BATIM Oneshots

Tugging the Lyricist's Heartstrings

Wally x Jack requested by DemonSheep88

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Jack Fain was an organized man. One that didn't like a lot of things. He liked cleanliness, organization, quiet, and good music. Other than that, that was pretty much it. So how in the world had he found himself growing a crush on the one person in the studio that wasn't any of that?

His clothes were always stained with some sort of ink, paint, dirt, or whatever else he'd get into. His hair was always a curly mess matted down under his newsboy cap and patched up clothes with missing buttons. He was obnoxiously loud, constantly slamming doors and whistling and near yelling when he talked. However... there was one thing about Mr. Wally Franks that just couldn't seem to get out of Jack's head.

Good Music.

He seemed to always have a rhythm to him, one of his very own. He whistled, he sang, he tapped his broom to a beat only he seemed to be able to hear, it... fascinated the lyricist. He couldn't seem to help himself.

However, no way could he tell him, right? Wally thought he found him annoying, and he probably saw Jack as an uptight, tinier Sammy Lawrence. Not in physical look necessarily, mind you. Simply behavior. Jack's slicked back brown hair under a beige bowler hat, short and lean body, and brown eyes did not at all mirror Sammy's more taller and skinnier figure, messy blonde hair, and tired green eyes.

Today, Jack was reorganizing the infirmary, really just an excuse to avoid the sewer for a day. He liked the quiet but sometimes the smell was just too miserable for him. That's when Wally came in.

"Oh! Mistah Lyricist! Uh, Jackie right?" Pondered the loud voice of the janitor by the door, making Jack jump a bit and snap from his little zoned out trance. He turns to Wally, trying to act unenthused.

"Jack, Mr. Franks. Jack Fain."

"Hmm... well, I like Jackie... it's a good nickname for yah!" Wally laughs, making the lyricist's cheeks go just a little pink.

"W-What do you need, Mr. Franks?" Jack seemed to be growing flustered.

Wally steps in and hops up onto the bed, rolling up one of his pants legs to just past his knee. "Here to fix this..." Wally had cut his leg. Bad. And the cut was still bleeding all over his pant leg and his actual leg. Jack tenses when he sees it, his eyes growing wide.

"What did you do to yourself?! This is going to get infected! Ugh, you stay there, I'm getting supplies..." He starts to scramble around the infirmary, gathering some bandage, disinfectant, gauze, and whatever else he thought he'd need.

Wally laughs and shrugs. "I dunno... I was helpin' Thomas with somethin' in the vent and got snagged by some loose nail or somethin' in there..."

"You're laughing about this?! Are you insane?! Does it not hurt?!" Jack sets the stuff on the bed next to Wally, crouching down in front of him. "Be still..."

Wally looks down, seeming to go quiet for a moment as Jack starts pressing gauze against his leg to soak up some of the blood. "Heh... dunno, doesn't hurt me too bad. On the bright side... I do like seeing you at this angle~" Wally winks seemingly flirtatiously, making the Lyricist's face flush red.

Jack tenses up but stays quiet, focusing on treating the wound. He pours some peroxide on a rag. "This might sting..." He presses it against Wally's leg quickly, making Wally tense just slightly for a moment then relax.

"Hmm... Mistah Jackie, do yah eyes always sparkle like that?"

Jack glances up at him, then back to the wound, his face flushing deeper in color. "What... I don't know what you mean..."

Wally smirks playfully. "I'm meanin yah eyes are pretty, Mistah Jackie~"

Jack's face is now an even deeper red. He grabs the bandage, starting to slowly wrap it around Wally's leg. "B-be more careful, when you're helping Mr. Connor with work, got it?"

"So long as you're careful not to burst a blood vessel around me, Mistah Jackie~ You really think I haven't seen yah in the halls an' stuff? You look like a tomato anytime yah see me... I'm flattered~"

Jack finishes wrapping Wally's leg. He stands slowly, then just grabs Wally's face and smacks their lips together. Wally's eyes widen in surprise for a moment, then he slowly kisses back. They stay like that for awhile until Jack pulls away, his face definitely bright and rosy now. Wally laughs, grabbing him and pulling him into his lap.

"Was wonderin' when ya'd do that Mistah Jackie~"

"Just... J-Jackie... Mister is weird..." Jack slowly leans into Wally's chest, giving a soft sigh.

"Alright, Jackie~ and just Wally for me..." Wally smiles, kissing the lyricist's cheek.

"Alright... Wally..."