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Joining The Superfriends - Chapter 28

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“Alex, where’s Lena?”

Alex pushes back on Kara’s shoulders, stopping her from trying to sit up and get out of bed for at least the sixth time in less than two hours. “She’s got a lot on her plate and I think she needs some time to come to terms with everything.”

“What do you mean?”

“She sat by your side for five days straight, Kara. She spent most of that time doing nothing but worrying about you and hasn’t taken the time to properly process what happened with and to Lex. Her brother just died and that will impact her life massively.”

Kara closes her eyes, trying to get the image of Lex’s corpse out of her mind. “Yeah. That’s a lot. Is she mad at me?”

Alex looks down at her sister’s panic-stricken face. “No, no, of course not. She understands, and she actually told Kelly that she’s grateful it wasn’t her that did it, even if she hates that you now have to carry that burden.”

“So she’ll be back?”

“I’m sure she will be,” Alex confirms. “I’ll text her soon and see if she has an approximate time, but hopefully she’s decided to get some proper sleep in her own bed. She’s been pushing herself to the limit to be with you while you were unconscious. I think it’s probably all just caught up with her now.”

Kara nods slowly. “I get it. I still wish she was here, but she should look after herself.”

“It’s ok to want that, Kara. There’s no shame in wanting things. It’s only when you push someone else’s feelings aside for your own that you’re being selfish. Hell, sometimes we deserve to be selfish. As much as I want to push you to do that right now, Lena needs some time. She really does.”

“Ok…just,” Kara pauses momentarily, trying to find a nice way to word her next sentence. “Can you keep everyone away from me for a while?”

“Everyone or Mon-El?” Alex raises her eyebrow at her little sister.

“Both. I don’t want to deal with Mon-El right now and I don’t want to be interrogated by Winn either. I just want to rest for a while and try to wrap my head around everything.”

Alex squeezes her hand softly. “Ok, I can do that. I’ll tell everyone you’ve gone back to sleep. You should actually do that.”

Shaking her head, Kara snuggles into her pillow. “I don’t know if I can do that. I’m pretty achy and my mind is just everywhere. “I might read for a while. Can I borrow your tablet?”

Alex grabs it and swipes away all her open windows before handing it over. “I’ll leave you to it because you’re obviously not ready to talk yet and I’d be wasting my breath trying to get you to. Shout me if you feel weird. We’re pretty sure the kryptonite is all out of your system, but you’re not fully healed yet. It’s important you do.”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good. Now, I’m going to go and entertain everyone so they stay out of your hair. You owe me one.”

“I think I owe you more than one.” Kara smiles at her softly. “Thanks for taking such good care of me.”

“Always,” Alex promises, backing out of the med bay.

“Oh, and Alex?”

“Yes, Kara?” Alex sighs fondly.

Kara clutches the tablet to her chest as she peers over at her sister, her hair falling in her eyes and blocking her vision somewhat. “Are Sam and Jack coming?”

Alex shrugs. “I don’t know, why?”

“Lena should have her friends here to support her. Especially now. I know Sam works at Luthor Corp, so there’s probably a huge mess for her to clean up now Lex is gone, but surely at least Jack can come?”

“I’ll give them a call.”

“Thank you.”

“Now rest.”

“Ok,” Kara replies softly as Alex finally retreats out of the room.

With her sister gone, Kara leans back, not even turning on the tablet in her grasp, too preoccupied thinking about the mess Lena has to deal with now. Between Lex’s death, the destruction of the city, the deaths of all the civilians and dealing with Luthor Corp, Lena’s plate is so full it’s overflowing. She just hopes Lena will let her be there for her through it all.

-

Lena pulls the duvet around herself more firmly, then takes a moment to flick her damp hair out of her face. The shower was nice, but trying to reach over her shoulder to coat her healing wounds with anti-septic cream afterwards wasn’t. It’s done now though, even if it did wear her out. She really wants to be back at Kara’s side, but now that she knows she’s awake, she doesn’t feel as panicked. There’s not the same pit in her stomach or the little voice in her head telling her that Kara might not wake up. She just feels lighter. Lighter but tired.

She knew as soon as she made it back home that she would end up in bed for a while before going back to the Tower. She just needs a breather. It doesn’t help that she knows that when she does go back, she has to fight against Kara’s ex, who apparently hates her. The revelation that Kara once bitched about her family is neither here nor there. She couldn’t care less really. After all, who hasn’t bitched about her family at this point? What bothers her is that Kara’s ex decided it was alright to try and start a fight over Kara’s bed right after she just woke up from a five-day coma. That she can’t overlook.

Personally, she’s got nothing against the guy. He can say or think whatever he wants about her. What he can’t do is make Kara’s life harder or make her uncomfortable in any way. Who even comes to visit their ex after a near-death experience anyway? Someone who wants to worm their way back into her life, that’s who. Like hell is Lena going to sit back and let that happen. They might not have had the chance to make it official yet, but she’s pretty damn sure they’re at least seventy percent of the way there.

Allowing her eyes to droop closed without resisting the urge to sleep for the first time in days is a kind of bliss Lena can’t describe. It’s been long awaited just as much as she dreaded it. She doesn’t get to enjoy it for long though because she barely lasts five minutes before she’s off into the dream world.

Her mistake comes with not silencing her phone before going to bed. She should know by now that if Sam and Jack can make her life worse in any way, they’ll do it.

“What do you want?” A groggy Lena answers her phone, pissed that she’s barely slept at all and she’s already been awoken.

“That’s not very nice.”

“What’s not very nice is being awake for almost five days straight with only crappy naps between. I just got to sleep. I’ll call you back when I wake up again. Good night.”

“Oh no, the fuck you don’t.” Sam harshens her voice. “As much as I hate that you’ve barely slept, this is important.”

Lena huffs and rolls onto her back, kicking her legs against her mattress like a stroppy teen. “But Sam…” She whines.

“No, this has to do with Luthor Corp. Lex’s death certificate has been filed now. That means that legally, the company is now yours. You just have to come and sign on the dotted line. You’ll have to come to Metropolis though.”

“And you couldn’t have waited a little longer for me to sleep before asking me to come to another city in the midst of nobody being able to get anywhere due to the fact that National City’s airport literally got flattened by the weird-ass leg of Lex’s spider ship?”

Sam clicks her tongue and sighs down the line at her. “Lena, I appreciate that you’re not having a good time right now, especially knowing your brother is dead. I know you cared for him even after everything. I’m sorry for that. I’ve bought you as much time as I could with Luthor Corp, but there’s already talks of your mother trying to find a way to get her hands on the company.”

“Let her have it, Sam. I don’t want it.”

“I know you don’t, but you can’t let your mother have that power. She’s just as bad as Lex was, and look at what he did.”

Sam can practically hear Lena’s brain whirring down the phone.

“I just don’t know if I can do it, Sam?”

“Not even just for as long as it would take for you to find someone you trust to run it?”

“I trust you.”

“I can’t run it, you know that. I have Ruby.”

Lena sits up with a frown, propping her pillow up behind her haphazardly. “I know. I just…I don’t know how to run a company. I can build things, I can fix things, I can give a mean right hook. I don’t know how to run a company.”

Lena can hear the shuffle through the line as Sam shrugs. “That’s why you’ll have help. I know you’ve got a damn good team on your side back in National City, but you’ve also got a pretty good one here too. I’m with you, Jack is with you, and you’ve got a whole team of literal superheroes with you. You can change the world for the better now, Lena. Don’t waste your shot.”

There’s a brief silence on the line.

“Ok, fine. I’ll figure out how to get to Metropolis as soon as possible.”

“I’d say just use Super-air. I can say first-hand that she offers a first-class experience.”

Lena clears her throat. “I’ll ask J’onn. She’s…”

“How bad?”

“Pretty bad. She only just woke up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” Lena sniffs quietly. “I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”

“Good. I love you.”

“Love you too, Sammy.”

-

Lena rubs her eyes, still awfully tired but feeling at least a little better compared to when she went to sleep.

Grabbing her phone, she sees that she managed to get almost six hours of rest, and that’s much more than she was expecting, so she is happy with that. She just has to get through her list of things to do that’s a mile long.

She squints at her notifications and sees that she has a handful of texts to answer, most of them from the Superfriends just checking in with a couple from Jack too, telling her that if she doesn’t let him know when she’s in town so they can get drunk together, he’ll throw a hissy fit.

Alex’s text sits right on top, so she figures she can answer her and she’ll let the others know. Jack takes days to answer texts so he can’t say anything about a bit of tardiness in responding. She can handle him later.

She drags herself out of bed, stretching out her stiff back and dripping her jaw to let out a yawn that makes her jaw crack. “Ok, so I just have to make sure Kara is alright, potentially fight her ex and take over an entire company before coming up with a way to help rebuild the city. That’s only four things. That’s not too bad.” Staring at her reflection in her bathroom mirror, she sighs. “Who am I kidding? This is going to be hell.”

Lena rolls her shoulders, trying to get rid of some of the stiffness there, and then she nods at herself in the mirror. She’s got work to do and moping won’t help anyone.

She gets dressed as quickly as possible before brushing her teeth and washing her face. The quicker she can get to the Tower, the faster she can get things rolling, and the quicker it’ll all be over.

As quick as she wants to get there and sort everything though, she still has a lot on her mind and she needs to take a moment to take everything in. Walking to the Tower, she stares at the damage left on the city. Damage that definitely wasn’t there when she moved here. Damage that she is partly responsible for. If she hadn’t moved here then none of this would have happened. If she hadn’t moved here, her brother would be alive. If she hadn’t moved here, Kara wouldn’t be hurt.

“Lena, I’m so glad you’re here.” Nia bumps into her as she walks out of the front door to J’onn’s P.I. firm. “Everyone is upstairs. We’ve spent the past hour or so figuring out the best way to help with the clean-up of the city. I think your big brain could do us some major favours in figuring out the best place to start.”

“Sure.” Lena nods. “Where are you going?”

“Just grabbing coffee and breakfast. You want me to grab you some too?”

Lena forces a smile onto her face. “If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I won’t be long.”

“Take your time.”

Nia grimaces. “I absolutely won’t do that. Alex gave me a very colourful threat because she’s caffeine-deprived and hangry. It’s better for everyone if I hurry.”

Lena chuckles and the fake smile turns genuine, just for a second. “That’s probably for the best then. See you soon.”

“Bye.” Nia waves, the door clicking shut softly behind her.

Lena’s shoulders sag as she wanders across the room and watches the elevator appear before her, glancing behind her for a moment before she steps inside.

Peering through the elevator doors, she realizes it’s in full view of the front window. She should really tell J’onn to do something about that. Anyone could walk past at the wrong moment and see something none of them want some randomer to see.

She sinks against the back wall as the doors close, letting her eyes fall shut as the gentle motion reminds her of the sleep she missed out on. Now, she kind of wishes she’d tried to get a couple more hours of rest before coming in, but she figures there’s no rest for the sister of the wicked.

Alex and Kelly are sitting in the main area as she steps out into the space. “Hey.”

“Hey, how are you?” Kelly asks, nothing but kindness and sincerity written across her face.

“I’ve been better. I managed to get a few hours of sleep so I’ll count that as a win.”

Alex frowns at her, her arms folding. “Why am I sensing a but?”

“Because there is one.” She shrugs. “With Lex dead, Luthor Corp is now mine, as we already knew. What I didn’t realize was how little time I have to get over to Metropolis to handle it all.”

Kelly’s eyebrows lift in shock. “You have to go to Metropolis?”

“Unfortunately.” Lena sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, stressed at the very thought. “I’ll have to see if J’onn is willing to fly me over. Sam called and told me there’s already talk of my mother trying to take the company. The only way I can stop that is by going over and making the switch official. My mother might not be quite as bad as Lex, but I can assure you that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. She’s trouble and shouldn’t be in control of a multi-million dollar company.”

Alex uses her foot to nudge out the seat beside her. “Come on.”

Lena does as she’s told, plopping down gracelessly. “Sam is doing everything she can to buy me time; that’s pretty much all she’s been doing for the past few days. Luckily, she’s CFO, or else I’d have had to try and find a way to Metropolis even sooner.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

She shakes her head softly. “I doubt it. Just…take my mind off it, just for a few more hours. I saw Nia downstairs, and she said you’re trying to figure out how to handle the destruction. Let me see your plan. I can help with that.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Trading bureaucratic destruction for city-wide physical destruction doesn’t seem healthy.” Alex challenges.

“And running around the city in masks fighting bad guys with alien technology is the healthiest thing a person can do, right?”

“Touché.”

“Can you guys go ten minutes without arguing?” Kara staggers into the room, one arm wrapped protectively around her middle and the other using the doorframe to help her balance.

Alex shoots up to her feet immediately, rushing to her side, Lena not far behind. “You’re not meant to be up yet. You’re still healing.”

“But Alex—”

“No buts, you need more rest and more sunlight. You might be out of the woods kryptonite-wise, but you still have some pretty gnarly wounds that need to heal. Look at you, you can barely stand without wincing.”

Kara pouts at her, hoping to win her sister over, but all she gets is a hard stare in response. That’s not going to get her anywhere. She changes tactics, pouting over at Lena, hoping to garner her sympathy and protection. “I just want to come and sit with you guys.”

Lena shakes her head. “We won’t be long. Why don’t you head back to the med bay and we’ll come and join you soon?”

“If you’re going to be done soon, I might as well just hang out with you guys until you’re done.” Kara bats away the two sets of hands attempting to steady her and usher her back towards the med bay.

Shaking her head, Lena sighs. “Come on. We’ll be ten minutes tops, and we’re just doing boring planning anyway. We just want you to heal as quickly as possible.”

“I know.” Kara swallows harshly and lowers her voice, talking through gritted teeth. “I just don’t think I can heal very well when my ex is busy talking shit about all of our choices right outside the med bay where I have to listen to him bitching.”

Alex rolls her eyes. “Of course he is. Kara, what did you ever see in him?”

“A partner whose nose I wouldn’t accidentally break.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Lena’s eyes widen.

“It doesn’t matter.” Alex waves her off nonchalantly. “I’ll handle it, Kara. I’ll walk you back to bed and then you won’t have to worry about him, ok?”

Kara’s shoulders drop and she catches Lena’s hand. “Will you come sit with me when you’re done?”

“Of course I will. I won’t be long.”

Kara’s pout disappears, her face brightening like she’s just stepped outside on a sunny day.  “Good, see you soon.”

“See you.” Lena waves her off, worry building in her chest when she notices just how unsteady she is on her feet as Alex guides her away.

-

“Just keep your mouth shut, Mon-El. Now isn’t the time for you to come waltzing in acting like you know everything because you’ve been in the future for a whole five minutes.”

“I just happen to have read the history books, and I know that Luthors just happen to be on the wrong side of history.” Mon-El’s indignant tone cuts through the air and into the med bay, making sure that Kara won’t get any rest today.

“I’ve literally never seen you read a book before.” Winn’s confused voice at least brings a smile to Kara’s face. She’s missed the guy, even if he can be a little annoying and is terrible at keeping her secrets.

Mon-El’s offended gasp rids her of that momentary joy. “I once read Romeo and Juliet. Just ask Kara. There’s your proof, and so what if I haven’t read any history books? I still know that the Luthors aren’t good people. Why are you people acting so dense?”

A loud slap rings through the air, the sound making Kara wince. That was definitely an Alex slap, and Alex slaps are spicy, to say the least.

“What was that for?”

“For one, I know you’ve read that book, and you defiled it by writing nonsense all over the pages, and secondly, we’re not the ones acting dense. You’re the one being prejudiced against someone you don’t even know. You’d think the prince of Daxam would know that your family doesn’t define your beliefs or your morals. That is unless you’ve gone back to your slave-owning ways?”

Kara can just picture him shaking his head cartoonishly and backing away from Alex, trying to escape her harsh words. “Of course not! I would never do that.”

“But you did. Does that mean you’re still a bad person? Does that mean that because of who you are, you’ll forever be a bad person?”

“No! I’m good! I saved the world.”

“So has Lena, but you’re too busy calling her out for actions that aren’t hers that you can’t see that you’re only hurting the people around you. Kara is still healing. She got very badly hurt by Lex and Lena is the one that saved her. Lena protected her. Lena is the reason she’s still alive. You’re just the person stressing her out so badly that she keeps leaving the med bay just to get away from you and your incessant whining. Pull yourself together before I send you back to the future by whatever means necessary.”

If Kara were a betting woman, she’d put money down saying that Mon-El is quivering in a corner looking like a kicked puppy right now. She’s not entirely sure what she saw in him before. Sure, he was kind of like having an excitable border collie around. Cute at times but so energetic and chaotic, he leaves nothing but damage in his wake. Unfortunately, what she saw was his potential to serve the herd. The herd being the people of Earth.

“Let me go apologize to her.” She hears him say, sadness coating his words.

“She does deserve an apology, but you’ve kept her up long enough with your bullshit. Move into another room away from here where you’re bothering her and let her rest. She needs to sleep and recover, not listen to you acting like you know best for everyone around you.”

“But—”

“No buts, get your ass up and get out of here. I don’t care where you go, but you’re not going anywhere near either Kara or Lena unless you have my permission. Understand?”

A silence follows that makes Kara nervous, anxiety bubbling in her chest.

Alex clears her throat. “Understand?”

“I got it.”

“Good.”

Footsteps echo as the three of them filter out of the room and further away from her until she can’t hear them at all. She kind of wishes that her powers weren’t still gone. Clearly, the kryptonite caused a lot of damage if she solar flared, but she’s kind of grateful. There’s no impending crisis right now, which means she has to be on edge without them. She can just enjoy the moment without overthinking it too much. That’s something she doesn’t get to have often, and she intends on basking in the glow of not having the pressure of the world sitting heavy on her shoulders.

She lets her eyes slip closed, but just as she starts drifting off with the warmth of the sunlamps keeping her nice and toasty, she hears footsteps return and with those footsteps comes dread. She knows those footsteps.

“Kara?”

She keeps her eyes closed, praying he’ll get the hint and leave her alone.

“Psst, Kara.” He tries again.

Still, she makes a conscious effort to keep her face relaxed to not give away the fact that she’s awake.

Then her shoulder is grasped and she’s being shaken hard enough to make her gasp out in pain, her eyes finally popping open.

“Ah, fuck!” She grabs at her wounds, now thoroughly pissed and in pain. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I just need to talk to you.”

“Like fuck you do.” Lena’s sharp voice comes from the doorway. “I don’t know what was running through your obviously pea-sized brain, probably nothing of substance, but you’ve got some wires crossed. You just hurt her and woke her up for no good reason when I know that Alex just kicked you out of this part of the Tower.”

“With all due respect, this is between Kara and me.”

“Kara and I.”

“What?”

“It’s Kara and I, not Kara and me. If you’re going to start talking shit, at least be grammatically correct about it.”

Mon-El’s fists clench, and he turns fully towards her, standing directly between Kara and Lena. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you? You’re just like him, and you’re only going to hurt her.”

Lena’s eyebrow raises, her face nothing short of icy. “Like you just did?”

“You didn’t see what happened. She’s not hurt because of me.”

“So she just yelped in pain from what? Just lying there?”

“Must have done.”

Lena shakes her head as she lets out a short laugh. This guy is a piece of work. She takes a step back and turns her head towards the door. “Alex!” She shouts at the top of her voice.

Just like that, Mon-El turns white. He might be a lot stronger than the average human, but if there’s one person he’s scared of, it’s Alex, and he just went behind her back to do exactly what he’d been told not to do.

Lena can hear Alex’s hurried footsteps getting louder and louder as she approaches, drawing closer rapidly as Mon-El gets visibly more anxious with each step, his hands gripped into tight fists. At the same time, his eyes dart around the room in an attempt to find a way to escape.

Alex storms into the room, not knowing what’s waiting for her but intuitive enough to know that whatever it is, it’s not good.

She spots Mon-El facing off with Lena and knows right then and there that this isn’t going to be a pretty fight. “Who wants to tell me what in the actual fuck is going on?”

Lena clenches her jaw, remaining silent. She wants to see what kind of shit this complete and utter asshole is about to spout.

Mon-El does something Lena wasn’t expecting. He squares up to Alex, his shoulder back, his spine straightening and his fists held firm at his sides as he glares down at the redhead. “She’s dangerous and Kara’s not safe around her. I was doing what I had to in order to keep her safe. She can’t be here if you’re allowing someone like that to be around her. Look at what her brother just did; she could kill her at any moment, and the only one to blame would be you because you let it happen.”

Alex doesn’t hesitate to react. Using her Hand of the soldier, she summons up a boxing glove lined with lead and hits him squarely in the face, knocking him back and right onto his ass.

He cries out in anguish when blood starts to pour from his nose, not broken, unfortunately. “What the fuck, Alex?”

“Stay the hell away from us, Mon-El. I told you to stay away, and yet here you are, coming back where you’re not welcome to accuse someone you don’t know of something they’re incapable of doing. You’re a mess. You’re dangerous. Get the fuck out.”

“You’re not going to ask her what happened?” He throws his hands in the air. “You don’t want to ask her what she did? You seem to like attacking me, but you haven’t even got the full story.”

Alex sighs, dematerializes the boxing glove and folds her arms before turning to Lena. “Is there more to the story, Lena?”

“Yes, he grabbed her and hurt her.”

Alex’s eyes darken instantaneously. “Brainy!”

The Coluan comes scuttling in quickly. “How can I help?”

“Get this piece of shit out of the Tower now before I kill him.”

There’s the barest hint of a nod before Brainy pulls Mon-El off the floor and ushers him to the door.

The Daxamite doesn’t go easily though, pushing back against Brainy’s hands to turn back. “I was getting her out of here because you’re not keeping her safe.”

“I suggest you leave very quickly because I estimate that the next weapon Alex materializes won’t be a boxing glove.”

Mon-El snarls before huffing his way out the door, barely turning his head to spit out one last line as he leaves. “You’re going to regret this when she turns out to be exactly like her brother, just you wait.”

Lena shakes her head at the man, infuriated by his saviour complex and need to villainize her when he doesn’t know a single thing about her other than her last name.

Her gaze meets the side of Alex’s face and she’s shocked by the amount of pure rage she sees there before she remembers that she just told her that he hurt Kara. Kara, who she needs to check on. She turns quickly, rushing to Kara’s side, panicking as she finds the woman on her side, her back to the door. She’s curled in on herself, her hands thrown over her ears protectively and her knees to her chest.

“Kara?” Lena round the bed, crouching next to her so her eyes are in line with Kara’s closed ones. They’re shut so tightly little lines are spreading across her face from the force.

She reaches out carefully, her fingertips just barely brushing against the cowering woman’s wrist. The tiniest bit of pressure causes her to rear back and pretty much fling herself off the bed, landing on the floor in a pile of useless limbs.

“Kara!” Lena cries out, rushing to get to her side. Her eyes instantly rake over Kara’s body in search of injuries. “Are you ok?”

Kara’s hands remain over her ears, but now her eyes are wide open, looking like they might pop right out of her skull at any moment.

“Kara, you’re ok. I promise you, you’re ok.” Lena creeps closer, afraid to touch her in case she reacts badly again.

Alex sprints into the room, and it takes Lena a second to realize that she must have made sure that Mon-El really left this time, or else she would have been in here with them a lot sooner.

“Alex, I don’t know what’s happening. She was on the bed, but when I touched her wrist she threw herself off the other side to get away from me. I don’t know what to do.”

Alex holds her hands out in front of Kara, moving slowly so she can clearly see her intentions. Her hands slowly descend to land on Kara’s forearms, and Lena watches with rapt attention.

Alex’s eyes flicker between Kara’s and Lena’s for a second before she addresses Lena whilst looking deeply into Kara’s eyes. “She’s alright, Lena. She’s going to be just fine. She’s just panicking and overwhelmed.”

Kara stares back at Alex, unblinking and seemingly frozen. Lena can’t help but find it a little odd. Her breathing appears normal, if not a little deeper than usual, but she’s not gasping for breath, not struggling against whatever is happening. She’s just embracing it and riding her way through it.

“What’s happening, Alex?” Lena whispers.

“She’s fine,” Alex responds in a hushed voice, carefully prying her hands down and away from her ears. “She’s just fine.”

“Alex?” Kara whimpers.

“I’m here,” Alex reassures, taking that as her cue to pull her sister into a hug. “Both me and Lena are here and we’re not going anywhere. I promise.”

Lena nods despite the fact that Kara can’t see her face. “We’re not leaving, Kara.”

Tentatively, she reaches out to press her hand to the centre of Kara’s back and lets out a heavy breath of relief when she doesn’t shy away.

They sit like that for several long minutes. Alex holds her tightly while Lena strokes her hand up and down the centre of her back in a slow, purposeful rhythm, completely predictable. Then, Kara leans back, sniffling a little and wiping her eyes before tears can fall. “Thanks.”

“Are you ok?” Lena murmurs.

Kara nods shakily. “Yeah, sorry. It just…I was…I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to know,” Alex says, standing up and pulling Kara with her, urging her to get back on the bed. “Lie down. I’m going to have to check you over.”

“I’m good.”

“I’m sure you are, but I’m not going to stop worrying until I’ve seen it for myself, so just humour me, alright?”

“Ok.” Kara doesn’t put up a fight, and it’s clear that she isn’t in the right state of mind to be able to for some time yet. “That’s ok. Lena, will you stay with me?”

Lena moves to her side, taking her hand. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Kara hums. “Can you stay with me tonight? I don’t want to stay here alone, and I don’t think Alex will let me out of here yet.”

Lena had to stop herself from agreeing, guilt already building up in her chest, heavy and uncomfortable. “I can’t, I’m sorry.”

A heavy silence fills the room.

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Sam called and she can’t put off everything going on with Luthor Corp any longer. I have to go or else the company could fall into my mother’s hands, and she’s just as bad as my brother.”

Kara blinks slowly before tightening her grip on Lena’s hand. “You have to go then. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. Just call me?”

Lena’s eyebrows pinch together in worry. “I’m sorry, Kara. If I could stay, I would. I don’t even want to go. If I could just leave it and not have anything to do with Luthor Corp or anything to do with the Luthor name at all, I would. I really would.”

“I know.” Kara forces a smile, one that both Alex and Lena can see through.

“I’ll look after her and stay with her.” Alex squeezes Lena’s arm, seeing the conflicting emotions hiding behind emerald eyes. “You do what you have to do and then come back to us, alright?”

Lena hums her agreeance and raises Kara’s hand up, kissing the back of it softly. “I promise I’ll be as quick as I can. This is my home now. National City is my home and I don’t really want to leave.”

Kara holds their joined hands on her belly, her free hand holding onto Lena’s wrist, preventing her from leaving, and Lena’s not about to pull away. Sam can wait a while longer.

Inevitably, she’ll have to go, but she’s happy to stay for as long as she can in the meantime.

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#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x lena #fanfic #cw supergirl #supercorp endgame #supercorp fanfic #joining the superfriends #chaoticsuper

[themultifandomgal]

Connor Rhodes- Nightmare

"YN come on we're gonna be late" April jumps off my bed as I'm just finishing up my lipstick

"Ok. I'm done" I put down my lipstick and check my phone "we're not late anyway we've got another 10 minutes before we need to leave"

"Yes but knowing you it's going to take 20 to get you to chose your shoes

"Hey I'm not that bad" I laugh grabbing my purse from my bed and go to my shoe rack by the front door. I quickly chose what I'm wearing and we leave my apartment to my car.

We're halfway to the restaurant where we're meant to be meeting our boyfriends Connor and Ethan, when the car suddenly stops in the middle of nowhere. I get out of my car and groan

"I'll call Connor" I say getting out my phone about to ring my boyfriend. I then see I have no signal "April have you got signal?"

"No. Damn it" I know a little about cars thanks to growing up alongside Kelly so I go to have a look. I put up the hood of the car when I hear April scream

"April?" I run over to her on the floor covered in blood. My hands immediately go to put pressure on her wound

"Run" she whispers

"What? Why would I..." I'm cut off by someone grabbing me from behind. I start to scream

"Shhh baby it's ok. It's just me" I hear my ex Jack say.

2 years ago I broke up with Jack thanks to the help of Chicago Pd. Turns out he was a drug dealer, but he was making weird concoctions that were killing people, mainly teenagers. Jack recently escaped prison and I've been under protection since PD think he's going to come after me

"How did you get out?" I ask terrified

"I'll always get you back baby" he says in my ear which makes me shiver. April on shaking legs stands up "let me just deal with this one" he points at April

"No please leave her" Jack throws me on the floor "April run" I scream and she legs it Jack runs after her and catches up. He stabs her the stomach multiple times

"APRIL NO" I scream then cry

"Tut tut. That was a very bad idea" I get up and run, Jack running after me. I hide in a bush "come out come out wherever you are" I manage to get signal and start to type on my phone to send a text but Connor starts ringing me "there you are" I scream as he stabs me, I'm lying on the floor in and out of consciousnesses when I can hear someone telling me to wake up....

"Babe, baby" I open my eyes, my chest is tight "baby look at me. Your ok. It's me. No one is going to get you. I'm right here" Connor pulls me into his arms even tighter, if that was possible. He places kisses on my head waiting for me to calm down "was it the same dream?" I nod my head. Once my breathing steadies Connor asks "do you want to talk about it?"

"He hurt April this time. I watched him stab her"

"April is ok I promise. He won't hurt anyone"

"But what if he does? What if he finds the people I care about and hurts them?"

"He doesn't know who your friends are they're going to be ok"

"But what if..."

"Enough what ifs. Your safe. We're all safe I promise" Connor places another kiss on my head "Voight will find Jack and he will be locked up for the rest of his life"

"But he escaped once whats to say he won't again?"

"Voight won't let it happen. Try and get some more sleep"

"Ok" I sigh closing my eyes listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat and focusing on the feeling of him stroking my hair.

Thankfully I manage to go to sleep and this time I don't have any nightmares. Hopefully Jack will be caught soon so I can calm the hell down and stop having nightmares.

#connor rhodes #connor rhodes imagine #connor rhodes x y/n #connor rhodes x you #connor rhodes x reader #Connor Rhodes x yn #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago med

[youaintnothinbuta]

I’m so glad I found a person who writes for newsies! Can you write something about Jack being super protective and caring about the reader? They aren’t dating yet but whenever the Delancy bros bother her or another newsie he’s like 🏃 “gotta go protect my girl”

Thank you!!!

“You don’t need to put up with their nonsense.” - jack kelly x reader 

Summary: ^^^

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 413

Warnings: none, fluff, probably typosss you know how I am

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You navigated the crowded sidewalk, your focus set on the task that was getting your stack of papes for the day. You dreaded this point in the morning, as the Delancey Brothers were never particularly kind.

As you approached the gates, Oscar and Morris intercepted your path. A pair of mischievous grins painted their faces as they watched you, you knew their snide remarks were about to begin.

“Look who we got here, you lost little girl?” Oscar quipped, a sly grin playing on his face. You startled slightly as he jumped in your face out of nowhere.

Morris joined in, “What's the matter, sweetheart? You’re not scared of me, are ya?”

“Please, just gimme my papes.” You sighed, trying to brush off their comments, determined to maintain your composure. However, the relentless jabs persisted, wearing down your resolve with each passing word. Amidst the taunts, Jack, who had been preoccupied with sorting through a fresh batch of papes, caught wind of the commotion. His eyes narrowed as he observed the Delancey Brothers harassing you, a protective instinct flickering within him.

Without hesitation, Jack swiftly approached, his stride purposeful and his gaze piercing. “What's going on here?” he demanded, a subtle growl underlying his words.

Oscar, ever the provocateur, responded with a dismissive laugh. “Just having a little fun with the girl, Kelly. Nothing to get your feathers all ruffled about.”

Jack's eyes flashed with a mixture of concern and a simmering anger. He positioned himself between you and the Delancey Brothers. “What a poor excuse of a man you are to be picking on a girl like this.”

Morris scoffed, locking eyes with Jack. “Save the hero act. She ain’t bothered, are ya honey?”

You looked at Jack, your eyes asking him not to leave. Jack reached to your hand and took the pennies from you, he smacked them down in front of the Delancey brothers and snatched a stack of papers from Oscar, handing them to you. Jack's hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you away from the Delancey Brothers with a protective gesture. “You don't need to put up with their nonsense. Stick with me, I won’t let them harass you like that again.”

“Thank you, Jack.” Your cheeks were tinted slightly pink by his words.

As you continued on your way, Jack maintained a protective hold on you, casting a lingering, meaningful glance over his shoulder to ensure the Delancey Brothers got the message.

#newsies #newsies broadway #newsies jack kelly #jack kelly newsies #newsies imagine #racetrack newsies #race newsies #jack kelly #jeremy jordan newsies #jack kelly x reader #reader x jack kelly #jack kelly fluff #jack kelly x reader smut #jack kelly hcs #jack kelly headcanons #jack kelly smut #jeremy jordan jack kelly #reader c jack Kelly #newsies fanfic #newsies x reader #livesies

[thefactsofthematter]

this delancey brothers thing is so interesting to me because like,,, we get very little about their whole family life and backstory and the fandom has yet to come up with anything incredibly solid,,, anyways just thinking thoughts and i want to hear what you have to say

right?? i feel like for a while the fandom kinda shunned them bc of their role as villains… but a bad guy can be a compelling character too!!

i already gave a rundown of my backstory for them in the last ask i answered, so here’s my completely baseless thoughts regarding their personalities and relationship w each other!! @jack-kellys here’s the rest of my delancey nonsense 😙

- oscar is a deeply angry person. he doesn’t know how to feel anything else, when the world has been so cruel to him. he’s been trying to parent his little brother for years, in the shittiest of situations: from an abusive home, to jail, to their tiny bedroom at the newspaper office. wiesel is harsh with them, their job consists of long days of tedious work, and he often feels he has nothing to look forward to. he takes it out on everybody except morris, because he’s learned over the years that everyone is out to get him, so he may as well hurt them first. (hostile attribution bias anyone?? shoutout to all my fellow bitches who studied developmental psych 🤘)

- morris, on the other hand, strikes me as a little less angry and a little more scared. an odd hc of mine for him is that he’s on the fetal alcohol spectrum - he deals with numerous learning disabilities and developmental delays because of it, and it’s made all the trauma he’s experienced very hard to process. he finds his and oscar’s job frustratingly difficult: counting papes and keeping the numbers straight is hard for him, he hates how loud the newsies are (and how loud uncle wiesel is when he’s yelling), and he can’t focus for very long without getting the urge to jump and run and move around, which he knows he’s not allowed to do. he also knows he doesn’t speak very clearly— unless he’s very intentional with every syllable, which almost sounds worse because it’s so awkward, or using phrases he’s already practiced— so he’s given up on talking to anyone other than his big brother, for the most part. he lets oscar do most of the talking and is happy to back him up with his fists.

- oscar doesn’t really understand morris’s disability, but he tries not to think too hard about it. he doesn’t know why his brother needs help with certain things that seem easy— like knowing which shoe goes on which foot, or spelling the letters of his own name— but he’ll help him nonetheless, because that’s just what he needs to do. he thinks he might need to take care of morris forever, because it often seems like there’s some things the kid will just never get the hang of, but oscar doesn’t mind that, because at least it gives him some purpose. if he has to sit there every night and remind morris of the steps to getting cleaned up before bed (wash your face and hands, run a comb through your hair, fold up your clothes…) then at least he’s doing something helpful each day, and that makes him feel alright.

- a random anecdote that sorta sums them up (under the cut bc this is long already):

for morris’s 13th birthday, oscar steals a little stuffed dog from a shop, which morris names puppy and instantly clings to with all his might. at the time, oscar knows morris is too old for toys, but the way the kid lights up when the silly thing is handed to him makes everything worth it. he simply decides to accept that all the bullshit they’ve been through has made it hard for morris to grow up at the same rate as other people, so if babying him a little makes him this happy, that must be fine, right?

several years later, the first thing that ever compels oscar to lay a hand on wiesel is finding puppy in the trash on the front step on his way home from running errands, with its ears ripped off— he’s instantly sure that wiesel found it and took it from morris while he was gone. he charges inside and punches wiesel square across the jaw; he then spends the rest of the night barricaded in their bedroom, trying to messily sew puppy back together and simultaneously calm down his inconsolable little brother.

“you’re too big to cry, mo. you know that. you gotta cut it out before uncle hears you, alright?”

“but he took it. he took puppy away and wrecked it and said i can’t have it no more,” morris wails. “it ain’t fair, osc.”

“i know. i got it back and i’m trying to fix it, okay? i’ll get puppy good as new for you, i swear. you just gotta stop— you’re a big fella and you’re crying over a toy. you can’t be doing that.”

morris sniffles, obviously holding back a sob.

“you busted his head. why’d you do that?”

oscar shrugs. he finally manages to tie off a decent knot on one of the ears, which almost looks right again, despite his terrible stitches.

“i was mad. don’t no one mess with my brother without going through me, right?”

morris manages a smile, despite the way he’s still intently watching his beloved puppy be put back together, with tears in his eyes.

“right. and i’ll soak anyone who talks bad at you, i swear.”

wiesel beats oscar black and blue with his cane the next day, but oscar would take it a million times over for morris’s sake. when the newsies start wisecracking about oscar’s fresh cuts and bruises at distribution, morris starts beating on whichever of those loudmouths he can get his hands on until the whole lot of them have nothing more to laugh at.

the delancey brothers have each other’s backs at all fucking costs.

#so this is long but. i have been rotating these two in my mind and building them some characterization #so it’s just like. morris is very childlike on the inside and fighting is the only way he feels like he’s in charge. #oscar is just so goddamn mad at everyone and everything and needs to make it everyone’s problem or he’ll lose his mind. #they’re both awful bullies but god do they care about each other. maybe they grow up and calm down eventually. #oscar delancey #morris delancey #the delancey brothers

[emmedoesntdomath]

emme i am in need of assistance.

i need to be dragged kicking and screaming back into the newsies fandom, please and thank you

you know what? fine, sure, let’s do this. 

in this fun little drag-you-by-your-ears-and-force-you-to-listen-to-me, we’ll be talking about javey. 

obviously, javey is the lifeblood behind most of this lovely fandom. look at your own account. besides the synchronized dance numbers, it’s about the most the majority of us agree on (with a few exceptions, but we love them anyway <3333 /j)

but why is javey such a phenomenon to us? why is it that big of a deal? let’s explore that. 

javey is, in simple terms, something that can quickly become revolutionary. 

don’t understand what I mean? consider it-

most of us headcanon jack to be a person of color. whether he’s black, or of latinx descent, jack is not normally white. in a lot of cases, people don’t even believe english to be his first language. with these very intentional choices, you are already taking marginalized groups, and giving them a voice. groups, that for most of history, have been shunned, or outright ignored. and to see jack kelly, a character not defined by his parentage or skin color, simply *living*. making choices, mistakes, wrong decisions, without being turned into a performative political message by a major corporation. he’s just jack kelly. and his existence speaks louder than words ever could. 

and all of this can be said before we even mention what else he could represent, could mean to all of us. 

he’s a kid from the streets, or the more modernized foster care. he’s not the sad, lonely, discouraged orphan kid that needs saving. no, jack kelly is going to get off his ass, and do it himself. he’ll run away. earn a living. he is our defiance, he is our rebellion and independence. 

he has dreams, big ones. ones that we relate to. he wants to run to santa fe? well, guess fucking what? we do, too. wants to be given a little respect, a little worth? maybe we relate to that. 

he is the poster child of found family. and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re all pretty big on that in this fandom. 

so, let’s put it this way- jack is a lot of us. most of us, maybe. 

but so is davey. 

davey is a canonically (or maybe not, but I say it’s canon) jewish character. in a world that reeks of antisemitism, that is ridiculously important. he, too, represents more than just himself. there is a whole history of a people hated and brutally punished for simply existing. he is another character who isn’t restricted, forced to be but yet another stereotype or one-note idea, but who just exists. you don’t realize how huge that is. representation and the explicitness of modern media is great, and very much needed. but it is just as powerful, if not more so, to let a character be without making it a display. 

to compound this all, he is the epitome of religious struggles. our davey has internalized homophobia, self-hatred, and more crises in faith than he has time to count. and I would say at least half of the people that I have met in this fandom can identify with one or more of those things. that’s valuable. especially when you consider that a lot of those things are essentially taboo in a number of regards. 

he’s from a working class family. he’s not rich, not swimming in bills. he’s missing school every day to go to work so his family might eat the next week. and that’s a reality for a lot of people. 

putting them together, we have- a man, a person of color, who has seen the shit end of life that a lot of other people do, falling in love with another man, one burdened with mental struggles and a heritage that carries just as much weight as the heaviest, in a time period when it was literally illegal to do so. 

they are people. they are representations. they are silent messages to the world. they are love. they are queer. they are happy. they are a family. they are revolutionary. they aren’t wrong. they aren’t broken. they aren’t hate. 

javey thrives because they are us, and by letting them thrive, we are hoping we will, too. 

(newsies, with more layers and deeper meanings than one could have ever hoped for since 1234)

ta da. 

#newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #jack kelly #manhattan newsies #west endsies #davey jacobs #david moscow #david jacobs #jack x davey #javey #javey newsies #javid #newsies broadway #jeremy jordan #ben fankhauser #michael ahomka lindsay #ryan kopel #1992sies #newsies 1992 #gay newsies #gay #jack kelly newsies #francis sullivan #newsies david jacobs #christian bale #emme’s bad ideas

[justplainwhump]

Invite

Adrian asks Bea to join him to a party.

[Pet Safety] - probably part one of a summer party arc

Content (warnings): BBU. Nothing more.

"See you tomorrow."

"What? Um." Adrian paused at the office door and turned back to face his boss, shaking his head. "No. I'm not coming, Kelly."

She snorted."'Course you are. It's WRU's regional summer party. Everyone is coming."

"Not me. I've got plans." He rapped his knuckles against the door frame. "See you on Monday."

"PSI Delgado." The sharpness in her voice made him freeze. "You are coming. You want to get anywhere in this company, you show your face there. People will notice. My bosses will notice. And they're the ones in charge of your promotion."

"And of yours, coincidentally." Adrian smirked.

Kelly tilted her head. "Should rather add to that party's importance for your career, shouldn't it? Cancel your plans, Adrian. The company expects you to be there." She tapped her fingers on the desk. "And to bring your product, of course." 

-

Adrian finished his dancing routine with Bea - they were training a fun little pirate choreography that included simulated fighting scenes - before he finally managed to talk to her. She was laying on the couch, feet over the armrest, smiling and humming the tunes of the song. When he cleared his throat, her gaze flung up to his face, suddenly alert.

"We need to go to a party."

Her face didn't move much, if anything, her smile became wider. But the shine in her eye was gone.

"What party?", she asked. There was an airy cheer in her voice that maybe could've fooled him before he knew her. 

She was scared, hiding it behind smooth routines.

Adrian wondered if Jack had taken her to parties. If it could be any consolation to tell her that this wasn't that kind of party. Or if, in some way, a WRU summer party could be worse.

"From work," he said. "There's... a company event. Very huge, very private, only for employees."

"And their pets."

"Yeah." Adrian gritted his teeth. "And their pets."

"I don't like parties." She bit her lip, looked up at him carefully. "But I don't mind going with you."

"You'd need to be a pet."

"I am a pet, Adrian Delgado." There was something light to her voice, almost a tease, taunting him for not understanding this most basic fact. 

"Well, that party won't be a safe space for a pet."

She sighed, let herself fall back on the couch for dramatic effect. "If only we had a Pet Safety Inspector with us."

Adrian exhaled sharply. "Bea."

She frowned. "This was supposed to make you laugh."

"It was funny," he admitted. "Very. But not funny enough to make me laugh, not in the light of the risks we'll need to take there." He sat down next to her. "My colleagues are dangerous people. I keep many secrets from them."

"Like Noor."

Adrian frowned. "I... Yes. Like helping Noor. How do you know?"

"We talked." She shrugged with the well dosed casualness of someone knowing exactly they were treading a mine field. "He told me about how you met. I don't think he understands what you did for him." She hesitated, before she looked up at him. "I do. I... I understand many things. I will protect your secrets, Adrian Delgado."

Adrian could hardly bear her gaze. "Grimm will be there. He will -"

"Shhh." She laughed softly. "I can live through an evening with people like him. This is what I'm trained for. It is my life. It's all it's ever been, until you took me."

Adrian wondered, if she was as aware as he was, about how close her life had been to end when he had found her. 

"It shouldn't be."

Bea just shrugged. "And that's why we go there. So you can make other pets' lives better.  Like mine. Or Noor's. I understand, Adrian. I will come with you, and I will help you."

Adrian stared at her. That's not what I do, he wanted to say. Lie. But it was too late. In front of her, he'd always tried to keep things vague about his involvement with pet lib. About what he and Marta did. He should've known it couldn't work. Not with Noor. 

Marta had been right. Of course she had. Bea had become a liability.

One Adrian didn't want to live without any longer.

And it felt nice, he realized. Coming home to someone he didn't need to hide from. It did not feel nice, however, throwing her to his colleagues at that party.

"I can do it," Bea repeated. "I will be a perfect pet for them. And an even better asset for you. I'm a better liar than you, Adrian Delgado. I can help you. I..." She chewed her lip. "I want to be at your side."

Adrian's breath caught. He got up to his feet, strode to the window, anything to look away, not to get pulled even deeper into the whirl of emotions swirling around him. 

"Okay," he managed to say. "Okay. Then let's talk this through."

-

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Pet safety tag list: @gottawhump @flowersarefreetherapy @whumplr-reader @highwaywhump @tauntedoctopuses @pigeonwhumps @whumppsychology @labgrowndemon @whumpinggrounds @somewhumpyguy @whumpzone @tragedyinblue @theelvishcowgirl

#bbu #pet safety series #pet safety

[all-hail-the-witcher]

questionable government spies but better written and five years late: a newsies multichap coming tonight, july 2, 2023 EST

hi hello. it’s me saph. back at it again.

the title is exactly what this looks like.

for those of you that were familiar with the first iteration of this story, welcome back, i’m so happy to have you. for those of you who are not, welcome to my long anticipated spies fic. this was originally published under the user @/suddenly-im-respecsable in about 2018-2019 (there is the early version still floating on tumblr but i have changed my url since and it’s not easily findable) and was cross posted on ao3 but was taken down

the basic gist of the story was that race and albert were fbi agents and were field training jack. they get summoned to nyc (where they were trained) to deal with some super hard gang case that no one can crack. in the process they meet spot who is working for said gang and wants out. davey jacobs is the head of the nyc branch of the fbi and hates race and albert because they almost blew up his weapons lab.

i think i got through 14 ish chapters before realizing the whole thing was badly written and in order for it to be what i wanted it to be i needed to redo it. and then i graduated high school and started college and changed fandoms and started dating my boyfriend and there was a global pandemic and then i graduated college and all of that.

and now, 5 years later, i am back on my bullshit, this time with a creative writing degree under my belt and @ainti-pretty to force me to finish what i started. the plot is all relatively the same, just a little tweaked. i never got to the point of all the plot twists so if you read the original version you have no spoilers besides some background knowledge that i am changing around a little. im working entirely off of my original hand written outline that is on the back of my notes from my 11th grade english class

and what motivated me to do this now you may ask? well i’m interning in nyc over the summer and can do irl accurate location mapping lol. that and i made a tumblr to literally post this story and i never finished it so i figured that i should probably do that. and if you’re doubting that this will get finished, which, fair, @ainti-pretty and i are literally living together next year and i am certain that i will be hounded about this every day of my existence

i am tagging people who i remember being very excited about this back in the day. if you want to be tagged in future parts of this please let me know. if you don’t just feel free to ignore :) @sun-kissed-star @getchapapes @jack-kellys @spot-conlon-king-of-brooklyn @fairly-awkward-trashcan @ritsunaru @heller-obama @turtle-steverogers @boygirlctommy @newsies-trash-queen @telling-tragedy @alberteatsglass

and since i have every ounce of this planned, here is my casting if you are interested:

92sies: mush, blink, davey

obc: spot, crutchie, smalls, medda, pulitzer

toursies: specs

proshot: albert, romeo, elmer, buttons, jojo, (anyone else i’ve forgotten is probably proshot)

uksies: jack, finch

race: weird combo of btc and giuseppe bausillo

katherine: a literal tiktok girlie

i am cross posting this on ao3, the tumblr version will all be tagged under #spies 2.0 and it will all me master posted and pinned on my blog.

im so excited :)) this fic is my baby and i want to thank everyone who has read it previously and everyone who will this go around. let me know if you want to be tagged !!

#saphie scribbles #god havent used that one in awhile #newsies #newsies au #newsies fanfiction #newsies fanfic #newsies fic #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #jack kelly #spot conlon #spies 2.0 #ralbert #sprace #yay #its happening finally

[sky-neverending]

a little bit from my modern newsies au!!

David groaned and headed out the door, making it to the field about three minutes later. He stood awkwardly on the side as the players finished up, running around in stupidly heavy uniforms. Jack was on the sidelines, yelling at them to keep going. He turned to the left and saw David, a scowl forming on his face as the two locked eyes.

“You want something, Jacobs?” He called out, hands on his hips. Sighing, David walked toward him. He had no clue how he was going to get through the next two weeks.

“Kelly.” He greeted lamely, a sorry excuse for a smile plastered on his face. “I need to talk to you.”

Jack inspected him for a moment, almost as if he was searching for an ulterior motive. “You're talkin’ to me right now, Dave.”

David blinked at him. “Yeah. Okay. Are you free right now?” He asked blandly, watching as Jack looked pointedly from him, to the field, and then back to him before sighing.

“Yeah. Give me a minute to wrap this up, then we can talk.”

As he walked away, David watched, attempting to distract himself by picking idly at his fingernails. But he couldn’t help it; there was something so mesmerizing about the way Jack carried himself. Tall and confident, never a falter in his step. He was nauseatingly perfect. David hated him.

He hovered by a bench as Jack talked to the group, patting a nervous freshman on the back. He could just pick up his voice, yelling about the final game that was coming up the next week, encouraging the team in a manner that Davey could only wish Jack would talk to him in.

David shook that thought away. It wasn’t his fault that he wanted Jack to be nice to him. He was nice to everyone else. There wasn’t a single person, besides the occasional bully, that Jack Kelly didn’t treat with an unfathomable amount of kindness.

But he turned angry and cold when it came to David.

It hadn’t always been like that. There had been a time where Jack and David were joined together at the hip. They had spent all of middle school and freshman year bouncing from each other's houses, getting into whatever trouble Jack caused that David then had to get them out of.

When Jack started dating Sarah, everything changed. He distanced himself from David, rarely offering him a second glance in the halls. And when they broke up? He had gone back, tried to apologize, but David wouldn’t have it. He cut Jack off then and there, and the memories turned bitter, tainted with rage and despair.

And now, aside from the occasional snarky comment to and fro, they didn’t speak. That didn’t stop them from sharing darting glances filled with hurt and anger across the classrooms, or whispering about each other behind closed doors.

David didn’t actually know if Jack talked about him behind his back, but he figured the constant stares from Spot Conlon were enough of a sign.

Before he knew it, Jack was headed back toward him. The grin on his face dropped as he got closer, matching David’s own expression that grew cold with the proximity.

“You wanted something?” he asked, hands on his hips. David shot him a mocking smile.

“I need to write an article about you. Which means I need to interview you a few times. When are you free?”

Jack held up his hands. “Wait, wait. You're just gonna assume I’ll do it? What’s in it for me?”

Sighing, David crossed his arms, leaning his weight onto one leg. “Look, Kelly. I need this to save the journalism club, which is getting cut thanks to you and your gang of sweaty teenage boys running around with a ball. And it’s not like this is going to affect you in any way, except by maybe spreading some more positive propaganda around.” He took a breath. “So please, don’t make me resort to begging. Just agree, and we can get it done as soon as possible, and then we never have to talk again. Okay?”

A look David couldn’t quite read flashed across Jack's face, only for a split second. And then he nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, I'll do it.” He spit on his hand and stuck it out, offering it to David, who scrunched up his face in disgust.

“Not happening.” he said, taking a step backwards. “I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow.” The statement was more of a demand than a request, and if Jack answered he didn’t hear. He was too busy storming away, feet thudding against the grass as he held his shoulders back in a state of mock confidence.

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[queermania]

And👏this👏is👏why👏Dean👏was👏out👏of👏character👏in👏season👏13-15👏

i disagree. taking a character and pushing him to his breaking point isn't writing him out of character. the issue isn't that dean's behavior was out of character. it's that it wasn't portrayed effectively. instead of wearing him down slowly over the course of a few seasons and having him get progressively worse, they had him going back and forth between being Fine™ and being Angry™. and realistically, that is how trauma works, but for a television show it just made it feel like his reactions to things were disproportionate or that they came out of nowhere, when they really really did not.

the main issue people have is his relationship with jack. dean wanting to kill jack at the beginning of s13 is not all that out of character. from his perspective, a nephilim (which he's told is an abomination that needs to be destroyed) is conceived via lucifer (which, i mean, it really shouldn't matter who the angel was but i'm not gonna pretend like the show didn't make it into a Whole Thing so whatever). cas says it's of paramount importance that the nephilim be aborted. the nephilim brainwashes both kelly and cas and now cas will stop at nothing to protect it. the nephilim tears the fabric of the universe, which basically summons lucifer to their location. crowley sacrifices himself to repair the tear. cas dies. mary dies. jack is not a baby. he's a fully grown being with glowing eyes and unimaginable power. now, is that everything that happened and is it everything that matters? no, of course not. but we have the benefit of not living that reality; we can be a lot more objective. so a grief-stricken dean who's just lost three of the most important people in the world to him is obviously not thinking rationally or even compassionately about what he sees as a monster (not a newborn baby). the way dean treats jack directly and indirectly during the widower arc is not okay but it's not out of character.

but then dean starts to warm up to jack and then cas comes back and it's fine. they're fine. dean and jack are cool, good even. but then jack burns off his soul and accidentally kills mary and dean does... all of that. and i'm not going to rehash the events leading up to 'moriah' again because i've already spent a lot of time talking about it, but his behavior during that time isn't out of character. it all makes sense. it's just that we've kind of already done this, just on a smaller scale. dean was angry with jack and then they were good but now he's back to being angry again. so it feels a little off.

but then chuck kills jack and dean is still angry so he lashes out at cas (and again, i'm not going to rehash this because i've already done it) but again, it's not out of character. it's the culmination of a decade's worth of shit. but they make up and then jack comes back. and things are understandably awkward between them but dean's not angry. he even saves jack from mrs. buttersworth.

but then chuck stuff starts happening again and billie offers a plan that requires jack to sacrifice himself and dean is like okay and then things get super intense in 'unity' and again dean is yelling at any and everyone.

and none of that is out of character. it's just that it feels like it comes out of nowhere because he's been so calm for so long. it doesn't feel like it's all building to that point in 'unity.' it just feels like they keep throwing spaghetti at the wall to make dean mad and then when he does get mad, the characters around him and the fandom are like 'there he go again being mad' despite constantly being put in situations constructed to make him mad.

i will concede that there are a couple of writers who wrote him out of character and their episodes/certain lines stick out pretty obviously to me. but. you know. that's not unique to dabb era.

the only thing that is fully out of character is the gun to kaia's head, and given that kaia gets over it almost immediately and then runs into dean's arms when they rescue her from the bad place, i choose to pretend it didn't happen at all. it was just a narrative device to move the plot along. (and also it was written by one of the people who writes him ooc more often than not).

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[pigeonwit]

hey i mean… for the wip game. javid game of thrones au, if you please 🤲🏼 -@jack-kellys

jave of thrones my sweet boy... he's mostly just a bunch of random scenes that have not yet been tied together but i love him so

the plot's easy, davey gets separated from the night's watch while beyond the wall hunting wildling's who came too close. he had an easy opportunity to kill a wildling (jack) but refused to take it, meaning he broke his vows and therefore can't go back to the watch - so when he finds jack again, he takes him hostage and hopes maybe he can trade jack for the supplies he'd need to cross the wall and get back home (if you're not a game of thrones fan, crossing the wall is impossible and everyone knows this. unfortunately god has cursed davey for his hubris and he will not stop until he's dead). it's basically an enemies to lovers roadtrip with more stab wounds.

and as for the snippet - this got LONG and it's very patched-together but listen it's important ok it's important-

(tw for descriptions of blood and dying in childbirth)

“My mother named me after a jackdaw.”

The words float through the cave so softly, Davey wonders if he might’ve dreamed them. There’s no reason for Jack to say them. He can’t be trying to escape – he might’ve worked some kind of Wildling magic on the hole in Davey’s abdomen, but it’s not as if he’s been cured. Just standing up is a pain he’s never experienced before, a burning agony along his side. It can’t be a trick. Or it could be. Another trick Davey’s been too stupid to notice.

“Was a fuckin’ bloodbath, when I was born,” Jack continues; when Davey glances over his shoulder, Jack’s staring at the cave roof, unblinking, as if the shards of quartz might spell out an answer for him. “She was screamin’, the healers were shoutin’, everyone was tryna get me the fuck outta her. She was more butchered up by the end than a cow in a smokehouse, but she held me anyways. And when it was quiet, she said she heard a jackdaw singin’ outside. An’ she just knew it was for me.”

There’s a wet gasp that Davey refuses to look at, the swipe of fabric over skin and a shuddering, steeling breath that Davey’s all too familiar with.

“They found her in the snow the next day. All stained red like a rose petal around her.”

He makes a hollow chuckle, a mirthless noise that rattles through his teeth.

“Sometimes I wonder if she was tryna get away from me. If she couldn’t bear livin’ with the little monster that wrung her halfway dead.”

[…]

“My mother named me after a king.”

The cave’s silent for a moment – Davey can feel Jack’s stare lying heavy on his back. The silence stretches, and Davey wonders if he should just screw his eyes shut and pretend he was sleep-talking, when through the cave hovers a tentative, “King?”

Davey frowns, twisting himself in Jack’s direction. It’s jarring, seeing his wolfish eyes glinting across the cave – like when you’re walking home in winter on a too-dark path, and all the shiny stones and loose pennies on the road become strange faerie eyes, watching you like they’ve always been watching you, and you only just noticed.

“You-” Davey hesitates, chewing his lip. “You do know what a king is… Don’t you?”

Jack blinks and turns his head to the side, looking almost - bashful.

“I kinda figured they was the same as your Crowlords.”

If this were only a week ago, when Davey still had Oscar’s knife burning a hole in his stomach, he might’ve rolled his eyes. Might’ve cursed out this ridiculous wildling and his failure to know all the intricacies of Davey’s life for him, just to spare himself the trouble of having to think too hard about them. But now, all he sees are Jack’s raised hackles, the stubborn set of his jaw. He’s embarrassed. He’s embarrassed, and he’s preparing himself for it. For being laughed at.

A warmth shoots right through Davey’s chest, a clean shot between his ribs. He knows that feeling.

“Come here,” he says, leaning upright and giving up any possible pretence of sleep. Jack tilts his head at him, brows raised and shoulders still set to his jaw, and stalks forward slowly, preparing for a blow. Davey swallows. He knows that feeling. He knows.

Once Jack settles on his knees, still drawn up tighter than a wild cat, Davey leans forward and draws a circle in the dusty stone of the cave floor.

“It's like this," he says. "Me and the Night’s Watch-”

“The Crows.” Jack says curtly.

“Exactly." Davey nods. "We're the crows. And the crows,” he draws a smaller circle within the first, “protect the mice.”

Jack scrunches his nose in protest.

“Crows don’t do that. They don’t even eat mice, they just-”

“It’s a metaphor, Jack.” Davey says with a levelling look. “Now – look, pay attention, alright? We protect the mice, but the mice don’t answer to us. They answer…” He draws a larger circle now, engulfing the two. “To the foxes. Who answer to the wolves. Who answer to the bears. Who answer to the lions…” He draws circle after circle, each larger than the last – and finally, draws a large, thick line that circles around all of them, again and again, spiralling and spiralling until Davey’s arm whines in protest. “Who answer to the dragon.”

Jack’s eyes widen, brows furrowing and hackles raising like a hare about to sprint.

“So the king…”

“Is the dragon.” Davey nods. “Everyone answers to him, and so he has to answer to all of them. He has to make sure his lands are secure, that his people are fed, and warm, and safe.”

Jack snorts harshly through his nose.

“Dragons don’t protect,” he mutters acidly. “They burn the world and rule the ashes.”

Davey bites his lip.

“Maybe dragons weren’t the best metaphor…” He murmurs. “There are dragons for kings, I suppose… People who’d rule the ashes if it meant ruling without protest. But a good king…” He chuckles mirthlessly. “A good king is tired. A good king is miserable. He carries the weight of his kingdom on his shoulders until he can’t anymore, and it kills him…” He traces a finger along that spiral until the dirt below him thrums like his own veins. “But he’ll let it, if it means his kingdom survives.”

There’s silence – and when he looks up, Jack is staring at him the way he did across the campfire, the way he did when Davey held the knife to his throat and, like a coward, threw it away.

“That’s a lot to put into a name.” He says quietly, brushing a fingertip over the back of Davey’s hand. “’Specially for a kid.”

[…]

“The way you folks talked about it, I always thought it’d be better,” he hears Jack say to the darkness, “to be a king instead of a jackdaw.”

“Maybe for some,” Davey says to the cave wall in front of him, ignoring the prickling feeling against the back of his neck. “But I always thought it’d be less burdensome, to be a jackdaw instead of a king.”

Jack’s quiet for a moment.

“You’d think, wouldn’t you?”

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[chaotic-super]

Joining The Superfriends - 16

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It turns out that hiding her little safe space of an apartment from her friends is practically impossible, the stubborn, bull-headed pair of annoyances insisting on coming over to see where she’s living and brushing off any excuses Lena tries to use, even going as far as refusing to check into their hotel until they get to see where Lena is living.

Lena has agreed to show them but now she’s panicking because she has to actually go through with it and now they are grabbing their bags and laughing excitedly with each other like they are about to be led to a beach resort.

As Sam is rounding up a still-tired Ruby and her things and Jack lazily leans against a nearby wall waiting for them, Lena sighs heavily, making eye contact with Kara across the room, giving her a little wave.

Instead of returning it though, Kara makes her way over to her, a cute little smile on her face.

“Hey, Supes.” Lena greets her.

“Hey, you. I can see that you guys are heading out. Please tell me that you’re not coming back until tomorrow, you need to get some rest.” Kara can’t help but swoon a little at the sudden nickname that Lena just used.

Shaking her head, Lena sighs dramatically. “No, we’ll come back in the morning but first, I have to go show my friends my place and watch as they feel sorry for me over where I live. I thought I’d gotten over all of this the first time when I showed you guys.”

“I’m sorry.” Kara winces at the memory. It feels like so long ago that Alex forced Lena to take them back to her place and they found out where she’s living. “But hey, you only have like, a month and a half left on your lease, have you thought about moving yet?”

“Not yet, I’m actually considering staying a little longer, and no, it’s not about the money.”

Kara tilts her head like a confused little puppy. “Then why? Is it because it’s a hassle moving because you know we’ll help you?”

Lena smiles at her fondly. Kara just can’t help but jump in to offer her whatever she needs and it’s strange having someone want to genuinely help her for a reason other than for money, it’s because she actually likes her and she’s a kind person. “No, I’ve just really come to love my little apartment, it’s the first place in years that I’ve had that’s really mine.”

“I get that. It does worry me that you don’t live in the greatest of areas though. Just think about it? Maybe you can do your nerdy research and take a look at your options.” Kara’s eyes are kind and void of pressure, the human embodiment of a suggestion.

“I’ll think about it.” Lena acquiesces. “Besides, after Sam and Jack see it soon, they are going to pick it apart so I’ll probably hate it by the time they leave.”

“No, you won’t.” Kara giggles.

“No.” Lena agrees, ducking her head, the barest hint of pink hue across her cheeks. “I won’t.”

 A clatter of a bag slamming onto the floor breaks them out of their little bubble. The loud noise makes them look up to see Jack staring down at a bag at his feet with a confused expression.

“Sam, why are you giving me your bag? I’ve already got to carry my own and I’m delicate.”

“I’m tired and you are a lovely friend. Thanks.” Sam saunters past him, Ruby at her side, shuffling while she rubs her eyes, her backpack slung over one shoulder.

His whining goes ignored by everyone, too busy watching as Sam arranges herself and her daughter in the elevator, her foot tapping away as she waits for Lena and Jack to hurry up.

Alex rolls her eyes. Of course, Lena would have annoying friends too. She turns to Kelly and Esme, giving them both a kiss goodbye before strolling over to the elevator, grabbing her keys out of her pocket as she goes.

She nods at Lena, gesturing for her to hurry up.

She waits for the doors to close before talking to the little group. “I’m driving you to Lena’s place and then to your hotel, I would appreciate it if you kept your visit to Lena’s place short, preferably five minutes or less.”

“Well, you’re uptight.” Sam snorts.

“I am.” Alex doesn’t even turn around. “You seem to feel awfully entitled to my time, you must have money.” The sound of childish giggles fills the tight space and it makes Alex look over her shoulder at Ruby, cracking a smile. “You’ve got a good kid though.”

“Rude.” Sam breathes, a frown sitting heavy on her face.

Lena and Jack don’t get involved, smart enough to know that if they try and interfere, then they are setting themselves up to be the next targets.

They fall into a semi-uncomfortable silence, even when Alex leads them out to her car and settles in the driver’s seat, not bothering to help them load their bags in.

As they get closer to Lena’s apartment, Alex takes note of Lena getting fidgety and from what Kelly told her earlier, a little cliff notes version of the conversation they had in the kitchen, she knows why.

She doesn’t give any of them the opportunity to make any rude comments about the area, turning the music up loud enough that it makes conversation practically impossible, the only way any of them could make any remarks is by shouting at the top of their lungs.

Pulling up outside of Lena’s building, Alex shuts off the car. “We’re here. Let’s make this quick. Lena, I’m using your bathroom while we’re here.”

Lena knows that Alex is using that as an excuse to come up with her to her place so she can keep the others in line and she’s honestly pretty grateful for it. “Yeah, of course. Come on guys, the quicker we do this, the quicker you can get to your hotel and pass out for the rest of the day.”

Sam stares up at the crummy old building. “You live here?”

“I do.” Lena’s answer is curt.

Sam is about to say something else but she catches Alex’s warning glare from the corner of her eye and thinks better of it, her jaw snapping shut. Instead, she just keeps her eyes pinned on the building as confusion clouds her thoughts.

Jack isn’t much better but between the glare he caught a glimpse of and his fatigue from lack of sleep, he’s got nothing in the tank.

“Alright, this is me,” Lena announces as she slots her key in the door, letting it swing open and stepping inside as confidently as she can. “This is home.”

Alex barges past Lena’s friends to get inside next, wandering inside like she owns the place, dropping her keys onto the counter on her way to the bathroom.

Jack whistles as he lets his eyes fall over the small space. “Wow…Lena.”

“You don’t have to be condescending Jacky, it doesn’t suit you. I know it’s not much but for once, it’s mine and not my family’s.” Lena folds her arms, walking further into the space and dropping herself into her recliner with a soft grunt.

Ruby remains unfazed by the entire thing, following Lena in and sitting on the edge of the bed. “This is so cool! Mom, look! She has her bedroom in her living room.”

Lena can’t help but smile at that reaction. At least the first comment about her home isn’t a negative one. “Thank you, Ruby. I like my little place too, I think it’s cosy.”

“It is that.” Sam agrees. “Lena, if you need help, you know we can help.”

“I know, but this is something I needed to do on my own, still need to and I really like this place, even if it’s not a fancy, top-of-the-range penthouse. It’s mine. Besides, I had help anyway, Alex and Supergirl helped me out with furniture when I first got here.”

Sam looks surprised. “You’re telling me that the bulldog of a woman that just drove us here actually helped you?”

“Of course I did, I’m not heartless.” Alex saunters out of the bathroom and plops herself down beside Ruby on the bed, leaning back onto her elbows.

“Thank you for doing that,” Jack says. “This one is usually too proud to accept it so I’m glad you managed to get away with it.”

Alex laughs, mostly to herself. “I noticed that. Anyway, are you guys ready yet? I want to get back to my wife and daughter, we’re going out to lunch.”

Sam folds her arms. “Hold on, I want to have a little look around.”

Lena just wafts her hand generally around the space, letting Sam know that she’s welcome to snoop. She’d probably do it whether she was allowed to or not so she might as well let her.

Both Sam and Jack then take their time wandering around the tiny space, nosing at all of Lena’s things and Lena couldn’t care less about it, that is until Sam pokes at the painting she has hanging up on her wall.

“Huh, cute.”

“Don’t touch that.”

“Why not?” Sam purposely pokes it with a smirk but it quickly gets wiped off her face when Lena stands up and walks over, only to take the painting down and then open a drawer, placing the painting inside and closing it harshly.

“It was a gift. Now, how about you guys get to the hotel, I already got you guys rooms and I’m sure you’re just as tired as I am.”

Jack jumps in on the action, his curiosity getting the better of him. “ A gift from who? Supergirl?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“And that means that’s a yes. Ooh, Lena’s crush gave her a painting, that’s adorable.”

“Perhaps so, now you can go.” Lena’s hands fall to her hips, trying to look frightening but her best friends are immune to it, too busy annoying her to listen to her.

Jack then takes it a step further, grabbing Teddy Eddie off the bed. “And who is this little fellow?”

“Drop it.” Alex’s voice is loud, too loud for the tight quarters. “Stop being assholes and crossing boundaries. It’s time for your trip to the hotel.”

Ruby looks between the adults, her eyes wide and interested. It would only take a single look at her to be able to tell that she wishes she has popcorn.

Sam clears her throat. “Right. Um, sorry Lena. I think this place is great.”

“You don’t have to lie.”

“I’m really not. It’s the first place I’ve seen you live in that actually feels like it represents you. I like it.” Sam moves closer to Lena pulling her in for a hug. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

Jack grins at the pair, making his way over to wrap his arms around them and joins in the hug. “I love our happy little dysfunctional family.”

“I ran away to a different city to avoid you two idiots and you still followed me.” Lena huffs.

“You sent for us!” Jack laughs. “Don’t be moody, you need a nap and some lunch so don’t bother coming with us to the hotel, we got it, you just rest and we’ll meet up with you tomorrow, ok?”

“Sure, whatever.” Lena extracts herself from their grip, moving over to give Ruby a hug too. “Be good for your mom and make sure she takes you down to the hotel pool.”

Ruby’s eyes light up. “There’s a pool?”

“There sure is.” Lena smirks, so glad to get back at Sam for her probing and teasing.

Alex presses her lips together, trying not to laugh at Lena’s evil genius. “Ok, I’m ready to go if you guys are.”

Jack looks over to Sam, his face conveying nothing but pity. “I’m ready. Sam?”

“Sure.” She shoots Lena a glare. “That was a dirty move.”

“You earned it.” Lena shrugs, walking them to the door before turning to Alex. “You’re sure you don’t want me to come?”

“Nah, don’t worry. I’ll make sure they get there in one piece.”

Lena pats her on her back as she walks through the doorway. “Thanks, Alex.”

“No problem, you get some rest, yeah?”

“I will.”

Lena releases a sigh of relief as she closes the door behind them and leans against it for a moment before locking it. That could have gone a lot worse than it did but overall, for now, they’re off her back.

She can rest easy tonight knowing that tomorrow they are going to be working on finding dirt on Lex. They already made a couple of good moves today, setting aside some loose threads for them to unravel when they aren’t half-asleep so things are looking up.

Looking around her apartment, Lena settles on showering and sleeping above anything else, exhausted from being up all night and half of the day.

Before she can do that though, she takes her painting back out of her drawer and hangs it back up with a gentle touch, taking the time to make sure that it’s level on the wall.

It still amazes her that someone with such power and raw, unadulterated strength can be so kind and so gentle as to create something like this, let alone just hand it over to her like it’s nothing, like she isn’t going to cherish it for the rest of her life.

Kara really is something else. That’s why Lena can’t stop thinking about her, even when she gets shampoo in her eye when she’s showering and it stings, all it makes her think of is Kara’s heat vision and how it must work as to not burn her from the inside out.

Lena falls asleep easily, pretty much as soon as her head hits the pillow actually, hope in her heart for the first time in a while, definitely since the fire, maybe even longer than that. Lex might be smart but Lena’s smarter and she’s going to take that butthead down soon enough. She has her people and she has the resources, it’s all just a matter of time.

-

She sleeps so deeply that by the time she wakes up to her phone chiming away and she takes a peek at the screen, there are seven missed calls that she’s slept through, four from Sam, two from Jack and one from Kara.

As she debates who to call back, it starts ringing again in her hand and Kara’s name pops up. Lena’s quick to answer it, pressing it to her ear and speaking in her tired, gravelly voice.

“Hello?”

“Lena, we’ve found it.”

“Found what?”

“The thing we need to take Lex down, Kelly is going to come and get you so get dressed and be waiting.” She can hear Kara’s smile through the phone and her heart can barely believe what she’s hearing. It thuds excitedly in her chest while she tries to bring her expectations down just in case it doesn’t work out.

“Ok, I’ll be down in a few minutes. Is Sam with you?”

There’s a faint sound of argument coming down the line but Kara keeps her cool. “Yes and so is Jack, they came back here because they had an idea and it’s paying off, I think it’s easier for you to come and see for yourself though so just get ready.”

“I will, I’ll see you soon.”

Lena practically leaps out of bed, barely processing what’s happening while she gets changed and washes her face. Whatever the others have found, it has to be good, there’s no way it isn’t with how many times they called her.

It’s only as she’s found herself standing outside waiting for Kelly that she actually looks at the time on her phone and finds that it’s almost nine at night. She’s slept for several hours.

For some reason, Lena was expecting Kelly to show up speeding down the street with her tires squealing before rolling down the window and saying some kind of action movie line to her so when Kelly’s car comes tootling down the road and slows to a gradual stop in front of her building, she can’t suppress her smile.

“Hi, do you have any idea what’s going on?” Kelly questions once she’s buckled in.

“Not really. I just got a call from Kara telling me to hurry up and get back to The Tower because they’ve found something.”

Kelly shrugs. “They just told me to come and get you and meet them at there, I was hoping they’d bought a late dinner.”

Lena’s suddenly aware of her empty stomach, she hasn’t eaten anything since this morning. “No, but we can order something when we get there. I’m starving.”

“Me too.”

The pair walk into The Tower to find everyone crowded around the table, smiles across their faces and Brainy typing away on a laptop, his fingers flurrying across the keys.

The moment they notice them they all turn and try to speak over each other, everyone wanting to be the one to share the good news.

“Slow down, one at a time,” Kelly orders them, her voice shockingly strong in the face of the barrage of people talking at them.

Sam rushes over to them, grabbing Lena by the arm and dragging her over to the table to see what everyone has been fawning over.

“Look here.” She points at a page of their notes, specifically a few lines that have been highlighted in bright pink. “We’ve got him, we’ve got proof that he mass-produced the nano-insects and also-“ she flips through a few more pages until she finds the one she wants, “here is the proof of his extensive usage of the satellite and its connection to the nano-insects.”

“Wow.”

“There’s still a lot for us to go over but we’re getting there, Lena.” Jack smiles at her impishly.

“We’re gonna actually do it, we’re going to take Lex down.” Lena grins so wide that her cheeks hurt but nonetheless, she doesn’t stop smiling.

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[youaintnothinbuta]

“A little extra encouragement was all you needed.”

Summary: you have trouble orgasming and don’t know why. Jack is determined to figure out what’s going on and make you orgasm. Spoiler: he’s successful.

Pairing: jack kelly x fem!reader

Word count: 1760

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving), and as always, probably typos.

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“Jack.” You mumbled his name, his head looking up from being buried between your thighs.

He broke the suction between his lips and your skin, a quiet popping sound as he did so. He inhaled deeply, partly to get some more oxygen in his lungs from all the sucking and kissing he’d been doing, but mostly because he knew what your next words were going to be.

“I don’t think it’s gonna happen.” You sighed, disappointed. Not in him— never in him. You had always had trouble finishing, no matter what. This time was no different, and he always felt immensely guilty for the fact that you couldn’t even describe the sex you two had as love-making because it wasn’t— it was him fucking you until he came and then trying (unsuccessfully) to bring you to orgasm after with whatever energy he had left. He did everything right, and nothing ever felt bad necessarily. Actually, the opposite. You couldn’t understand it. He described it to you as this feeling that starts in your tummy and gets closer and closer until you have no control of your body, but no matter what words he used, you never could relate to what he was describing.

He whined, tucking your skirt back over your legs, crawling up to lay his head on your chest, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not you, Jack. Maybe I just can’t.” You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly damp with sweat.

“No,” he shook his head, his voice laced with determination, “I have to— you have to. What if we try something different? Can you show me what you do when you masturbate? I mean, what you do to get yourself to cum?"

You sighed, his head falling with your chest, “I can’t even get myself to finish.”

He really felt bad now, and a little shocked. “So you never had an orgasm before?”

“Don’t think so.”

“You’d know if you did,” he shook his head slightly. Of course, sex isn’t just about cumming but it’s a pretty big part of it, he just wanted you to feel the way you were making him feel. Every time he brought you close, the crescendo would slip away, and he ached at the thought that he couldn't quite take you there.

He laid on your chest for a while, both of you silent, you almost drifted off to sleep, but he couldn’t— too busy thinking about you.

A few days had passed, and you and Jack were once again cuddled up in his bed, you tucked neatly into his chest. He’d done a lot of thinking, about your situation.

“Are you self conscious, do you think?” His spoke, his question rather out of the blue, earning a confused and slightly offended look from you.

“I mean, do you find it embarrassing? The thought of having an orgasm.”

He was met with silence. Trying to salvage his point, he continued, “I just mean, I know girls are made to feel guilty for—“

“Jack,” you laughed a little at his ramble, “I think you might be right.”

“Really?” He asked, shocked yet somewhat proud of himself. “I— okay, can we— can we talk about it? Why do you feel embarrassed?” The excitement in his voice pulled him upright, and he held you close as he sat. It was as if he had stumbled upon a piece of a puzzle he was determined to solve.

You smiled at his eagerness. “I just, I don’t know, I like watching you cum, it’s sexy. I just feel put on the spot, like I’ll do something weird or make a weird sound or I don’t know— I don’t know what I’ll do.”

He scoffed in disbelief, “look at me when I say this, darling,” he spoke, his finger pushing your chin up so your gaze could meet his, “I want to hear every noise that pretty mouth of yours makes when you cum, okay? I need to see and feel you cum underneath me. Trust me, there's absolutely nothing you could do that would make me doubt you're the sexiest person alive. You understand?”

Your cheeks flushed bright red, you felt like you were overheating. Partly because of embarrassment, partly because, well…woah. You already knew everything he just said, sort of. But to hear him say that explicitly in words— you didn’t know if you felt more turned on or comforted.

“Do you understand?” He repeated himself, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he pressed a kiss against your rosy cheek.

“Yeah.” you murmured, your voice carrying a quiet intensity as his words reverberated through your thoughts. Shifting your face, your lips found his in a tender collision, a kiss that initially held sweetness but soon escalated. With a gradual increase in fervour, you leaned into the kiss, pressing against him with some urgency. Your fingers curled around his shirt, gathering the fabric tightly within your fist as each of your lips were coated in the others’ saliva.

Jack’s hands worked their way over your body, unclipping, untying and removing all your clothing, piece by piece, until you were bare in front of him.

“My beautiful,” he kissed your chest, “beautiful girl.” He kissed it again, moving down to your breasts, before gently pushing you back and continuing down your tummy to your thighs.

“Baby, look at you, huh? Just drippin for me.” Your body jumped slightly at the touch of his index finger running through your slit, gathering a string of your wetness on his finger. You whimpered involuntarily as he rubbed your fluids between his thumb and fingertips, wanting his hands to be back on you instead.

He got comfortable between your legs, one arm gripping your thigh, holding your leg up to give him better access, his other hand on your tummy, tracing delicate lines with his fingertip over your skin. You felt his breath lightly against your sensitive skin, so desperately waiting for the moment he would decide he’d teased you enough. You knew better than to squirm around though, for the more impatient you’d act, the longer he’d smile up at you and chuckle at your desperation.

A small gasp left your mouth as his warm lips met those of yours between your thighs. He worked his tongue over your clit, up and down and in circles, groaning as he did so, just to make sure you could hear how much he was enjoying himself— something he thought might help you feel comfortable enough to orgasm.

“Jack,” you tugged on his hair lightly, pulling his face off of your body, “please, I need you.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He panted, catching his breath as best he could, while also stripping himself of his clothes as quickly as he could. He lined up his hips with yours, letting his hard cock sit against your clit, ever so slightly rubbing back and forth, feeling the wetness of your arousal and his saliva on himself. He reached for your left hand with his right, holding it beside your head, gently interlocking fingers with you, before doing the same thing with the other hand.

He slowly pressed into you, placing small kisses on your forehead as he inched his body further into yours.

“Good girl, sweetheart. You feeling okay?” He asked once he’d gotten all the way in, holding still as he let you adjust to him.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Your reply was hushed, most of your focus on relaxing your muscles around him. He always let you take as long as you needed to, just happy to hover over you and make sure you’re okay as he waited for the familiar feeling of your walls loosening around him.

He began thrusting, in and out, slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace, talking to you as he did so, “god, ‘feel so good.”

You began to whimper, as you normally did. It never really went passed whimpering and whining when it came to the sounds you made, but this time. He was determined to get you to let go, to get you to understand that you don’t have to fight the feeling of pleasure.

He placed his mouth by your ear, letting a string of mumbles and whines tumble off his tongue as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He brought his gaze back to yours, watching your expression. He noticed your jaw begin to open, and brought his voice to continuous, desperate, fervent moans, noticing your jaw begin to drop more as his volume increased.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart, I need to hear you.” He encouraged, realising he was approaching his own climax.

You did as he instructed, your voice starting off quiet, but as he joined in, masking your sound with his, you were able to release moans and whines that he’d never heard before. Suddenly, you felt it. You pushed his hands off of yours and instead dug your nails into the skin of his back, not knowing what to do with the intense feeling that was quickly building inside of you. Your whines now completely uncontrolled and desperate, he knew you were close.

“Let it out, baby, come all over my cock, I need to see you come underneath me.” He encouraged once again, not daring change his pace, no matter how hard he was fighting the beginning of his own orgasm.

With your hands frantically switching between gripping his back, his hair, and the sheets beside you, and a few more pumps of his cock, your arms flew around his neck, hanging on as your body convulsed and shuddered against him with a moan of release.

“That’s a girl.” He whispered as you unraveled beneath him.

The sight, the feeling, the sound, he couldn’t wait a second longer, spilling out into you as he erratically got those last few thrusts in, as deep as he could, before pulling out and watching you ride out your first orgasm in front of him. He watched as your chest rose and fell, as you brought your knees up and shut your legs tightly together, toes still curled. Still panting, he leant down to kiss you.

“How do you feel?” Jack asked.

“So good,” you mumbled, “thank you for helping me.”

“No need. A little extra encouragement was all you needed.” Jack smiled with a little shake of his head, getting comfortable in bed beside you, his arm wrapping around you to hold you as you both just enjoyed the moment.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” You smiled, pressing one back on his forehead.

“I love you, too.”

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[the-lavender-lapin]

I hate you

A guilty confession. I don't want to, I didn't mean to, but now I do.

Javey

David stood in front of the circulation gate, having taken the position of leader since Jack left him the night before.

“Alright, remember, we’re hurtin them and they know it. No soakin’ or hittin’ anyone.” He reminded the newsies as the gates swung open. The wagons made their way out followed by the army of goons and scabbers.

“I’m seein t’ings tell me i seein t’ings!” Spot yelled angrily, pointing toward the scabbers. David turned around to see none other than Jack Kelly standing there, clad in new fancy clothes, a stack of papes in his hand.

David looked at him dumbfounded. He knew the other newsies were yelling things, but it all sounded muffled to him, as if he was underwater. It couldn’t be. Not his Jack. His Jack would never scab. Not the Jack that kissed him in the alleyway the night before.

“This is why you left last night isn’t it?!” He accused Jack, anger bubbling inside of him as the shock subsided.

“You’re a liar! You lied about everything!” He accused him, thinking back to the other night. Jack had confessed to him. Said that he felt things, things you’re not supposed to feel towards someone who is just a friend. They had kissed in that alleyway and now here he was, new clothes from Pulitzer of all people.

“So? What you wanna do about it Dave?” Jack responded with a shrug, acting like this wasn’t killing him inside. He had to be strong. He couldn’t afford anyone gettin locked up because of him, especially not David. The refuge was no place for someone like him. It would chew him up and spit him out and Jack wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“I don’t understand you.” David replied, crossing his arms. He gave Jack a hard look, waiting for him to break and say it was all some sort of plan. That he wasn’t really giving up.

“Oh so let me spell it out for you. You see, I aint got nobody tuckin’ me in a niht, like you. It’s just me. I gotta look out fo’ myself, alrih?!” He spat back. David didn’t understand. He had folks and a place to call home. He had others to depend on for food and clothes and shelter. He was a good boy who went to school and would probably have a fancy job in some office some day. All Jack had was Santa Fe and until then it was his job to protect the younger newsies. Francis had left him in charge. It was his job.

“You had the newsies!” Dave protested, pointing at the angry crowd who had all showed up in support of Jack and the strike.

“Oh what did bein’ a newsie eva give me bu a dime a day n a few black eyes?” Jack asked with a scoff. “Ya know, I cant afford ta be a kid no mo Dave. Fo tha firs time in my life I got money in me pockets, real money. Money. You understan?!” He replied, shoving his shoulder to emphasize his point and also to put a little distance between him and Davey.

“I got mo on tha way n as soon as i collect ‘m gone, ‘m away, alrih?!” He said heatedly. Dave didn’t understand, he was too perfect. He was too good for Jack. He couldn’t have Dave, not when he could do so much better. He had to do this.

“Well that’s good because we don’t need you!” Davey replied, gesturing towards the other newsies. “We don’t need you! Because all those words you said, those were mine.” He added on, taking a step back from him. If Jack was going to give up he would lead the strike without him. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t a coward.

That stung Jack. It made his heart drop into his stomach and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. David was right. They didn’t need him. He was replaceable.

“Yeah, but you never had the guts to say em yaself, did ya?” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth as soon as he saw the hurt in Davey’s eyes.

David straightened up and Jack could almost physically see the walls that he had gotten past to start to rebuild.

“I hate you.” David said coldly, his stare just as icy as his words, monotonous with no feeling. No life. “I hate you.” He repeated, shoving Jack away from him before walking back to the newsies, taking the rest of Jack’s heart with him.

Thanks for the ask!

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-Lav

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[kellyscowboy]

”are you asleep?” “…no.” 

either javey or karah pls?

hi! i just wanted to say that i have nothing against karah, i just feel like i'd butcher them so bad and i dont wanna do that to my girls </3 || the prompts

Jack Kelly had always dreamed of being domestic. He had dreamed of a small apartment for him and his lover, maybe a dog or cat that would sleep at the bottom of his feet. Not a child—unless he had taken someone in off the streets like Medda had done for him—but he figured he could be domestic enough without one.

But it was his first night in a new apartment, his first night away from his boys. The boys that he had raised and protected, the boys he had known for practically his whole life. He had put Racetrack in charge, and he knew the young gambler would take care of his boys, but he still felt uneasy.

It all felt unfamiliar to him. Jack wasn't used to sleeping in a nice bed, in his own room, next to a boy he loved, and without any kids to come crying to him about a nightmare. It wasn't that it was bad, just new and quite frankly, a little unsettling.

David was sound asleep beside him, his arm over Jack's torso. All Jack could do was stare at the ceiling. He tried to enjoy his new bed that was just for him and Dave, but he couldn't.

It had only been a day, and Jack had decided he didn't like being domestic. He liked where he had been the day before. With his boys, selling false headlines. And while he wasn't getting sales as much anymore, his boyish charm now gone due to his age, he still got to go home to his family. Dave was his family too, don't get Jack wrong, but it was different.

Jack felt himself tense as his boyfriend stretched. David paused mid-stretch, and tilted his head toward Jack. "Are you asleep?" He whispered.

"... No," Jack admitted, his voice booming in the quiet night.

Dave sat up and lit the lamp beside their bed. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Dave." Jack fake a smile and tucked David's hand into his chest. "It's alright. Go back to sleep."

His boyfriend shrugged and cuddled into Jack's shoulder. "I wasn't asleep, anyway. I can't sleep. I'm not used to being away from my folks, not sharing a bed with a 12 year old."

"Me neither."

"They'll be okay without you, Jack." David said. "Racetrack's got them. He's matured a lot these past two years. Besides, he was always serious when he needed to be."

"I know, I know." Jack looked down at his feet. "I just... It feels weird to know they don't need me anymore."

David was quite for a second. He grabbed at Jack's chin and forced the boy to look at them. "Just because they don't need you anymore doesn't mean they don't want you anymore. Those boy's would've killed to keep you at the lodging house till you died." Another pause. "They don't need you anymore, because they've grown. But I still need you, and I'm glad you're here with me."

Jack smiled and leaned down to give David a kiss. "Yeah, I'm glad I'm here too."

Maybe the domestic life ain't too bad, Jack thought.

#i feel like this was all over the place but its fiiiiine #anyways #enjoy #this #HELP idk i feel like i've been writing so much lately that my words are gone LOL #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games #javid #javey #newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs

[emmedoesntdomath]

Can I just have some good hcs? I need emotional support rn 😭😭

HI OF COURSE SORRY I DIDN’T ANSWER EARLIER

race has adhd, right? and because he’s also gay as hell, he has that certain audacity that says if he really tries, he believes he can do just about anything. so when he was, like, six, he taught himself the basics of morse code for shits and giggles. then he forgot about doing it, and so he never learned any more. when he became friends with albert, they learned a little bit more together, so they’d be able to communicate without other people knowing (stuff like help, no, I’m bored, this bitch, etc.) they continued using that method for years. and then they met spot, it seemed natural to include him, too. so their vocabulary expanded, and they just started talking without using words, saying things (again) like help, get me out of here, this bitch, and; I love you. 

when charlie became crutchie, he decided that no one else had to know who he used to be. jack did, of course, because jack had been francis, but that was different. he became a newsie, made friends, made family. still, he was crutchie. this wasn’t weird, or bad, because most newsies had nicknames, but most newsies had names, too. but crutchie was just crutchie. so when les asked ‘d’you still have a real name, too?’ one day in the penthouse, he froze a bit. because he did, of course he did. but crutchie was crutchie, and charlie was gone. he whispered back, ‘I don’t know. I don’t think so.’ les simply nodded and said, ‘okay. let me know if you get one.’ crutchie cried a little bit that night. over a year later, after kids had come and gone, the seasons had changed and come again, les and crutchie were in the penthouse again. les was reading and crutchie was fiddling with his crutch. ‘charlie’ he whispered. les glanced up. ‘charlie’, he said a little louder. ‘that’s my real name.’ les looked like he understood. he moved over and held out a hand to shake. ‘nice ta meetcha, charlie. I’m les.’

jack and davey once had a big fight. I mean, obviously, all couples do. but they fought, and then they didn’t speak to each other for a solid week. race was beside himself. ‘jackie, jackie, no- listen to me. listen. you NEEDS to talk to davey. don’t look at me like that. dave needs you. we needs dave. c’mon. please.’ jack, being the emotionally stunted man-child he is, did absolutely jack shit. so race turned to davey. ‘dave. dave, davey, please. look, I know he’s an idiot. believe me, I do. I’ve been putting up with the knucklehead for years, I get it. but we’s fallin apart, dave. the kids need you and jackie. I know that’s not fair to say. but its the truth. just- please. talk to him. hit em for all I care. just make this better.’ they were back together within two hours. (racetrack higgins can work MIRACLES when he tries.)

jack once called medda mom while painting a set. it was casual, a thrown over the shoulder kind of thing, and he didn’t even realize what he had said. but medda sure did. and she went home and thanked a lord that she had done nothing but screamed and yelled at for the better part of fifteen years for jack kelly, and the sheer good and happiness he brought into her life. 

elmer, splasher, slasher, magnet, graves, and their siblings having a weekly family dinner that everyone is required to attend. swipe has an invitation extended to them every week. slasher hates it. 

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