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39 or 44 jackcrutchie?

“Or” you say? “Why not both?” I reply! uwu

In other news, don’t submit requests to me. I will take a month to complete them. :’) u guys still love me right? right?

39. “Just let me help you.”

44. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you know that?”

Modern era

warnings for heavy drinking, fighting, self harm, implied break up

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“We have to talk about this,” Crutchie said softly. “This isn’t healthy.”

Jack slowly pulled his hands out of Crutchie’s. “Yeah. Lots of things I do aren’t.”

“That’s the problem, Jack,” Crutchie said, closing his eyes.

“It was an accident this time.”

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roger x reader falling slowly part 14

im updating super quickly because i love this story!!!! it’s a smaller chapter because i wanted to end it on a certain note. you’ll understand when you reach it haha

You shook your hand with his, and smiled. He stood there, looking down at your handshake for a minute before taking his hand back.

“Freddie told me I was really mad at you yesterday and that I spilled a drink on you?” You said, still unsure of what actually happened.

“Right. You did” He said, still in a serious tone.

“I have no idea what came over me” You said “Seems like I’m always apologizing to you for something”

“Yeah” He nodded and said “Should we go and rejoin them?”

He started to walk away and you put a hand on his arm, stopping him.

“Roger, are you okay? You seem really, I don’t know, disturbed” You spoke “About last night…”

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyebrow perking up as he looked at you with expectation. He wanted you to tell him that you remembered so bad, just so he could kiss you all over again. But you didn’t.

“Can we just forget what happened?” You asked, referring to your outburst and your fight with him.

“Already forgotten” He said softly.

“Roger…”

“I’m all right Y/N” He said and offered a small smile, in reassurance.

“So does that mean you’ll let me sit next to you now, and stop avoiding me so much?” You said, smirking.

“Only if you let me have your spaghetti” He grinned and you laughed. You went back to the table and saw, for the slightest of moment, Freddie and Roger exchange glances. As if they had something to tell each other, but not you.

John had already moved his chair next to Brian and you and Roger sat down together. It was almost like things were normal now.

Almost.

Roger grabbed a fork and dug into your plate, and you reached over, taking one of his bacon and egg sandwiches. You stuffed it in your mouth, letting out a moan from how good it tasted.

Brian and his girlfriend were laughing about something, Freddie and Mary had resumed an argument and Miami and John were in deep conversation. You turned to Roger and said “What happened to the girl you were with last night? I remember pissing her off”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about her anymore” He said “I practically kicked her out for what she did to you”

“Thanks, Rog” You said and reached over for a chip, your hand brushing against his in the process. It’s like your heart skipped a beat when you felt his hand against yours and you froze.

“You okay?” He asked, looking over at you and you smiled back, shrugging it off.

“My head just hurts because of last night” You said “Pass me the chips and I’ll be fine”

“Of course you will be” He laughed and gave you the basket.

“This hangover is so terrible, don’t let me near alcohol ever again” You whined.

“Why not? Although you’re a pain in the ass, you are pretty fun when you’re drunk. You’re like this tiny, fragile thing but with a lot of energy just about ready to punch anyone who approaches her” He said.

“Oh god” You said, your face buried in your hands.

“It’s totally attractive” He laughed and you glared at him.

“In the middle of our argument, I was scared for my life. With the way you were going at me, I didn’t think I’d make it out of there alive” He teased, embarrassing you even further.

“I feel so fucking mortified” You said and put your head in your hands “Wish someone recorded everything so I could know what the hell I did at the party”

“Oh, I would love to see that” Roger said, a smile gracing his lips as he lifted a glass of water to drink. Your leg brushed against his and he looked up at you. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips before they were back on your eyes. He then gave you a once over.

“You’re dressed like you’re going for a picnic” He said and you hit him on his arm in response.

“For once in your life, you could be nice to me” You said.

“What are you saying? I’m always nice to you” He said, outraged.

“Ugh, shut up” You said, pulling your dress down further. It had ridden up and you felt conscious.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” He said “If that wasn’t obvious”

Before you could respond, Freddie interrupted you.

“Roger, you do know this is a business meeting right?” Freddie said.

Roger turned to Freddie and laughed, saying “I’m only here for the food, of course”

That’s when you noticed it. Almost hidden from sight, a hickey on his neck, just under his collar. You instantly felt much worse, your headache returning. Roger turned his head back to you, and from his lips you could tell he was saying something to you, but you couldn’t process it.

“Y/N?” He asked. You snapped out of it and looked at him.

“Sorry I completely zoned out” You said.

“It’s all right. I was just asking you if you wanted to order anything else”

“Is that from her?” You asked, out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry, what?” Roger asked, confused.

“The hickey on your neck” You said, making sure to keep your tone even so you didn’t give away how strange you felt or how fast your pulse had become.

His hand went up to his neck automatically, as if he didn’t know it was there. Or maybe he was pretending. Freddie glanced at Roger at that and you saw them exchange a look.

“Uh, yeah I suppose it’s from her” He said, unsure and an expression you couldn’t recognise on his face. You weren’t surprised at that. Roger usually was with multiple girls in one night and it was common for him to forget which one did what with him.

“Well wow, she definitely has a hell of a mouth” You exclaimed, and returned back to your plate.

Roger glanced at Freddie again. He wanted to tell you more than anything, but he had no idea how you would respond.

“Do you want anything else?” Freddie asked, cutting the tension and returning the conversation back to what it was.

“Of course, we’re not leaving without dessert” Roger said, grabbing the menu and putting it between the two of you so you could choose. You trailed your finger over the options while reading out their names to Roger.

“Apple Strudel” You decided, stopping your finger there and Roger nodded.

The meeting was long over. Miami and the producer left and that just left you and the boys.

The waiter brought out your dessert and you beamed at Roger.

“Dibs on the first bite” You both said at the same time and you grabbed the dessert spoon before he could.

“Oh come on” He groaned.

“You snooze, you lose” You smirked, digging into it.

“Could I get another spoon?” Roger asked the waiter, the wait killing him. You took pity on him, laughing as you took the first bite and then extended the spoon to his mouth.

“We can share” You told him and put the spoon in his mouth, his eyes closing in pleasure as he tasted the amazing dessert. He licked his lips, his tongue darting out while he laughed and you smiled back at him.

That’s when you realized that things were never going back to absolute normal, to the way they were before, because things were different now. Watching him laugh as he shared the dessert with you made you realize what you had been ignoring all this time.

You’d completely, and totally, in every sense of the word, fallen in love with Roger.

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AHH I LOVE IT

(pls update as soon as possible love❤️)

roger x reader falling slowly part 13

Roger’s hand was wrapped tightly across yours as he led you through the crowd till Freddie and Mary. Although he was drunk too, he was walking ahead of you confidently and protectively. You on the other hand, felt completely dizzy and sick.

You reached Freddie and he supressed a smile when he saw two holding hands.

“Fred” Roger spoke “Where should I take her?”

“Upstairs bedroom” You heard someone say, you weren’t sure if it was Freddie or Mary. All the voices had merged into one.

“All right, thanks bud” Someone said and you felt a tug at your arm. You obliged and followed in that direction, stumbling through people.

“Okay, we gotta make it up these stairs. Just lean on me and please try not to fall over okay?” The same voice said and you distinctly realized it had to be Roger. The realization made your heart flutter and you smiled.

“What are you smiling about now?” He asked. When you didn’t respond he sighed and put your arm around his shoulder. He nudged your leg forward and you kept your foot on the first step. It took you a long time to get your other foot up and if Roger hadn’t been holding you up, you would have collapsed ten times over.

“Christ, why couldn’t the bedroom have been downstairs?” You heard him mutter as he led you upwards. There was a couple coming down the steps and Roger made you stop so they could pass.

“Let’s go Y/N. I plan to reach the top of the steps by this year” He joked and you slowly made your way up. On the last step, or what you thought the last step was, you put your foot in the air but there wasn’t anything for it to land on. You stumbled forward, losing your balance and Roger quickly put his arm around you.

“Jesus!” He exclaimed, sighing as he gripped your arms tightly.

“Whoops” You spoke “Looks like I fell for you”

You then let out a loud laugh at your own joke and you’re very sure Roger laughed back. He then took you towards a room.

“Why do we always find ourselves in this position?” He asked “Me taking care of you when you’re drunk”

You turned to him and said “Because you’re my best friend, that’s your job”

He chuckled and said “I suppose it is”

You found your way to a bed and immediately fell on it, passing out as soon as your head hit the pillow.

The next morning was a struggle. You woke up next to another passed out girl and for the slightest moments of panic, you thought you had hooked up with her. Upon realising you didn’t, you got up and walked out into Freddie’s home.

“Ah, she awakens” You heard and turned to see Freddie.

“Hey, Fred” You smiled, your head hurting like crazy. He passed you a pill and you quickly swallowed it with water.

“Looks like you had a lot of fun last night” Freddie said, suggestively and you rolled your eyes.

“You tell me. I don’t remember shit” You laughed.

“You’re serious?” He asked. He looked disappointed almost, for some reason you couldn’t understand.

“I completely blacked out” You explained and went down to the kitchen with him “How much did I embarrass myself?”

“Well I think it took you an hour to come up these steps” He gestured and you groaned.

“Did I do anything stupid?” You asked.

“More than usual, you mean?” He said and you smacked him.

“I don’t think so. Although, I do remember you screaming at Roger and throwing drinks at people”

“What?” You asked, horrified “Does he hate me?”

“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t, regardless you were the one telling him you hate him over and over” He spoke.

You sighed and sat next to the kitchen island.

“I’ll talk to him” You said, pouring yourself coffee.

Freddie nodded “We’re all meeting for lunch later. You’re coming, right?”

“Sure” You said, you needed to talk to Roger anyway.

*Last Night*

Roger looked at you as you almost immediately passed out. Your eyeliner was completely smudged, from all the crying. Your lipstick, from all the kissing. But your hair was perfectly in place, it probably had been done by Mary.

He thought about how you had come to the diner and how long you would have waited for him before giving up. He felt like shit.

There was a knock on the door and be turned to see Freddie.

“She okay?” He asked. Roger nodded and went out, closing the door behind him as he got one last look at you and your sleeping form.

“I’m sorry for the way she was acting, a lot of it might have been my fault, I told her to do a grand gesture for you” Freddie explained as he leaned against the bannister alongside Roger.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault. If I had actually known she was there, I would have gone in a heartbeat” He said.

“I know you would have, Roger. She’s just very angry and wild when she’s drunk” Freddie said “How did you even get her to shut up?”

Roger laughed “I kissed her”

“What?” Freddie’s head snapped towards his.

Roger nodded “I don’t know why. She was pretty into it, although judging by how drunk she was, I think she could have made out with the wall”

“Do you think she will remember?” Freddie asked, suppressing a grin.

“I really don’t think so. If she does, well that changes just about everything between us” Roger said, looking down at the party and the girl he had left behind crossed his mind.

“And if she doesn’t remember?” Freddie asked, looking at him incredously “Will you tell her?”

“I don’t know, Fred. I don’t even know if I want her to know yet. But god, that was one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot” Roger sighed, running his hand through his hair “I’ve never really thought about it before with her, because I thought she could never be attracted like that to me”

“Roger, you’re gorgeous. No woman is not attracted to you” Freddie added.

“Yeah, but she’s different you know? She’s always making fun of me, or pointing out faults and I like that. I like that a lot. I never knew she could be into me romantically, or sexually” He said, leaning forward, his arms supported by the bannister.

“Now, even if she doesn’t remember, I don’t think I can look at her the same way again” Roger concluded.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, and this might be too much information for you, but… now everytime I see her I’m gonna think back to how it felt having her body pressed up against mine, and having her pinned to the wall by my weight or touching her…”

Freddie smiled “I understand, Rog. We’ll just have to see. Anyways, you’ll be meeting her tomorrow at the brunch”

“Right” He said “I don’t know if I can sit next to her like we always do. If she’s that close to me, I’ll end up pulling her in my lap or something along those lines”

Freddie laughed and said “Okay I don’t need any more images in my head Riger. We’ll keep her away from you”

*Today*

You were dressed for the brunch and looked around your trailer. Maybe you should take Freddie up on his offer to live in his place, you anyways spent all your time there anyway. It would save on your rent and the embarrassment you felt, but it would also ruin your privacy and theirs.

You then headed to the address Freddie had told you the lunch was at. You were meeting the boys and with one of their producers.

You wore a short yellow dress that ended just above your knees and a polka dot headband sat across your hair. You felt like crap but at least you could look cute. You’d matched your sneakers to your dress and wearing it instantly made you feel better. You entered the cafe, and immediately spotted the boys at a table in the corner. Freddie, Brian and Roger were already seated.

Roger.

He was in a white shirt and a brown leather jacket over it. You instantly went to the seat beside him, that’s where you always sat, together, and you needed to talk to him anyway about last night.

You smiled at them and pulled out the chair next to Roger. Before you could pull it any further, his hand stopped it and he looked at you “Um, actually John’s sitting here. Why don’t you go over next to Brian?”

“Oh” You said and moved around the table to sit next to Brian, right across Roger. Your eyes landed on him the minute you sat down and he gave you a small smile before averting his gaze.

“You look beautiful” Brian told you and you began talking to him. Within some time, you were joined by John, Miami and their new producer. You had ordered a spaghetti for yourself and while they discussed business, you glanced at Roger. He seemed just as out of the conversation as you were and although he was trying to avoid looking at you, you’d caught him a few times staring.

Roger couldn’t stop looking at you. You looked beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to sit next to you and talk to you. He wanted to trail his hand up your exposed thigh, and to have your fingers tug at his hair. His eyes were on you throughout the lunch and he could feel your eyes on his as well.

You’d had enough of this and you slowly brought your foot nearer to his. You nudged his leg under the table and he jumped, surprised. It took him a minute to realize you had done that and he looked at you in confusion.

“Bathroom. Now” You mouthed and he understood but he looked caught like a deer in headlights. You got up, keeping your napkin down and headed to the back, waiting for him to follow. You leaned against the door for some time and you thought he wouldn’t show up, until you saw a familiar shoulder turn the corner and face you.

“I thought you wouldn’t come” You grinned.

“Wouldn’t put you through that again” He said.

You nodded. “About that…”

“Can we just forget it, please?” He said “I’m really sorry”

“Of course. And I’m sorry for my outburst last night” You said and you noticed his face change when you mentioned last night.

“Truce?” You asked, extending your hand forward. He stared at it for a second before bringing his own hand up.

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newsies as my favorite vines

[Click their names for a link to the specific vine]

Jack: *fills up soda cup down the line taking a little of each type* *takes a sip* “fuck you”

Crutchie: “I don’t care about my haters, and if you wanna fight me then fight me”

Katherine: “I do love working here, we have a lot of laughs” “Fuck off Janice, I’m not going to your baby shower”

Davey: “Is there anything better than pussy? Yes a really good book” *sick piano cord*

Les: The two kids sitting and class and its the mario theme as they hit there heads on the desk.

Race: “Just two shots of vodka” *pours way more than two shots*

Spot: The one where the kids like “if you lay a hand on me again, I’ll fucking rip your face off” “Cause he fuckin pushed me!”

Albert: “So no head?” *Smashes phone* *Breaks Skateboard*

Specs: *Slides down a ramp* “Good Evening”

Finch: “I am the sand guardian, guardian of the sand” “Poseidon quivers before him” “FUCK OFF”

Romeo: *Turns toward the camera* “Woooooow”

Henry: “Mother trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheak on a stick”

Elmer: “What up, I’m Jared, I’m 19. And I never fuckin learned how to read”

Buttons: “Excuse my potty mouth, shUT THE FUCK UP”

JoJo: “Oh my god just take the frickin compliMENT”

Mush: “Roadwork ahead, uh yeah, I sure hope it does”

Tommy Boy: “Fuck this shit I’m out” *Jumps in a garbage can*

Bonus: *Pulls up to Staples* “Do you think they have staples?” “Oh my god they do, do you know what that means?” *Pulls up to Dick’s*

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im not crying, you’re cryiing

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Haven’t seen this posted on here yet which is honestly a tragedy, so here ya go folks

The Boy Who Danced On Air

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*you’re 

learn how to write before you criticize someone else’s.

Why is Sam even friends with you? Like she’s actually a good writer and your not.

i ask myself that question everyday bucko

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Here’s a fun april fools day prank you can do. Sneak into my room and place thousands of dollars everywhere. Just on everything. Cover my things with an insane amount of money. Make it a real hassle to clean up. The more money the better the prank.

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the series of newsies related april fools tweets from playbill. you’re welcome.

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me every april 1st, opening my favorite websites and sighing deeply: good god what now

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Goodbye Until Tomorrow

[Part 1]

part 1 2

Summary: A ‘The Last Five Years’ AU. Jack is telling his story from back to front. David is telling his from front to back. They were never destined to work.

Word Count: 1563

Warnings: Heavy emotions, devastating breakup

link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/32343102?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_155852967

Chapter 1

Jack is forced to open his bloodshot eyes as the light peeking through the narrow fissures in the blinds becomes too much to sleep through. His eyes, usually a deep, vibrant brown, appear dull and glossed over. They sting from the tears that had filled them the night before. His body aches and his mind feels hungover, but he hasn’t had an ounce of alcohol in a week.  

It’s been a week.

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i love this more than i love myself.

Part of Your World (Sprace - Little Mermaid AU)

summary:  Racetrack Higgins did not believe in love at first sight. But the first time he saw the human boy, it felt like magic.

tag list: @spectacles-redacted  @elder-dasilva @the-world-is-ya-erster @davey-jacobz @penzyroamin @i-got-personality @ben-cook-can-cook  @harlem-is-taken @softcrutchie @ilesmiztrash

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Is love at first sight real?

Racetrack Higgins never believed in any of that “mushy crap,” so he put it. He believed that things just happened in the moment, no fate or divine intervention involved. But staring at the tan-skinned human boy sitting on top of his throne made him rethink everything that he had ever believed in.

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this post is cursed.

concept:

jack kelly but

he wears these for the whole show.

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tear out my heart it would hurt less

hey indy can i have some of that sweet sweet FinchAl with lots of angst and the prompt "I never meant to hurt you"

this was so fun to write aaa

Albert had stayed up all night that night. He didn’t mean to see the text, but he accidentally grabbed Finch’s phone in place of his. He still couldn’t fathom how or why Finch would do that to him; why Finch would cheat on him.

The sight of the text was burned into his mind, playing over and over again. It wasn’t truly even one text, but multiple texts. They told a story that Albert did not want to read, yet he continued sifting through.

The sun had not yet even risen when Albert thought back to the first message.

When are you coming back to London?

It seemed innocent enough, but Albert’s eyes wandered to the notification above it. Another text from the same number.

I can’t wait to kiss you again.

God, how could he have been so blind? Even worse, how could he have been so stupid to let himself trust Finch. The worst message, though, was the third.

Finch bird, are you awake?

Finch bird was his name for Finch, and yet here was some random person using the same name, as if it meant nothing to him. It was almost like their whole relationship had been a lie; and maybe, quite possibly, it had been.

By dawn, he had decided he would say nothing. He had decided that he would let it fester and grow until it reached a breaking point. Yet, he couldn’t let himself do that. He couldn’t let himself succumb to that; he couldn’t let himself feel any more heartbreak than he did in those past few hours.

Finch could tell that something was off immediately after he woke up.

“Al, what is it?”

Albert’s heart skipped a beat as he prepared to make up some excuse. “It’s… nothing. I’m fine.”

Finch sighed as he rolled over, and Albert had to keep himself from leaning down for a good morning kiss. “Al, really. Something’s eating at ya’, I can tell.”

Albert could feel the bile at the back of his throat as tears threatened to come. “What’s his name?”

Finch tried to pull a face, as if he didn’t know what Albert was talking about. “Albert… I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.”

“I shouldn’t have had to find out!” Albert moved from the bed, glancing out the window to the busy street below. He could’ve been anyone, yet here he was, the hopeless loser, the receiving end of a scandal. “It shouldn’t have happened!”

“You’re right, Al, it shouldn’t have. It was an accident, I swear.”

Albert flinched at his words. “Accident? Do you really think I’m that dim? I mean, really, imagine my surprise when I read those. When I accidentally picked up your phone at one in the morning, thinking it was mine, reading those messages. Do you really think I’ll believe you if you say it was an accident?”

Finch stood from the bed, a sheet wrapped around his body. “Albert, you’ve got to believe me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You did, though. You left bruises and scars on my heart. God, I really loved you.”

“I loved you, too.”

“How long has it been going on? Since what, last year?”

Finch shook his head. “Longer.”

“You broke me, Finch bird. You really outdid yourself, this time. You broke me.”

Albert could’ve sworn that Finch nearly fell apart when he called him Finch bird, even after everything.

“I love you, Finch. I still do.”

“I wish I still loved you, Al.”

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Goodbye Until Tomorrow

[Part 3]

part 1 2 3

Summary: A ‘The Last Five Years’ AU. Jack is telling his story from back to front. David is telling his from front to back. They were never destined to work.

Word Count: 2086

Warnings: Fighting, (maybe) swearing, slight panic attack

Link to ao3 here!

Enough is enough.

At least, that’s what Jack’s been telling himself over and over.

Upon coming home this fall, the evidence had been there, but Jack had dismissed it not wanting to connect the dots that were placed neatly before him. He’d wanted to believe that everything was fine between them; that they were still the young, madly in love couple they were when they first met.

These clues started to stack up, though.

The scent of strong perfume in their bed.

Socks that hadn’t belonged to either of them.

A smudge of mascara in the bathroom sink.

Jack was willing to overlook these things, willing to overlook them if it meant that he and Davey stayed together.

Things were fine, for a while.

Then Jack noticed Davey hadn’t been wearing his ring all the time. Each time that Jack would remind him, Davey would just play it off as a forgetful mistake. He’d claim that it bothered him when he was typing and he’d forgotten to put it back on.

That’s funny, Jack thought. It had only bothered his typing recently.

The ring became the final straw for Jack.

Jack shifts in his seat, not being able to find a comfortable position. His forehead holds a sheer layer of sweat and his forearms itch under his long-sleeved shirt. Bringing a hand up to his mouth, he chews on what is left of his blunt fingernails. His eyes dart around their familiar living room, attempting to collect his thoughts for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Davey has been at the office since this morning, he left before Jack had woken up. Davey left him a scrawled out note, though. The note said he’d be home around eight, that he had meetings all day he couldn’t miss.

This conversation should be easy, Jack thought. It should be no problem, right?

But it is a problem. How does one accuse their spouse of cheating? Why should it even come to this point?

Jack has lots of questions and next to no answers, he’s hoping Davey can supply those.

But even that hope seems like a longshot.

Jack jolts up when he hears the familiar sound of Davey’s old car rumble into the driveway. Without thinking about it, Jack sits up straighter and appears more rigid in his manner. His mind starts racing, every word, every sentence, every letter he practiced over and over seemed to flee his mind. Thoughts of backing out take over, but Jack doesn’t let them win. He does his best to silence his chaotic mind.

The loud front door squeaks as Davey walks in, looking exhausted. His eyes have deep purple bags under them and his shoulders are slightly rounded over on the top. His glasses are falling near the end of his nose and the moment he drops his bag, he moves to push them back up.

Jack used to find that adorable.

“Hey, Jackie,” Davey, half-heartedly, greets him. He makes minimal eye contact as he scoots his way through the living room.

Davey’s not stupid, and Jack knows this. He knows that Jack knows, he just has to.

“Hey babe, I actually wanted to talk to you,” Jack says, focusing on keeping his voice steady. He’s had to do this hundred of times for auditions. If he can transform into any role when it comes to his job, what can be so hard about doing acting strong right now?

Davey looks at Jack, but Jack can’t read his expression. Part of Davey’s face tells him to drop it, to ignore the subject until later, but the other part has a softer, almost apologetic look. As if he’s sorry.

Jack wishes sorry could fix this mess.

Even if Jack couldn’t read Davey, Davey sure as hell could read Jack; he always has. He moved over to the couch near Jack and sits down. They are near each other, but a few feet divide the two. To Jack, the space felt like the grand canyon.

Davey’s eyes stay far away from Jack’s. “Yeah, what’s up?”

I know you’ve been cheating.

I know you don’t care.

I know you don’t love me anymore.

How does one do this?

“I know,” Jack says simply.

Those words shouldn’t hold weight, but they do. They hold the weight of every fight, every cruel word, ever mile separating the two men. The weight is something that’s been building, something that’s been adding to both of their shoulders for years now. Too bad it’s tonight the suspensions decide to snap.

Jack doesn’t need to tell Davey what he knows, David is well aware of what those two simple words mean.

“What do you mean?” Davey asks.

Jack let out a breath that sounds more like a shaky laugh. Here’s Davy, taking the responsibility off of his own shoulders and placing it on Jack’s. He’s done this since the day they met, and Jack is sick of it.

Jack stands up from his spot, not being able to handle inferiority of sitting anymore. “You know exactly what I mean Davey. You don’t get to play the clueless card on me,” Jack didn’t mean to raise his voice, but the way Davey flinches at his own name proves otherwise.

Davey doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to say.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice,” Jack starts again, not being able to handle the silence from his husband. “The extra socks, the mascara smudge, the perfume… not to mention the ring! Davey, I’m not stupid and neither are you, I can connect the dots here,”

Hot tears brim the edges of Jack’s eyes causing the scene around him to be blurry. His field of vision becomes nothing more than blobs of color, everything blurring together simply into beautiful colors.

Then he looks to Davey.

Everything is blurry except for Davey. He’s the only thing that’s ever been clear to Jack, he’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. Ever since the day they met, Davey being in Jack's life made more sense than anything ever had. Being with him made Jack feel like he was put on this earth to be with Davey.

But the look he’s giving Jack doesn’t make sense.

He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting from him, but the angry, hard-eyed look was not it. Davey looks mad, as if he couldn’t believe that Jack brought this up. Jack outright accuses him of an act he knows he committed, and Davey decides to outright deny it.

“Jack, I think you’re being a little too dram-”

“Dramatic? I’m being dramatic? My husband sleeps with another person while I’m not here and I’m not allowed to be dramatic?”

A silence settles over the two, the room fills with nothing more than the hum of the washer and dryer in the next room mixed with Jack’s heavy breathing.

Jack wants to give in, to believe that everything is going to be okay, that they could get through this. He wants to go back ten minutes and never start the conversation. He wants to go back to the relationship they had years ago, he wants to apologize and start over.

But the only thing standing in the way of that is a single, underlying thought that had been jumbled in Jack’s brain for weeks.

He doesn’t love you anymore.

Jack takes a deep breath. “I just need you to tell me the truth,” his voice is steady. “I just need you to be honest for five seconds,”

Davey doesn’t look up from his hands.

More silence.

His lips part as he prepares to talk.

“I’m sorry,”

Davey’s eyes stay trained down, not making contact with Jack’s.

A sob escapes Jack’s throat. His knees want to buckle but he won’t let them.

“You break my heart and all you can say is sorry?”

“I’m not sure what else to say,”

“I don’t know, maybe, admitting to what you did? Maybe, admitting how awful of a person you are?” Jack’s throat burns and his whole body shakes. What did he expect from this? Sorry was better than nothing, he supposes. But that band-aid still doesn’t fix the bullet hole that Davey shot through Jack’s heart.

Davey stands up and for the first time tonight, his hazel eyes meet Jack’s.

Jack takes a step back in surprise, for the eyes he sees do not belong to the man he fell in love with. These eyes are out to kill and their deep stare cuts like daggers through Jack’s skin. Davey’s beautiful hazel eyes have been replaced with something more sinister, eyes that didn’t belong to the man he married.

“Who are you anymore?” Jack asks, incredulously.

Davey scoffs. “Who am I? Who are you? You’re the one who went away for five months to go be in that mediocre show out in the cornfields,”

If Davey regrets his words, he doesn’t show it. His hands stay clenched at his sides and his stare doesn’t break with Jack’s.

“Really?” Jack lets a tear slip. “You’re going to blame this on me and my career,”

“I’m not the one who left,”

Jack doesn’t want to believe what he’s hearing. He wants to believe that this is the man he married but he can’t help but feel this person in front of him is an imposter. How can one go from so loving to so cold in such a small amount of time?

Maybe it was Jack’s fault.

At that moment, memories of the past few years flash before Jack’s eyes, as if his brain knows this is the end. He remembers the young people they once were, the ones filled with passion and desire linked to every action. Every kiss, every touch, treated like their last. Flashbacks to the stupid fights and to the jokes they shared stream through his brain as if on a movie reel. He remembered everything in that instant, too bad memories are the worst form of torture.

“You’re not the same person I married,” Jack breathes.

Davey lets out a shaky laugh. “Don’t act like you didn’t change,” he points a finger at Jack. “I never let my career run my life, you’re so set on chasing this impossible dream of broadway that you let it blind you. For fuck's sake, you went to small-town Wisconsin for five months to put on a stupid musical. You chose your career over me long ago,”

Jack cannot believe what Davey is saying.

He has always been a backseat to Davey’s career and both of them know it.

“You’re impossible,” Jack yells. “You are never around because you’re constantly in meetings or attending stupid, pretentious parties-”

“I don’t go to that many parties,” Davey defended.

“Oh yeah? Then what are you doing? Screwing your boss?”

Silence.

Silence for so long it makes Jack want to scream. He’d gotten it right, he had no intention of guessing right, but he did nonetheless.

“I’m going to bed,” Jack’s breathing picks up, the panic of the situation set in. He needs out now, and going to sleep is the only way he can see past his position. Davey’s eyes soften for the first time tonight at the sight of Jack’s chest heaving up and down. The gesture is too little too late, though.

“Jackie,” Davey mumbles as he passes, but Jack doesn’t turn back as he shakily makes his way to their bedroom. He shuts the door behind him sending Davey a message: don’t follow me.

And he doesn’t.

Jack crawls into bed, trying not to wonder what Davey is thinking.

His mind turns like a wheel as the empty space beside him starts to feel more like a black hole. Closing the door to their bedroom was cruel, but Jack can’t seem to find the energy to care.

His breathing finally mellows, but his head doesn’t.

Jack stares at the ceiling for hours before he can even think about sleeping, while Davey has been passed out on the couch long before Jack.

Jack couldn’t help but feel betrayed by Davey. He wants nothing more than to view the man he loves as an enemy, but Jack can’t seem to place that title. The betrayal hurts all the same.

Too bad the saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies, it always comes from the people you’re closest too.

Davey is simultaneously Jack’s greatest strength and biggest liability. A combination he swears is going to be the death of him.

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[maddie-talks-movies]

Here’s the third chapter!

It’s a sad one, hope it’s not too angsty for you all!

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Listening to The Last Five Years in order is always a ride because you go from bop to sad to bop back to sad every song and it’s just an emotional rollercoaster. Send help.

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Goodbye Until Tomorrow

[Part 2]

part 1 2

Summary: A ‘The Last Five Years’ AU. Jack is telling his story from back to front. David is telling his from front to back. They were never destined to work.

Word Count: 1356

Warnings: None

Link to ao3 here!

Chapter 2

The bell on the heavy wooden door jingled as David Jacobs walked into the small shop. The smell of paper and stale air filled his senses and he was met with rows and rows of books; more rows than he thought could fill a space this small. The shelves filled every wall and corner and stacked up nearly to the ceiling. He couldn’t help but feel like he’d been transferred to another dimension.

David moved further into the shop and let the serene feeling surround him. He didn’t know what exactly drew him to this particular used bookstore, but all he did know was that he needed something . David hadn’t left his apartment in three days, he was too busy working on his manuscript. The manuscript needed to get done, and that’s what mattered to him.

The monotony had gotten to him, though. His brain was dry-- he needed inspiration.

As he walked down 13th street this morning, there was something that drew him to this little hole-in-the-wall shop that he didn’t know existed until this morning. When he spotted the small store with a deep green exterior, David felt something pulling him in that direction, as if a string had been tied between the two of them.

David had always been able to find inspiration in others’ writing. Exploring bookshops and aimlessly reading books is a popular pastime of his. He wandered the dense rows of the shop, absentmindedly running his fingers along spines of random books that stuck out to him. The sensation on his fingers calmed him. Every stressful thought streamed out of his mind and a warm feeling of comfort filled his chest. David picked up a small, but dense looking book and kept walking, not thinking twice about his decision.

Reaching the end of the row, David realized that he hadn’t encountered one person yet-- the shop seemed abandoned. Turning the corner, David found the front desk that appeared to be as lonely as the rest of the space. He didn’t have a set agenda in mind, but for the second time that day, an imaginary string pulled him forward.

As he neared, he did, in fact, spot someone sitting behind the desk. The man's eyes were trained down and examining something in his lap. His head was in his hand as it was supported by his elbow that was stationed on one of his thighs. While David couldn’t see his face, he couldn’t help but notice the sharp angle of his jawline. The man had earbuds in either ear and slightly nodded along to the music playing in them.

“Excuse me,” David said, attempting to gain the attention of the man behind the counter. The worker didn’t seem to hear him though. It wasn’t until David set the book on the counter that the man jumped the slightest bit, not anticipating someone other than himself being in the shop.

The man quickly looked up at David and made fleeting eye contact, ripping his earbuds out of his ears. He frantically grabbed the book and started to type ISBN number into the computer in front of him; his hurried motions suggest an apology for not paying attention in the first place.

David, though, could not be more oblivious to the nervous state of the man; he’s too fixated on his calculated, mesmerizing dynamics that be possessed. The two may have connected eyes for less than a moment, but it was long enough for David to get lost in them. A passing stranger may have described the color as brown, but David saw much more.

The man’s eyes were not merely one shade a brown, but a masterful collage of every shade you could imagine beautifully intertwined. Something intrigued him about his eyes, something pulled him, leaving David with the sensation of wanting more. The earthy tones gave David’s normally chaotic mind a moment of bliss. He could have stared at his beautiful, chocolate eyes for hours, for the short-lived glance they shared would never be enough for him.

This is what inspiration feels like.

As the man typed in the number, he double takes at the book in his hand. “Tale of Two cities, huh? This is my favorite book,” he shook his head a bit, smiling. The dark-haired man bagged up the book for David and handed it to him. “That’ll be $4.38,”

David dug the cash out of his pocket and handed it to the man.

“So what brings you in this morning, can’t say I’ve seen your face in here before,” the man observed as he returns the change into the taller man’s hand. “Trust me, I would have remembered,” he said under his breath as he closed the cash box, almost as if he hadn’t wanted David to hear it.

David did hear though, and blushed at the comment. “I don’t know, maybe it’s fate,”

Both men seem taken aback by his comment, for it came off much flirtier than David originally intended. A silence fell over the two, but David outstretching his hand served as a peace omen after the previous remark.

“I’m David Jacobs,”

The man took David’s hand.

“Jack Kelly,”

Jack.

Simple, yet extremely intriguing.

David thought he was captivated by Jack’s eyes, but his smile may take the cake. Not a tooth was out of place and they seemed to reflect the bright shade of white. A quirky dimple emerged on the right side of his cheek. Yet another feature he could stare at for hours.

“So Jacobs,” Jack leaned nonchalantly on the side of the enclosed desk area, crossing his arms in the process. “What makes you think it’s fate?” His eyebrow raised in question. David didn’t want to admit it, but since approaching the counter the color of his cheeks had grown warmer by a few shades.

“Well,” David started, clearing his throat. “I’ve never seen this place before, but this morning it stuck out, and I just had to come in,”

Jack nodded, accepting his answer. “Have you read it before?”

“Pardon?”

“Tale of Two Cities, you know, the book you just bought,”

David glimpsed down at the plastic bag in his hand as if to remind himself of the purchase he just made. “Uh, no. To be honest with you, I didn’t even look at the title until I got up here to you. I just grabbed it off the shelf ‘cause it felt right,”

“Huh,” Jack remarked. “Fate you say?”

At that, David’s phone rang in his pocket. He inwardly sighed and pulled out the small device that interrupted his conversation. His demeanor changed as he realized it was his agent calling. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta take this,” David apologized and Jack nodded in response, searching for something to look busy with.

David had forgotten about a meeting.

He had holed himself up in his apartment for so long he lost track of the days.

The meeting was in 10 minutes and he was surely going to be late.

“It was nice meeting you, but I really have to go,” David explained. He already had his foot halfway out the door when Jack called out for him.

“David! Wait up,” Jack caught up to him, letting out a heavy breath. “Take this, let’s get coffee some time?”

“I’d love that,” David answered taking the slip of paper with Jack’s number scribbled across it. A crooked grin painted his face as he exited the shop.

David started down the street, his pace quickening as his mind was caught on two separate tracks. One half was hoping, praying, that his tardiness to the meeting would be excused. He couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten this; it was so important to get your foot in the door in a business like this.

The other half was still stuck on the brown eyes; he could see them so vividly in his mind. Jack Kelly took his breath away in that small shop on 13th leaving his normally one track mind split in two.

It’s safe to say that the dark-haired boy with mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave the mind of David Jacobs.

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