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maybe a fic with javid ft. Medda as Jack's mother figure, if that's smth u can vibe w/???

that is most certainly something i vibe with thank u sm!!!!! just some hcs to point out beforehand:

medda just adopts/fosters any kid she lays eyes on. she’s adopted jack, race, specs, and smalls.

jack was adopted by medda when he was 13 and calls her mama bc she’s the closest thing he’s had to a mother in a really long time

jack kelly is latino and u can pry that from my cold, dead hands

Jack is absolutely floating when he comes home. He has a dumb grin on his face and rosy cheeks as he waltzes into the kitchen. He walks right past Medda and goes into the fridge to grab himself a Pepsi, humming to himself.

Medda, standing at the stove, scoffs in mock offense. “James Miguel Kelly, don’t I get a kiss?” she demands. He smiles and passes her again, this time stopping to plant a quick kiss on her cheek. “Hey, Mama,” he greets before sitting at the counter across from her, cracking open his drink.

“Hi, baby,” she replies, now smiling. “You have a good day at school?”

“You could say that,” he says, resting his chin in his hand. He smiles dreamily, staring down at the countertop.

Medda raises her eyebrow, smiling wider. “Somethin’ special happen?”

He shrugs, still grinning. “I mean, I guess you could say he was ‘special’…”

She laughs to herself, stirring the pot of sauce on the stove. “Oh, so this is about a boy, huh?”

Jack’s eyes light up. “Not just ‘a boy,’ Mama. His name’s David. He’s new, just moved here. His sister’s in my math class, so I helped her out and showed her around. She introduced me to him, we got to talkin’ and…” He pauses and sighs, looking for the right words to describe him. “He’s just… he’s perfect. Smart, witty, not too bad on the eyes.”

“Sounds like someone’s in loooove,” comes a voice from behind him. Jack just rolls his eyes as Race sits down next to him, popping a gum bubble loudly.

“And I didn’t ask you,” he replies, shoving his arm playfully.

“Well it’s true. Everyone knows you fall in love at least once a week.”

“That ain’t true!”

Medda hums. “I dunno, maybe your brother’s right. You get crushes at the drop of a hat.”

Jack turns to her and scoffs. “Mama, I thought you were on my side! Anyways, this is- this is different, okay? I think I actually might have a chance with Davey.”

“That’s what you said about the last boy,” Race teases and Jack lifts his hand up as if to backhand him.

“Alright, alright, Antonio. Leave my little lovesick baby alone. Go set the table, will you, sweetheart?”

Jack starts spending a lot more time around Davey, desperate to get closer to him. He hangs out with him at lunch, joking and laughing loudly as the quieter boy politely laughs at his dumb jokes. Jack loves his smile. It’s pretty- warm, but a little nervous. His teeth are straight and perfect. Jack bets he brushes three times a day. Probably flosses too, the nerd.

Jack invites Davey over a lot to do homework with him and get help studying, but usually they end up watching a movie together. Smalls spies on them and gives Jack a thumbs up whenever he glances over at her. He just rolls his eyes while inching ever so closer to Davey.

Eventually, Jack gets the nerve to actually ask him out on an official date. His face turns pink and he stutters his way through asking him to go to the aquarium with him, but he’s elated when Davey actually says yes. As soon as Jack gets home, he immediately runs to find Medda.

“Mama!” he yells, socks sliding on the hardwood floor as he finds her in the living room. “What do I wear on a date?”

Medda ushers Jack to his room, picking out a nice blue button up– “Blue brings out those beautiful eyes, honey.”– and a pair of jeans for him to wear, all the while excitedly squealing that her “baby’s going on a date.”

“I can’t believe it either, to be honest…” he sighs, looking in the mirror as Medda holds the shirt up to his chest. “Davey’s too good for me.”

“Jack, don’t you say that,” she scolds. “You’re a lovely boy and you’re just as good as any boy out there. You can’t beat yourself up like that, baby.” Her hands are on his shoulders and she gives them a reassuring squeeze. He smiles shyly and looks down. “Thanks, Mama…”

Three months go by, and Jack swears he’s in heaven. He still can’t believe he’s dating David Jacobs. Every time he looks into his wide green-brown eyes, he melts. Every time he goes on a tangent about a book he read or a lizard he learned about, Jack tries listening, but can’t help think about how he got so lucky.

Then they fight.

Jack doesn’t know how it happens. One second, they’re talking in Davey’s car in front of Jack’s house. The next, Davey is speeding away, leaving Jack standing on his porch step in confusion and anger. He just goes inside, immediately getting in bed and screaming into his pillow.

The next day, Saturday, Jack texts Davey. And texts him again. And again. I’m sorry. Please talk to me. Can we please talk. Davey I’m sorry. His calls go straight to voicemail. Jack doesn’t let himself cry, though. He should have seen this coming all along. He just carries on with his day, but visibly deflated. And Medda takes note.

Jack’s in the den playing video games when Medda comes in, taking the remote from his hands and pausing the game. Jack just looks up at her, defeated, and she sits next to him.

“Honey, you can’t just spend all day moping.”

“I ain’t moping,” he grumbles.

“Well, something happened. Talk to me about it.”

And then he cries. Medda envelops the boy in his arms, sighing and rubbing his back. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay…” she says softly as he buries his face in her shoulder.

“I really messed up, Mama,” he croaks. “Davey won’t even talk to me. I dunno what to do. I told him I’m sorry who knows how many times.”

“Maybe he needs to hear more than just sorry,” she suggests, rocking slightly. “If I were you, I’d march right on over to that boy’s house and let him know just how much you love him.”

Jack laughs, sniffling. “I dunno if that’s gonna work…”

“Well have you tried?” Jack just stays silent, and Medda nods. “Thought so. If you really love someone, you do whatever it takes to make sure they know that. Even if you look crazy. You gotta be willing to take that risk.”

He looks up at her, smiling. “Thanks Mama.”

That evening, Jack takes a risk. He stands outside of Davey’s apartment and starts throwing pebbles at his bedroom window until he sees someone move behind the curtains. They part to reveal Davey, looking equal parts upset and confused. Jack smiles nervously and gestures for him to come downstairs. Davey hesitates, but he disappears from the window and soon after he opens the door and stands at the top of the stairs.

“Jack, what the hell are you doing here?” he asks exasperated.

“Davey,” Jack says breathlessly. “I… I know you don’t wanna hear it. But I’m sorry. I’d never try to hurt you, okay? ‘Cause I…” he laughs nervously and shrugs. “‘Cause I love you. I love you. And I need you to know that. So I came here to make sure you do. And I ain’t going anywhere ‘til you understand that, you got it?”

Davey smiles after a moment, walking down the steps and quickly pulling Jack into a hug. He buries his nose into Jack’s hair and sighs. “…I love you, too,” he says shyly. “You’re a jerk sometimes, but I love you, too.” Jack laughs, face buried in the boy’s neck.

Thank God for a mother’s intuition.

#this is longer than anticipated #and it focuses less on javid and more on jack's relationship w medda #but i hope u like it........#javid #jack kelly #david jacobs #medda larkin #mine #anonymous

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