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next? :OOOO
i was just working on the beach au so you get some fresh from the brain writing (also two sentences instead of one bc i like giving context)
David cracked an eye open just enough to glance at Jack. His cheeks were pink again, and Jack thought he would never find a mix of paint to accurately recreate the color.
KAT MAY WE HAVE SOME.... JO AND MORGAN.... PRETTY PLEASE
ALWAYS also this has been sitting in my wips folder forever but it's finally done!
raindrops on roses
It had been raining all day. The city was soaked until everything was a dull grey, from the pavement to the people. So when Jo heard crying from the alley next to the club she was surprised. It wasn't a person, no, it was too small a sound. As she got closer to the crying she found a tiny calico kitten wailing her little lungs out.
“Oh honey.” Jo scooped the little creature into her arms, stroking it's head gently, “Is your mama around?”
The tiny cat just buried herself further into Jo's arms, trying to escape from the cold as Jo looked around the alley for any signs of the mother cat.
After almost ten minutes Jo was soaked to the bone and with no sign of the kitten's mother or littermates. “Well it looks like you'll be coming home with me then little one.”
The pair trekked through the rainy streets of Cleveland, the kitten tucked safely in Jo’s warm coat. She really should have brought an umbrella. But finally they made it home, home to the apartment building just a few blocks down from the club.
“Before I say anything, you have to promise not to be angry.” Jo stepped through the door, that wasn't her finest entrance, but that could be blamed on the rain and how the tiny bundle in her arms squirmed, anxious to get down.
“What did you do this time?” Morgan sighed as she turned around from where she stood at the kitchen counter. It was obvious she had been baking again, the apartment was warm and smelled like summer fruits.
“Surprise?” Jo uncovered the kitten, who poked her head out of Jo’s hands to look around before crying again.
“Jo, is that a kitten? Where on Earth did you find a kitten?” Morgan stood there in her apron, blueberry filling splattered across the front, looking baffled as ever.
“Outside.” The cat meowed louder. “I think she's hungry, do we have any milk?”
“Outside where exactly?” Morgan followed Jo back into the kitchen in a state of disbelief at her girlfriend’s antics.
“The Wisp, she was crying and her mama wasn't around. So I picked her up.” Jo pulled out the half gallon of milk from the fridge, making sure to keep a good grip on the squirmy kitten. “Hand me a saucer and a spoon please.”
Morgan blew out an exasperated breath, as she retrieved the items. “I guess we can keep it, but it better not have fleas.”
“She doesn't have fleas, and just look at that face.” Jo held the cat up for Morgan to see.
And Morgan melted. She reached out a finger and pet the calico’s tiny, fluffy head. “She is kinda cute.”
Jo just smiled as she settled down on the floor, the kitten placed directly in front of her. “Now let's see how hungry the baby girl is.”
She carefully poured some of the milk into a small dish, the half gallon then set behind her. With one hand holding the still crying kitten in place she dipped the spoon into the milk. “Open wide.”
“You're doing it wrong, here give it to me.” Morgan took the spoon with a little milk in it and held it just in front of the kittens nose. Eventually after she had cried a bit after getting her nose wet she lapped up the milk with a starved fervor.
“There we go,” Morgan cooed as the little cat ate until her belly was full. “Now go see your mama.”
She handed Jo the sleepy kitten as she cleaned up the milky mess. Then not before long the kitten let out the most precious yawn before curling up against Jo's chest completely. She fell asleep in a matter of seconds, her tiny chest rising and falling softly.
“She needs a name,” Jo said quietly, not wanting to wake the kitten.
“She does,” Morgan thought for a moment, taking off her berry stained apron, “What about Ophelia?”
“Perfect.” Jo rubbed a finger under the newly named Ophelia's chin. “Our own little Ophelia.”
They sat in silence a little while longer, just watching calico sleep. It filled the usually cold kitchen with a warmth, almost a sense of fulfilment. Whatever it was neither woman wanted to break it.
“I love you, you know.” Morgan leaned in the kiss Jo, careful not to disturb Ophelia. “Even if you do bring animals home without warning.”
“I love you more,” Jo mumbled against Morgan's lips, not wanting the kiss to end. Morgan's kisses always felt like home and safety, something she never wanted to leave.
“I love you most.” Morgan sealed her words with another sunshine kiss and Jo knew in that moment she had everything she could ever want and then some.
1 and 6 for the asks!
penzy ily!! these were tough but i think i got them
1. How does the casting call describe you?
the best friend, tall, awkward, the opposite of their best friend/main character, probably an alto
6. What are some meaningful objects or images that recur in the show and that have become the show’s symbols?
this one's tough, but it would probably be books or a pair of dance shoes
vanya hargreeves, emma nolan, and sarah jacobs!
penzy this was hard, but i think i got it figured out
slow burn: sarah, i would get to spend a bunch of time at the jacobs house and geek out with davey whilst falling for sarah, it's perfect
fake date: emma, think World Ain't Ready type situation, ie faking to date so another wlw couple would feel safe going to prom
enemies to lovers: vanya, violin/cello rivalry is all i have to say
can u do "i woke up, and you were gone" for bujo or javid?? pretty please with strawberries on top fgsjdgshgds
this is really sad and v angsty, but i absolutely love it
tw for past death and alcohol/drunkenness
gone
JoJo tapped against a window she had visited a thousand times before, but she could barely hear the sound over her own labored breathing. She needed to know that Buttons was safe.
After an infinite amount of time the window was thrown open, a bleary looking Buttons standing before it.
“JoJo?” Buttons asked, rubbing her eyes.
JoJo all but flung herself through the open window, clutching onto Buttons for dear life. Tears were running down her face and soaking into Buttons shirt. She had never needed to hold someone as badly as she did then.
“Jo, what's wrong. Talk to me,” Buttons whispered, pulling JoJo the rest of the way through the window and into her lap. She ran a hand through JoJo’s tangled hair, carefully working out some of the knots.
“I, I woke up and you were gone.” JoJo shook even harder as she choked out the words, her voice rough and raw from crying, “You were gone.”
She felt tears drip onto her back, “I'm right here sweetheart, I’m always going to be here. I promise.”
JoJo didn't say anything for a long time, the only sound coming from her were ragged breaths and half silenced cries before she finally sobbed out, “I know.”
Another bout of tears wracked her frame, it made her feel small in Buttons’ arms, like she could break with the slightest movement. She felt like a boat lost in a hurricane with no way of knowing which way was up.
“It felt so real. The blood was everywhere, and I couldn't breathe.”JoJo buried her face in Buttons’ neck, she needed to know this was real and not part of the dream, “You were gone.”
Buttons carefully took one of JoJo’s hands, “Feel this?” She put the hand over her own heart.
JoJo nodded shakely, she felt the soft thrum of a heart beneath the worn cotton of Buttons’ nightshirt. It was steady and solid and so very real.
“That's what says I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.” Buttons sealed her words with a gentle kiss to JoJo’s forehead. “You got that?”
JoJo nodded again, still not able to speak past the lump in her throat, but this time she returned the kiss. It was soft and sweet, a reminder that everything was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay.
JoJo thought about that night a lot. The cruel irony of it all. She laughed at it as she took another drink from the bottle she'd stolen from Race, be would kill her for it later, but she was too drunk to care. The world seemed a lot less cold when one was drunk and up nearly eight stories in the air.
She swung her legs back and forth, the cold metal of the fire escape digging into her thighs. It wasn't the same fire escape, no it was the one at Duane Street Lodging, not the one belonging to the Davenport's nearly a mile away. But New York air was New York air no matter where you were, it was all the same smoke filled, dust laden, barely breathable air.
JoJo laughed again, the cold sound ringing off the buildings. Three weeks to the day and she hadn't gone to see them yet. Catherine probably needed help with Marianne now that…
She took another long drink, relishing in the burn it left down her throat. She wasn't going to think about that. She couldn't think about that and not want to hurl herself into the street below.
But she was. It was all she ever thought about anymore. A swath of blue would catch her eye, or a little would rip their sleeve. Even passing by the baker that would always offer them leftover muffins made her want to break down into tears. She saw her in flowers and clouds, boring headlines and stale biscuits.
Buttons was everywhere except the places she should have been.
She wasn't early to the distribution gate. She didn't have a flock of littles trailing around her on Saturdays at the lodging house. She wasn't there with a joke and a smile when JoJo had a bad day.
She was really gone this time.
No more patchwork dress. No more smiling brown eyes. No more secret glances across crowded rooms. No more late nights spent watching the few stars they could.
All of it was gone. Her entire world was gone.
“You were going to be the best damn seamstress this city had ever seen, and I was going to be right there by your side changing the world. I was gonna be a reporter or whatever it is that Kathy is.” Her eyes traveled to the stars, “But I'm not anymore. You’re not anymore”
Images of a runaway cart and blood, so much blood, flashed through her memory. She could almost hear her own screams again.
She drank the last of the bottle’s contents before dropping it to the street below. The sound of breaking glass was a beautiful cacophony to JoJo’s ears.
She leaned back against the rough brick of the lodging house. Part of her wanted to get up and fall like the bottle, falling sounded nice. She wondered if it would hurt at all.
“It might not hurt you, but it would hurt the rest of us.” A soft voice startled her from her thoughts.
“I wasn't really gonna,” She slurred, trying to get her eyes to focus on the grey silhouette in the window. It was hard when the world swam and her thoughts leaked out her mouth.
“Sure you weren't.” The figure leaned out the window, revealing himself to be Finch, “C’mon JoJo let’s get you inside.”
“Don’t wanna,” She mumbled again, shaking her head like a stubborn little kid. “Too many people.”
That was a lie. Finch probably saw right through it. There weren’t too many people in there, it was just lacking the one she needed most.
“Alright, we’ll stay out here then.” He climbed the rest of the way through the window, coming to settle right next to JoJo. A few beats passed by in silence, neither one willing to break it before FInch looked up and said, “The stars are nice aren’t they?”
One little phrase, that’s all it took and JoJo was crying again. Big heaving sobs, as if all the tears she hadn’t cried were surfacing tenfold. She buried her face into Finch’s shoulder. “I miss her so much. I just want her back. I need her back.”
“I know love, trust me I know.” He turned to hold her close. “I’m so sorry you lost her.”
Once she started it seemed the words wouldn’t stop their nearly unintelligible flow, “She was going to open a tailor shop and everything. We had plans for everything. We were going to live happily ever after just like a fairytale. Why didn’t we get to Finch? Why didn't we get to?”
“The world is a cruel place for people like us. We're always working, always trying to get out of the gutter, and if that doesn’t get us, something else will.” Even in her inebriated state JoJo felt those words had a double meaning.
People like us. Newsies. Street urchins. Kids without a home.
People like us. Those who fell in love with those they shouldn’t.
She just nodded, her eyes starting to droop closed. As much as she hated to admit it Finch was warm and comfortable, “I’m falling asleep.”
“Sleep, you earned it. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He adjusted the smallest bit until they were both comfortable enough to sleep.
As her mind drifted into the world of sleep and dreams she realized the world was still just as empty as it was before, but maybe she was a little less alone than she had thought.
G, I, Q?
penz ily and these asks are great
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?
for the most part i write in order of start to finish, but sometimes i get an idea for a scene and write around it, but that's kinda rare
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?
for writing it's probably magic aus of any sort and i love some good mindless fluff to read even if i'm shit at writing it
Q: How do you feel about collaborations?
i would love to collaborate with someone, but my writing process might be a little too chaotic and all over the place for the collab to go well
sun and moon!!!
sun: when the sea calls
Rafaela reached the docks just as the sun began to crest over the horizon, throwing pastel colors up into the atmosphere.
moon: the garden where we met
The moon shone down, but her light was lost among the glow and hum of electric lights.
