Also 11 from the sappy prompts please thanks dear you're a plumb
“Seriously Crutchie, just go talk to him,” Spot groaned. “I’m sick of your whining.”
“You of anyone should understand pining,” Crutchie mumbled.
“I’ve never pined in my life,” he immediately countered.
“You’re still pining,” he smirked. “There’s no denying to me that you’re in love with Race.”
Spot flung a pillow at Crutchie, hitting him directly in the head. “I am not in love with Race or anyone else. End of story.”
“Keep telling yourself that Conlon,” he replied, throwing the pillow back to him, completely missing his target.
“Seriously dude, it's clear that Jacky-Boy’s in love with you,” he said. “Like look at anything about him and it's basically flashing lights of ‘I’m in love with my best friend’.”
“More like he hates me now,” he mumbled.
“Oh c’mon,” he sighed.
“I'm serious!” he exclaimed. “You've seen it. He's barely talking to me anymore and whenever we're in the same room he makes sure he's on the opposite side.”
“I'm gonna prove to you he loves you just so I can get you to shut up,” Spot muttered, pulling a jacket on after standing up from the couch. “Mark my words.”
“One second!” Crutchie called upon hearing the knocking on his door. Even after he said that, the knocking didn't stop, if anything it sped up.
Opening the door revealed a very disheveled Jack, looking petrified. “Jack? You could've texted or-”
“I might have to kill Spot after this,” he interrupted before taking a step into the apartment, grabbing Crutchie’s face in his hands, and crashing into his lips.
Crutchie yelped in surprise, but kissed back because there was no way he was passing on what could be his only possibility to kiss Jack. His arms hung by his side for a moment as he wasn’t exactly sure what to do with them, but involuntarily they moved to Jack’s waist. Jack shot out his leg backwards, hitting the apartment door with his foot and kicked it closed with a small bang. Crutchie allowed his eyes to flutter close as he pulled on Jack’s shirt lightly to bring him closer. They parted for a moment as they regained the breath they had lost. Crutchie kept his eyes closed, too afraid to open his eyes again in fear that if he did, it would initiate talking, and talking could go wonderfully or make everything crash and burn. For all he knew, this was a sick joke someone decided to play on him, and by kissing back he screwed everything up. Luckily for him, Jack quickly kissed him back, and his mind quickly emptied again except for the thought that he was actually kissing Jack.
“We gotta talk about this,” Jack muttered against his lips as they pulled apart.
“I know,” Crutchie sighed, opening his eyes and looking up into Jack’s.
“Spot made me do this,” he admitted.
“I knew it,” Crutchie mumbled, letting go of Jack’s shirt and immediately backing up and turning away from Jack, walking towards the couch so he could return to his nest of blankets and never come out again.
“Wait shit I didn’t mean it like that,” he cursed, stopping Crutchie by grabbing his shoulder. “I meant Spot made me come talk to you. He did not tell me to kiss you. Well, he implied it, but I don’t think that’s the first thing he wanted me to do. Kissing you was my choice.”
“Why’d you kiss me?” he asked, turning around to face him, causing Jack to let go of his shoulder.
“‘Cause I’ve wanted to for the past month, but especially when you opened the door ‘cause I knew I was gonna tell you everything and in case things went to shit I just wanted to kiss you once,” he explained. “I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking though my mind just completely went out the window I swear I’m not usually like this. I mean I don’t normally kiss people out of the blue, you know I’m demi and you know everyone I’ve dated and I’ve only kissed them and-”
“Jack you’re rambling,” he interrupted.
He took a deep breath. “I know. I do that when I’m nervous.”
“I know, we’ve been friends for over a decade,” he said, shaking his head slightly.
“Can I just start from the beginning?” he asked. “Forget I kissed you for a second and let me explain and then you can decide if you hate me or not.”
“Jack I could never hate you,” he insisted, “but of course, explain whatever you need to.”
“Okay well for starters, I’m ninety percent sure I’m in love with you,” Jack said, immediately looking down at his hands, which were shaking as he attempted to fiddle with them. Without thinking, Crutchie took hold of them. Jack’s lips twitched into a small smile before he continued. “I only noticed about a month and a half ago, but god Crutch, I must’ve been in love with you for years. I don’t know how I didn’t notice. I mean Davey noticed before me. That’s saying a lot because he’s the most oblivious person on this planet. Anyways, I’m in love with you and Spot kind of forced me down here to tell you even though our friendship is probably ruined now. I was perfectly content with just being your friend and suffering for the rest of my life, so blame Spot for this.”
After he was certain Jack was done talking, Crutchie let go of their adjoined hands before immediately wrapping his arms around Jack’s waist, burying his head in his chest.
“Is this a ‘one last hug before I kick you out of my life’ hug?” Jack asked tentatively.
“No you idiot, it’s an ‘I love you too’ hug,” Crutchie said, his voice muffled.
“Wait seriously?” he questioned, pulling Crutchie out from out of the hug.
“I’ve been in love with you since you sat down next to me first day of lunch in sixth grade,” he replied. “I’m just so relieved because I thought you didn’t want me as even a friend anymore, but this, this is better.”
“What made you think that?” he asked.
“You’ve been distancing yourself lately and I thought I did something wrong and you hated me,” he explained.
“I was afraid if I was near you too much I would suddenly kiss you or something and our friendship would be over,” he responded. “We’re both idiots aren’t we?”
“For sure,” Crutchie smiled. “Thank god for Spot.”
“If only he could take his own advice and talk to Race,” he murmured.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him,” he laughed. “Can I kiss you again?”
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Thanks to @ladyofthewittyremarks for the tag! Only a bit late with it!
Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy
Nikita - Elton John
The Locket - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 Score
Never Say Never - Styx
Interlude - Christina Perri
Apologize - OneRepublic ft. Timbaland
Two Evils - Bastille
Joseph Smith American Moses - The Book of Mormon
Stray Paper - The Gaslight Anthem
Black Sun - Death Cab for Cutie
Shockingly normal mix of music for me, even though I listen to the same songs all the time anyway... Not going to tag anyone to do this, but I really enjoyed the tag! :)
bell flower, evening primrose, goldenrod, poppy, dandelion
bell flower: what’s the title of the song that makes you want to jump around out of joy?
omg I don’t know if there is one????? the only songs that give me a lot of energy aren’t like ‘happy’ songs they’re like songs about adventure or crazy parties and stuff even though I don’t party like ever. So maybe “I am Moana” at this point tbh or possibly “The Good the Bad and the Dirty” by Panic! at the Disco.
that is way more complicated of an answer than I’m sure was necessary
evening primrose: what’s your sleeping playlist (give me 5 songs)?
Golden- Fall Out BoyThe Rain Song- Led ZeppelinExile Vilify- The NationalVenus- Sleeping at Last30 Lives (Acoustic iTunes ver)- Imagine Dragons
golden rod: are you more of a baker or a cook?
okay so I do a lot more cooking than baking bc I cook all my own meals, but I enjoy baking more than I enjoy cooking????
poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is?
It depends on the fries or the mood I’m in tbh. Some fries can be eaten plain but I’m the heathen that puts ketchup all over the top of them instead of dipping when I want it.
dandelion: any special talent that you have?
I literally have zero talents except my ability to bullshit things tbh. I’m really good at convincing people that I know what I’m talking about (especially on exams and stuff).
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May I ask why you hate ALW? I have the vague feeling that I agree with you but I never know exactly why, and I'm decently new to the musical theater fandom so I don't know much about him
i have so many reasons honestly
he fired patti lupone from the broadway production of sunset boulevard and she had to find out through a gossip column. then he offered her the spot of replacing glenn close in the los angeles production which was just rude.
he’s made millions off of the phantom musical but he hasn’t paid any money to the leroux family (besides them getting some from the french dub of the 2004 movie and the upcoming paris production). he’s trashed talked the book at every turn, and completely disrespected it by writing a sequel that assassinates all of the characters, and is hugely misogynistic. it’s a blatant cash grab that didn’t need to be written, it’s his worst musical.
he’s a conservative goverment official that flew from nyc on the taxpayer’s dime to vote for welfare cuts. he’s a plagiarist. he wrote a major iranian character out of phantom but had time for a made up italian tenor. love never dies is a fucking trainwreck. he was rude to judy kaye. he’s allowed the phantom restaged tour to continue even though it is just gross. he’s just gross.
