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sergeantnarwhalwrites · 5 months

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Julie and Saz Mush

I was gonna draw it. But I'm so fucking tired and I need to get it out of my head so bad. So take our stud beauty Saz be complimented by Julie. And down below is the song I was using as motivation.

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Saz felt like curling in on herself. She was tired. Joints that she didn't think could hurt, cussed at her. If she focused hard enough she swore a bone might just break. She morphed. She did what she was supposed to. But she was scolded regardless.

The elder morphers held the threat over her with no hesitation.

"If you're gonna blow your cover drag yourself down. Not the other soldiers." They'd hiss, so harsh spit sprayed.

"We can't afford to lose good soldiers. We can't lose what we've gained." They'd add, clawed fingers jabbing at Saz.

Elliot hadn't been there to talk them down. Or to dampen the blows of words sharpened twice. He had his own mission. And the morphers had seemed to be separating the two of them more often. Tactical moves on their part. Grating on Saz's part.

Julie though. She slid into the conversation seamlessly. Resting a surprisingly unslimy hand on the bear morpher's shoulder. Maybe to apologize for their bluntness. Maybe in attempt to soothe the rattled bear. Who's eyes had to be squeezed shut by now. Refusing to stare them down as she was reprimanded for breaking cover again.

For being the big scary target instead of the monster of stealth the elder morphers needed her to be.

Saz felt the tears well in her eyes. Refusing to let them fall. Not in front of the elder morphers. They wouldn't understand that they weren't tears of fear or anger. Maybe frustration. But those tears were for the hagfish morpher. Standing unbothered in front of the bear morpher that could peer above her head.

A soft grunt slipped past her lips. Acknowledging Julie, who had decided to sit beside her.

"Drop the gruff. That's for the missions and we're not there anymore." Julie commented unfazed, upping the volume of her music.

She rolled her eyes a bit, having been caught. She scratched at her scruff. Refusing to look at the other morpher just yet.

"Thanks for having my back." Saz spoke up, clearing her throat.

Julie smiled beside her, "Always." She hummed to herself for a minute, Saz knew it was her favorite part of the song, "Thanks for having mine during the mission."

There it was. Saz could feel the tears again. She breathed out slow and let a few slip down her face. She laughed low and soft, relieved.

"I'm going to be looking for you the next time I get in trouble." Saz said finally looking over at Julie.

She instantly looked up, away from Julie's gaze that had already been focused on her. Saz slowly got herself to look back down at the morpher. Who was actually soaked in slime. Saz bit back a snicker at the way it hung from every surface Julie had rubbed it against. It had become a fairly normal sight for Saz.

Yet the bear morpher still asked "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

Julie shook her head, dragging a hand down her pants leg, "Nervous."

Saz silently nodded. And was overcome with the idea of leaving. Letting Julie recover. She could still intimidate Julie after this time. She didn't want to push her luck.

"You're fucking pretty." Julie laughed a little placing a braid behind her ear, "So sometimes I'm just nervous around you."

Saz couldn't help but to laugh. Practically beaming. She'd been worried about intimidating the morpher. Forgetting they'd been surrounded by far worse. Though it would never stop Saz from asking. She couldn't recall the last time someone called her pretty. She softly tugged at the hairs on her chin. Toothy grin rising at the compliment. She bit her own tongue not yet wanting to out she thought the same of Julie.

"Really?"

Julie laughed harder now. It melded with her music. Making it's own chorus as it ebbed to the next song.

"Definitely. You've never been complimented in one of those human cities?"

Saz couldn't stop smiling, "Never pretty. Usually 'you're so strong' or I got handsome once or twice. That one was actually really sweet." She laughed a little remembering it had been her adoptive parents that referred to her like that, "The human cities are a shitty place when you're hiding."

Julie reached out, locking pinkies with Saz. "Well I mean it. You're really really pretty. And if you sneak back and decide to stay. You gotta bring me."

Saz snorted at that, "You'd be miserable. You're so comfortable here. And it's nice not having to hide my identity all the time for sure."

Julie chuckled, "But who else will tell you you're pretty? You better not say Elliot."

Saz rested her head against Julie's, "I'd rather tough it out here. Make things right for other morphers. Everything I need's here now."

Saz peered off into the distance. Grinning again at the thought.

'Julie thinks I'm pretty.'

#writeblr #random writes #something cute #I guess a little angsty to start lol it's alright #compliment the masc/studs/butches in your life

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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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rivertellsstories · 5 years

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Katherine/Davey “I’m pregnant.”

Hello there, sorry it took so long! This fic starts kind of crack-y but I swear that it’ll get sweet later on. I’m not gonna lie, I found this a bit hard to write, since pregnancy is not on my mind. Anyway, this thing has a wordcount of 1361

David’s birthday is coming up and Katherine is the absolute best girlfriend ever, if she may say so herself. She’s also filthy rich and more than willing to spend a more than generous amount of money on books she knows he’ll love. The problem is, that she’s never learned how to wrap gifts. To her, it’s a mystical occurrence that can only be conducted by the highest of mankind. Or you know, Sarah Jacobs, her best friend and saviour in trying times. Because her father has a nonsensical ‘no visitors’ rule in their house, she takes the stack of books with her to school to wrap them there.

This leads her to the current situation, where her boyfriend is politely knocking on the door of the newspaper club’s office and her panicking about the books on the table in front of her. “One moment!” she calls out. In a panicked daze, she looks around the office, looking for a box or another large container. When she doesn’t immediately find one of those, she takes her teacher’s jacket off the hook, ties the books around her waist with a belt and puts the jacket over it. “Yeah, come in.”

David’s head peaks around the corner and he frowns in confusion. “What are you doing Kath?” She looks down on the bulging jacket, gets a sudden bout of inspiration and sighs dramatically. “I’m pregnant, dearest”, she whispers, fluttering her eyelashes dramatically and David’s confusion doesn’t disappear, but he comes over to her, presses a kiss on her head and laughs. “I’m sure you’ll be an amazing mother, all though I doubt that it’ll survive the solid phase of it’s life, since you can’t cook at all.”

“That’s where you come in, love”, she whispers and kisses him softly. For a moment, they stand there kissing each other and when Katherine turns a bit more, to press closer to her boyfriend, her book-belly hits him and she gets reminded of the situation she’s currently in. “I have to go”, she announces, clutching the concealed bundle of books. “I’ve got an uhhhh, doctor’s appointment”, she lies and swiftly leaves the room.

She runs through the school, trying to find Sarah, but bumps into Race instead. “Racer, good”, she says as she pulls the confused boy into the nearest classroom. As she starts taking the jacket of, Race covers his eyes and gasps dramatically. “Katherine, have you never heard of chastity?” Rolling her eyes, Katherine puts the stack of books on a nearby desk. “Help me hide these, please.”

“Katherine, you’ve got a locker to put that shit in. Is snorting book pages making you forget logic again?” Katherine ignores the jab for now, deciding to verbally stomp him into the ground later on. Now, she opens the door again to get to her locker, but she spots David in the hallway and curses. It makes Race look up and he gives her a questioning gaze. “What’s up Kath?”

“These are for David’s birthday and he can’t know about them, but he keeps showing up! I stuffed them under the jacket and told him I was pregnant.”

“I now understand why we call you the smartest person in our group, I really do”, Race deadpans and Katherine glares at him. “Okay here is the plan”, Race announces and takes the books and the jacket from Katherine. “I stole your baby. You should alarm the father.” With that, Racetrack runs off.

David looks up at the sprinting Race, but then Katherine beelines for her boyfriend. “David! Race stole the baby!” she pants as she tries to block his view and gain his attention. It works, as David scrunches his nose in confusion. “What?” he brings out and Katherine, who has seen Race disappear behind the corner shrugs. “Never mind, our baby will lead a good life, far away from the difficulties the two of us face on a daily basis. Our child is safe now.”

“O-okay?” David stammers in confusion and then the bell rings and she and her boyfriend part ways. David, the dutiful soul returns to his classroom, while Katherine runs off to meet his sister.

She meets Sarah and Racer in the club office and two other teens help her with wrapping the presents. “Hell yeah babyyyy”, Katherine exclaims when they are done and looks at the impenetrable bundle of scotch tape, that previously had been a stack of books. “I think this’ll do the job, thanks Saz, Racer.” She gives the two of them a blinding smile and winks at Sarah. “Now I can wrap your presents just as nicely when I get home.”

David has been summoned to the principal’s office and he has no clue as to why. Today has been weird enough already and he really does not need Joseph Pulitzer on top of it, no thank you. Dragging his feet, he enters the office after Hannah told him he could proceed. Awkwardly, he takes a seat in front of Pulitzer and waits for the man to turn around.

The man does exactly that, in a sudden and abrupt manner. “Is it true?” he asks, mouth a rigid line and his whole posture stiff. “You might want to be a bit more specific sir”, David states, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. “About you and my daughter”, the man interrupts briskly and David blanches. He isn’t exactly prepared to tell his girlfriend’s father about their relationship, but the man would know sooner or later, right? “Yes sir”, he answers and before he can elaborate, Pulitzer explodes.

“What the fuck were you thinking, getting my daughter pregnant?” he yells and David tunes him out at that point. Ah, so this is how is life is going to be from now on. He will be known as teenage dad David, because his father’s girlfriends has never experienced humour in his life. An idea forms in his head and David knows that it’s a bad idea. A terrible one even. But Jack Kelly is his best friend and a terrible influence at that. “We’re buying a house next weekend. Thank you for sponsoring us, dear father in law”, he manages to say with a straight face and he nearly runs out of the room.

Eventually, all gets cleared up when Katherine decides to host David and Sarah’s birthday party, against her father’s wishes of 'no visitors in this house’. She gets a modest kiss from her boyfriend as a 'thank you’ and when she looks behind her, she can see her father glaring at him. Ah typical. Guess she should wait for a better kiss until she manages to get him somewhere alone.

Bonus:

They’ve been planning it for a while now, but Katherine can’t suppress her excitement and can barely wait for her husband to get home. There’s a thousand ways of telling him racing through her head, but as he enters their shared apartment, she can’t think of even one. “Good evening beautiful”, he whispers as he kisses her, softly, deeply and buries his nose in her hair. They stay like that for a while, pressed closely together, doing nothing but enjoying each other’s presence. Then David pulls back a little, kisses the tip of her nose and groans. “Who’s gonna make dinner tonight?”

She kisses his nose as well and his cheeks, eyelids, forehead. Everywhere she can reach, Katherine places tiny kisses on her husband’s face and he smiles in return. “You have to. It’d be a shame for me to cook in these hard and trying times”, she jokes with a twinkle in her eyes. Realisation dawns on his face, but she tells him nonetheless. “I’m pregnant.”

The kiss that follows, is a pure expression of desire. Their lips connect and reconnect countless times before David lets his forehead rest against hers. “Katherine, that’s wonderful”, he whispers and kisses her again.

Katherine thinks about the joy she’ll see on her friends’ faces when she tells them the news, about the bliss of searching names and clothes for their little one, about the delight choosing godparents for her child will bring and smiles. New doors are opening for her and her husband ans she’s sure that the experience is going to be wonderful.

#daverine #kavid #davey jacobs #katherine pulitzer #David jacobs #Katherine plumber #rivers stuff #request

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penzyroamin · 6 years

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11 with newsbians would make my crops flourish

youre a genius and i adore you so much. uhhh rated t for kath and davey swearing because some fools think that they wouldnt.

11: “May I have this dance?”

“Katherine Pulitzer, I did not scare up twenty dollars to ask you to prom so you could mope in a corner and not ask my sister to dance.”

Katherine pulled a face. “You literally just asked me when we were all hanging out in the museum.”

David shrugged. “I counted the price for parking and entrance.”

“Go be publicly indecent with your boyfriend,” she grumbled, and David grinned.

“I intend to. But first, you have to have your magical prom moment, or else I’ll wither and die like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

“Please tell me you haven’t been drinking.”

“You know Mama’d kill me. I’m just happy.” David sat down next to her. “Kath, come on. You and Saz chose colleges close to each other, you could end up being together if you just get over yourself and ask her.”

Katherine ran her fingers over the skirt of her dress. “Why’d you even ask me? Why not Jack?”

David poked her in the arm. “Because you wouldn’t have come if I didn’t. Without validation, we both shut down. Now ask her, so I can go take prom pictures with Jack.”

“You two are fucking disgusting.”

“Yeah. Now go ask her, it’s not like she’s hard to find.”

Sarah was, after all, one of the only girls who’d gone in a suit, and definitely the only one to go in a deep blue one. “But she’s too pretty…”

David rolled his eyes. “You’re wearing, what, a thousand dollars worth of dress? You look like an angel, go ask her to dance, for fuck’s sake.”

Katherine stood up slowly. “I do look good, don’t I?” David rolled his eyes.

“You’re saying that just so I’ll validate you.”

“Well, if this goes south, I need at least one Jacobs sibling to love me.”

He pushed her towards Sarah’s table, where she was laughing with her friends. When Katherine turned around to try and object, she saw that he had already seemingly vanished into thin air, somehow halfway across the room where Jack was seemingly trying to bribe Spot until David showed up next to him.

She took and deep breath in and out. This was Sarah. Sarah had been her friend since she was little. Sarah had taught her how to find out if a girl was gay. She could talk to Sarah.

She walked a little closer, and started to understand what Sarah was saying.

“So she sends me these two pictures, she’s in full makeup in both of them, and she’s like ‘Which do you like more?’ And all I can think is that oh my god, I’m so gay for her, she could run me over in a garbage truck and I would still be so gone, and also, I have no clue how makeup works. So I don’t know how to say what I like about it besides ‘marry me right now’!”

Rafaela laughed, her head on Jojo’s shoulder. “So you texted me.”

“So I texted Raf, and she’s like ‘why are you texting me at eleven at night?’ And obviously I have to go through the cycle of ‘So y’know Katherine? I’m super in love with her!’ So then I…” She trailed off as everyone went silent, Buttons desperately trying to hold back laughter. “She’s right behind me, isn’t she.”

Sarah turned around, and Katherine waved slowly. Sarah was silent for a few seconds, her mouth hanging open, and Katherine realized quickly that she would have to temporarily take on the role of Less Useless Lesbian.

She held out her hand, thanking Disney Channel for repeatedly showing her how one was supposed to ask a princess to dance.

“May I have this dance?”

Sarah gaped more until Hildy elbowed her sharply, and Sarah nodded quickly. “Yeah. Of course. Excellent. Swell. Coolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolcoolco–” Hildy elbowed her again, and Sarah took both the hint and Katherine’s hand.

Maybe David and Joey and Buttons and Crutchie and that Magic 8 Ball had been right. Maybe Katherine had missed out on her sappy high school romance, but maybe she could get a sappy college one.

#katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #david jacobs #newsbians #javid #penzy writes #anyways im a lesbian and girls in suits make me cry

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Plumber

I have noticed that there is a chronic shortage of newsbians in this fandom and also a shortage of appreciation for Katherine or Sarah in general, so here goes nothing with some newsbians angst that nobody asked for. Modern AU if that wasn’t obvious.

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Sarah Jacobs considered herself to be a pretty smart person. After all, not just everyone could pull off memorizing all her lines for the school play within the first week, all AP classes, and out-debate her twin brother (who happened to be a genius) on a daily basis.

Which was why it was so significant that she was going 15 mph over the speed limit just after midnight on fucking Halloween night.

Because Sarah was smart, and doing that was dumb, and normally, she would not be one to do dumb things.

All she really knew was that Jack had called Davey, told him to put him on speaker phone, and then said something in a 100% serious voice, which, for Jack Kelly, was rare. Jack nearly always joked around and smiled even if he didn’t actually feel like joking around or smiling, so if he wasn’t, that meant that something was bad. As in, ‘someone is dead or seriously hurt bad.’

“Sarah’s there, right? Good. You both need to get to my house right now. It’s Katherine.”

They’d gotten in their shared car right away and started driving. Davey had texted their mom when they were already halfway out of their neighborhood.

Sarah was trying to focus on the road and think of what she knew.

Kath wasn’t dead. If she was, Jack would have been crying.

Kath wasn’t too badly hurt. If she was, Jack would have told them to meet him at the hospital.

That was all she really knew. And that left a lot of possibilities that Sarah really didn’t need to think about.

Jack’s house was normally 20 minutes away. Thanks to Sarah’s manic driving, the Jacobs twins got there in just under 15.

Race, one of Jack’s three younger adoptive brothers, was waiting on the porch, uncharacteristically serious.

Sarah wanted to ask, but it was like her voice was stuck in her throat.

“Talk to us, Racer,” Davey said immediately, “How bad is it?”

“It’s bad,” Race said grimly, “Have you ever seen Kath cry? Ever?”

“No,” Davey muttered. Sarah could only shake her head.

Katherine Pulitzer was one of the strongest people she knew. It was one of the things that had made Sarah fall in love with her.

“Yeah, I’s known her since 6th grade and I haven’t, either. But she’s cryin’, now. A lot.”

“What happened?” Sarah asked, finally finding her voice, “Is she alright?”

Race sighed, “That depends on your definition of ‘alright,’ but physically, she’s fine.”

Sarah and Davey exhaled in relief. It was probably not the best time to run off on random trains of thought, but it was when they did things like this that made Sarah note how much body language they really shared.

“Her parents kicked her out.”

“What?!” Sarah exclaimed.

“They found out about you and her and kicked her out. She’s—“

Sarah wasn’t listening anymore. She was just moving past Race, opening the door to the Larkin house and running down the hallway where—

Where Katherine was sitting on the couch, crying on Jack’s shoulder as he tried in vain to comfort her.

Jack looked up and saw her, “Saz, thank God! Kath, look, it’s Sarah.”

Sarah fought the urge to vault over the back of the couch, walking around it instead to put her arms around her girlfriend, “Shh, Kitty, it’s...”

Only Sarah was allowed to call Katherine ‘Kitty.’

And she really wished she could say it was okay, but it wasn’t. This was a circumstance that every gay kid had nightmares of.

Damn. Sarah hadn’t thought it would happen to anyone in their friend group.

“Oh, you’re both here, already. Good.”

Sarah tried to pay attention to what Medda was saying while simultaneously comforting her girlfriend.

“I’ve already got Crutchie, Racetrack, and Romeo helping me clean out our guest room,” she said, “And Katherine, kiddo, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want. Sarah, I can see you’re needed here, so Davey, why don’t you make a grocery list? You’re the only boy who lives with a girl.”

Jack moved to stand up, “Should I help—“

Kath grabbed his arm, pulling him down next to her again and he stopped.

While Sarah was her girlfriend, Jack was probably her oldest friend. He was kind of the dad friend of the group, the one who always took care of everyone. Sarah didn’t blame her for wanting to keep him close.

“Okay,” he said quietly, sitting back down, “I’ll stay.”

“What do you... already have?” Davey asked hesitantly, but Kath was still crying too hard to answer.

“She didn’t get to bring more than a couple outfits and a toothbrush,” Medda said.

Though her tone was fairly calm, Sarah could read anger in her as clear as day; the rage of a mother who couldn’t understand disowning your child for something they couldn’t control.

Sarah was angry, too, and she let her arms around Kath tighten a bit.

Davey nodded, “Okay. It’s gonna be okay, Kath. I think I know what you should need.”

He sat down at the table to start on the grocery list as Medda went to go back to cleaning out the guest room.

Sarah had to admit, she didn’t have much experience in comforting crying people. She knew that her good friend, Spot, often came to her with issues, (and she came to him with her own in return) but he wasn’t the crying type.

She hated how Jack and Davey were the ones doing most of the comforting, since she didn’t know how, as the former sat beside her and the latter crouched in front of her, both talking in calming tones as Sarah just hugged her girlfriend and tried to think of something to say.

Kath was calming down, but only marginally. It might be okay to try to distract her at this point.

“Do you want to just let it all out?” she asked quietly, “Or should I put on a movie or something?”

Kath didn’t respond for a second.

“Kitty, I need you to tell me what you want.”

Kath took a shaky breath and managed to half-sob out an answer, “A movie sounds good.”

“Okay,” Jack said, “How ‘bout I put one in, and Saz can stay here with you, okay?”

Katherine nodded, still shaking a little.

Jack got off the couch and started up the DVD player.

“You need to join the 21st Century and get a streaming service or two, Kelly,” Sarah teased, figuring normalcy would probably be good.

“Fuck you, Jacobs. DVD players were our childhood.”

“Yeah. Were. And now they’re becoming obsolete.”

“Should we watch the Greatest Showman or Moana?”

“The fact that you’re changing the subject tells me I won.”

“Sarah,” Davey said reproachfully as he settled on the couch, leaving space for his boyfriend, “Jack. I love you both, but please shut the fuck up and pick a damn movie. They’re terrible, aren’t they, Kath? Why do we even keep them around?”

Kath shrugged, laughing a laugh that was still halfway crying.

“Fine,” Sarah said, “The Greatest Showman. It’s a great musical and I think we all need those kinds of vibes right now.”

“I can get behind that,” Jack said, putting the DVD in.

Katherine wasn’t crying anymore, just cuddling into Sarah’s side, by the end of A Million Dreams.

“Guest room is all cleaned out when you’re ready, Katherine,” Medda said, coming in, “And I’m going to make this clear right now that you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, either until your parents get their heads out of their butts or for forever. I’ve actually been thinking about taking in another kid, given that my boys are all big enough not to need so much attention anymore, and I’m more than happy to make that kid you if you’d be alright with that.”

Kath blinked, startled, “Th... thank you.”

“I’m gonna go to bed, unless you need me, sweetie..?”

“No thanks, Medda. I’m okay.”

“Boys?”

“We’re good, Mama,” Jack said with a tired smile.

“Okay, then. Try to get some sleep tonight.”

“We will, Mama.”

“Our mom said we can stay the night, so I’ll make sure they do,” Davey said.

“Of course you will, Davey. Good night, kids.”

Crutchie and Race came in as Medda left.

“Race and I are gonna run to the store,” Crutchie said, “Davey, got that grocery list?”

“Isn’t it like 1:00 AM?” Kath pointed out.

Race shrugged, “I knows places that should be open. We can probably find most of everythin’ on the list tonight.”

“We probably ain’t gonna sleep tonight, anyway, so might as well be productive about it,” Crutchie agreed.

“Grocery list is on the counter,” Davey called from where he was cuddling with Jack on the opposite end of the couch from Kath and Sarah. Romeo came and cuddled into Jack’s other side, though the youngest Larkin brother looked half-asleep.

“Great,” Crutchie said, glancing at the list as he grabbed the keys to Jack’s car, “Jack, we’re borrowin’ your car.”

Race saluted over his shoulder, putting that godforsaken kazoo he always seemed to have in his mouth as he and his big brother left.

From there, Sarah tried to just focus on cuddling with her girlfriend and watching the movie, but the next time she looked over to check on the boys, all three were asleep.

So much for Davey making sure we all get some sleep.

Katherine followed her gaze, seeing them curled up together, Jack’s head on Davey’s shoulder with Romeo sprawled across their laps.

Sarah saw her smile a bit at how cute they were.

Oh, well. She was relatively stable, now. It was as good a time as any ever would be.

“Do you want to talk?” Sarah asked softly, trying not to wake the boys.

Zac Efron and Zendaya finished up their duet on the tv before Kath responded.

She sighed, “I saw it coming. I knew it would happen if they ever... when they found out.”

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t want to worry you. You’ve got enough on your plate as it is.”

Sarah groaned, still trying to stay quiet, “Not this again.”

Katherine had a tendency not to share her problems with anyone. She had an issue with thinking that just because she was privileged, her feelings didn’t matter.

And yeah, Kath had never had to deal with physical abuse. She was white and wasn’t especially obvious in being a lesbian, and her family was well enough off that she’d never had to worry about money. Growing up, she’d had pretty much anything she wanted.

But she’d been walking on eggshells with her parents for years. Her crushes weren’t the only things she’d had to keep secret. They had never supported her as a writer or in anything.

And it wasn’t like mental illness gave a damn how many advantages you had in life, anyway.

“They called me slurs tonight,” Kath said softly, “I think my mom looked up lesbian slurs specifically to use today. That’s why I didn’t pack everything I needed. I couldn’t stay in that house any longer. I just stuffed what I could in my backpack and got in my car and drove.”

“They don’t deserve you,” Sarah said forcefully, “Fuck your parents, Kitty.”

A smile flickered across Katherine’s face, “Thanks, I guess.”

Sarah sighed, “I’m sorry. I’m just... angry. I... I can’t even imagine. I was scared when Davey and I decided to come out, but I can’t imagine what I would have done if our parents hadn’t been supportive.”

“I can,” Kath said, quietly but confidently, “The Jacobs twins would’ve joined forces to verbally obliterate them, then came here, like I did.”

“So, you verbally obliterated your parents?”

Kath’s smile dropped, “No. I... I couldn’t. I’ve never been good at pulling arguments out of thin air. I need to write them down first, and... well, Mom and Dad didn’t give me a chance to.”

“That’s okay. Write an article on unsupportive parents and put it in the school paper.”

“Ah, yes. That’ll solve all my problems.”

Sarah sighed. She knew it couldn’t. No article could make Katherine’s parents stop being pieces of shit. They’d made their choice, and nothing could fix this.

“Should I have come to your house?”

Sarah thought about it, then slowly shook her head, “No. We don’t have a guest room and our couch isn’t big enough. My parents wouldn’t trust you to sleep in the same room as me, so they’d probably have you bunk with Davey. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”

At that, Kath laughed quietly, and Sarah wished she could take away the pain hiding behind that smile.

When it faded, she could see that she wanted to say something, but was gathering strength to get her point across.

“I’m going to change my name.”

“Okay... that seems like a decision for tomorrow morning.”

“I’ve thought about it before, Saz. I think I would have done it when I moved out, even if this didn’t happen. My father is a terrible person and my mother is complacent. If I keep their name, I’m always going to be saddled with their legacy.”

“Okay,” Sarah nodded, “Yeah.”

“Do you think it’s crazy?”

“No. I still think you should think critically about it after a night of sleep, but if you don’t want that name, you should get rid of it. What would you change it to?”

Katherine shrugged, “Probably a bit early to change it to Jacobs.”

Sarah froze.

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. That was inappropriate. Saz, I—“

“Katherine, you smooth motherfucker.”

At that, they both had to try to keep their laughter quiet so as not to wake the boys.

“Seriously, though, what’ll you change it to?” Sarah asked, “I mean, I’m sure you could go with Larkin, if you wanted to. Medda seems pretty ready to adopt you.”

Katherine shook her head, “No. I mean, Medda has done a lot for me, even before this—being the mother of four of my best friends and really the only supportive adult in my life—but I don’t see her as my mom.”

“Kelly, then? Jack and Davey have practically adopted everyone else in our friend group who needed parenting.”

Kath laughed, “Katherine Kelly? No. Alliteration looks bad on paper.”

“It literally does not, but okay, I guess.”

“It does to me.”

“You’re a writer, Kitty. You know how good of a literary device alliteration is.”

Katherine shrugged, “I still don’t particularly feel like using it in my name. But... how does Katherine Plumber sound?”

“It sounds fine,” Sarah said, “Why Plumber, though?”

Katherine shrugged, “It’s close enough that I won’t forget to answer to it. Is that a dumb reason to choose a name?”

“You should give it some more thought in the morning,” Sarah admitted, “But no. You came up with it. That makes it yours, and...”

Sarah leaned in a little closer, smiling a bit at how Kath didn’t pull away.

“I love you no matter what your name is, Katherine Plumber.”

“I love you, too, Sarah Jacobs.”

The kiss they shared was quick but soft, and when they were done, Kath cuddled a little more into Sarah’s side so they could finish the movie.

Maybe they fell asleep before it ended. But that was okay.

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LITERALLY ANY PAIRING BUT DAVEY AS A METICULOUS "I WORK WITH NO ONE EVERYONE DRAGS ME DOWN I'M JUST THAT SMART" ASSASSIN I AM,,,,,, INTERESTED,,,,

i. love. you.

okay so, some quick warnings for mentions of death, poison, and pedophiles. (in the context of them getting killed.) this could have been a lot darker, but im me and therefore didnt write anything graphic. if anyone reads this and finds anything, they’d like me to tag, just say the word and i will!

David could admit that he had a flair for the dramatic. But his choice of career had nothing to do with it– it was just difficult to find work in the current economy.

He could be worse, he could be one of those people who just killed anyone. Sometimes people just fucking deserved to die, and that was why David was doing what he did.

He was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard a loud thump and opened the door, squinting through the crack at the man laying on the ground, then shut the door quietly and made his way out of the house.

Just as he was about to open his car door, checking both directions to make sure that no one was around, someone called after him.

“Wait!”

He whipped around and immediately exhaled upon the realization that whatever asshole decided to interrupt his getaway didn’t seem threatening.

“David Jacobs?” the interrupting asshole said, and, well, that complicated things.

David stared at him for a second, then pointed at the passenger’s seat. “Get in the car.”

Years of being in charge of a little brother apparently made David commanding enough that the guy got into the car in seconds, and David huffed and drove away.

“I’m Jack Kelly,” Mr. Interrupting Asshole said after a while, and David gave him a deadpan look before he turned back to the road.

“I didn’t ask.”

“But you’ll need to know!” Jack said, grinning in a way that let David know he had no clue what he was getting into.

“Why?” David asked, making a sharp turn onto the freeway.

“Plumber says I should be your partner.”

David nearly drove off the road. Of fucking course she was involved.

Jack seemed to sense how David had been caught off guard. “Yeah, she’s a friend of mine. She thinks you could use some help with staying completely off-the-radar.”

David wrinkled his nose. “I’m legally dead.”

“But you’re not subtle.” David scoffed, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jack raise his eyebrows. “You’re wearing a three piece suit.”

“I’m blending into the upper classes!”

“You always drive the same car.”

“If you think I’m disposing of this car, you’re wrong. If it’s good enough for Bond, it’s good enough for me.”

“Are you really comparing yourself to James Bond?” Jack scoffed, and David was tempted to pull over so he could glare at him without any danger.

“I’m fucking better than Bond. Does Bond get paid good money to kill pedophiles? I think not.”

Jack sighed. “Plumber just said that if you don’t want to be recognized, you’ve got to have someone watching your back.”

Goddamn Katherine. David let her help one time, and then she started dating his sister and trying to get him to meet people. Newsflash– when one legally dies at age nineteen and proceeds to take on twenty-seven fake identities, dating probably isn’t the most brilliant idea for them.

And here she was, trying to give him an unneeded and annoyingly attractive sidekick of sorts. He didn’t need a sidekick.

David bit the inside of his cheek. “This is hard to say.”

“You need me.”

“Not need,” he said, affronted, and Jack grinned.

“You think I’m awesome and you’ll totally let me be your partner.”

“You’re strictly here for convenience purposes,” David corrected. “This does not mean I hate you any less or that I am any less brilliant and capable.”

“Tell that to your burning warehouse.”

David shot a mournful look over his shoulder at what was become a smoking speck on the horizon, surrounded by fire engines. “She was a good hideout.”

Jack pretended to pour out a glass. “So, partner, what’s our next task?”

“Hey, now. You’re a sidekick and strictly a sidekick.”

“I saved your ass. I’m your partner.”

“Sidekick!” David said, and Jack just laughed loudly as the light turned red and David sped forwards, far away from worry.

“So,” Jack said, far too peppy for nine in the morning and surrounded by deadly substances, hopping up onto the counter next to David, “what’re we using?”

David capped the bottle, taking off his goggles. “First off, please wear gloves in here. Second, poison. His wife, who hired us, makes him a drink every evening. It gets slipped in there, he’s out, we sneak the wife and kid out to the aunt’s until the police find the body.”

“Dope. What kind of poison?”

David gave him a critical look. “You have a truly morbid obsession with this.”

“It’s the art of killing awful people, what’s not to love?” David wasn’t quite sure if Jack was kidding, but it was still mildly disturbing. It was how David made a living, but it wasn’t like he was thrilled by the prospect of deadly poison.

“A mix of my own,” he said eventually. “Colorless, odorless, doesn’t dilute anything that it’s put in. After forty-five minutes, basically undetectable, but always deadly.”

Jack tilted his head. “You invented this?” David hummed in affirmation. “Damn.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re like some sorta mad scientist or shit.”

David tried to pretend like he knew whether or not that was a compliment.

“Why do you do this?” Jack asked quietly, and David knew that that conversation would last longer than he would have liked it to. “Besides money,” Jack added, in that mildly haunting way he’d started guessing what David was going to say.

David exhaled slowly, looking up at the stars. They were staying in a campsite in California that night, in between jobs and looking for a nice place to spend the night. David was a city person– he wished that he was able to spend more time in high-up apartments and fancy restaurants– but he liked being where he was. It was quiet, and more peaceful, even with Jack there.

(Especially with Jack there?)

“I guess because there are people that the world would be better off without.”

Neither of them spoke for a while, sitting in silence while the moon advanced across the sky.

“I heard about people who do it for the money or because someone’s different or because they don’t care enough to worry about their effect,” Jack said, spaces between the words sometimes like he was worried about saying the wrong thing. “I never heard about anyone like you.”

“Is that good or bad?” David asked, only slightly joking. Jack turned to look at him, his eyes seeming to scan over and analyze and understand each inch and minute and semblance of David’s being within seconds.

Jack paused. “Good, I think. You… you do things for the right reason.”

They stayed in the position that they were in, inches away from each other and both thinking so hard that their thoughts practically buzzed in the air as if they were electric, until Jack laughed breathlessly and closed the last few inches to kiss him.

“Soooooo,” Sarah said, insufferable even from hundreds of miles away, “is my girlfriend the most brilliant of geniuses ever or what?”

“Your girlfriend,” David said, looking around him at the few people bold enough to brave the heat and move sluggishly around town, “is just as stubborn as you.”

Sarah laughed in that way of hers that was always somewhere between a giggle and a cackle. “That’s how I know that we’re meant to be. It’s a match made in the stars.”

“Sure, Saz.”

He could feel her smiling through the pay phone. “So you totally love him?”

David looked at Jack, who was leaning against the phone booth, smiling widely at David and holding a fresh watermelon from the farmer’s market like it was a child.

“I think I’m going to keep him around.”

#newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #javid #katherine plumber #sarah jacobs #penzy writes #anyways!!!!! tysm for the prompt #ill rb the list again in a little bit in case anyone wants to send me more while i finish up the second!

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