#Rosie and Medda would be best friends

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

“Ready for This” is the Hazbin Hotel version of “Seize the Day” (Newsies)

Thank you.

[prettyinlimegreenboots]

“I think I’m going to faint…”

So this got a little outta hand and is a little over 1900 words. Enjoy!

He hated this. It was supposed to be just a check up - something that should’ve taken 20 minutes but they wanted tests and diagnostic done before letting him go. And Race was about to lose it.

“I think I’m going to faint ….” Race gripped Spot’s hand tighter as he looked at his husband. “Why did we even have to come to this dumb appointment?”

“If you weren’t an idiot in the first place and broke that arm of yours, you wouldn’t have to have a follow up appointment.” Spot gave him a look as he felt the pressure tighten on his hand.

Race glared at him. “Now is not the time to talk about what an idiot I am. I’m freaking out here Spottie.”

“Hey, hey you’re alright.” Spot stood from his seat, running a hand through Race’s hair, pulling Race close to him. “Just take a couple of deep breaths and you’ll be fine.”

Race leaned into his embrace. “Tell me a story, Spottie. Just something to get my mind off of this nonsense.”

“Do you remember that one time in high school where we skipped school?” Spot raised an eyebrow at his beloved.

Race’s face scrunched up before shaking his head. “No, tell me.”

“Liar.” Spot said before sitting beside Race on the bed before launching into the story.

Sitting in English, Race’s feet tapped to some unknown beat. Spot sitting just to the side of him tapped his arm. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Yea.” Without any hesitation, Race agreed before the two of them hastily made their way out of the classroom and down the hallway leading to the parking lot.

Once they were in Spot’s car, a sigh of relief was breathed by both of them. “Where to?”

“As long as I’m not in that school, I don’t care.” Race grinned, tapping the dashboard of the car as Spot rolled the windows down.

Spot nodded, turning the car on before backing out and driving out of the parking lot. An old Rolling Stones song was playing on the radio as the wind whipped through their hair.

Pulling up to Dairy Queen, Race raises an eyebrow in Spot’s direction, the question unasked. “You can’t skip school and not go out for ice cream to celebrate.”

They ordered, an Mint Oreo Blizzard for Race and a M&M one for Spot. “Now where?”

“You’re the one driving. Lead us into the sunset, Spottie.” Race dramatically threw his arm out the window and moonroof respectively.

Spot gave his best friend a look before shaking his head. “It’s 1:30 in the afternoon. Sunset isn’t until 5:30 - you gots a long way to go, Pooks.”

“Shut up and just drive us somewhere.” Race waves off the semantics with a chuckle, enjoying the sun splashed on his face and the wind through his hair.

Pulling into the parking lot, Spot threw the car into park before looking over at Race with a grin. “Here we are!”

“Why here?” Race asked, grabbing his blizzard before getting out of the car and heading to the ticket office. They were at the Statue of Liberty ferry.

Spot quick bought tickets before grinning at Race, walking down the gangplank to the ferry. They found seats before Spot looked at Race. “You mentioned you’ve never been here so I thought it would be a good place to visit on your skip day.”

“My skip day?” Putting a hand on his chest, Race chuckled. “I distinctly remembered you asking me if I wanted to get outta there.”

“Potato potahto!” Spot shrugged, taking a bite of his blizzard. Race had to look away so he wasn’t caught staring at his best friend.

They were both quiet as the ferry puttered along, the wind in their hair as they got closer to this destination. Once docked, they threw their blizzard cups out before Spot tugged on Race’s hand, dragging him off the ferry.

They walked around the island, Spot being the unofficial tour guide, telling Race random tidbits and shaking his head in amazement that Race had never been there.

“Wanna people watch for a bit?” Spot was a little excited as he asked Race.

Finding a bench, Race gave Spot a weird look. “I wouldn’t have taken you as a person watching aficionado.”

“There are many things you don’t know about me.” Spot grinned, nudging Race with his shoulder.

He went quiet as he studied Spot. He quickly averted his eyes to the ground. “Like what?”

“When I grow up I want a grey Staffordshire Terrier.” Spot shrugged. “Let’s see …. I want to go to college but I don’t know what I want to study - maybe something in medicine or architecture.”

Race smiled. “What are you going to name your dog? I think you’d do well in either of those areas. I can see it now, Spot Conlon, MD!”

“I’m going to get a girl and name her Rosie or Violet or Scout.” Spot grinned. “I don’t know if I want to be a doctor. A little too much schooling for me. What about you? What’s something that I don’t know about you?”

They had been friends for a little over two years. Race kind of barged his way into Spot’s life the first day of freshman orientation and they’d been buddies since.

“Something you don’t know about me?” Race leaned back and sighed. There were many things Race had kept close to his heart after growing up in the foster care system. Many things only Medda, Jack, and Crutchie knew.

He chuckled, something hitting him. “Growing up, I had a stuffed bear that was with me through every home I went to. After Medda officially adopted me, Jack, and Crutchie, we got into a fight and Crutchie had tore the bear’s leg so the stuffing was coming out. I was so pissed at him. But Medda sat me down and taught me how to sew up the tear so the bear was good as new.”

“That was sweet of her.” Spot grinned.

Race nodded. “That was right after the adoption was official, probably seven years ago. And since then she’s taught me so much, just having the right amount of patience for the three of us.”

“You’re lucky she found you.” Spot mentioned, as Race’s heart warmed.

“I’m lucky we found her. She took three cocky kids, a 10 year old, 12 year old and 13 year old in without a second glance.” Race whistled. “We were awful but she kept on loving us and showing us what a family was.”

Spot was quiet as Race gathered his thoughts. “So there’s one more thing that I haven’t told you.”

Spot raised an eyebrow, giving Race a look. “What’s that?”

Instead of saying anything, Race took a deep breath before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Spot’s. Pulling back, he quickly looked at Spot’s face for any recognition and was about to open his mouth to say something, when Spot pulled him close, kissing him again.

The two made out for a few minutes on the bench before Race pulled away, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Spot. “So yea …. I like you.”

“You’re an idiot, Race. Why didn’t you tell me?” Spot’s lips still tingled from that kiss but a grin won out, tugging across his lips.

Shrugging, Race looked at Spot, holding out his hand for him to take. “I don’t know. I realized it about a week ago. You were laughing at something Jack had said and it hit me that I liked you. I tried saying something but nothing would come out.”

“Well I like you too.” Spot yelled, giving Race a look. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for the last few months. I didn’t even know if you liked me.”

Race shook his head as Spot chuckled. “Let’s chalk it up that we’re both idiots and decide what we’re going to do.”

“Gotta love what ten seconds of courage will do for you.” Race grinned, leaning forward to kiss Spot. “We were dumb 17 year olds who knew nothing about the world.”

Spot laughed, nodding. “But if you hadn’t kissed me, who knows how long we would have been dancing around one another.”

“True. I’m a genius!” Race polished his nails on his shirt with a grin. “But the dressing down I got from Medda was so worth it.”

Spot raised on eyebrow. “How bad was it?”

“ANTONIO MICHAEL HIGGINS, you get your ass in that house and sit in the living room.” Medda was waiting on the front porch for him when Spot dropped him off.

Race gave Spot a look, before grabbing his book bag and exiting the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school. I’ll text you later if I still have my phone.”

“She won’t kill you.” Spot grinned, watching Medda out of the corner of his eye.

Race shrugged. “You don’t know that for sure. Thanks for a great afternoon. See you tomorrow.”

He shuffled up the sidewalk, walking past Medda into the house. He threw his book bag down before collapsing on the couch, a grin on his face.

“Care to explain why I got a call from the school that you skipped your last two periods?” Medda crossed her arms, giving him a look.

He looked over her shoulder to see Jack and Crutchie sitting at the table watching him and Medda with a close eye. “I wasn’t feeling school today. I dragged Spot out of class and we skipped. We went to the Statue of Liberty.”

“You didn’t think to let your mother know so she wouldn’t worry about you?” Medda raised an eyebrow at him.

Shrugging, Race bit his lip. “I wasn’t really thinking straight if I’m being honest. I told Spot I liked him today.”

“Oh you did?” Medda’s face broke out into a smile before she masked her happiness. “Race, you’re in trouble. I’m very happy for you and Spot but you just can’t skip school without telling me. What if something had happened and I didn’t know where you were?”

“I’m sorry momma.” Race gave her a sad side. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Medda nodded. “That’s a start. But you’re grounded - a week and you’ll pick up extra chores around the house. And before you ask, Spot cannot come over, even for homework help.”

“Alright. That sounds fair.” Race expected the grounding and anger from Medda.

Medda sat beside him on the couch. “Now tell me about you and Spot. You said that you told Spot you liked him.”

“Well there weren’t many words exchanged ….” Race grinned. “I took Jack’s advice, had like 10 seconds of courage and just kissed him. I quickly pulled back before he kissed me again.”

Jack and Crutchie started slow clapping, grabbing Race and Medda’s attentions. “Well done little brother. About time you fess up to Spot. If we had to hear once more how much you liked him …..”

“Yea yea laugh it up.” Race grinned.

“At least she didn’t kill you.” Spot shrugged. “Grounding you for a week wasn’t that bad.”

Race groaned with a chuckle. “You would’ve thought she killed me with how long that week was. Also how many chores she made me do. There’s a reason why you do the laundry.”

“You mean besides to save our whites from becoming pink?” Spot suggested with a grin.

“That and she made me wash my laundry by hand so I would really feel the punishment.” Race shook his head.

“But look where we are now. Together for 10 years and married for 7.” Spot leaned closer before kissing him. “I love you.”

“I love you too Spot.” Race smirked. “It’s been a great ride and it all started on the Statue of Liberty Island.”

The door opened causing them to look over. “Sorry for the delay. You’re free to go, Mr Higgins-Conklin. Come back in 2 weeks and we’ll take your cast off and you should be good to go.”

Race hopped off the table, holding his hand out for Spot to grab. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Spot chuckled, leading Race out of the room and outside into the bright sunshine. “Where now hotstuff?”

“I’m thinking Dairy Queen and a trip to the Statue of Liberty.” Race grinned, as Spot held open the car door for him.

Leaning over, Spot kissed him before shutting the car door. “Sounds like a solid trip down memory lane.”

Thanks @wide-eyed--wonderer for sending in that prompt.

[klaineharmony]

Sweet and Right and Merciful

“sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing”

Thanks to @rum-on-fire for the Hozier lyric, in one of their posts. :)

This isn’t any of the WIPs I’m supposed to be working on for the 300x3 challenge, but . . . *shrugs*. I was inspired. :) 1295 words.

Jack woke to the rosy light of dawn spilling in the bedroom window. His eyelids were heavy, but he felt warm and content, rested after what had been a long week of late nights and early deadlines.

He rolled over slowly to face his sleeping partner, and he caught his breath as he took in Sarah’s face in the morning light. She was always beautiful, and he never got over feeling awed by her, but there was something sacred about this. Seeing her asleep, knowing that she trusted and loved him enough to share her bed, to be so completely vulnerable with him, made his chest ache with painful happiness.

It wasn’t new. They had been friends since high school, when Jack had impulsively started a strike among the newspaper staff. When the administration and then the school district had tried to censor the paper’s articles on sexual education, HIV and AIDS prevention, and climate change, Sarah (who was the paper’s editor, the first in the history of the high school) and Davey (who was the lead feature writer) had been furious. Jack had heard them talking about it during the lunch period and had boldly walked over to their table and proposed the idea of a student body strike against the administration.   

Sarah had scoffed at him, and David had immediately given him a laundry list of reasons why it was risky, since there was a mandated number of school days, students were minors and didn’t have a union, and parents could theoretically punish their kids for taking part. It would never work if it was just a few of them, he had said, and what were the chances they could get the entire students body on their side?

Jack had smirked at David’s naivete, and he proceeded to call over his entire group of friends and have them sit and listen to Sarah and Davey about the administration's censorship of the paper. Incensed by the unfairness (as he had known they would be), Crutchie, Blink, Mush, Specs, Skittery, Smalls, Boots, Racetrack, and Dutchy had immediately appointed themselves ambassadors to the rest of the student body, and within two days had most of the school on board. Spot and Plumber’s crew had been the hardest to win over (as Jack had known they would be), but he appealed to them himself, and they came in after the rest of the student body staged a day-long sit-in in the halls.

Mr. Denton, the paper’s advisor, had been incredibly skeptical at first, and shared Davey’s worries over the repercussions of a strike, but after the first day of the sit-in, the local media caught wind of what they were doing (thanks to some highly-circulated social media posts from Sarah and Davey) and the coverage brought support flooding in from local free speech groups and even the ACLU. Denton was all in after that, and did everything he could to support the striking students and advocate for them with the administration and the media.

They had won the fight, two weeks and one furious and humiliated school administration later, and Davey and Sarah had become Jack’s best friends from the strike forward. Jack had asked Sarah to junior prom at the end of that year, and they had been together ever since, six years and counting.

Jack had, at first, been floored by Sarah and David’s complete acceptance of him and his friends. He was a foster kid, and his adoptive mom and siblings, Medda and Crutchie and Smalls, were the only family he’d ever really had. The Jacobs were the complete opposite of what he had known as a little kid - stable, with two great parents and their obnoxious but cute younger brother, Les, who was one of the freshman during the strike. But despite their initial doubt, they had embraced Jack as an ally and a friend, and had trusted his friends to do their part when they said they would. Jack had been staggered by their level of trust, when they barely knew him, and staggered even more by his own trust in them, which went against every bit of common sense he had.

And with Sarah, Jack had found himself telling her things - about his parents, about his childhood in foster care, about how he had come to Medda and she had slowly, slowly broken through his defenses - that he had never told anyone. Sarah accepted each little bit of him with kindness, and only seemed to love him more with every new thing she learned. She had given him back that trust, fully, telling him about her own childhood, her fears of not being good enough, of wanting to be more than just a pretty face and a good daughter, and Jack came to understand that she was driven not only by her fierce intellect, but by the need to prove herself, to be more than most people expected her to be. 

She gave him peace, and compassion, and loved him fiercely, and Jack tried - oh, he tried, with everything he was - to give those same things to her, every day. 

He knew in his bones, in the very deepest part of his own heart, that the sweet ache of loving her would never go away.

Jack had been watching Sarah sleep while he thought, and now he reached out and gathered her against him, putting one arm and a leg over her body and pulling her close. She sighed and nestled her head against him, winding her arm around his before her eyes drifted open.

“Morning, Cowboy,” she murmured, smiling, and Jack smiled back, leaning over and kissing her eyelids and the tip of her nose before pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” he said. 

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long,” Jack said quietly. “Maybe ten minutes. Just enjoying being in our bed with you. Thinkin’ about how much I love you.”

Sarah’s eyes grew brighter and somehow softer, and she reached up and cupped his cheek. “I love you, too. Always, Jack.”

Jack kissed her again, soft and slow, and Sarah responded in kind, her mouth tender against his. When they finally broke apart, needing to breathe, Jack leaned his forehead against hers and spoke what was in his heart.

“Sarah,” he whispered, “will you marry me?”

Sarah went still underneath him, and drew back from him just a little, so that she could see his face. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been so serious about anything in my life,” Jack said, caressing her face with his hands. “I love you. I want to be yours forever. I want us forever, Sarah. I want to love you, and learn with you, and grow with you, as long as we’re both breathin’. You make me so happy, and I can’t imagine life without you in it.”

Sarah’s eyes had filled with tears as he talked, and she gave a little sob as he finished and then leaned up and kissed him. 

“Of course I will,” she said, her voice choked. “I love you with all my heart, Jack. All you had to do was ask.” 

Jack kissed her back, deeply, and Sarah put her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, cradling his body against hers. 

“I didn’t mean to ask like this,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ve had a ring for you for weeks - those reservations we have for this weekend? I was going to ask you then. But I just - couldn’t wait anymore.”

Sarah smiled against his lips. “We’ll just make that our newly-engaged dinner,” she said. “This was perfect, Jack. I can’t imagine anything more beautiful, and I love you even more for asking because it felt right. I love you.”

“Nothin’ feels more right than this,” Jack said, kissing her again. “I love you, too.” 

After that, neither of them needed words for a long time.

Tags:

@queenofbrooklyn, @icouldwritebooks, @rudeflower, @whatstheproblembaby, @coffeegleek  and anyone else who likes my little bits of writing or Jack and Sarah. :)

[achaoticeternal]

Sunshine / Racetrack x Reader

Imagine request? How bout race fallin in love with a complete hufflepuff-like character, n they’re super tactile and lovey dovey, n then it hits race that he LOVES her? Take it from there, work ur magic!!

A/N: This request is so cute and fun to write and I often get confused for a hufflepuff a lot (I’m a Slytherin) lol. Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 765

Warning(s): none??? Really adorable Race?!? And like one curse word

  (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was an absolute ray of sunshine even on the gloomiest days. Her smile just lit up everyone around her like she put some ‘happy’ spell on those near her. Every positive thing about her was contagious from her laugh to the way she’d start to snort when Albert told her a bad joke. Hell – (Y/N) could even make the Delancy brothers crack a smile.

           But (Y/N) smiled the brightest when she would hang around her best friend – and longtime crush – Racetrack Higgins. The two were inseparable pair and were 100% loyal to each other and their friendship. So it was no surprise whenever (Y/N) would sleep over at the lodging house or wait for Race to get to his selling spot so that she could buy a pape from him first. Everyone around them could see how much the pair loved each other and it either made them want to throw up from how adorable they were or smash their faces together so that they would finally kiss. And today was no exception.

           It was around 3 o’clock when Race sold his lost pape and started to make his way to the lodging house to see if (Y/N) was there waiting for him. Yet not even 2 blocks from the house, (Y/N) jumped onto Race’s back from behind “BOO!”

           If you don’t think Race could scream so high pitched, than you’re wrong. (Y/N) scared the shit out of Race, yet when he saw it was her, he giggled and calmed down. She hoped off his back then sauntered next to him.

           “Gooood afternoon, Race,” (Y/N) face lit up.

           “Afta’ noon, pumpk’n,” He smiled as he laid an arm across her shoulder. (Y/N) snuggled into Race’s side and laced one of her arms around his waist. The two walked all the way to the lodging house, talking about how their days went or making jokes with each other and even about the weird headlines Race made up today.

           “The best one I’se mades up was dat a family in Flushing hads a real bads tarantula problem,” Race chuckled, shaking his head at the memory which made 3 people buy a pape from him, “And ‘ow did ya day go so far?” he inquired.

           “Well,” (Y/N) smiled and faced Race, “I went to the theatre and Miss Medda let me see a show for free! She just sings so well, ya know?!? And oh, there was this sister act that…” she continued to talk about all the wonderful talent but Race couldn’t pay attention to her words. No - Race caught himself watching (Y/N)’s eyes light up each time she talked about how wonderful someone sang or the little smile and giggle she had each time she remembered a minor detail that she found important to share.

           Racetrack found himself drowning – no – basking in the ethereal beauty of (Y/N): both physically and in the personality. She was so kind, so sweet, so… perfect that he couldn’t believe he had the privilege of being her best friend.

           And that’s when it hit him – hard. Racetrack Higgins was head-over-heals for (Y/N) (Y/L/N). He loved his bestfriend. He wanted to hold her hand, take her on cute dates, snuggle with her after a long, and even feather kisses across her rosy cheeks.

           “Race, you okay? Are you listenin’ anymore?” (Y/N) waved her hand in front of Race’s face.

He blinked for a second before smiling and nodding, “I’se all ears, beautiful.” (Y/N) blushed as she continued to ramble over all the little things and how she loved the weather that day because the sun was shining so brightly.

But (Y/N) was cut short in the middle of a statement when Race pecked the corner of her lips. His slightly chapped lips sent a shock through her. (Y/N) face flushed a peachy-pink tone, the tops of the ears burning red though, before she cupped the boy’s cheeks and laid a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Wows,” Race said once the two pulled away from each other, his voice sounding higher than usual due to his flustered state.

“You could say that’s again,” (Y/N) would giggle at her friend – best friend – more than friends – boyfriend?

“Golly, (Y/N), I’se don’t knows what’s gone overs me but I – I’se just so happy that you’re my best goirl and, oh, I just realized how much I really cares for ya and I – I” he couldn’t continue because you had kissed him again.

“You were rambling,” (Y/N) explained her actions.

“Well, I’se gonna keep rambling thens if you’se gonna kiss me everytimes I do”