#shut up saz

[orionsangel86]

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[sarahscribbles]

why am I never enough for anyone

[totheblood]

i keep thinking about infatuated ellie.. like LOVESTRUCK, nervous, giddy ellie, and ik you’ll do her so much justice

a/n: ik this is from weeks ago but i'm writing some headcanons and would appreciate if u guys could send some more! i also need to note the ai audio i made of joel was inspired by my talented friend saz who had the idea to make a joel ai and have him and ellie interact, her fics are amazing and i believe she will be making her own ellie fic w a joel audio so pls folllow her and read her work! her @ is @dyk3ification also i wrote this in whole foods before my class so if it sucks... thats why.. ai audios at the end! also pls interact w me and my work it makes me so happy ily bye!

lovestruck!ellie headcanons

ellie is 100%, certifiably, and downright a hardcore lover to her core

when she’s crushing on you she is the type to take anything you do as a sign that you like her back

she’d be like “no, dina, but when she held the door she looked back at me and smiled… who does that?”

“polite people?”

or if you’re sitting next to her in class and she drops her pen, the minute you reach down to pick it up for her she’s imagining your future together

she would just secretly pine after you for as long as she can, way too nervous to work up the courage to ask you out

she’s the type to journal about you, draw you, think that it was weird, and rip it out of her journal

but she’s too sentimental to throw it away so she’d just tuck it into a box in the back of her closet

she’s so observant about the things you do

just by sitting next to you, she knows your favorite movie, your favorite place to eat, and your favorite flowers

(she writes all of this down in case she one day works up the courage to ask you out)

when you do finally start talking she would go out of her way to go to the things you invite her too

for example, you invited her to a GSA mixer (something she wouldn’t attend on her own) at a time when she was working

she called out sick just to attend and talk to you for a total of fifteen minutes

it’s totally worth it to her cause you hugged her twice (she counted)

she does insanely stupid shit like going out of her way to get you your favorite coffee from this very specific place half an hour from campus.

“oh, ellie you didn’t have to do this. thank you so much! let me pay you back.” you’re reaching into your bag looking for your wallet

“oh, it’s no big deal i was in the area,” she was nowhere close to the area. “and it didn’t cost that much,” it was an 8-dollar cup of coffee. “maybe we could go together sometime?”

ellie doesn’t even realize she’s asked you out by the time you’re agreeing with a huge smile plastered on your face

the date goes well, so you ask her on another and another… and another

before she knows it you’re her girlfriend and she can’t shut up about it

she’ll try to manipulate conversations just so she can say the phrase “my girlfriend”

she’s at the movies with jesse and dina and with every preview of a horror movie shes like, “oh, i think my girlfriend would love this movie.”

the barista at the coffee shop makes her latte too sweet and she’s all like, “i wish my girlfriend was here so i could give her this.”

she’s also the type to call you and find out where you are just so she could deliver you her very sweet latte that she knows you would enjoy

she’s also the type to brag about any accomplishments of yours to everyone

“oh yea, my girlfriend won some academic award. she’s such a genius.”

she’s the type to whenever you’re together she would just be staring at you and you’re like, “what?”

“nothing… you’re just so pretty. i’m so lucky.”

there’s not a day that goes by that she doesn’t make you feel like you put the moon and the stars in the sky

all of her weekly calls with joel have become her ranting about how much she loves you

“ellie, all you do is talk about this girl. when am i going to get the chance to meet her?”

“soon, i hope. i think you will really like her. she’s fuckin perfect, joel, i swear.”

“so i’ve heard.”

ai audios:

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Saz The Bear Morpher

Rawdogging it. Continuing to work through morphing with Saz. XD I think this is shorter, I'm fucking tired. Just gotta do the two deer morphers (we'll see if I actually do it).

Tag list: @outpost51 @nanashi23 @winterandwords @jezifster @kk7-rbs @aether-wasteland-s @dumbthunder @manathen @the-void-writes @livums @vacantgodling (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!) 

cw: body horror, gore

Saz breathed in deep. The smell was rank, potent enough to burn the back of her throat. The near constant buzz of flies made her want to bury her head beneath the dirt she had kicked up in boredom.

She kept her eyes clamped shut. Nails digging into the ground as she heard the ragged pants of the opposition approaching.

The bear morpher had been offered—forced—to do a job for the elder morphers alone. This mission left a lot of information murky as the elder morphers seemed to excel at. She wasn't so sure they could be direct unless they were aiming insults at you. Everyone seemed to have a different idea at what they'd have her doing specifically. That was one of the first things that worried the bear morpher.

What she had known was the location of her task. A rudimentary underground set up. Where she sat now, even if the wet ground seeped through her pants.

Now that may have been the last thing to worry her if the order that followed hadn't been, "Ravage the traitor."

She dusted her hands off on her shorts, biting her bottom lip as she listened to the traitor mumble incoherently. Probably lost or confused. Soon to be dead.

Saz's teeth sank down into her bottom lip, hissing quietly at the pain. She dug her nails into her calf, trying not to focus on the pain. Growling low as her fur began to grow thicker, moving to cover any exposed skin.

But it hurt. Her nails grew thicker. Stronger. Longer. Sharper. She cried out as her nails, now claws, sank into her calves. She could taste the blood flowing into her mouth. Ripping her claws out of her legs, tears welling in her eyes. Blood flowing over the fur, slicking it.

And it especially hurt when. Her back crunched and squelched. The muscle and skin there stretching to fit her elongating spine. Her head fell to the ground, too uncontrolled to count as placing it down, back arching painfully. Bone threatening to jab through fur covered skin. Her claws dragging through the wet earth.

Her teeth, sharper now, went straight through her bottom lip. The bear morpher grunted and screamed weakly. Slamming their fist on the ground.

Damn there sobbing in agony as their nose and mouth stretched more into a muzzle. Their own blood soaking their maw. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted. Everything burned. Everything hurt. And the putrid smell of the room seemed to make everything worse.

She stalked out of the room on all fours. Kicking off the shoes her claws had sliced through. Her nose twitched as she picked up a faint smell different from the rest. It hadn't been difficult to find them. And the bear morpher didn't want more time to think on it. She stood on two feet now. Standing taller than her usual.

The traitor craned their neck to look up at her. They had horns, well cared for. Quickly looking away when Saz's eyes met theirs, "So they send soldiers to kill little problems like me now."

Saz was in too much pain to talk. Her shoulders hunched uncomfortably, but she managed to shrug. She didn't want to give them enough time to morph or run. And she couldn't let this go poorly. She noticed them beginning to back away.

Saz huffed falling back to all fours. She flung her weight into them, forcing them onto the ground and against a wall. Their head bashing back into it unexpectedly. They grunted, grabbing onto Saz's throat, struggling to choke her.

The bear morpher dug her claws into them, gouging at their side. Breaking their choke and tucking their chin to their chest, then pressing it against the traitor. She roared when their hands grabbed fistfuls of her locs and pulled. Proceeding to carve them with her claws.

Quickly shifting she shoved them back into the wall. She bit down into their shoulder ripping mass of muscle and fat off their body. Keeping their thrashing body still with their hands. Claws digging in if they moved too much.

Saz pulled away, viscera hanging from her maw. Coating her claws and teeth. Her tongue lapped absentmindedly at her bloody fingers.

[fragmentmemories]

❛ don’t bleed on my floors ❜ neelam @ nem. feeling a teacher/apprentice vibe here. possibly older neelam. -saz

Nemesis grits her teeth, sucking in air and pressing hard on her wound on her abdomen. It's not bad...but it's certainly not good either. Good wounds don't tend to exist.

She's pushed to her limit, in more ways than one: a biting remark on the edge of her tongue, a rumbling, almost over-spilling hum of her chi. Her magicks. Her desire to show respect to her teacher is angrily fighting against the confidence and self-respect said woman has been trying to push into her since day one.

She spits blood from her mouth directly on Neelam's floors. "Shut up." It's a no-contest.

@theaspiringcynic

[earlgreyandco]

agni: my life is so tainted, ive killed so many

seb: *washing blood off his silverware* mhmm

[markcavendish]

George saying to compromise his race if they need to and prioritise latifi 😭😭😭

[orionsangel86]

Stressful as my team at work had huge system issues so spent day running around like a headless chicken. Needed wine when I got home. Had Chinese food for dinner. Diet ruined. Forced myself to sit through 11x09 on my rewatch. Drank more wine. Now gonna watch 11x10. Finally a handsome angel to distract me. Ah yes.

How was YOUR day?

Hi everyone! I’m finally able to open my laptop :D How’s your day been?

[orionsangel86]

You know sometimes when fandoms twinkify the twink? Like they make him even twinkier than he already is so that suddenly he is portrayed as really small and fragile with delicate bones and feminine features?

You know sometimes when fandom will take the character they ship the twink with, and they make him taller, and broader, and hairier, and suddenly he's this beast of a macho man who completely dominates and overpowers the twink?

Then you see a picture of the two characters in canon and they are basically nothing like that?

Yeah. That's annoying.

[sarahscribbles]

Every so often I go through a phase of “everyone in this group chat/server hates me and wishes I would go away forever 😅”

[americannoteven]

Persona 5 AU where everything is the same except Captain Kidd actually has a Scottish Accent:

“Oi lad, arr ye done wit dis wee cunt’s boollshit now? Dis absolute curly haired balbag ova betch? Boot fookin time, boi”

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

OC In 15 (or less)

Thanks for the tag @kk7-rbs! And yes I am winging most of these dialogue lines.

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Uhh I tag: @televisionjester @aether-wasteland-s @jezifster @the-void-writes @illarian-rambling @vacantgodling (Only if you want! Open tag too!)

Let's go Julie from Fucked at Five.

1. "Why even believe the elder morphers? Ian and I caught on awhile ago that these old fucks only care about revenge."

2. "Fuck Elliot. And fuck you too!"

3. "These new recruits are clinging onto humans being these saints. Like humans wouldn't stab them in the back— Haven't stabbed them in the back."

"Or take your eye?" Elliot spoke around the straw in his mouth, unwavering at the glare of straight up evil from Julie's eye.

"Shut the fuck up billy goat." Her hands bone dry pointing at stumps that once bore antlers protruding Elliot's skull.

3. “You don’t have to worry about that. Focus on this.”

4. "I told you I fight to win, Elliot."

5. "Hungry?"

6. "I don't think any of us would be mad if we had gotten those donuts at the stand like what an hour ago?"

7. "I've killed more people than you and you still like me."

8. "Maybe I should feel bad?" Ian muttered, chewing on his thumb nail

"Nah." Julie responded

9. "Think I can get Saz to go swimming with me? The lake shouldn't have too much algae." Julie questioned aloud.

"Is it training related?" Ian asked.

"Yes?"

"I'll tell her to put on a bikini while you make your decision."

10. "Sleep can wait. Want a Mini-Mart hotdog? It's like a 5 minute jog. But we can make it an hour long walk."

"Fuck yeah," Saz laced up her shoes, dressing surprisingly fast for a woman who was only in socks a couple minutes ago.

11. "I think— I think I pissed her off."

[floridkore]

how to pretend you havent been crying: pretend you got face wash in your eyes 

[hahahax30]

✨Headcanon time✨

Genevieve is Jewish. Ik ik she celebrates Christmas with the 19th cenqueery gang but hear me out. Imagine Madeleine going to visit Genevieve’s grave with Atalanta when she first arrives in Mirror. They collect rocks and when they go to put them on the grave, Madeleine starts crying because their rocks barely fit on Genevieve’s tombstone because there are so many other rocks and Madeleine starts to truly realize how much time has gone by since she’d been turned into a statue. (Also Madeleine decides to learn Hebrew and Yiddish later on as a way to honour her, like she did with Aaron and Sydney, only in a much healthier way)

Whenever Morgan does something badass and Lucas is proud of her, he doesn’t say, “that’s my wife!” He says, “I’m her husband!” Like “yeah, that bombshell of a woman choose me and my love of fucking CAD!!”

For his twentieth birthday, Sydney writes Camille a fairy tale about a boy cursed to be trapped inside his own body for all of eternity until he’s saved by his platonic Prince Charming and Camille and Marcus both get very emotional over it

I really hope these aren’t too terrible 😅

~headcanon time~

Tbh I had never thought of characters's religions, ik the 19th cenqueery gang would probably have to be Anglican (although I think Camille would end up being an atheist) and that Saz are atheists because *yes* but from now on Genevieve is Jewish! Also, ik this was to talk about Madeleine/Genevieve, but I have to talk a little bit more about Genevieve being Jewish because I've just realised that one of her descendants is named after a fucking Jewish king lol, and guess who's also of (distant) Jewish heritage?

Ofc, I'd have to read on Scottish Jews, get more info on Judaism as a whole since Genevieve would be religious (and I'm sorry but my knowledge of Judaism is very poor), and probably ask you if a writing doubt arises? But, yeah, you've just made at least 4 characters Jewish/ethnically Jewish/of Jewish descent.

Anyways, Madeleine actually hasn't visited Genevieve's tomb, because it's it in the middle of the Aboveground Scottish's nowhere, it's private property, and Atalanta has very bad memories of the place (even if she doesn't know that one of the tombs there was Genevieve's, since this happened before TSC). But Madeleine will eventually visit her tomb, with Atalanta, maybe Diana, and someone else. I want her to know everything the 19th cenqueery gang did to remember her. And I want Madeleine to keep their memory with her --in a healthy way ofc-- so I'll try to see if I can fit in that scene!

(If Madeleine learns Yiddish and Hebrew, Wagner let me tell you I have the *perfect* teacher for her dosnakajsjsjakaka)

As for Lucas, he's more the type to have a short-circuit every time Morgan does something badass, Xiuying probably has a 100-photo file titled 'Lucas.exe has stopped working' with his reactions, but YES. After everything they've been through, he won't shut up about being Morgan's husband when they marry. Listen, men from Mirror China don't change their surnames when they marry, but Lucas? Yeah, no, he's very proudly Lucas Hao, Morgan Badass Hao's husband.

ALSO

(But Lucas would like to disagree with you, that nerd does arrays for fun)

MCOSMWISNWIANSIWNSISNWOWK WAGNER THAT'S LITERALLY SOMETHING SYDNEY WOULD DO 1000%

I'd ask you if I could write a short story about this, but I won't lie, I don't have time and have to write biagc + other short stories (the Coraline/Adelaide short story pt2? Yeah I haven't forgotten about it lol), so... I fucking love that headcanon, and if you want to flesh it out into something more detailed, you can definitely do it (I hope that doesn't sound like I'm pushing you to do something, I'm not lol, please believe me).

THESE WERE NOT TERRIBLE AT ALL WAGNER

[avengers-hamiltrash]

2 for soulmate with spot and sarah!!

Prompt: 2. Draw on skin = On soulmate's skin (I also kinda made it a high school au)

Pairing: Spot Conlon x Sarah Jacobs

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Hopefully this is good! Happy reading!

Read on AO3!

"Y'know, there's a kid in my art class that has similar paint marks on his arms," Jack told Sarah.

"Really?! Who is it?" She frantically asked.

"I'm not going to tell you."

"Why'd you even say anything then?"

"I'm sorry, Saz," He raised his hands in defense, "Can't tamper with the universe's plans, babe." She rolled her eyes and started to walk away from the table.

"Love ya!" He yelled to her as she walked away. He burst out laughing when he heard a faint 'fuck you.' Davey smacked him in the arm and said, "Don't mess with her, Jackie. We both know she could kick your ass."

=-=-=

It was right after the end of school when she bumped into him.

"Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?" He asked before he noticed who it was. "You know what, it's fine, never mind." He had had a crush on her forever, and he knew it was completely and utterly stupid. She had her own soulmate, and he had his.

She didn't focus on what he said, more on what was on his arm. There they were, matching orange paint marks. She was unbelievably happy that she wore long sleeves. She attempted to say something but ended up just speedwalking out of the school doors.

The second she got home, she ran upstairs and burst into Davey's room.

"Thanks for knocking."

"Shut up." She looked at him with anger burning in her eyes as she paced his room.

"Wanna tell me why you came in here just to be angry?"

"Did Jack tell you that it was Spot fucking Conlon?" She raised her voice.

"Sarah! Language!" Esther yelled from downstairs, "Sorry, ma!"

She pointed at the TV remote he was holding before she started speaking, "David, I swear to god if you don't tell me, I will shove that remote so far up your-"

"Sarah!" Her mother yelled yet again.

She sighed, and he responded, "Uh- Yea, he did." She deadpanned in his direction, "Then why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"You've literally been complaining about this kid since eighth grade, and I didn't want to deal with your drama."

"Bitch."

"Sarah Jacobs, if I hear one more goddamn curse come out of your mouth!" Davey and Sarah looked at one another and mouthed 'hypocrite.'

"Anyway, how did you find out, and does he know?" Davey wiggled his eyebrows.

"I just bumped into him, and no, he doesn't know. But he was acting really weird, though."

"Like, what kind of weird?"

"He was nice to me."

"Oh lord, the world is ending because Spot Conlon was nice to someone," he spoke with a sarcastic tone.

"David Jacobs, you are the bane of my existence."

"Cool," he paused, "But seriously though, you need to tell him, even if you hate him. Plus, you never know he might be better than you think. You know how much I used to hate Jack and look at us now."

"Yeah, you turned into the most disgusting couple I've ever seen," she hesitated, "How did you know that Jack was soulmate?"

"Saz, we were in like second grade, and he started scribbling on my arm mid-class. So you really don't need to make a big deal out of telling him."

"What'd he draw on his arm?"

He sighed and laughed, "The ugliest fucking cat you've ever seen."

"David!" Their mother called for a final time.

She went back to her room that night and thought about everything she could do. She ended up drawing a little flower on the back of her hand, then immediately stopped when she remembered that Spot would see it and frustratedly threw the marker across the room.

=-=-=

She woke up the next day contemplating if yesterday was a dream, actually not a dream, she thought, more of a nightmare. She got ready and practically dragged herself downstairs.

"Well, well, well, look who's all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!" Davey said sarcastically.

"Don't." He raised his hands in defense as Jack had done the day before.

Once she got to school, she was determined to find Jack and smack him. But first, she ran directly into the person she was trying to avoid.

"Sarah, really need to look where you're going," Spot said.

"Shit."

"Do you really hate me that much? Are you completely annoyed just having me within your sight?" He asked, only half sarcastic.

"Nonono- I just, uh, I'm in a bit of a hurry," she muttered out quickly and went in search of Katherine.

She practically ran when she saw Katherine, "Kath, there is an emotional emergency."

"Uh, okay?"

"Spot is my soulmate." She said with wide eyes.

"Oh, I'm happy that you found hi-" Sarah interrupted, "This isn't good! I have no idea what I'm doing!"

"Well, does he know?"

"No, but I don't really want to tell him."

"Okay, he needs to know. So, just tell him."

"We both know I'm not good at socializing, especially when it comes to my 'love life'."

"Then, just write on your arm or something he'd see it. And if he doesn't see it on his arm, he'll see it on yours, he pays enough attention to you know that there is something different."

"What do you me-" "And this could've been said over text, but you apparently want me to be late to first hour," she said to her friend, "But if you're worried he doesn't feel the same way, I guarantee you're just over thinking it."

She started to walk away when Sarah called out, "Thanks, Kath!" She began to think about everything Katherine had said. What did she mean that Spot pays a lot of attention to her? That was the only thought that rang through her head most of the day. She made sure to look at him every once in a while to see if he had been looking - she felt like a child doing this, but it didn't really matter to her then.

She finally decided to write on her hand to him, meet me in the parking lot after school. He looked down at his hand curiously, read it, then looked around at everyone to see if they had a pen to their hand.

Hours passed as Sarah patiently waited to talk to him. On the other hand, Spot was a nervous wreck. He wasn't ready to face whoever it was if it wasn't Sarah. Then the overwhelming thought hit him, what if it was Sarah? What if he got to spend the rest of his life with her?

=-=-=

Sarah sat in her car for a bit until she saw Spot wildly looking in every direction. She sighed, opened her door, and waved to him. He nearly fainted when he saw her. He didn't know what to other than walk up to her.

"Soo. What did you want to talk about?" He questioned, both sarcastic and excited.

"I think you might know."

"So, we are actually soulmates? This isn't a joke? And my real soulmate isn't pop out behind one of these cars?" He genuinely asked.

"I wouldn't joke about this, and for proof-" She stuck out her arm, "- that I'm not lying."

"Oh," He said and suavely grabbed her hand.

"We are holding hands," Sarah squeaked out awkwardly.

"Imeanifyou'renotokaywithitIcanletgo." He dropped her hand.

She quickly grabbed his hand again, "No, it's fine, I was just, kinda, sorta surprised," she paused a moment, "I'm not gonna lie, I don't really know how to do the whole 'relationship' thing."

He shrugged, "Just do what you think is right."

She immediately stuck out her arms awkwardly, "Hug?"

"Sure," he laughed and wrapped his arms around her.

[violetwolfraven]

For the prompt thingy: I'm getting very strong Javid vibes from 29, so maybe that in canon era?

I didn’t realize I was gay for you until someone else pointed it out and I’m a dumbass but can I be your dumbass?

I already did this one with this ship but I can do it again and try another angle! Hope you like it! Also I hope you don’t mind a side of newsbians!

Tw: referenced period-typical homophobia and the word ‘queer’ but not used as a slur.

...

“Hey, Davey?”

“Yeah?”

“Do ya ever think about... love?”

Davey wasn’t sure why Sarah was asking him. He’d never courted anyone. Honestly, their mama would probably be a better person to ask, but she wasn’t home today, and neither was Papa.

Les rolled his eyes and went back to the book he was reading. He wasn’t quite old enough to care about romance yet.

“Uh...” Davey shrugged, “I dunno. I guess I think about it sometimes.”

Sarah looked uncomfortable, which was unusual for her.

This was the girl who had made friends with Spot Conlon in under ten minutes. The girl who punched Morris Delancey in the face. She was the older twin, and honestly, Davey had always seen her as nearly unshakable.

“Hey, what is it, Saz?”

“It’s nothing,” she said quickly, “It’s nothing too... big. It’s just...”

“She’s in love with Kath,” Les said absentmindedly.

Sarah’s face went red, “Les! Oh my God!”

“What?” he asked, “It’s obvious.”

“It’s not,” Davey assured her.

He was still processing their little brother’s words.

He hadn’t seen it, because it wasn’t obvious, but now that Les mentioned it...

He could see it. He could see the lingering glances, the laughter at jokes that really weren’t funny, the asking about her latest story...

His sister had been long gone over Katherine Plumber for some time, and he probably should have seen it before right now.

His sister was queer. That was... surprising. But it was Sarah. Davey couldn’t imagine holding it against her.

“It’s not obvious,” he said gently, trying to calm her down, “I’m glad ya found some—“

“Yeah it is,” Les interrupted, looking up from his book to cause chaos yet again, “Just like how literally everybody knows you’s in love with Jack.”

Davey almost choked on air, “I’m what now?”

“You’re not?” Sarah asked quizzically.

“Everybody thinks I’m in love with Jack?! He’s my best friend, but we’re just friends!”

Les facepalmed.

Sarah looked skeptical.

“Davey... I honestly thought you and Jack were already together and just weren’t telling anyone because... well, y’know. But even if you aren’t together, you probably should be.”

“I don’t like him like that!”

“Davey—“

“Y’know how stuck up you were before the strike?” Les interrupted, slamming his book shut and looking supremely annoyed, “You never even turned your homework in late or loosened your tie outside home. Then suddenly, we meet Jack, and ya lose the stick up your ass?”

“Excuse me?” Davey asked incredulously.

“Where did you learn that?” Sarah asked reproachfully.

“Uh... nowhere.”

Davey was betting it was probably Race.

“Anyway,” their little brother continued, “It’s the same with Jack. He’s always lookin’ ‘round at everyone else, like they might disappear if he doesn’t. Crutchie says he’s always done that. And I’s seen him on days when ya don’t sell, Davey. He’s different. But when you’re around, he doesn’t worry so much.”

“It’s true,” Sarah admitted, “Jack’s different when you aren’t around. It’s like he has no impulse control, but also like he can’t relax for a second cause he’s too worried about the younger kids.”

“And besides that, you guys touch all the time,” Les pointed out, “And sometimes it’s like ya talk usin’ just your eyes. Do ya understand my point, big brother?”

Davey did, unfortunately, but he still wasn’t sure if Les was right.

He’d definitely never had romantic feelings for a girl before. Hell, he barely noticed girls. He’d assumed that was because he was too busy with school or work, but now...

Davey’s old classmates had never missed out on staring at pretty girls. And the other newsies flirted with girls plenty, Jack included.

Jack. Jack who flirted with girls to sell papes but clearly (at least to anyone who actually knew him) didn’t actually care if he got a response. Who cracked jokes that Davey always assumed were friendly banter but in hindsight might have been real flirting. Who put on a show of confidence and optimism in front of everyone else but would let down his guard when they were alone.

And maybe Davey hadn’t realized it before, but he let his guard down around Jack, too.

They... kind of brought out the best in each other, honestly. They had since they met.

And looking back, it wasn’t like Davey didn’t notice when Jack took his shirt off while painting during summer months.

God, he was an idiot for not recognizing his feelings for what they were.

“Yeah,” Les said smugly, seeing the realization on his face, “Sazzy, I assume you’re smarter than Davey?”

“Hey!”

Sarah nodded, still seeming exceedingly uncomfortable, “Always have been.”

“Sarah!”

“Well, I am in touch enough with my emotions to know I have feelings for Katherine.”

Davey really hated how he couldn’t argue.

Les laughed, picking his book back up, “Sarah, do me a favor and make a move first, will ya? I got a bet with Albert.”

“You what?” Sarah asked incredulously.

That little shit. Davey loved his little brother with all his heart, but the kid was picking up a few too many bad habits from his friends.

Davey also loved said friends dearly, but he would need to give the more chaotic ones a talk about what was appropriate around the Littles, Les included.

For today, he smirked, elbowing his twin, “Permission to make a move first?”

“Oh, by all means. Do it.”

They dodged as their little brother threw a book at their heads.

...

Bonus:

“Hey, Crutchie, just a heads up, Davey ain’t happy I learned swear words. Ya might wanna watch out.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, kid. Everybody always assumes it’s Race who teaches the Littles swear words.”