NEED a fic where jack says "i'd rather tell you what i'm hoping for tonight" while very unsubtly staring at his lips to davey cause davey would be WEAK if jack said that to him.
jack: Spot Conlon is- well he's the type of guy who's always thinking about one thing
davey: girls?
jack: no-
davey: is it... yahknow
jack: it's murder dave, murder
give me Davey who is wildly obsessed with Victorian flower language and Jack who begs Medda to teach him about it so that he can save money to make Davey the perfect flower arrangement
(or, alternatively, Jack going to the flower district to sketch certain flowers he wants to use to learn their shapes and then painting the arrangement later when he gets to Medda’s, because it’ll last longer)
and when he invites Davey to the theatre one night, Davey isn’t expecting much. then Jack tells him to close his eyes and he waits there dutifully until Jack tells him to look, and when he does whatever snarky quip he had been about to say dies in his throat. because he’s looking over the arrangement, eyes flitting between pinks and reds and purples as he processes each of their meanings. he cries. bawls like a baby and Jack gets worried that he fucked up and accidentally insulted Davey or something in flower language but then Davey kisses him and when he pulls back he’s finally found his voice again, saying that it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for him. anyways.
Jack: This is not coffee. This is twenty bottles of five-hour energy and four cans of Monster mixed with cocoa powder.
Jack: I'm pretty sure my heart stopped beating two hours ago.
Alright I'm going feral but let me explain when cannon era Javid hits, you gotta write about it
David dressing Jacks wounds and him pulling back and sucking in a breath, "Jackie you need to hold still."
"It hurts when you do that Dave."
"Well, I gotta clean it, Jack."
Jack rolls his eyes but lets David clean the wound. Jack lets his mind race with feelings as he feels bad for making David worry about him. "I'm sorry." He says quietly
David looks up at him, "Don't be sorry."
"But I can't keep you worrying over me." He bites his lip
"Jack I will never stop worrying about you!" David holds his hand in his "
No you can't David, I'm not perfect and I can't give you anything back and-"
"Jack stop it! Don't say that about yourself, I don't care that you can't give anything back and I don't care if you're not perfect neither am I or even my parents, I love you, Jack, you gotta know that."
Jack's eyes glisten, "Are you sure?"
David locks eyes with his,"More than sure Jackie, I love you not matter what."
"I love you too," Jack whispers and feels a tear go down his cheek.
David kissed him gently and continued with dressing his wounds. After finishing and putting supplies away David leads Jack to bed and wraps him into a hug while saying "I love you". Jack looks up at him one more time and, "I love you too. Thank you."