pale blue dress with a lace collar and a space cut out right in the middle of it.

“So, how does it look?” she asked excitedly. She did a few turns as the bottom of the dress swished like Spot’s did.

“I think it looks great.” Spot declared. If it had come from anyone other than Spot, she would’ve doubted the sincerity.

“How about the shoes?” She pointed to her feet, showing off the sparkly heels that made her look a great deal taller.

“Looks great with the dress.” Sarah nodded quickly and walked back into the dressing room, obviously satisfied with her choices.

“Alright, Katherine you can come out now!” Spot hollered.

“You know damn well I came out two years ago.” a loud laugh from Sarah was heard as her girlfriend emerged in a deep purple outfit. She did a little twirl which revealed that the back of her dress was cut out and it looked very elegant. It wasn’t quite as sparkly as the others, but it looked very silky and soft.

“Fantastic Katherine.” Spot commented.

“Alright, now we have two options for shoes.” she walked around in a pair of black flats which looked fine, but didn’t do anything for the dress.

“Okay, now we have these…” Kath sat down and put on a pair of glittery silver shoes with an inch heel and strutted around in those.

“I like those much better. They look good on your… calves” Spot said, bullshitting his way through fashion.

“Are you sure?” Katherine asked, looking at herself in a mirror.

“Positive. Now, let’s buy all this shit so we can go eat.” he was pretty hungry and didn’t expect dress shopping to be this draining.

“Alright, alright. Just let me get changed.” Everyone was feeling good about the clothes they had bought, so they all went to the counter to buy them. Spot ended up spending almost all of the money he’d brought which he’d been saving up for a while.

“Beauty is pain, Spot.” Sarah huffed as she paid for her things. They finally left the store and went to the nearest restaurant, which happened to be a fast food place.

“Three orders of large fries please!” Katherine began.

Almost a month had passed since the Spot, Katherine, and Sarah had gone shopping and it was finally time for the homecoming dance. Everyone was either driving or being driven by their date, and Race really wanted to drive for some reason. Spot’s mom had been informed of her son’s style choices for that evening and also why this was happening, so she wouldn’t be shocked later that evening.

“You look wonderful, Sean.” she beamed, smoothing the dress over his shoulders.

“Thanks ma.” the doorbell rang and Spot’s mom quickly left his room to go answer it.

“Anthony, nice to see you! Don’t you look handsome!” Spot heard from upstairs. The parents, of course, didn’t use the boys’ nicknames.

“Thank you so much Ms. Conlon!”

“You can wait right here, Sean will be down in just a moment.” Spot’s mom said cheerfully, leaving the room to make herself busy elsewhere. Spot quickly put on his shoes and ran through the hallway, but composed himself just before he began his descent down the stairs. It truly was like a scene out of a movie, he slowly climbed down the stairs with his dress swaying behind him and he did not trip once. Spot turned to look out over the banister and saw Race’s face beaming back at him.

“Spot you look amazing!” he exclaimed, covering his face with his hands in an attempt to hide his blush.

“Ah you’re just sayin’ that.” Spot replied bashfully, making his way to his boyfriend.

“I am not! Look at you!” Race was able to admire Spot’s full image as the stepped off the stairs.

“You don’t look too bad yourself you know.” Spot laughed, kissing Race hello. He was wearing a black suit with a red bowtie to match Spot’s dress. Race couldn’t stop staring at his gorgeous boyfriend because holy shit, Spot’s in a dress and he looks fantastic.

“Okay you too, let’s get some pictures!” Spot mom exclaimed, joining them in the hallway. She pulled out the camera she only used for special occasions and brought the couple out onto the lawn. They posed awkwardly, as expected but everyone was just happy to be there.

“You both look so cute together! Smile!” she snapped a few pictures before she finally put the camera away and went to kiss her son goodbye.

“Have fun, be safe!” she told them as they hopped into Race’s car.

“We will, ma!” Spot hollered out the passenger seat window. Race turned the car on and pulled out of the driveway, ready for the dance. They rolled up the windows and Race immediately started playing Shape of You by Ed Sheeran. They of course lip synched all the way to the school, which wasn’t very far from Spot’s house.

“Wait here!” Race exclaimed as they pulled into a parking spot. He quickly ran around the front of his car and opened Spot’s door for him.

“Your evening awaits.” he said cordially, taking his boyfriend’s hand as he stepped out of the car.

“You’re such an idiot.” Spot laughed. Race pretended to look offended and pressed a kiss to Spot’s cheek. They held hands all the way to the cafeteria, which had been cleared out so they could have a bigger space for the dance. They were the first of their friends to arrive, so they waited by the edge of the crowd for them to arrive.

“When are they gonna do some slow songs?” Race whined, looking out into the crowd of people dancing to something by Taylor Swift.

“Be patient will ya?” Jack and Davey along with Katherine and Sarah walked in through the front doors of the school building.

“Hey everybody!” Race said cheerfully. They were soon joined by Romeo, Specs, Crutchie, and Finch. Once everybody had arrived it was socially acceptable to start dancing.Specs dragged Romeo out onto the dance floor but everyone else decided to save their energy for later.

“So, how was dress shopping?” Jack asked, smirking at Spot.

“It was wonderful, thank you very much.” Spot swished his skirt instead of crossing his arms.

“I think Spot looks amazing.” Race added. The entire time Spot had been standing Race was almost exclusively staring at him and most likely his ass.

“No one said he didn’t.” Davey said.

“I know, I just thought it was something I should say.” Spot kissed Race quickly.

“You’re too kind.” he smiled. A slow song finally started playing so all the couple paired off and dragged their significant other out onto the dance floor. Crutchie preferred not to dance at this time, so him and Finch sat together for an intimate talking session. Race and Spot placed one hand behind the other’s back and held each other’s hand.

“You do look amazing you know.” Race whispered.

“So I’ve been told.” Spot smirked.

“No I mean, holy shit, I knew you would look good but it’s just wow.” Race stared on in disbelief.

“You’re the best you know that?” Spot blushed furiously, he wasn’t used to constant compliments like these.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Maybe I should wear a dress more often then, huh?” the shorter boy smirked.

“Hell yes.” Race spun Spot slowly in the middle of the dance floor and his dress swirled effortlessly. No matter what anyone else could’ve said, Race would always believe Spot was the most gorgeous person in all the world.

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