#jackcrutchie hc

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Jack kisses Crutchie’s nose all the time and Crutchie scrunches up his nose every time.

[evshansen]

ok but do yourself a favor and don’t think about badass, legend among the new york newsies, jack kelly sauntering down the manhattan streets one day, stumbling across this skinny, pitiful kid with his right leg twisted crookedly beyond repair and just instantly thinking without batting an eyelash, “yes, this one. this one’s mine.”

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At four years old, Jack Kelly knew what family was. It was yelling and screaming and at each other, sometimes crying, it was being scared and feeling safe somehow in the same moment, but in the end, it was knowing his father and his mother had his back.

At six years old, Jack Kelly was less sure of himself, more sure of the power of hunger and a few good kicks. Family meant sitting quietly with his head down, looking like he was praying and really planning, being scared of his father but still knowing, somehow, he had Jack’s back, until suddenly nobody had Jack’s back and family wasn’t a word he needed, families were groups of people who acted like they cared but didn’t, really.

At ten years old, Jack Kelly’s family was the faces in his sketchbook, held close to his body like armor and tucked under his pillow like they would chase away the dreams he hated of the bad times, when he all wanted or claimed to remember were the good ones.

At twelve years old, Jack Kelly’s family was hatred, it was anger and grief and all of the other things he’d kept bottled up for years, it was everything he hated about himself and all the things he’d learned to hate about his father, and it was anger at the woman who seemed so determined to get Jack to call her his mother.

At fourteen years old, Jack Kelly’s family was breakfasts and sunrises and painting, and the smell of new erasers and paper and laughter with his mother, his mom. It was finally being happy right where he was, not scared or worried about food, he was happy.

At sixteen years old, family was real for Jack Kelly. Family was legal, it was on paper, it was forever. It was hugs and comfort and really, truly being there for each other. It was knowing that when he had a bad day, he could go home every time and talk about it and be listened to.

At twenty years old, Jack Kelly’s family included sitting in a room full of people he knew as well as he knew himself. It was movie nights with his boyfriend’s head in his lap and laughter that didn’t stop, and a group chat full of nonsensical jokes that only made sense to them. It was laughing until he cried and people who were always there when he needed them to be, not only his mom but his friends.

At twenty-six years old, Jack Kelly’s legal family grew, grew with a hyphen to attach to his last name along with a dance and a short kiss and a title. Husband. Jack Kelly was a husband, he had a husband, his family was the same size as it had been six years ago, but it was different now, stronger and better.

At twenty-nine years old, Jack Kelly-Morris had his heart broken when it looked like his family would grow, when it looked like the little boy he’d wanted to call his son would be his son, only to have him moved and taken away, and maybe Jack understood why but that didn’t mean he had to like the way it felt.

At thirty years old, Jack Kelly-Morris had one daughter and then two, adopted and soon to be. He had bedtime stories and painting nights and mac-n-cheese and Disney movies and days in the park. He had two little girls who called to him when they were scared and hugged him when he came home from work. He had a husband to fall into bed next to, exhausted and happy with his family.

At thirty years old, Jack Kelly-Morris knew what family was. It was laughter and fighting and making up and love, it was everything hed ever wanted, it was seeing little faces and big faces light up just from being around each other, and it was trusting, and it was knowing that forever, no matter what, they were his. His friends, his mom, his husband, his kids. His family.

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Jack and Crutchie went through their emo phase together and both will still freeze when they hear "Welcome To The Black Parade"

Jack often plays guitar when they’re just sitting at home, almost idle animation style, like he isn’t even really thinking about it just playing things he knows so well he doesn’t have to concentrate. Sometimes he plays the opening and Crutchie just stares at him, remembering the infamous purple hair and dark eyeliner phase they’d gone through together. Sometimes Jack does it on purpose, too.

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Okay but what about Crutchie telling all about his feelings towards jack to his roommate Race, with Spot there too, innanother room or something. Little does he know Spot's roommate is jack

Cut to Spot smiling evilly because he’s been hearing Jack rant about the cute blond boy with a crutch for months and he’s completely aware he has all the power to get them together or to get embarrassing videos of Jack to show to Crutchie and still ultimately get them together but first embarrass him.

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👨‍👨‍👧

Jack and Crutchie are foster parents for a long time before they get to adopt Rosie and Kenzie. They celebrate both adoption days and birthdays, and even though Rosie is a few months younger than Kenzie, her adoption processed first, so they both claim to be the older daughter. This joke carries on so long that people who don’t know them well enough to know why actually think they don’t know who’s older.

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Question: what would happen when Crutchie is left to take care of a drunk Jack Kelly?

“Izzz jist a little, promise...I’m fine.”

“Lay down.”

“I wanna...I wanna...”

“Water. Drink some water and take an asprin and lay down.”

“Nah...I think....kisses. Kisses would be nice.”

“Lay down.”

“I jist wanna kiss by...boyfriend. You’re...you’re my boyfriend!”

“Yes I am, but you need to lie down, please.”

“But...you’re pretty. Kisses?”

“No. Lie down.”

“Will you lie down too?”

“Sure, Jack, just lie down.”

(((Jack is a cuddly, sappy, confused drunk and Crutchie is exasperated))

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yknow whats gay? ppl getting snowed in somewhere remote together.

You know what’s really really really gay?

Jack and Crutchie getting snowed in together

Cause see Jack is from Florida and Crutchie is from right outside Phoenix, Arizona so neither of them like snow or the cold very much.

Jack cried the first time he touched snow from a combination of love and hate because it was so Pretty but also so Cold.

Crutchie has experienced it before be he still doesn’t like it.

Snowstorms mean movie marathons and lots of cuddling.

And cute little cold kisses.

And often a large nest of fluffy blankets and hot chocolate.