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[loving-jack-kelly]

Jack Crutchie and Race childhood best friends who took turns sleeping at each others' houses when things were bad at home, who spent so much time together that they practically have their own language, who understand each other so well they don't even have to speak to know what's going on, who are so casually affectionate and loving with each other that all of the have been accused of dating the others more than once, who are each others' stability and solid ground and constant through everything life throws at them.

[theatricalwriter]

could i get ships for newsies and wicked, if possible? i'm a bi female, 5 feet tall, curly dark hair, and a prominent nose. i'm really dorky and neurotic, and i have this constant need for people to like me, and i'm not sure why? and i love to sing, except i can only sing theatrical stuff because i've got a really noticeable vibrato (and because i'm extra). i also write sometimes? but i haven't really had time lately, because school is mean.

i’m sorry this took so long and i’m really sorry they aren’t my best. it’s been a while since i wrote headcanons so these aren’t where i’d like them to be bt i really hope you enjoy them!!

newsies:

i ship you with davey!!

this boi

THIS BOI

so you guys meet in school probs

he hears you singing to yourself as your cleaning the blackboards and he’s all like: jasadmsmd omg this girl

somehow he finds the courage to talk to you and asks if you want to go on a date to which you accept

first date was totally cute

y’all went out to this lil cheap restaurant (and by cheap i mean a family friend that gives him a hefty discount)

you both talked about our life aspirations and interests

davely loves that you write and also loves your singing

wants to hear you sing 24/7

lsdsldflsmd loves your hair

like he just loves how your curls bounce when you both run down the new york streets just because you want

truthfully, a little after your third date, he realizes he’s whipped for you

the boys don’t let him forget that either

like he’ll do everything he can for you and more

speaking of the boys, you're super nervous to meet them

you just really want them to like you, even if davey insists that they will

you had a little dinner at jacobi’s with jack, kath, crutchie, race, and a few others

race flirted with you almost all night just to rile davey up but they loved you so so so soooooooooo much

on the days where you aren’t doing anything, you two will just sit in his apartment doing nothing in particular

like, you’ll be writing while he reads and it’s just peaceful silence

during one of these lazy days, you two have your first kiss

it was cold in december so you were both curled up together under the same blanket which was pretty normal for you two

but for some reason, the second the two of you looked into each other’s eyes, you both just remembered how much in love you were with one another and boom

kiss

i’ sorry, i honestly wish i had more headcanons for davey but i have a good amount for your next ship!!

wicked:

i ship you with elphaba!!

you’re extra? you have a vibrato? you’re a lil dorky? do you know who this girl is most often shipped with? if this is you, instantly falls head over heels

only difference is that you’re nice to her when you first meet

i think the start of your relationship is when she runs out of the classroom after seeing what they were doing to that poor lion cub

you run after her to make sure she’s okay, which she really appreciates

you tell her that she looks different, which she totally does bc this is after popular, you know

“... do you like it?”

“honestly? i think the you that you like.”

“cryptic but okay.”

she appreciates you though

because you look at her like a person, the first one to do that

in the time she spends at shiz, she loves talking to you

during lunch, the two fo you will eat and just dicuss your interests

her eyes light up when she hears you like to write

constantly asking you to let her read your work & you constantly telling her someday but not today

glinda does not like you

you want to get her to like you because elphaba likes her and because of that little thing where you want people to like you

but sis just doesn’t

elphaba tells you to let it go but you just !!! dlskfmvlsldm

it’s a lil heated between the two of you when the three of you go to the emerald city

after finding out the wizard is a fraud and sets his guards on you all, you want nothing more than for her to fly away from it all

but glinda’s over here saying elphaba should step the fuck down when you’re telling her to step the fuck up kyle

but when the guards are beating down the door, elphaba just grabs your face and kisses you hard in hopes you’ll kiss back which you def do

while glinda goes and steals all that fame, you go off to other things

you work in a club in the emerald city as a singer

one day, a boring day, the wizard’s guards show up to your job thinking you know something about the wicked witch

you were hurt and let me tell you, elphaba is P I S S E D

i don’t want this to be too long, but long story short, when you get hurt, she does everything in her power to make sure you’re okay

when you are, she takes you into hiding with her

your days together are spent in quiet serenity

you write stories and poetry while elphaba curls up to you in the light of the fireplace with tea on the stove

she loves listening to your voice, it soothes her

you get an animal together, a cat maybe, and spend the rest of your days with each other, hiding from the world that hates you both

her for speaking her mind, and you for standing beside her

you both lovingly look back on your days at shiz, but are content with all that you have now

[gingywritesimagines]

Twin Trouble

Title: Twin Trouble

Fandom: Newsies

Pairing: Mike x fem!reader

Request: “Is there anyway you could write a Mike or Ike x Fem!Reader? Maybe something a bit fluffy? There’s really not much with the twins out there but they’re such cuties. Sorry for the lack of context to the request, I’m drawing a blank on plot ideas at the moment.” - W anon

Description: You and Mike have been dating for a while and the newsies see this as an opportunity to prank you with his twin brother. Unfortunately for them, you’re the one person who can tell the two boys apart.

Warnings: pranks (?), language, overuse of commas as per usual

A/N: this is based off of my prior experience with dating someone who has a twin, except it’s a bit more cheerful… and it actually has a happy ending. Also, I agree completely, the lack of Mike and Ike content is gross. Enjoy!

It had been just a few months since you and your favourite newsie had started going out. Mike had sold you papers every morning since before you could remember. You two became friends very quickly, and one day Mike realized that his feelings for you were much stronger than friendship. It took him a whole year to work up the courage to ask you out to dinner (with encouragement from his brother, Ike, the only other newsie who knew about you two). The way his face lit up when you said yes, after all that time of pining, proved just how relieved and how happy he was. Now, most people would assume that that glow had only lasted until the end of the date, but all these months later and Mike’s smile was still as bright as the sun. You were finally his girl and he couldn’t be happier, especially since you got along so well with Ike when he’d first introduced you two. However, the more evident this joy was, the more Mike’s fellow newsies got suspicious. He still hadn’t told anyone other than Ike about you, and the other boys were all very perplexed as to why their friend was so much more cheerful than usual. They knew the only way they were going to get answers was to ask his brother, so a few of them launched a plan.

Racetrack woke up early that morning, sneaking over to Mike’s bunk and tying all of his clothes together before moving to get himself ready. As the boys woke one by one, Mike noticed the state his clothes were in and grumbled- it was going to take him forever to untie them and get to the circulation gate. Ike offered to help his brother, but after a quick you’s can’t both afford to lose a day’s pay speech from Jack, he joined the other newsies in filing out of the lodging house and into the streets of Manhattan. As they reached the gates of The World, Race started to snicker.

“What’s so funny, Racer?”

“I tied Mike’s clothes together.” the blonde giggled.

Ike’s eyes widened, but he wasn’t quite sure why he was surprised- this was Racetrack Higgins after all, “Wait, what?”

“I tied his clothes together.” Race repeated, “I’s needed to talk to ya alone so I messed with his stuff to give us alone time to talk.”

Romeo piped up, arching an eyebrow, “Ya couldn’t just ask ‘im to talk?”

Albert stepped forward, shaking his head, “That was the plan, but Race had other ideas.”

“The plan?” Ike asked.

Elmer nodded from his spot ahead of them, “Ya brother’s been actin’ funny, Ike. We wanna know why.”

Ike realized what they were talking about almost immediately, and he hoped that wasn’t evident on his face as he tried to lie his way out of the situation, “Funny? Mike ain’t actin’ funny. What’re ya talkin’ about?”

“Wait, Mike’s been acting funny? I didn’t notice anything.” 

The boys all turned to see Davey standing behind them, a confused look on his face and his little brother Les at his heels.

Most of the boys muttered their hellos to the Jacobs brothers, but Race just rolled his eyes, “You’s tellin’ me you ain’t noticed Mike smilin’ all dopey while lookin’ at nothin’?”

“Or his face lightin’ up like the fourth a’ July no matter what’s happenin’?” Albert added. 

“Or him mutterin’ to himself all the time? Or him disappearin’ once sellin’s over for hours and comin’ back lookin’ like he just won the lottery?” Elmer pressed.

“Wait.” Davey put his hands up and thought for a moment, “Mike’s been doing all that?”

“Yes, he has.” Jack confirmed, ushering the boys through the gate since the Delanceys had just unlocked it, “Has been for tha past few months.”

“Months?” Davey gulped, “Gee, I- I never noticed.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t spend as much time with ‘im as we do.” Jack shrugged. nudging Ike, “So you gonna tell us why or not?”

Ike gulped as he contemplated his options; on one hand, he knew Mike had a reason for not telling the boys about you, and he had trusted Ike with the secret of your relationship- he couldn’t betray his brother’s trust. On the other hand, though, Mike never really said that it was a secret, and he never made Ike promise not to tell anyone. Before Ike could make a decision, however, Davey spoke up again. 

“Well, I’m not certain, but it sound to me like Mike is acting this way because of a girl.”

Ike froze as the other newsies whirled around at Davey’s statement.

“What did you just say?”

“I think Mike might be in love.”

The boys turned from Davey to Ike, waiting to see what he had to say. Ike simply sighed, “If he finds out I told you’s about his girlfriend, he’s gonna kill me.”

There was a pause in the conversation before a single voice cried out, “His WHAT?!”

Ike spent his day selling with Race, telling him everything and selling as much as he could while Race ran off to tell the other boys. Being the last one at the circulation gate, Mike didn’t get to leave with his brother and ended up selling with Crutchie- who was kind enough to sit on a wagon and wait for him to arrive. It took all of five minutes for Mike to convince Crutchie to sell at his usual selling spot; he wasn’t about to miss out on seeing you just because Race thought he was funny (and yes, he knew it was Race. Who else would tie all his clothes together?). This new position allowed Crutchie to get some extra information on you that Race and the other boys couldn’t- such as how Mike’s face molded into pure bliss as you approached, and exactly what you looked like as you skipped towards him.

“Mikey!” You greeted, beaming as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Hiya, gorgeous!” Mike beamed back, his arms wrapped happily around your waist.

“I missed you!“ you giggled, handing him a small basket, “My mother made you these, in case you get hungry during selling.”

“Snickerdoodles!”

“Just for you! So, how’s the headline today?”

Mike chuckled, shaking his head, “I already told you, baby, headlines don’t sell papes-”

Before he could finish, a loud voice pierced through the air, “IKE!!”

Both Crutchie and Mike turned around in confusion to see Ike, Racetrack, and about 15 other newsies marching their way.

Ike stepped forward, gesturing accusingly at his brother, “Ike, what the hell is you doin’ with my girl?”

Mike stared, still very much confused, “What? I’m Mike, you’re Ike, and she’s my girl.”

“Ike, don’t be ridiculous, she’s my girl. Right, babe?”

You glanced between the two brothers, completely confused, “Ike, what are you doing? What are you talking about?”

Albert stepped around them, gesturing to Ike, “Your boyfriend here is worried that his brother is stealin’ you from him.”

“But that’s not my boyfriend.” You shook your head, pointing at Mike, “That’s my boyfriend. I can tell; his dimples are more subtle. Plus he’s got that cute button nose.”

You poked Mike’s nose, giggling as he smiled and blushed at your actions. The rest of the boys gawked at the scene, completely stunned.

“You’s can tell them apart?” Race muttered in shock.

You nodded, “Well, of course! It’s not that hard; Ike’s dimples are more profound, Mike has more of a button nose, Ike tends to wear more blues while Mike normally wears browns and reds, and their hairlines are totally different-“

As you rambled on, the newsies stared at you like you were speaking Chinese at high-speed. The boys had lived with Mike and Ike for years but they’ve never been able to tell the two apart, and here you were- a girl who’d been dating Mike for only a few months- getting telling them apart down to a science. It was so easy for you, and as you explained it, the boys wondered how they’d never noticed these things before. While the other boys stared in shock, Mike looked at you with more love and adoration than he knew was possible. He knew you could tell him and Ike apart, but he never knew you’d noticed all those little things about him. He watched as your face lit up with love at every new detail you mentioned and he could tell that you not only noticed the little things, but they were part of why you fell in love with him. His heart was so full from these discoveries that he almost burst. He couldn’t wait until your rambling was over, Mike just had to show you how much he appreciated this.

“Plus, they both have very different tastes; Ike prefers chocolate chip cookies, but my Mikey just loves snickerd-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, Mike grabbed your waist and gently pulled you closer, trying to squeeze every ounce of love and appreciation he had for you into a single kiss. You, of course, didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, cradling the back of his neck in one hand. The other newsies smiled, happy that Mike had found someone that he loved so deeply, and disappointed with themselves for trying to mess with that. All in all, it was a moment of pure peace and happiness... or it was until Racetrack piped up from his spot between Specs and JoJo, eliciting laughter from everyone present:

“Alright, alright, get a room!”

Taglist: @berry-kitten-paws @tina20213 @fandomsneverdie14 @mcoomcoo

[lovesick-feelin]

(this used to be porpoiseee btw) can you write something about hispanic jack kelly (literally anything). maybe like him tryna teach the newsies words in spanish? or smth idk i'm bad at ideas

so uh this totally became javey

am i sorry? nnnnnot really this was super fun to write

(also total inspo at the end from in the heights oops)

Davey watched fondly from the doorway as Jack perched on the edge of one of the bottom bunks, five or six of the youngest boys crowded around him on the floor.

“Jack, Jack, how do you say newspaper in Spanish?” one of them piped up, waving his hand frantically as if he were a pupil at a desk and Jack was the teacher. (The image amused Davey to no end; he couldn’t for the life of him imagine Jack in a classroom, student or teacher.)

“Periodico,” Jack answered calmly, saying it slow so the boys could work out the syllables on their tongues and try it out for themselves. “You know how some o’ them upper-class folks call the papes periodicals?” The boys oohed, and Jack nodded, pleased. “That’s sort of where they get it. ‘S all related.” One of the other boys perked up.

“Oh, Jack! How do you say selling partner?” He grinned at the boy next to him, and Davey smiled warmly; the two were obviously already inseparable.

Jack smiled, humming in concentration. “I think that would be,” he mused, “socio vendor.” He looked up and pointed at Davey in the doorway all of a sudden. “So if I wanted to say in Spanish that Davey was my selling partner, I’d say, Davey es mi socio vendor.” Clamoring excitedly, the kids on the floor turned to each other and began testing out the new phrase with each other’s names, giggling as the unfamiliar words tangled on their tongues. Jack laughed, shaking his head as he stood and made his way over to where Davey was standing.

“You’ve got a pretty attentive class there, Mr. Kelly,” Davey greeted him. “You’re a natural.” Jack waved him off sheepishly.

“Aw, shucks,” he joked, “it’s nothing. Helps me practice too. Can’t let myself slack off.” Davey smiled.

“You ready?” he asked, conspiratorially holding up the paper bag he’d been hiding behind his back. Jack gasped, looking .

“You didn’t,” he breathed, and Davey nodded excitedly. Jack clapped his hands briefly before turning back to the group. “Okay, kiddos, Blink is in charge, okay? And remember…” he gestured to the group of kids on the floor.

“Only sell papes in English,” they chorused, and Jack grinned.

“Awesome. Blink, you good to hold down the fort for a few hours?” Blink waved him off from where he was perched on a top bunk, legs tangled lazily with Mush.

“Go have fun, Kelly. Race and Albie’ll be back soon.” Jack nodded, turning back to Davey, and together they practically sprinted out the door, climbing the fire escape ladder all the way to the penthouse. Crutchie was at the theater that night, helping Medda with one of her shows, so they had the rooftop to themselves. Settling down, Davey whipped his treasure out of the bag with a flourish: a whole cupcake from the bakery down the street, preserved carefully in a box. Jack whooped.

“Jesus, Davey, what’s the special occasion?” he asked, staring longingly at the pastry. Davey shrugged, still not sure if he was ready to divulge the information.

“Had some extra pocket money,” he said. He looked away. “And my birthday was yesterday,” he added quickly, hoping Jack would miss it. Jack didn’t miss it, his mouth dropping open.

“That’s why you ate with your fami– ohh.” He smacked Davey on the arm. “You bastard, why didn’t you tell me?” Davey shrugged.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he said. “We don’t exactly have the money for presents nowadays, so I just eat dinner with the family, and that’s that.” Jack suddenly looked guilty.

“Why you sharing this with me, then?” he asked self-consciously, gesturing at the grandiose cupcake. “Shouldn’t you be splitting this with Les and Sarah or something?” Davey shrugged.

“Why wouldn’t I share it with you?” he countered. “You’re my best friend.” Jack smiled brightly at him, eyes shining.

“Aw, Dave,” he hummed, and Davey smiled in return, pulling out two forks so they could eat. They made short work of the pastry - after all, it was normally intended for only one person - and put the litter in the bag, setting it aside in favor of reminiscing and looking up at the stars. Jack was warm and solid next to Davey, leaning against the railing of the fire escape.

“Jack?” Davey asked. Jack looked at him.

“Yeah?” he responded. Davey shifted so they were sitting across from each other, still close enough to touch but able to talk.

“Teach me some Spanish, will you?” he asked, and Jack grinned brightly.

“Yeah, sure! What do you want to know?” he asked eagerly. Davey looked around, feeling warm and happy and very much at home.

“Hmm,” he hummed. He looked at the penthouse where he spent so much of his time now, how very Jack it was. The drawings, the thin blanket, the hat hanging casually from the rail. “How do you say fire escape?” Jack drummed his fingers on the metal grate.

“Salida de incendios,” he answered easily. “What else?”

Davey looked at Jack, at his easy posture, the confidence radiating off of him that could’ve been perceived as cocky to anyone that didn’t know him well. He thought about the strike, the early days, the whirlwind feeling of victory; he thought about Jack surrounded by those little boys in the lodging house, not a care in the world.

“How do you say best friend?” he asked. Jack blushed.

“Mejor amigo,” he answered, looking down at his hands. Davey looked at those hands, calloused and ink-stained, fingers surprisingly nimble; he thought about every time those hands had closed around his wrist to tug him sprinting down an alley at the first sign of trouble, every time those fists had been split and bloodstained after a nasty fight, how those same hands immediately became gentle, weapons no more because someone else was hurt and needed to be taken care of.

“How do you ask someone to hold your hand?” he blurted. Jack’s head shot up, eyes wide and still.

“Toma mi mano,” he managed, and somehow Davey mustered enough confidence to take Jack’s hand like it was the easiest thing in the world. They were close now, close enough for Davey to see every fleck of color in Jack’s eyes, pupils blown wide, his breath coming in soft puffs, lips parted. Davey took a deep, shaky breath in, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“How do you say ‘kiss me’?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper, and Jack’s breath hitched. The stars twinkled above, a breeze blew across the rooftops, a window closed somewhere below them. They were still. Jack’s eyes flicked to Davey’s mouth imperceptibly fast, his cheeks glowing pink.

“Besame,” he whispered.

Davey did.

[alritey]

So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please! —————————————-

The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how 'sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.

————————————–

The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid. Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse. Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.

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The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding. A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

—————————————- The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.

“Dave”

He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?” His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

[loving-jack-kelly]

I'm adding my own tags bc I like them <3

#and davey coming along and being insecure because how can he compete with these friendships?#while crutchie and race privately worry that davey coming in means they get forgotten#when really what happens is davey gets absorbed as a new part of the group#and it's not the same because how could it be when he doesn't share so much the way they do?#davey will never speak jackcrutchierace the way they do no matter how well he speaks jack because he wasn't /there/#but he can be there for jack just as solid and steady and true. and he can laugh with crutchie and race. tease them and#joke around with them and let them be part of his life too#he can learn that it's totally normal to wake up to race cooking breakfast in their kitchen when he lives six subway stops away#and totally normal for crutchie to show up at dinner time and sit at the place at the table jack set without being told with words he had t#and crutchie and race settle into the norm of knowing that davey is for jack in a way they aren't and that doesn't mean they're losing jack#it means they're gaining davey

Jack Crutchie and Race childhood best friends who took turns sleeping at each others' houses when things were bad at home, who spent so much time together that they practically have their own language, who understand each other so well they don't even have to speak to know what's going on, who are so casually affectionate and loving with each other that all of the have been accused of dating the others more than once, who are each others' stability and solid ground and constant through everything life throws at them.