#javetherine

[honeyywoods]

fav Jack/Davey/Katherine dynamic is that Jack is dating both Davey and Katherine but Davey and Katherine aren’t dating, but they’re not just friends either. They’re a secret third thing and if anyone asks they just say “oh well that’s a long story…” and they change said story every time. it’s a running bit that they are both so proud of bc NOBODY knows what their deal is (not even Jack)

[pigeonwit]

“Y’know, for all Katherine’s told me about you, I still don’t know where ya came from,” Jack says coolly. He meets David’s gaze head-on and unblinking, as if he’s waiting for David to do something that even David isn’t aware of yet. David tries to hide the shudder in his shoulders. “Whenever I see her at Medda’s now, it’s all David this and David that-” David can feel his ears turning red, can feel his stomach churning as he scrambles to think of what Katherine has been speaking about him. Jack only cocks his head and smiles challengingly. “Makes a fella wonder.”

David swallows, his head roaring with panic – a warm hand presses against his thigh, and all goes quiet as he zeroes in on the sensation.

“Don’t you listen to him,” Katherine says gently, shooting Jack a flinty glance. “Mister Kelly has a talent for re-shaping the truth.”

Jack tilts his head into his palm and smiles coyly.

“So you admit you talk about him,” he volleys, grinning as Katherine’s cheeks turn a humorous pink. Strangely, the sight puts David at ease – Katherine isn’t the sort to gossip about him to her friend. And she certainly isn’t the sort to keep bad company, no matter how much this Jack Kelly puts him on edge.

“Katherine was in need of a repairman.” He says, trying to keep his tone even. “She had a friend who spoke highly of me, and so she determined that I must be up to par.”

“So, she hired you?”

David stares at his grouse, feeling a remarkable kinship with the limp and roasted bird. He has always been aware of the differences between him and Katherine – how could he not? – but it has always tinged him with a bit of shame to know their friendship stemmed from a bought service. It was a ridiculous thing to feel stung over, but David never claimed to be a rational man, and he wasn’t immune to feeling cheap.

“Colour me impressed,” Jack shrugs, shooting Katherine a wry look. “Always rare to see Kitty ask for help.”

“Oh-!” Katherine slaps his shoulder. “Hush, slanderer! I am more than capable of admitting when I’m found lacking. Aren’t I, David?”

David blinks, suddenly off-kilter from the combined weight of their unfiltered gazes. He’d been sinking into his chair the more they spoke to one another, allowing himself to be absorbed into the backdrop of the evening – it was a skill he’d grown rather accustomed to. But now they had reeled him right back to the centre of attention, casting him into reality, and it was a sensation most – dizzying.

“Well,” he says stiltedly, the words bubbling anxiously from his lips, “you did insist I show you what I was doing so that you’d never have to call for me again.”

There’s a beat of silence, a seconds-worth of time for David to weigh the pros and cons of leaping from Katherine’s drawing room window – and then Jack splutters into his glass, sending a flurry of brandy spattering across Katherine’s tablecloth.

“Jack-!”

“Sorry!” David yelps. “That – I assure you, that was the last thing I hoped to elicit-!”

“My God, David!” Jack cackles, still choking flecks of brandy into his napkin. “Ya couldn’t’ve warned me he was a firecracker, Kitty?”

Katherine, David quickly realizes, is a mess of hysterics, practically buried in her own tablecloth as she wheezes.

“I couldn’t possibly,” Katherine giggles, a slight snort tinging the edge of her words, “do David such justice.”

David frowns, his frazzled nerves beginning to soothe. He glances between the two, still rather suspect he’s done something wrong – but no one seems terribly offended and Katherine hasn’t ordered him to leave her household, so perhaps the damage wasn’t too great.

“I only spoke the truth…” David says hesitantly. Katherine gasps and slaps his shoulder in scolding.

“You did not!” She cries, her voice dripping with faux-scandal. “It wasn’t my intention to just send you on your way! I only prefer being able to solve my own problems, you know that!”

“Your exact request was that I show you how it was done so that you need never have a man touch your pianoforte again.”

Jack slaps his hand on the table, howling into the cloth.

“Mercy, Dave!”

[pigeonwit]

“Her father can’t know,” Jack says quietly. “He’d kill me, David. He’d take her home, and that – it’d just ruin her.”

It’s remarkable, the way he makes Katherine’s gilded cage sound like a fate worse than death. Truly, David can’t fault him for it – the idea of Katherine, with all her brilliance, being forced to make polite conversation with some arranged match makes him feel ill. David presses a hand to his temple and sighs.

“Despite my – rather embarrassing inability to read the room last night, Mister Kelly, I assure you that I am not that much of a fool. Your secret is safe with me.” He drags his hand towards his mouth and clears his throat, ducking his head towards the floor. “I only hope you’ll forgive how much I overstayed my welcome. Had I known of your – relationship, I would’ve allowed you your privacy.”

Jack watches him for a moment. His eyes shift, losing that sharp, hare-like gaze, and turn instead into something softer. More patient.

“I can see why Kitty likes ya so much.” He chuckles. David’s ears turn shamefully hot.

“She’s my best friend,” he says quietly. “I trust her judgement.”

Jack rises to his feet with a small groan as he stands, calloused hands pressed against his knees.

“Do us a favour - let ‘er know that, will ya? She’s been all skittery ever since ya ran off, you know how she gets.”

David winces.

"Fingernails?"

"Oh, right to the quick." Jack nods. "Could barely hold her pen, but she still put up a fight lettin' me bandage 'em, stubborn little..."

There's a note of fondness underneath his tongue that smooths down the edges of David's apprehension - and when Jack offers his hand, David takes it without any fumbling. He may not understand him, certainly, but it’s clear that Jack isn’t a bad sort – he cares for Katherine, and that, at the very least, gives them some common ground.

“But for the record…” Jack says quietly, his voice low in his chest – he hoists David to his feet with a strength that leaves him winded, his insides swirling as if he’d been bucked off a horse. “I’d say ya read a room a lot better than ya think.”

[pigeonwit]

this too is javetherine

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Fic: There’s A Secret Escape Plan I’ve Got

Jack/Davey Katherine, ~3000 words, PG, modern AU. Katherine has gone radio silent after she says she’s going to tell her father about their relationship. Jack and Davey make a plan.

Full text on AO3.

Tagging @klaineharmony, who will probably be the most interested. <3

[whatstheproblembaby]

Fic: Hold Each Other

Inspired by the A Great Big World song of the same name.

~4750 words, PG-13 for language, Jack/Davey/Katherine.

None of them like winter, though their reasons and reactions differ. Katherine gets sad. Jack gets anxious. Davey gets irritable.

Read it on AO3!

[whatstheproblembaby]

#StrikeStrikeStrikeDay part 2

Because I can’t just NOT do Javetherine content today. They’re my ride or dies!

I don’t have time to do a fully original thing, though, so instead y’all are getting an ask meme.

falls asleep on the couch: Oh, any of them. Katherine, if she’s trying to meet a deadline. Davey, as he’s studying. Jack, because he can sleep any and every-damn-where.

makes friends with the neighbors: Katherine’s better at small-talking them in the halls, but Davey is the one who thinks to bring food to the ones who have recently moved in.

is the adventurous eater: Jack, because he’s never been able to afford to be picky about eating. He’s basically Leslie Knope going “I’m going to drink these nine glasses of milk” and Davey and Katherine are running in going “NOPE! NO!”

hogs the covers at night: Katherine is a cover THIEF, and she’s always in the middle, too. Davey compensates by pulling an extra throw blanket up in the middle of the night. Jack just fucking jetpacks in his sleep.

forgets to do the dishes: Davey, though not maliciously. He’d rather wait til there was more than one plate, so it’s worth the water, but then he gets caught up in something else and forgets until Katherine whips a sponge at his head. Jack just eats out of the box over the sink like he’s FERAL.

tries to surprise their partner more often: They all try to surprise each other in different ways. Katherine is more of a little gift-giver. If she sees a cute little notebook or trinket or what-have-you that reminds her of one of the boys, she picks it up for them immediately. Davey is more the type to show up at their workplaces at lunch to take them out for a quick meal and walk through the park. Jack is whole hog, “Hey get up it’s 3 AM and our flight to Disney leaves in two hours.”

leaves dirty laundry on the floor: Jack throws his shit everywhere because he lived with the other boys for the longest time and they are all Nightmares. Katherine leaves her clean laundry lying around because she hates folding. Davey is ready to murder them both.

stays up til 2 AM reading: Kath and Davey are always at opposite ends of the couch, engrossed in their novels. Jack alternates between whining that he can’t sleep without at least one of them to cuddle with and seeing how many shreds of tissue he can stack on their heads without them noticing.

sings in the shower: Katherine always belts “I’m gonna wash that man right out of my hair!” when she’s shampooing. Jack and Davey are less than amused. Davey does it if he’s in a really, truly great mood, and even then, you really have to be listening for it. Jack and Katherine get matching sappy-ass smiles on their faces when they notice.

takes the selfies: Kath hauls them in for the standard slightly-crooked-somewhat-goofy shot at parties and birthdays and etc. Jack, on the other hand, goes full Instagram boyfriend on them until Davey just hides his face in his hat and refuses to come out until Jack puts his phone back in his pocket.

plans date night: Davey, for sure. He’s usually down for whatever Jack and Katherine want to do, but sometimes he gets a bee in his bonnet and plans out a special night for the three of them. Those are always the best nights.

[whatstheproblembaby]

Fic: Just Be Real (Is All I’m Askin’)

Who here wanted a Newsies/Supergirl crossover fic? No one? Cool.

PG, 3249 words, fluffy as all hell.

Jack/Davey/Katherine, Kara/Winn and Alex/Winn friendship.

Myriad left Winn with dreams of people he's never met and places he's never been - dreams so realistic they might actually be memories. Are past lives real? Will he ever be able to find the people from his dreams?

Read it on AO3!