#jack x Sarah

[luke-hughes43]

jack waking up to giggles after one of the first times sarah stays over after they get together and finding sarah and alyssa cooking together or more sarah helping alyssa learn and he just smiles so wide seeing his girls so happy together

yes! this is actually so cute toast!

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I'd say jack is a fairly heavy sleeper, now that Alyssa is older and sleeps through the night. so he doesn't hear his 3 year old come into his room and say softly, "daddy?"

sarah does though. she had just come back from peeing so she was up so when Alyssa came in, she scooped her up and the 2 of them went to make coffee and breakfast.

jack woke up after like 30 minutes to an empty bed and when he sits up, he hears his baby girl giggling in the kitchen. he doesn't even bother putting a shirt and ventures out into the kitchen.

he smiles when he sees sarah holding alyssa while cooking some eggs. he sneaks up behind sarah and hugs her from behind but it scares the shit out of sarah.

sarah jumps a little bit, "jesus jack. I thought you were still asleep."

"nah, I just woke up." jack says with a smile and kisses sarah's cheek while holding her from behind. he smiles at alyssa, "good morning princess."

alyssa is giggling, while jack kisses her cheek. she is laughing and smiling and says, "hi daddy!" jack smiles at his girls.

he loved coming into the kitchen and seeing them smiling together and sarah really embracing his daughter. his heart swells when he sees the woman he's in love with embrace that he is a father first and that his daughter comes before everything.

#jack hughes #sarah hunt #alyssa hughes #jack x sarah #dad!jack #meg's mutuals🫶🏻

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Inevitable

Slightly updated version of a one-shot found in my Spot-centric anthology thing I have going on AO3. The little one-shots like this will be posted separate from the actual Sparah fic I'm working on as they are technically from different universes. Some notable changes for the sake of plot and story things.

Feel free to leave constructive criticism or to just share in the brainrot of these characters with me.

Hope ya enjoy!

Pidge is a term of endearment of the time period usually used between close friends or sweethearts. Rós is pronounced (ro-ous) or alternatively (ro-ou-sh) Roíse is pronounced (ro-sha)

He figured there wasn't much he could do when she started talking about the boy who sold near the shop she worked at. He figured there wasn't anything he could really say that wouldn't give him away when she asked if he knew the boy with the cowboy hat and red bandana. But he figured he could stretch the truth a little, she knew he wasn't Manhattan, she knew he wasn't supposed to be seen on this side of the Bridge. That he broke the few rules the Newsies could all agree on just to see her. He figured he could get away with a little white lie.

"His name's Jack Kelly. Us newsies calls him Cowboy."

"Do your nicknames really follow you to every borough?"

"Some of us they'se the only names we'se gots. Most of us don't keep the names our parents gives us."

"Is Rós your real name then, or just one you've given yourself?"

"Is real enough I suppose."

"I don't think I like that answer."

"That's life, pidge."

He knows his days are numbered when she shows up to their usual spot with bright eyes and a smile he's never seen before lighting up her face. He knows this is probably the last time he'll be able to see her like this once Jackie and his boys make good on their promise of a strike. He knows it's probably time he told her the truth.

"And he's taller than I expected. I thought he wasn't much older than you, Rós."

"I'se always been kinda short fer me age. And most of us don't keep much track o' age past when we'se can't swing it in a lodge no more."

"How old are you then?"

"Maybe sixteen? I was real little when I wound up at the lodge. Lots o' times it all jus' blurs together."

"Are there no records of you coming to the lodge?"

"I suppose, under a diff'rent name pro'lly. The one Blue gave me afore he aged out fer good."

"And when he aged out, Spot Conlon took over?"

"You'se don't gots to say 'is full name. None of us do."

"I've only heard the boys around here say his full name, and even then they're real quiet like it'll make him appear."

"Well you knows what they says about speakin' o' devil's."

"Oh you're terrible."

"So'se I'se heard."

There's no getting out of it now as he makes his way through Lower Manhattan. There's a roiling in his gut as he walks head held high and cane gripped tight in his fist as some of his boys tail him. There's newsies from every Borough and working kids alike openly watching him and plenty of adults being a little more subtle about it. There's maybe half of the older Manhattan newsies watching from the shadows as he makes his way through the midday crowd like he belongs here. There's not a sign of Cowboy or The Mouth as he settles down next to an already sitting Sarah. She hands him half a light buttery pastry and he bites back the comment that their usual spot on the fire escape in the alley behind them had better shade.

"So, from what Jack says, Spot Conlon has done a world of good for the working kids of Brooklyn. And newsies through the boroughs."

"I suppose so."

"I wouldn't mind formally meeting him. Davey said he reminded him of an avenging angel."

"Your brudda said what?"

"Oh he made some long-winded comparisons between the boy who earned the loyalty of an entire Borough -and then some- and came to the rescue of the Manhattan newsies and the angels in the Bible. Beautiful to look at and fierce to behold. Warriors of God meant to protect Heaven and Man."

"Your brudda thinks Conlon is an angel o' da Lord?"

"With everything people say about him, is it so hard to believe?"

"You Jacobs are crazy."

"Why thank you."

"Sarah, I-"

"I get why you did it. Once Jack and Davey found out about Rós it was rough. Davey had concerns for my virtue. I'm sure you can guess how Jack felt about his girl spending time with another fella."

"Jacky boy never was good at sharing."

"Then the picture came out. Jack was larger than life before but now, now he was practically walking legend. And Davey was right up there with him. Davey, Les, Racetrack, Blink and Boots and- and all those boys, they were all part of somethin bigger now. But you, you were somethin' else, Spot."

"Roíse."

"What?"

"Me name, me real one, not a nickname or somethin' I chose to make a new life, it's Roíse."

"Huh, I think I like that."

"Figures you would, pidge."

"This changes everything doesn't it?"

"A bit. I'se Spot Conlon and you'se Jack Kelly's girl. We've got a Strike ta run and I think there's more than just a factory or tha docks waitin for us when we'se age out now."

"You boys are changing the world."

"We're gonna try at least."

Francis Sullivan. Spot knew most of the newsies had fake surnames or used nicknames instead of their Christian ones but he could see why Cowboy had changed everything about his. He had been the one to break the news to Sarah when she met them outside of the courthouse sans her beau. He was glad to see she had managed to make it out safe and unharmed, glad that both 'hattan and Brooklyn had listened when he barked out the order to get her to safety above all else.

She doesn't cry when he tells her about Francis Sullivan and his real folks and his sentence to the Refuge. She doesn't cry when he tells her the cause that Cowboy had gotten himself what might as well be a life sentence to kids like them for was practically ground to a halt since Denton couldn't -wouldn't- publish another article about their strike. She doesn't cry when he finds her not two days later and tells her that the one person he had thought he could stand losing a girl like her to Legendary Strike Leader, Jack Kelly had shown up in a fancy new suit and a whole stack of crisp newspapers, denouncing the very war he started. She doesn't cry when she reaches out to pull him in close and rest her head on his shoulder while they both catch their breath like they used to on that fire escape down the block from her family's apartment but he takes a small step back, more a shifting of his weight to his back foot really, enough to keep the space between them. She doesn't cry when he takes his hat off and calls her Miss Jacobs, wishing her a good day with a bow like those fancy gents give the fancy ladies they will never be.

He doesn't say anything when he hears word that Jack 'Cowboy' Kelly is back with a plan. He doesn't say anything when he hears that Mouth is sporting a shiner from one of the Delanceys, that he got it defending his sister's honour. He doesn't say anything when he and his boys make sure Denton makes it to Roosevelt without any of Pulitzer's goons getting to him. He doesn't say a word when he sees Jack Kelly standing tall and proud and bigger than life in front of thousands of young kids who had never had a voice before now, a Jacobs on each side. He holds Les close between him and Racetrack so he doesn't get swept away in the crowd.

He doesn't look for her when Jack Kelly rides away in Teddy Roosevelt's fancy carriage. He bites his tongue when the damned fool comes back, sweeping up his girl and kissing her for all the world to see. He shrugs Racetrack off when the other boy asks him if he's okay. He pretends not to see the way the other 'hattan teenagers watch him, daring him to give them a reason. He turns away when he sees her searching for him in the crowd.

They had won the day, now he had a borough to run.

#rambler writes #newsies 1992 #newsies broadway #jack x Sarah #newsies rarepair #jack kelly x sarah jacobs #sparah #sarah x spot #spot x sarah #unrequited feelings #or is it 👀 #we'll have to wait and see #pining spot conlon #spot conlon has feelings #self indulgence time

[mellpenscorner]

Rarepair/Underrated Couples Bingo

Jack/Sarah (Newsies) - "Man on the Run" by Colony House Ann/Joe (Roman Holiday) - "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole Phillip/Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) - "The Best Things Happen While You're Dancing" by Danny Kaye Rob/Laura (The Dick Van Dyke Show) - "Sunday, Monday, or Always" by Bing Crosby Sam/Rosie (LotR) - "For the Dancing and the Dreaming" Jack/Lucy (While You Were Sleeping) - "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina & The Waves

Part 2 of 4 of Musical Bingo from this playlist.

#newsies 1992 #roman holiday 1953 #sleeping beauty 1959 #dick van dyke show #lord of the rings #lotr #while you were sleeping #jack x sarah #ann x joe #phillip x aurora #rob and laura petrie #sam x rosie #jack x lucy #editsbymellpen #otp #songs #musical bingo

[lmelodymusicl]

Broadwaysies/Livesies/Toursies/UKsies headcanon:

Katherine breaks up with Jack two weeks after the events of the musical. She realizes that their relationship was very toxic, so she decides to end that relationship and started going out with Davey.

Jack, although hurt, respects her decision. He then starts going out with Davey’s sister, Sarah (who sadly never made it in the musical, but should have!)

#katherine should’ve ended up with davey #and sarah should’ve stayed in the musical just so she could have a bigger role and end up with jack #but NO! fierstein had to cut out sarah in order to make room for katherine #i’ll never forgive him for that #newsies #newsies 1992 #1992sies #92sies #jack kelly #sarah jacobs #katherine plumber #katherine plumber pulitzer #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack x sarah #david x katherine #jarah #datherine #datherine sounds like a great shipping name

[tkwrites]

Elimination - Quinn Hughes x ofc

 gif by @thombordeleau 

Title: Elimination

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: Sad Quinn, fluff and comfort, smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), if I missed any others, please let me know. 

Summary: When the Canucks are eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sarah offers Quinn a kind of comfort he didn’t know he needed. 

Word count: 4,200

Comments: This snapshot has been a long time coming. The idea of Sarah comforting Quinn the way she does came to me while I was driving to work one day, and I immediately wrote it down. It took me quite a while to figure Quinn’s family into the story, including his brothers (yes! They're finally here!). 

As I was editing the comfort scene, I found the story continuing in a way I didn’t really expect, but mirrored Before I meet your parents… in a way I couldn’t ignore. 

If you enjoy it, please let me know by commenting or reblogging! Your comments really do inspire me to keep writing! 

Elimination 

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

The playoffs were a whole different beast than Sarah had become accustomed to. Not only was the season much longer than any of the guys were used to, practices were more intense and heated, video more in depth, the need for rest and recovery more acute. She knew first hand how tired the team was because she knew first hand how tired Quinn was. 

In the first round, they'd lost the first game in the series before rallying to win the next three. The Kings won one more before the Canucks stamped them out with the last win coming on home ice in overtime. Despite the final score only being 1-0, it was the most exciting game Sarah had ever been to. 

When she was sitting with Quinns family, Luke had taken to teasing her in that little brother way every time her hands ended up clutching her face with each shot directed at Demko or Talbot. 

“Calm down, Sarah,” he’d said, when she jumped in her seat, hands flying up to cover her mouth as Demko barrel rolled to stop another shot from Kopitar.

She'd sent a playful glare his way, “I'm surprised Kylee hasn't told you you should never tell a woman to calm down. That's a surefire way to get yourself into trouble.” 

Kylee, who was sitting on Lukes other side, snorted. “Oh, I have. He just doesn’t listen.”

Luke took it in stride and laughed. He reminded Sarah so much of her oldest nephew, Ryan. Good natured, friendly and a little bit goofy once she broke through that shy shell.

Sarah glanced at Jack, who was sitting with his some of his cousins farther down the row. His eyes darted away, as if caught staring at something he shouldn’t. 

The strained way he acted around her was getting better, but he was still pretty standoffish toward her. When she asked Quinn what she could do to fix it, he said to just give it time, and Jack would come around eventually. He didn’t think it was actually anything about her, but rather Jack needing time to adjust to the situation. 

“I think he finally realized how serious I am about you.” 

“You’re serious about me?” she’d asked, all flirty lashes and coy smiles. 

“You know I am,” he’d responded before leaning in to kiss her. 

So, she turned back to the game, giving Jack time and hoping he would see  how much she loved his older brother and that she only meant well. 

When Garland shot the overtime goal off a picture perfect pass from Quinn, he managed to catch Talbot above the blocker, sending the puck sailing into the back of the net with a definitive whoosh. 

The arena erupted into a wall of sound.

The entire team, clad in blue, spilled onto the ice, throwing helmets and gloves, crowding around Conor and Thatcher. 

Quinn was ecstatic that evening. Practically bouncing off the walls of the club they went to to celebrate. Sarah had never seen him so loud - caught up in the atmosphere and moment. 

Halfway through the night, he pulled her into a dim corner and kissed her so thoroughly, she actually considered pulling him into the dingy bathroom to have her way with him right then. 

Jack interrupted, drunkenly loud, and demanded that Quinn come with him for a round of shots. 

Quinn paused, meeting Sarah’s eye. 

“Go celebrate,” she encouraged, trying her best to not come between them. She and Quinn could find a spare moment to celebrate on their own later. 

With his family in his house, that moment hadn’t come, but she was glad to see Quinn celebrating so heartily with his brothers. 

In the second round, after three straight losses to the Predators, Vancouver battled, forcing game five, before dominating in Nashville two nights later, selling their comeback story.

When they got back to town, the whole city was buzzing.

Despite the excitement, game six was awful to watch. Sarah had her hands over her mouth through most of it.  

Now that they were fighting to tie, and the Preds were fighting, once again, to clinch the series, Nashville was playing dirty: exploiting every Canucks weakness they could find. They needled, drawing penalty after stupid, preventable penalty until they were three goals up at the end of the second period. 

Quinn was exhausted. Sarah could see it in his skating and in the slumped set of his shoulders as they went into the dressing room for the intermission.

She sent him a text, I’m so proud of you. 

He didn't reply, but they battled back, holding off all Preds offense and getting within a goal by the time Demko was pulled at the end of the third. Quinn battled fiercely to keep the puck in the offensive zone for more than a minute, giving a master class on body-eye coordination as he skirted the blue line, dodging Nashville players as if someone were controlling him with a top ice view. 

Their passes were perfect: tic-tac-toe from Quinn to Mikheyev to Lafferty, but as Sam tried to get the puck to Höglander, the pass was intercepted.

Nashville fought to center ice and chipped the puck into the Vancouver end. 

Quinn chased it, but he just didn't have enough in the tank. He caught up just as the puck bounced back out of the open net. 

Full of frustration and despair, he smacked it into the boards. Caught at just the right angle, the puck ricocheted back at him, and he had to lift a hand to block it from hitting him in the face. 

Sarah could practically see the frustrated embarrassment radiating off him as he skated to sit down. 

Demko was pulled again and Quinn managed to get the empty netter back, but through the ugly march of time, the clock expired before they could score another. 

The buzzer sounded and Nashville celebrated, throwing equipment all over the ice, all hugging and jumping as the Canucks limped into the dressing room. 

Even despite the disappointment of losing, everyone was thrilled to see them get this far. Going from the middle of the pack last season to top of the league this year was no small feat. She knew Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until they got the cup, but she was so proud of him. 

He sent a text, telling them to go home and he would meet them there when he was done with the media. 

It was torture for Sarah to have to leave and wait for him. She wished she could go down to the dressing room, but knew not only would she not be allowed in, Quinn would hate it. He would want to talk with her privately. 

Everyone was subdued as they puttered around the apartment, waiting for him. Both Jack and Luke were on their phones, sprawled out over the living room furniture, while Ellen, Jim and Kylee were doing something in the kitchen. Sarah was too nervous to even distract herself. Quinn had lost before, of course, but she’d never seen him lose like this — not this kind of a season-ending, brutal loss. 

When the elevator dinged, Sarah jumped to her feet, his family following suit, clambering into the living room.

To her surprise, Quinn came straight to her, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. His suit was rumpled, his tie attempting to slither out of his breast pocket. When she wrapped him in her arms, he practically collapsed against her. 

Ellen knew Quinn loved and trusted Sarah and that he spent far more time with her these days, but it was still a bit shocking when he bypassed them all to go straight to her for comfort.

Sarah reacted in a way Ellen never had and upon seeing the scene play out, she realized Sarah’s reaction may have been something Quinn had been longing for for a long time.

She would usually hug him for a while, before talking him down. They would soon end up dissecting shifts and plays. He would lament how he could have been better, and she would try to comfort him while still being realistic. 

Sarah just stood there, holding him. She didn't say a word, even when Quinn started to cry softly. She just ran a hand into his wet hair, while the other traveled slowly up and down his back. 

 She didn't assure or placate him, or even try to get him to stop crying. She just let him express the emotion without judgment or commentary. It hit Ellen suddenly that Sarah reacted this way because she had dealt with so much sorrow in her life, she knew how to comfort in these hard moments. 

The family stood by and watched. She didn’t look up and meet their eyes with a conspiratorial, he’ll be alright, look, or invite them into the embrace. Her whole intention was focused on Quinn. 

While it was sweet to see them together in this way, it was also a little awkward to watch, especially for the boys, who looked like they had no idea what to do.

It was full minutes before anyone said anything, and even then, it was just Sarah asking if he wanted to sit down. He shook his head so she did a little two-step, and kept on. 

As Ellen watched them interact, it was obvious how much they meant to and understood each other. It was so sweet to witness her son finding the person he needed that she pulled out her phone to record them, wanting to document the moment. 

When they finally spoke, Ellen was glad she was filming. 

“I let everyone down,” Quinn said, his voice choked with emotion, just above a whisper. 

“No.” Her voice was quite loud, the word definitive, leaving no room for doubt. It was a bit shocking to hear Sarah be so forceful.

Taking his jaw, she gently lifted his head up so he had to look into her eyes. 

“No,” she repeated, her voice a little softer now. “This wasn't only your fault, and it didn't happen because of anything you did by yourself.”

Ellen wasn’t sure she would go that far… If he had gone for a change, someone with fresh legs may have been able to chase down that empty netter.

“You don’t win as a team, but lose by yourself. That’s not how this works.”

Now she understood where Sarah was going. 

“I know this run is ending sooner than you wanted and I'd be more concerned if you weren't sad.” She paused for a long moment, looking into his eyes as if she was searching for something. When she didn’t find it, she continued, “I just - I want you to remember that I don't love you because you play hockey.” 

His lower lip trembled and Ellen felt hers do the same. 

“I love you because of this big, kind heart,” she said as she pressed a hand to his chest, “and because of this brilliant, thoughtful mind,” her other hand slid into the hair at his temple. “And those are the same as they were this morning. You're so much more than hockey.”

He was looking at her like she'd hung the moon. 

Ellen felt tears slip down her own cheeks. All her life, she’d been trying to strike a balance with her boys - trying to find the right way to tell them hockey was just a part of who they are. And here Sarah was, walking into their life, and saying the exact thing Ellen had been trying to say all along. 

Right then and there, the remaining reservations she had about Sarah were swept onto the back burner. She knew it would still take some getting used to, but how could she not love this woman standing in front of her, telling her son she loved him for who he was and not for the things he did? It was all she could ask for as a mother. 

She glanced over at Jack, who looked a little dumbfounded, as if seeing Sarah for the first time. Luke was smiling in a glad, knowing way, his arm looped around Kylee. 

Jim, standing on Ellen’s other side had a mixture of pride and disappointment on his face. Ellen knew he was going to battle with himself at the thought of Quinn crying over being eliminated. When they were kids, he would have told the boys to buck up, despite Ellen’s insistence it was okay for them to express their sadness for a little while. 

The happiness at seeing someone accept Quinn as he was won out, and Jim put his arm around Ellen with a conspiratorial smile.

“Of course you’re going to be sad,” Sarah continued. “Like I said, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. But you,” she poked him gently in the chest to emphasize her point, “sure as hell didn’t let me down.” 

Quinn threw his arms around her in a fierce hug. “I love you.”   

“I love you, too.” 

He wiped at his eyes, then turned to the family. They embraced him one by one. 

After she’d hugged Quinn, Ellen went to Sarah, “I don’t know how you did that,” she said, pulling her close, “but that was exactly what he needed.” 

When Quinn made his way back to Sarah, he kissed her temple. His eyes were still red, cheeks still splotched with color, but he looked settled. Not satisfied or happy, really, but settled.

Later that night, Ellen sent the video to her sister, making her promise to not share it with anyone. She just needed someone else to see the tenderness. 

Oh, Elle, I'm so glad Quinn finally found a good one. I can't wait to meet her. 

At the same time Ellen was texting her sister, Quinn was lying next to Sarah in bed. Her words from earlier replaying over and over again in his thoughts. 

He'd practically begged her to stay over. She hadn't planned to with his family in the house, but he felt a bit needy and wanted the comfort of her next to him. 

“Thank you for tonight,” he said, turning to her.

She rolled onto her side so they were face to face. “I'm always gonna be in your corner, Quinn.”

Leaning in, he kissed her - gently at first, but it soon turned more passionate. 

The fact that they would be apart before too long was on both their minds as they made love that night. 

“Oh, Quinn. Right there, right there,” she chanted, voice soft. 

The simple fact that he could make her feel this way made his heart feel full to bursting. At least he hadn't lost that. 

Keeping eye contact, his hand traced to her left knee and pulled it up over his hip. He didn’t want her to have the same old orgasm. Not tonight. A big part of him wanted to prove he could still excel here.

Head tipping back, Sarah panted.  

His other hand came up to guide her chin back down. 

The way she clenched around him when their eyes met made his hips stutter.

She lifted herself up to catch his mouth. It changed the angle of his thrusts, making his whole body quiver. He tried to brace against it, slowing down and concentrating on kissing the breath out of her. 

It worked in that they were both breathless before too long, but didn't ease the feeling of being pulled to the very edge of his restraint. The competitive streak inside him wasn't about to allow himself to come before she did - especially not tonight, when he had so much left to prove. 

“No,” she gasped  when he pulled away. “I was right there.”

He laughed into her skin. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, before tracing his mouth over her clavicle and trailing his tongue between her breasts, savoring the salty taste of her skin. 

The blankets pulled with him as he settled between her legs, and Sarah gasped as the cool air of his room hit her. 

She looked so ethereal in a pool of soft light from one of the skylights, her chest rising and falling at a hurried, steady pace. 

“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered. 

Times like these, Quinn still wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to find Sarah. She seemed to be his perfect match in every way. It wasn’t always smooth sailing - nothing ever was. This summer was sure to take a toll on their relationship. He knew, somehow, they would come out on the other side, better and stronger, but all the same, he wasn’t looking forward to spending so many nights without her. 

Pushing that worry out of his mind, he concentrated the task at hand and lowered his mouth to her hot center. 

It was his turn to give thanks.

She was acutely aware of his family in the apartment: brothers on the floor below, while his parents were down the hall. They were never particularly loud in bed, but the thought of his family overhearing hushed her vocal cords even more. 

“Quinn,” she whimpered.

He ate up every whisper, every little whine and panted breath, knowing they were just for him. 

Making some unintelligible noise, her back arched, lifting off the mattress. 

She whined when he eased two fingers into her and lifted his mouth. 

“Help me find it?” he whispered, crooking his fingers.

“Higher.”

He moved slowly, not wanting to go too fast and pass over it.  

“There, there,” she panted. 

Reaching up with his free hand, he disentangled her fingers from the sheet so he could grasp her hand, linking them together.

“You can press a little harder. It’s not as sen -” her voice broke off into a groaned, “oh, fuck,” as he urged that soft, spongey spot with a heavier touch. 

They’d done this more after his revelatory first time, and he loved discovering new things about her. He still had a hard time finding her g-spot on his own, but he was learning. Tonight felt like a whole new ego stroke, one he was seeking if he was being honest with himself.

His mind wandered back to the first time he’d touched her, the way she’d reminded him of Helen of Troy - beautiful beyond belief. He ached for her the same way now as he watched her fall apart. Mouth dropped open as her body pulled taught as a bow string, one hand grasping the headboard for stability while the other clutched his like a vice.

As she came down from her high, he kept his fingers pressed into her.

Even as she squirmed against the sensitivity from his strong touch, she felt a blaze of pleasure reignite in her belly, faster than it ever had before. 

Still kneading with his fingertips, he lowered down, sucking her sensitive pearl into his mouth. She let out a strangled cry that left him dizzy with satisfaction. 

The contrast of his warm mouth and soft tongue on her core against the harsh rasp of his playoff beard on her inner thighs wound her tighter and tighter until he was sparking so much ecstasy in her body, she couldn't quite remember why she was trying to be so quiet.

Her fingers tightened in his at the same time her legs trembled and he knew she was close. He continued on, mouth soft and steady while his fingers worked with more focused intent. 

The way she whimpered his name made him groan and rock his hips into the mattress to get a bit of relief.

When the tension in her pelvis finally snapped, Sarah cried out. 

It was only after she came back to herself and he eased his fingers from her that she worried about how loud she'd been. 

Before she could ask, he knocked her breathless again as he slid his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with apparent relish. 

“Did I yell?” she whispered as he crawled back over her. 

He shook his head, “not too loud. I don't think they heard.”

The anxiety ebbed away as he leaned in to kiss her. 

“Can you turn over?” he asked, lips barely grazing hers. 

She pulled back to look into his face. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he said. 

“You already did. Twice.”

“Please?” he asked, ghosting his lips over her cheek, “let me make you come one more time.”

In reality, Quinn was tired, but his pride was insistent, eager to feel her again and he knew if he got her on her stomach she’d come faster than in missionary. 

He could see worry in her expression, but she did as he asked, the sheets clinging briefly to her back as she rolled. 

One of his hands grazed down her side, following the curvature of her hip before tracing her hamstring all the way to the knee. Hooking his hand there, he eased her leg out to the side. 

He really was spoiling her. Eagle with a broken wing was her favorite position other than missionary, but they didn’t do it terribly often, both generally preferring to see the other when they were together. 

She felt Quinn’s heat before any of his skin, and raised her hips slightly to facilitate him. 

“You’re —” she broke off into a groan as he eased into her again. She was so sensitive, she was fairly certain she would have fallen apart all over again if he had given her an intense enough look. Heat was already climbing up her spine and he hadn't even moved yet. 

His hands appeared near hers as he braced on his forearms. She moved to lace her fingers through his. 

When he began to thrust, he felt her fingers curl until her nails kissed his palms  

Listening to her sweet sounds, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to live in her forever.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, chaos sparking all over her skin. “I didn't think I could come this many times so quickly.”

Her hushed statement rushed to his head. “Sarah,” he moaned into her neck. “Fuck, Sarah.” 

His mouth traced the curve of her neck before gently biting the ridge of her shoulder.

The prick of pain from his teeth combined with the way he was hitting her g spot in a steady, continuous rhythm had Sarah’s mouth falling open. “Oh. Quinn,” she moaned. “Just like that. Please don't stop.” 

Feeling out of his mind with pleasure and pride, he rested his forehead on her back.

Only after he felt her tremble and pulse around him and chanting that he loved her, he let himself go, spilling into her with a loud groan he tried to muffle into her skin. 

They stayed that way for a long while, his sweaty chest pressed into her back. He was a comfortable weight, pressing her into the mattress.

Quinn talked himself into moving and eased out, his wince matching the breath she hissed through her teeth. Before he could decide which side to roll onto, she was turning onto her back, and pulling him into her embrace. 

Resting his head on her chest, he sighed. 

Sarah smiled, tired but gratified and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but waited, knowing Quinn needed this extra affection.

“I don't…” he started to say, then trailed off, slowly tracing a circle around her belly button. 

He had never felt supported and loved like he had today. Not only when she just let him cry, but when she reminded him that she loved the things about him that weren't his job. 

Quinn hadn't known how much he needed to hear Sarah’s words until she was saying them. His whole family was so entwined in hockey that, even though he knew his parents loved him, it sometimes felt like his success and failure in the arena were wrapped up in their affection and approval. It was one of the reasons Jack always felt like the favorite child, as he had the most natural talent. 

“You don't?” she urged when he didn’t say anything else.

He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “I feel like I don't deserve you.” 

A little smile played on her lips, “I feel that way sometimes, too, but I'm not really sure it's about deserving. Everyone deserves love.” 

She paused for a long time playing with his hair. It relaxed Quinn, causing him to practically melt into her.

“I'm glad we're both willing to put in the work and try to meet in the middle,” she said quietly.

He agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.

As they stayed that way for a long time, Quinn felt cocooned in her love and hoped she felt the same. 

“Okay,” she said a little while later, starting to feel sticky and itchy, “I’m sorry, but I really need to shower, or at least rinse off.” 

They took a quick shower, and Quinn changed the fitted sheet as she redid her skincare. 

When they finally fell asleep tangled together, she in a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, and he in his boxers, it was well after three. 

After sleeping like the dead, Quinn woke close to ten, still feeling that strong swell of gratitude easing the disappointment in his chest. 

If anyone in his family had heard them, they were all excellent actors, and didn't say a thing. 

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#quinn & sarah snapshots #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes smut #qh43 #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey romance #hockey fic

[uncertaininnit]

Esther got on facebook

#I was inspired #newsies #92sies #jack kelly #esther jacobs #davey jacobs #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #javey #javid #what is Jack x Sarah called lmao #Jarah? #Jarah #Newsies memes

[emmedoesntdomath]

davey, facedown into a pillow: I hate him

sarah, reading next to him: I thought you wanted to have his children?

davey: I can be multifaceted!

#sarah let him have his gay crisis in peace damn #newsies #92sies #uksies #livesies #west endsies #manhattan newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies david jacobs #jack x davey #javey newsies #javey #javid #javid newsies #sarah jacobs #jack kelly newsies #jack kelly #newsies incorrect quotes #emme’s bad ideas #emme’s incorrect quotes

[bwaybby09]

Jack: Dating a Jacobs is great!

Katherine: So great!

Jack: The best!

Katherine: But they can be a tad judgmental.

Jack: Almost punitive.

Katherine: They are monsters.

Jack: That’s why me and Katherine formed a secret alliance to help each other cover up our little mistakes. Like back in December, when I hastily purchased an expensive prop for an open house.

#newsies incorrect quotes #source: modern family #javid #newsbians #jack kelly #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #davey jacobs #sarah jacobs #jack kelly x david jacobs #katherine pulitzer x sarah jacobs #newsies #newsies musical #newsies 1992

[lcandothisallday]

Blurb with Jack:

6. "I don't know how to tell you that I need you without sounding needy."

6. "I don't know how to tell you that I need you without sounding needy."

Jack Harlow x f!reader

With the release of Jack's newest album and the upcoming release of his debut film White Men Can't Jump, life was very hectic to say the least.

You currently sat in the private jet with Jack and his team, enroute to LA. You hated that city with a passion but you were gonna support your man through and through.

You were scrolling on your phone, frantically replying to texts with a concerned look on your face. In your opinion, you felt your bummiest--your hair in a claw clip, half of it falling out, while you wore a pair of shorts and one of Jack's hoodies that engulfed your figure completely. He however felt that you looked stunning. Men and their weird turn ons.

"Baby if you frown any harder your brows are gonna get stuck like that," Jack teased a smirk on his lips. His comment made you raise your head up and look at him with heated cheeks.

"Sorry," you breathe out. "There's just a problem at work and everyone is apparently incompetent all of a sudden," you sigh.

Jack's smirk widened as he stretched, his shirt riding up slightly as he did so, before he slyly threw his arm over your shoulder. The action caused you to raise your eyebrow at your man. "What's up with you?" you giggled in question.

Jack merely shrugged in response. "Nothin'--just think you look good is all." You can't help your scoff. "I look terrible--I didn't even get the chance to shower this morning--"

"Could've fooled me, baby," he mused, shifting a bit in his seat which earned your focus to shift to his lap where his grey sweatpants showed he was clearly bricked up.

"Jackman!" you scold quietly, lightly smacking his arm. "I swear you act like a fifteen year old boy," you tsk.

"Yeah well," Jack shrugged. ""I don't know how to tell you that I need you without sounding needy," he mumbled back lowly in reply. "Now c'mon--let's go into the bathroom--"

"Absolutely not! I'm a respectable woman and I am not joining the mile high club with all your friends onboard--"

Jack couldn't help his grin as he tugged on your hand. "Weren't so respectable last night when you--"

Your eyes immediately widened as your hand flew to cover his mouth to stop him from continuing. "Jackman--if you finish that sentence I swear to God..."

"Y'all nasty" Urban groaned, shaking his head as he overheard.

#jack harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow blurb #Jack Harlow imagine #sarah's blurb night✨

[the-racer]

modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.

modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.

modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.

#literally race doesnt share food with ANYONE and will kill to keep his own food #finch is defensive over his food and we all know it #jack and davey always love giving each other a bite of whatever theyre eating #blink always says “look over there” and when mush turns he'll steal a fry or something and then mush does the same #newsies #92sies #livesies #uksies #sprace!! #sprace #javey #javid #newsbians #redfinch #blush #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #race x spot #spot conlon #spot x race #racetrack higgins #racetrack newsies #race newsies #jack x davey #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #sarah jacobs #sarah x katherine #katherine x sarah

[fvnalgirlcomplex]

GUTS SERIES!

ALL-AMERICAN BITCH — hockey player!reader

summary: i don’t get angry when i’m pissed. i’m the eternal optimist.

BAD IDEA RIGHT? — trevor zegras

summary: haven’t heard from you in a couple months but i’m out right now and all f*cked up

VAMPIRE — nico hischier ( coming soon )

summary: how do you lie? how do you lie? how do you lie?

LACY — sarah cameron

summary: lacy, oh, lacy, i just loathe you lately and i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you

BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL — oscar piastri

summary: i broke a glass, tripped and fell, told secrets i shouldn’t tell

MAKING THE BED — tom blyth

summary: and i tell someone i love them just as a distraction they tell me that they love me like i’m some tourist attraction

LOGICAL — charles leclerc

summary: and now you got me thinking two plus two equals five and i’m the love of your life

GET HIM BACK! — jamie drysdale

summary: he said he’s six foot two and i’m like “dude nice try” but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends

LOVE IS EMBARRASSING — lando norris

summary: i’m planning my wedding with some guy i’m never marrying

THE GRUDGE — drew starkey

summary: my undying love, now, i hold it like a grudge

PRETTY ISN’T PRETTY — jack hughes

summary: but i’d always feel the same cause pretty isn’t pretty enough anyway

TEENAGE DREAM — f1 driver!reader

summary: when am i gonna stop being great for my age and just starting being good?

OBSESSED — mat barzal

summary: i’m so obsessed with your ex. i know she’s been asleep on my side of your bed and i can feel it.

GIRL I’VE ALWAYS BEEN — jamie drysdale

summary: don’t say that i’ve been actin’ different, i’m nothing if i’m not consistent.

SCARED OF MY GUITAR — luke hughes

summary: i can’t lie to it the same way i lie to you, i’m so scared of my guitar.

STRANGER — jack hughes

summary: i cried a million rivers for you, but that’s over now. you’re just a stranger i know everything about.

SO AMERICAN — oscar piastri

summary: when he laughs at all my jokes and he says i’m so american, oh god, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much.

#GUTS SERIES🩸 #olivia rodrigo #guts #trevor zegras #jack hughes #zendaya #f1 imagine #drew starkey #jj maybank #sarah cameron #jamie drysdale #lando norris #charles leclerc #oscar piastri #x reader #nico hischier #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #tom blyth

[luke-hughes43]

finally | jack and sarah | insta edit

this is when sarah graduates from nursing school

~

sarahhuntt

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sarahhuntt 5 years, 2 schools, 1 olympic silver medal, a new ac joint, a new labrum, and I finally have my BSN! and I graduated with honors!

thanks rutgers for giving me the chance to give back to the sport that I love so dearly while also allowing me to finish my degree!

and thank you lsu for an unforgettable freshman year and a chance to compete in the sec even if it was only for one year!

excited for my next journey!

Tagged: rutgersnb, lsu

Comments: (Have Been Limited by User)

jackhughes alyssa and I are so happy and proud of you sarah! congratulations!🥳🥂❤���

sarahhuntt thank you jack! give lys a big hug for me🥰😘

stellazegras_ so so so so proud of you sar! thank you for being such a great role model for me all these years!!!!! I love you!❤️🫶🏻

sarahhuntt always stella. cheering for you always!❤️🫶🏻

ru_softball proud of our assistant coach! you are welcome in the banks anytime!❤️⚔️

sarahhuntt thank you! and thank you for me being my second family!❤️⚔️

lsusoftball so proud of our sec freshman of the year!! way to geaux sarah!

sarahhuntt thank you! baton rouge will forever hold a special place in my heart and geaux tigers!💜🐯

#sarah hunt #jack hughes #jack x sarah #dad!jack

[bigmack2go]

When people ask what ships i have in newsies im always like

BRO??? I can maybe tell you the ships i dont have that’ll go faster. There are like three.

#newsies #newsie strike #newsies 1992 #newsies musical #spromeo #romeo x specs #idk but i hc romeo as 13 or so #so uh yeah #crack #jack x crutchie #idk i mean i can see why u ship them but they litterally call each other brithers #idk mannn #kara #kathrine and sarah #listen dont hate me pls #but i just cant #redfinch #albert x finch #i just can’t get behind it

[oncasette]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐔…

✷ my character themed spotify playlists

ELIXIR OF BLOODLUST. astarion ancunin $100.00

AVIATION GIN. bradley bradshaw $21.86

BAHAMA MAMA. sarah cameron $50.00

CAMPARI. jennifer check $17.00

DEVILCRAFT. patch cipriano $4.55

VANILLA MILKSHAKE. charlie dalton $1.25

WHISKEY. jack daniels $16.99

AMERICANO. kevin dolenz $0.79

GRAPICO. steve harrington $0.79

DRINK ME POTION. alice liddell $0.00

VERITASERUM. narcissa malfoy $65.34

MELLOW YELLOW. eddie munson $0.25

O’HARREN’S SCOTCH. matt murdock $14.15

HANKY PANKY. andrew neiman $5.34

TRU: BLOOD. eric northman $9.80

ROOT BEER FLOAT. peter parker $4.50

JOSE CUERVO. javier peña $19.86

SHASTA COLA. peter quill $4.99

DIAZEPAM. harley quinn $7.37

MALT WHISKEY. harvey specter $1,324.00

JAGER. phil wenneck $19.99

LIQUID DEATH. everlark $12.74

#spotify #playlists #rhett abbott #bradley bradshaw #rafe cameron #sarah cameron #jennifer check #patch cipriano #charlie dalton #jack daniels #steve harrington #jim hopper #alice liddell #narcissa malfoy #jj maybank #frankie morales #eddie munson #matt murdock #andrew neiman #eric northman #peter parker #javier pena #harley quinn #love quinn #jake seresin #phil wenneck #everlark #peeta mellark x katniss everdeen

[daveys-sister]

Jack: Why are you so mad at me? Is it because I slept with your brother?

Sarah: You did WHAT?!

Jack: Well fuck, that wasn’t it.

#newsies #newsies live #92sies #uksies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #west endsies #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #javid #javey #jack kelly x david jacobs #Jack Kelly and Sarah Jacobs #incorrect quotes

[inkwell-illustrations]

Davey: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!  Jack: Um...Neat.  *later*  Jack: I said "Neat," Katherine. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.  Katherine: Don't beat yourself up, Jack. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Sarah confessed her love for me?  Jack: Didn't you thank her?  Katherine *hits her forehead*: I fucking thanked her.

#Newsbians #jack x davey #jack kelly newsies #newsies musical #sarah x katherine #katherine x sarah #newsies broadway #incorrect qoutes #incorrect newsies quotes #newsies incorrect quotes #incorrect newsies qoutes #sarah jacobs #jack newsies #javid newsies #javey newsies #jack x david #davey x jack #davey newsies #davey jacobs #katherine newsies #newsies katherine #sarah newsies #newsies sarah #incorrect quotes newsies #newsies jack kelly #david x jack