Can you do "we almost kissed in front of everybody but we didn't. Now everybody is looking at us strangely." For javid canon era please
Hi hello! Sorry this took awhile, I had a hard time coming up with a plot for it that wouldn’t be too similar to this one. I hope you like it!
“Ball!” Crutchie calls.
Davey gets up to retrieve what seems like the hundredth wild pitch of the day. He tosses the ball back to Jack, “Ya know, it’s a good thing you’re better at selling papes than ya are at pitching.”
Jack makes a mocking face in Dave’s direction, about to reply with something equally snarky until Race intervenes, “Hey Jack, just throw the damn ball. We ain’t got all day!”
With another pointed look at Dave, Jack winds up and actually manages to throw a pitch Race can hit. The makeshift ball bounces off the bat in Albert’s direction, and he scrambles to get ahold of it before lobbing it at their first baseman, Buttons. Unfortunately, the ball doesn’t get there before Race, eliciting a collective groan from their team. Buttons tosses the ball back to Jack while Specs steps up for his turn at bat.
“Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose!” He yelps, narrowly avoiding being hit by another stray pitch.
“Is it really that hard to throw a ball?” Albert groans.
“Team meeting!” Davey stands from his spot behind Specs, where he was acting as catcher. He sighs and crosses the space between home “plate”, which is really just a newsie cap, and where Jack stands. Waiting for the rest of their team to join them before he speaks, Dave places his hands on his hips, “Jackie, why don’t ya just let someone else pitch?”
Jack puffs out his chest, glaring at the other boys when they make sounds of agreement, “I’m the best pitcher on the team, Dave!”
“Really?” Davey crosses his arms, lifting his brows and tilting his head slightly. “‘Cause I think ya record today says otherwise.”
Jack narrows his eyes and steps closer to Davey, stretching his frame to be as tall as he can be. He glares up at him. “Like you could do bettah’.”
Davey watches Jack attempt to be imposing, stifling a scoff. He invades Jack’s space further, using his slight height advantage until their noses are nearly touching. “I think I could.”
Jack’s breath hitches slightly in his throat when he realizes just how close Dave is. He forgets that they’re not only out in public, but also surrounded by their friends, and finds himself studying Davey’s big, bright eyes. His gaze darts between the taller boy’s eyes and his lips. Itching to close the painfully short distance between them, Jack runs his tongue over his lower lip.
The small action doesn’t go unnoticed by Davey, who’s also come to the realization that they’re a little too close for comfort. His breath shakes almost imperceptibly when his eyes drop to stare at Jack’s lips, wondering how they would feel against his own. He’s just about to lean in and find out when…
“Uh, guys?” Albert elbows Jack in the ribs, his brows furrowing as his gaze goes between the two boys. “What’re we doin’ ‘bout the pitching situation?”
The question yanks Jack and Davey back to reality. They immediately jump back from each other, visibly shaken by their lapse of restraint in front of the others. Davey turns a vibrant shade of red as Jack scratches at the back of his neck, glancing shyly at the other boy with a shrug. “I- uh- I guess Dave can pitch if he wants ta. He’s probably right anyway.”
The boys still stare at the pair in confusion, unsure of what exactly they just witnessed until Crutchie yells, “So do we have a decision o’ not?”
“Yeah?” Buttons replies uncertainly, giving Jack and Davey another look before shaking his head and returning to his spot at first base. “Dave’s gonna pitch for us now.”
“Well get on wit’ it then!”
Davey’s face remains a brilliant shade of red as Jack pushes the ball into his hand. Their gazes meet, but they both swallow thickly and quickly avert their eyes. Jack hurries to take Dave’s previous place as catcher while the other boys return to their former positions. Dave looks around, scanning everyone’s faces for any sign of a reaction, but they all seem to have brushed off the odd confrontation. He finds himself thinking about the way Jack stared at him.
No. Not now.
Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Davey looks at Specs, who’s patiently waiting for him to throw a pitch. He sighs. Baseball was a poor decision.
This one is mostly centered around Sprace, but I’ve included some Javid as well. Those will be the two major pairings with a few mentionings of others.
“Oh you two are so going down.” the night was winding down, and a few of the guests had already left Jack and Davey’s party. Specs and Romeo left after the movie because they were both tired. Well, that’s what they said anyways. Crutchie and Finch went home cause his leg was hurting real bad and Finch was too protective of him to let his boyfriend suffer where he couldn’t do anything. The typical party their group of friends went to had alcohol, but most of them had important things to do the next morning.
“I mean no one’s more financially responsible than my boy Dave so I think you’re the ones who should be scared.” Jack laughed, opening up a Monopoly board game onto the floor. It was Jack and Davey vs. Race and Spot, a truly anticipated match. When everything was finally set up, everyone picked their characters.
“Okay so who’s gonna roll first?” Davey asked.
“Hold on there Jacobs, what’re we playing for?” Race leaned in.
“Isn’t the satisfaction is winning enough for you?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Hell no! We gotta win somethin’.” Spot interjected, all the while Jack was nodding along.
“Fine, how about… twenty bucks?” Davey suggested, not really wanting to gamble a whole lot of money, but still wanting to earn enough of value.
“And, the losing team can’t complain about the other’s PDA for the rest of the year.” Jack added. Now that was something to work for. You see, these two groups were infamous for their public displays of affection, much to the displeasure of their other friends.
“Deal.” Jack raised his hand to spit in it, but Davey yanked it away and shook his head slowly.
“Just, don’t.” he said quietly.
“Oh c’mon, I thought we were past this!” Jack complained, rolling his eyes. After a quick kiss from his boyfriend he shut up and the game began. It was difficult to tell who had the upper hand this early in the game, but it only took a few bad deals to cost them the entire game.
“Doubles!” Race exclaimed, rolling them again.
“You know, one more of those and you’re landing your ass right in jail.” Davey remarked, who had made himself the banker because he was the least likely to steal.
“Ah whatever Mr. Rules Guy.” Race smirked, eliciting a small laugh from Spot. Spot had decided that he would oversee all of the title deeds and Race would decide whether or not to upgrade for a hotel.
“Alright I’m gonna buy it.” Spot declared when he landed on a proper they hadn’t gotten yet.
“Babe that’s too much money.” Race argued.
“I’m doing it!” he quickly handed the money over to Davey and collected the deed.
“It’ll pay off I promise.” Spot said, noticing his boyfriend was glaring at him.
“I thought I was the gambling one.” he smirked.
On Jack and Davey’s team, Davey had control of most of the properties and the money, and Jack thought of ways to best destroy the enemy.
“Okay Dave, if you land on a light blue property they don’t own, buy it cause they almost have all of them. That way, they won’t be able to upgrade.” Jack whispered. Davey pressed a kiss to Jack’s temple as a sign of agreement.
A few rolls later, and Spot had managed to land himself in jail.
“How am I not surprised?” Race joked, earning a slap to the arm from the recent detainee.
“Aw c’mon, don’t act like you won’t try and visit me.” Spot replied, quickly applying his lips to Race’s.
“Okay I know we’re a little much, but you guys are the gross ones.” Jack said, over-exaggerating his disgust with a grimace.
“Yeah alright, just get your gripes in before we mop the floor with you two.” Spot challenged.
“In your dreams, Conlon.” Davey replied, barely looking up from his cards.
As the game drew to a close, everyone started to become unhinged and frazzled. Well by everyone, it really just means Race and Spot.
“What happened to all our money?!” Spot cried.
“It’s these jackasses taking it all with their stupid rent!” Race replied, growing agitated. Jack and Davey had snuck up on them with their sneaky tactics, slowly draining the pair of all their funds.
“It might be time to accept your losses and give us the money now.” Jack smirked.
“No! I will not loose to you people!” Race exclaimed, thrusting the fake money in the air. Soon enough, they finally had to admit that they were bankrupt, losing the game after about two hours.
“Pay up boys!” Davey smiled wide as he collected his prize. Jack, wanting to explore the other reward of winning the game, planted a big kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. Race and Spot couldn’t do anything except for look away as they began to clean up the Monopoly game.
“Sucks to suck Conlon.” Jack stuck his tongue out at the shortest member of their group.
“Ah I bet you cheated, your partner was in charge of the money.” Spot pouted, obviously tired from all of the night’s events.
“Me? Never!” Davey replied, feigning shock. Spot almost lunged over and gave the two of them a good smack, but Race held him back.
“Calm down, ya big baby! I know of a way we can turn this night around…” he leaned in and whispered something into his boyfriend’s ear, making his face slowly turn red.
“Well this was fun but we really should be heading home.” Spot squeaked, practically dragging Race out the door.
As I am Irish I am TOTALLY up for this like, so much. Sorry this took so long!
•Right so Crutchie has the fucking gift of the gab like honestly he could talk for Ireland. Race always makes fun of him, saying he must’ve kissed the Blarney Stone or something.
•Jack is the best fricking Gaelic football player. He plays county and it’s always his excuse with teachers. For example:
Medda: I need that essay tomorrow Jack
Jack: Can’t, I play county
•Something that surprised Race about his boyfriend is that Spot is actually a fluent Irish speaker. He finds out when they decide to go to the Gaeltacht area in Galway for a bank holiday and oh my god here’s Spot Conlon speaking Irish to every fella on the street.
•Albert has a Donegal accent. The lads always make him say chicken cause god when he says it, it sounds like chuckin.
•Jack goes over to Katherine’s to do homework with her and oh Jesus Christ she has so many trophies and medals in her room. Jack asks about them and she blushes and admits Irish Dancing was her thing when she was a kid. She never really liked it but her father made her do it.
•Davey gets 10 A’s in the Junior Cert and it’s no surprise to fricking anyone. He doesn’t expect it at all but oh my god Jack throws a party of the mouth because he deserves it.
•Jack teaches Les hurling and the kid loves it and Jack loves that’s the kid loves it but honestly he cannot cope with being whacked in the shins for much longer
•Mush failed his mocks and he was really fucking upset so Katherine and Davey teamed together and tutored him and he got solid B’s in the actual JC
•Crutchie LIVES for the late late toy show each year. It doesn’t matter how old he gets, he always curls up on the sofa, hot chocolate with marshmallows in hand as he watches the screen in awe.
•Elmer fucking hits Finch over the side of the head when he says he doesn’t like Tayto. “Like omg it’s a staple food how dare you.”
•Aifric is the boys’ favourite show. That theme tune is their jam lads like “SEO É M'AISTER” is sang at the top of their lungs
•Davey plays trad music and guys it’s a session when he does. That fiddle of his is magical like yesss
•Ireland is honestly Jack’s favourite place. The rolling fields, the towns where everyone knows everyone. It’s exactly the big life in the small town he loves.