[So this is just a little thing for @jackscrutchie‘s birthday. Hiccup, you are so lovely and I adore you so much! I’m sorry this isn’t very good but I tried. I can’t draw or anything but I can write crappy fanfiction! I hope you had a great birthday! Also I based Jack’s drawing off of these pictures: http://jackscrutchie.tumblr.com/post/164609034969 ]
Crutchie didn’t expect anyone to remember. He wasn’t an idiot. It had been a crazy couple of weeks, between Jack starting his new job with Pulitzer and a bout of illness sweeping through the lodging house. Everyone was still pretty strapped for cash because of the work they’d lost during the strike. It was no big deal. Birthdays came every year, maybe they’d do something next year when he turned eighteen. It was enough of a present to be walking down the street with Jack, his best friend’s arm slung around his shoulders and a smile on both of their faces. He had been expecting to spend his birthday in the refuge, so he didn’t mind not doing anything special. Being out of that place was enough.
The selling day was long. He managed to sell all his papers at least, but his leg was killing him by the end of the day. He grabbed his crutch once he sold his last paper and limped back to the lodging house, sharp pains shooting up his leg as he walked. It was fine, though. He didn’t mind much. The sun was shining down on him, a feeling he had a new appreciation for, and he whistled as he walked. He climbed up the steps into the lodging house, immediately getting stopped by Specs once he was inside.
“Hey, Crutch, Jack’s lookin’ for ya. He’s up on the rooftop.” Specs smiled at him, clapping a hand onto his shoulder.
Crutchie’s heart sped up slightly. Things had been…different between Jack and him. His best friend had been with Katherine for all of a couple days, until they realized they were better as friends. Jack had been so weird since then, always next to Crutchie or touching him or giving him that smile that made Crutchie’s stomach flip. “Oh, thanks. I should get up there.” He turned to walk out, leg already aching at the thought of climbing up the ladder to the rooftop.
“Crutchie?” Specs’ voice stopped him. He turned back to face his friend, a questioning expression on his face. “Happy birthday. The fellas and I, we all pitched in and got you a little somethin’.” He held out a little package to Crutchie, wrapped in brown paper.
Crutchie stared at it for a moment, then smiled widely. “Thanks, Specs.” He took the present and carefully opened it, revealing a pair of socks. They were warm, soft ones. His were almost worn through, he needed a new pair before winter. He looked up at Specs, smile wide. “Thanks, Specs! These are great, you guys didn’t have to get me anythin’. I know everyone’s still strugglin’…”
Specs cut Crutchie off, shaking his head. “Nah, we wanted to. Don’t worry about it.” He gestured to the front door. “Now get goin’, yous got someone waitin’ on ya.”
Crutchie nodded and tucked the socks into his pocket. He made his way to the rooftop and climbed up the ladder, going slowly to help the pain in his leg. He felt a warm hand grasp his as he got to the second to last rung and pull him the rest of the way up, laughing. Arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. “Happy birthday, Crutch!” Jack’s voice was loud and excited in his ear, making Crutchie laugh.
“Thanks, Jack.” Crutchie wrapped his arms around Jack and held onto him, hugging him back tightly. “I can’t believe you remembered.”
Jack pulled away, one hand cupping the back of Crutchie’s neck. “Course I remembered, what kinda friend do you think I am?” He was smiling at Crutchie, making the shorter boy’s stomach twist into knots.
“I don’t know, you’s been busy and…” Crutchie shrugged and stared up at Jack, his cheeks slightly pink. Jack was standing close to him, much closer than normal. He could almost imagine if Jack leaned in, and-
Jack pulled away and leaned over, shuffling his sketches around. Crutchie shook his head, trying to clear it and sat down. He folded the socks that the boys had bought him and placed them with his other things, he wanted to save them for when it got closer to winter.
Jack walked over and sat down beside Crutchie, holding a small box and a rolled up piece of paper. “I’s gonna get you somethin’ nicer when I have a little more money, but this’ll have to do for now.” He held out the box for Crutchie, carefully pulling the top off. Inside was a cupcake, chocolate with white icing.
Crutchie’s heart swelled. It looked just like one that Crutchie had been admiring a few days previously, in the window of a little bakery down the street. “You remembered.”
Jack scratched the back of his neck, nodding a little. “I…yeah. It ain’t a big deal or anythin’.” He pressed the piece of paper into Crutchie’s hands. “Here, this is also for you.”
Crutchie unrolled the paper and stared down at it, his jaw dropping open slightly. It was a drawing of him, leaning against his crutch with a little smile on his face. He was staring off at something, it was obvious Jack had drawn this when he wasn’t looking. “Jack…”
“It ain’t my best work but I tried to get everythin’ right. I still gotta work on your freckles, there’s just so many of them and all…” Jack began to ramble, taking his hat off and twisting it in his hands.
Crutchie set the drawing down and threw his arms around Jack, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Jackie.” He pressed his face into Jack’s neck. “You’re the best. It’s the best, I love it.”
Jack hugged Crutchie back instantly. “Are you sure? Ise still gonna get ya somethin’ better, I promise. I get paid next week for my new job and I can use some of that.”
Crutchie pulled away and looked up at Jack, shaking his head. “You don’t gotta do any of that. This is perfect.” He grabbed the cupcake and took a bite of it, then offered it to Jack.
Jack shook his head. “It ain’t my birthday, kid. I got that for you.”
Crutchie rolled his eyes. “Jack, I wanna share it with you. Come on.” He pulled off a piece and pressed it against Jack’s lips, laughing slightly as Jack allowed Crutchie to feed him a bite of the cupcake. He smeared a little of the icing onto his finger and rubbed it onto Jack’s nose, grinning.
“Crutchie!” Jack laughed and pushed his hand away.
“This is payback for when you got paint on my hat.” Crutchie smiled and gasped as Jack smeared frosting across his chin. “Jack!” He got more frosting and swiped it onto Jack’s neck. He felt Jack’s fingers digging into his sides and laughed, trying to move away. He laid back as Jack tickled him and tried in vain to push his friend. He finally managed to flip them so he was hovering over Jack, his hands pressed against Jack’s chest.
“Alright, alright! You win!” Jack panted, resting his hands against Crutchie’s sides.
Crutchie smiled triumphantly. “I know.” He stared down at Jack, leaning a bit more on him.
Jack reached up and tucked a piece of Crutchie’s hair back into place. Both of them had lost their hats during the struggle. “Crutch?”
“Yeah?” Crutchie toyed with a stray thread on Jack’s vest.
“I…I got another present for ya. If you want it.”
Crutchie sat back and nodded slightly. “Alright. Ya didn’t have to do that though.”
Jack nodded and sat up. “Close your eyes.”
Crutchie complied, he trusted Jack. He heard Jack shuffling around and then felt Jack’s hands cupping his face. Warm lips pressed against his a moment later. Crutchie’s mind went blank. He froze as Jack kissed him, heart hammering in his chest. Jack was kissing him. Jack. His best friend, the guy Crutchie had imagined kissing a million times.
Jack pulled back and Crutchie’s eyes flew open. “I…sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry Crutchie. I just thought…” He moved to stand up, keeping his eyes down. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Crutchie’s hand shot out and grabbed Jack’s wrist, dragging him back down. He tugged Jack close to him and took a deep breath, leaning in and kissing him firmly. Their second kiss was a million times better than their first, since Crutchie was actually participating. Jack’s lips were soft, a little chapped. He pulled Jack closer, clutching at his shirt. They broke apart a few moments later, a small whine escaping Jack’s lips when Crutchie pulled back.
“I…” Crutchie didn’t know what to say. He pressed close to Jack, the two of them laying back against the rooftop again.
“We don’t gotta figure everything out right now.” Jack murmured, holding Crutchie close. “I just think we should do that again at some point, ya know?”
Crutchie nodded, cheeks pink. “Yeah. Uh, me too.”
“Crutchie?”
“Yeah?”
“Happy birthday.”
Crutchie smiled and tilted his head up to kiss Jack again. It had ended up being a pretty amazing day.
❤ Favorite Male: Honestly, it was Obi Wan.... But it’s changed recently to a certain farm boy❤ Favorite Female: Leia, my QUEEEEN❤ Favorite Pairing: Skysolo but also Leia and Evaan Verlaine from the comics❤ Least Favorite Character: Kylo Ren❤ who’s most like me: Obi Wan???❤ most attractive: Leia❤ three more characters that I like: Han Solo, C3PO, Artoo
OMG I love your pins so much!! I just preordered both the jack and Katherine one! If you ever made a Crutchie one, I'd buy 50 of them!! I'll definitely be keeping my eye on your etsy page! ❤
Thank you so much for your support! I can’t wait to start sending all the pins out!
I’d love to make a Crutchie pin but I don’t think the costume is iconic enough to work as part of that costume series. However I have been considering a pin of his crutch with the strike banner on it??? If it’s something people might be interested in.
