#bring me to life jd

[surr3al1sm]

I made this meme for Grace & Ari and decided to insert some more coaches into it. It got a little out of hand though.

The original (the rest are below the cut):

These two are my other favourite duo maps so truly, if you pick the other coaches hit me up

Rest of the duo map’s I made (you can always request swaps or more coaches btw!)

I made this one completely for myself ngl, but I feel like other Wanderrose shippers will enjoy it

I did make more but apparently tumblr has a 10 image limit so I’m probably just going to wait till I have enough for a second post or if they get requested

[karis17love]

b. Blake and Liv COTD

ꨄ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴀᴄʜᴇs ꨄ

"𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪�� 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦

𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦."

Requested by: @drowntowns

If anyone wants me to add a specific coach/es or map, feel free to ask, I will add them one by one <33

[rafedarling]

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

requested by @gracerose68

pairing: drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: five years after outer banks ended, drew and you are enjoying life together, despite your ten-year age gap. loved by the entire cast, you are considered part of the “obs fam.” during a group vacation to ibiza, you starts feeling off and realizes you might be pregnant. caught between your fears of drew’s reaction and the unwavering support of your “siblings,” you discovers that love, family, and unexpected surprises can lead to beautiful new beginnings.

warning(s): english is not my native language. unplanned pregnancy, emotional vulnerability, fluff, humor, mild swearing, supportive friendships.

au: like, reblog and feedback are much appreciated.

Your and the other actor of Outer Banks group chat was always filled with energy.

Chase: “Ibiza is happening! Flights booked. Who’s ready for sunburns and bad decisions?”

Rudy: “I call dibs on the best room. Drew, don’t fight me this time.”

JD: “This isn’t Outer Banks, Rudy. No treasure hunt to claim a room.”

Madelyn: “Can we focus? Who’s bringing sunscreen?”

Madison: “Y/N will bring it. She always has everything.”

You glanced up from your phone and smirked at Drew, who was scrolling through the same messages.

“They’re not wrong.”

“You’re like the group’s mom,” Drew teased, pulling you closer on the couch.

“Well, somebody has to keep you lot alive.” You poked his side, earning a soft laugh.

The trip to Ibiza had been a long time coming. Between work schedules and personal commitments, it had been years since the Outer Banks cast had been in the same place together. Despite not being a cast member, you were as much a part of the group as anyone else. Drew’s friends had embraced you with open arms, making you feel like family.

It wasn’t always easy being ten years younger than Drew. At 24, you were still navigating adulthood, while Drew, at 34, was more settled. But your love for each other made the age gap feel insignificant.

The first day in Ibiza was pure of laugh and every other things. About the villa, it was breathtaking, with whitewashed walls, infinity pools, and views of the sparkling Mediterranean. Everyone quickly settled into vacation mode, with plans for beach days, exploring the island, and late-night conversations by the firepit.

By the second day, though, you couldn’t shake the nagging exhaustion and nausea that had crept in. It wasn’t like you to feel so drained, especially when surrounded by people you loved.

As the group lounged on the beach, Drew noticed you sitting quietly under the shade of an umbrella.

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching beside you. “You okay? You’ve been quiet today.”

You forced a smile, brushing off his concern.

“Just tired. I think the travel caught up with me.”

His brow furrowed, but he didn’t push.

“Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Always.”

Later that afternoon, a small girl wandered toward the group, her tear-streaked face melting everyone’s hearts.

“Where’s your mommy?” you asked gently, kneeling in the sand to meet her gaze.

The little girl sniffled and pointed toward the other end of the beach. Without hesitation, you held her hand, reassuring her until her mother arrived.

“You’re an angel,” the mother said gratefully before walking away.

“You’d make such a great mom,” Madison said, nudging Drew with a grin.

“She really would,” Drew agreed, his eyes soft as they met yours.

Your stomach flipped, but not in the good way. His words felt like confirmation of what you’d been suspecting but were too scared to admit.

That night, while everyone gathered in the living room for a movie, you excused yourself and retreated to the bathroom. With shaking hands, you retrieved the pregnancy test you’d packed.

The seconds felt like hours as you stared at the test, unable to bring yourself to flip it over.

A knock on the door startled you.

“It’s Madelyn. Are you okay?”

You quickly hid the test and opened the door, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Madelyn’s sharp eyes darted to the trash can, where the box sat in plain view.

“Y/N…” she began, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. “Are you pregnant?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded.

“I think so. I haven’t looked yet.”

Without hesitation, Madelyn wrapped you in a hug.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise. Let’s look together.”

With trembling hands, you flipped the test over. Two pink lines. Positive.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, the weight of the realization crashing down.

Madelyn pulled you close as you started to cry.

“It’s okay. Drew loves you. He’s going to be so excited.”

“But what if he’s not?” you sobbed.

“We’ve never talked about kids. What if this ruins everything?”

Madelyn shook her head.

“Stop. Drew adores you. He’s not going anywhere.”

Madelyn helped you gather the girls for a “mandatory ladies’ meeting” in the bathroom.

“Are you dying?” Rudy called after you jokingly as the girls shuffled upstairs.

“Very funny,” Carlacia shot back before closing the door.

Once everyone was inside, you took a deep breath and shared your news. The girls gasped, their reactions quickly turning to excitement.

“You’re going to be such a good mom!” Kelsea squealed.

“If Drew so much as blinks wrong, we’ve got your back,” Madison added, earning a round of laughter.

The next day, the guys decided to go bungee jumping, leaving the girls at the villa.

“You’re seriously not going to tell him yet?” Madison asked as you lounged by the pool.

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“You can’t keep this from him forever,” Carlacia said gently.

“I know. I’ll tell him tonight.”

When the guys returned, you greeted Drew with a tight hug. “I missed you.”

“I was gone for a few hours,” he laughed, kissing your forehead.

At dinner, panic set in again when the waiter asked what you’d like to drink. Thankfully, Madelyn saved you by whispering to the waiter to make your cocktail virgin.

After dinner, the group gathered by the firepit, and the girls urged you again to tell Drew.

“You’ll feel so much better once it’s out in the open,” Madison said.

With a deep breath, you pulled Drew aside, leading him down to the villa’s private pier.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his worry evident.

“I have something important to tell you,” you began, your voice shaking.

Drew’s brows furrowed. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, tears streaming down your face.

“I know we haven’t talked about this, and if you don’t want —” you continue.

“Wait,” Drew interrupted, his eyes wide. “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

Drew pulled you into his arms, his grip firm yet comforting.

“Y/N, this is amazing. I love you. I love us. We’re going to be fine. I mean much better than fine.”

His words brought a fresh wave of tears, but this time, they were tears of relief.

Back at the villa, Drew insisted on sharing the news with the group.

“We’re having a baby!” he announced, his grin infectious.

The group erupted in cheers, with the guys tackling Drew in a congratulatory hug while the girls swarmed you.

“You’re stuck with us forever now,” Chase joked.

“You’ve been family for a while,” Rudy added, “but this seals it.”

As the night wound down, Drew pulled you close, his hand resting protectively on your stomach.

“You’ve given me everything I didn’t know I wanted,” he said softly.

You smiled, your fears finally melting away. Surrounded by love, you knew this was the start of a beautiful new chapter.

[nativegirltapes]

drew didn’t like to make a big deal out of his birthday, but unfortunately (fortunately) for him, he’s dating angel, the girl who makes it her life mission to celebrate his birthday !

notes — small birthday blurb for my babydaddyyyy <3 nothing that special.

you knew it was dangerous when drew gave you a copy of his key for his apartment. coming to steal his clothes and dig in his snacks was fun and sneaky, but planning a surprise party for him while he was away all day was definitely at the top of the list.

“i want everything to be perfect! we need to rehearse one more time!” you shouted. “everyone get in position!”

“really?” JD complained, although he was definitely speaking for everyone involved in the surprise. this was your 6th time making everyone rehearse for when drew got home. “yes. really. now get in position.” you rebutted, everyone ultimately listened and got into position. they knew how much this meant to you. they knew how much drew meant to you.

“wait!” your eyes shot open at the noise of drew stomping down the hallway. “he’s actually here! everyone positions now! for real this time!” you took your spot standing a few feet from the door, holding the fresh flowers you bought for drew.

your stomach did flips as you heard drew fiddling with the lock, you just wanted everything to be perfect for him. and more importantly you just wanted him to like it.

“SURPRISE!” everyone shouted as drew opened the door. a huge grin took over his face as he set his bag on the floor, immediately coming to embrace you.

you heard mumbled ‘happy birthday drew’s’ being yelled by everyone as he hugged you. he left kisses all along your ear and cheeks, “happy birthday drew.” you said softly, pulling away from the hug and giving drew his flowers. you were surrounded by dozens of people but still this moment felt so intimate. “thank you baby.” drew kissed you before making his way to his other friends and guests that you’d managed to all round up on the same day, all to celebrate him.

⋆˚࿔ 🎂 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

after a few hours of socializing with drew’s friends and castmates, some of who you loved and some of which you couldn’t stand, you’d finally gotten drew alone upstairs in his room for a bit.

“you did all this for me?” drew wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him. a small smirk took over his face as he looked down at you. you looked absolutely stunning. you couldve gotten him nothing and he’d still be happy just being able to come home to you.

“yes.” you batted your lashes, your soft voice giving him butterflies. “there isn’t anyone else i would want to do it for.” you stood on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “you mean that?” drew teased, his hands making there way down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“do you want to find out?” you pulled him by the collar of his shirt back to the bed. drew wasn’t the only one getting what he wanted for his birthday.

[deadghosy]

HAZBIN HOTEL X ROBLOX NOOB! READER

prompt: your best friend John Doe hacked you into a universe where hell is much different in your mind

“OOF-” you said as you press the buttons on your ps5. A portal opens as blocky person with yellow skin exits out of the portal looking at you. “JD!” You said with a “:P” face. “noob…you get to get out the house more…” John Doe said with a static voice as he picked up your bloxy body and thrown you into a portal as you kept smiling

“:) yay I’m falling.” You said out loud as you felt yourself fall in the air. You fell but landed on your feet like always. You look around to see that it smell like must, ass, and most importantly fire. You walked around just smiling as demons and sinners looked as if you were some weirdo…..

You came across the hotel and applied for a job to be the schedule manager. You got a red outfit to match vaggie and Charlie as you grab a flat board and started to write who gets to do what.

Noob! Reader is the type to pull out a cannon out of fucking no where and fuck someone’s life up🦆(a/n: pinkie pie type shit)

I can see Alastor watching you do a r6 dance as he just looked at you weirdly with a strained smile. You literally said out loud “/E DANCE!” And started to dance 😭

Lucifer got scared because he accidentally let you dove off a roof…but you respawned with a blue force field around you making Lucifer think you were an angel.

You love the egg boiz as they love you too! You do color sheets with them as Pentious brings you guys some cookies like a mom💗

You had onetime pulled a chainsaw out because husk said he needed to get a haircut on his fur. You literally pullled it out of no while husk jolted looking at your crazed face as you reved it up.

“You said you needed a hair cut!!” “I SAID HAIR CUT! NOT END MY LIFE YOU FUCKER!” Husk yells back as you chase him smiling like “:D” with the chainsaw. It was giving scooby doo as you kept chasing him.

Lucifer would be weirded out with Noob as noob just sticks their tongue out like the :P face while Lucifer pokes you curious about your game like box body.

I imagine noob! Reader showing Charlie a picture of bacon hair boy who is doing orange justice in the back. “Oh is that your friend?” Charlie says with a nervous smile at how your friend’s hair literally looks like bacon or is. You nodded excitedly as you wave your phone happily at bacon hair boy.

You blasted “it’s raining tacos” outside of the Vee’s tower when learning your friends had opps in there. So you wanted to annoy them.

This lasted for 2 days until vaggie had found you and took you home as you screamed out the song LOUD AND PROUD

I can imagine Lucifer making you a duck hat that says “don’t duck with me!” It’s so cute 🦆

I headcannon noob!reader to be the most dangerous being in hell as they literally been to every other gun and fighting game of the roblox universe.

NOOB SOLOS‼️‼️🔥

You know those badass Roblox games with those cool combat moves? That’s what you use. 🤨

You grabbed a sinner’s face and run dragging their body in the ground with a smile. You lifted your arm and swing them around as they flew to who knows where as the crew behind you had an either shocked or entertained face.

One time Charlie and you were shopping in a mall and you peaked over the boarder to keep people from falling. “I wonder if I can die from this height.” “NOOB NO-” that’s when you had to get a kid leash on you anytime you go out with the staff.

It was a nice day as Angel was throwing knives to increase his skills. You walked by him curiously grabbing two knives and throwing them at the same time. Making it hit the bullseye as Angel looked at you shock.

“Whoa kid, how did you learn to do that?” Angel asked pulling out the knives you made in the bullseye. “I was murder once!” You said with a happy smile as you walked away. Angel dust has the most confused face ever(picture below)

I headcannon noob!reader to be like Kirby. So like noob pulls out a knife to be murder, and then they could pull out a gun as Sheriff✨🦆

“Pew pew pew” you said as you stood on the balcony of the hotel as you shot at random sinners. Alastor appeared behind you confused but laughs at the misery of the sinner running when a missed shot almost killed them.

One time Angel gave you a Tommy gun not suspecting you know how to use it….you literally started to blast sinners away-

You SHOT AN OLD LADY ALSO😨

yeah Angel never gave you his Tommy gun ever again.

As you stayed in hell, you didn’t know that you would be spied on by the angels as Adam laughs at how chaotic and naive you are.

You’re so use to bullshit in Roblox you just stand there like “🧍🏾” as shit goes on. Literally when Charlie was panicking when the extermination was due in 6 months

During a uno game you ate a card as husk was trying to win but forfeited in anger as you screamed out uno. Leaving the missing card out of your mouth….it got quiet so quick as husk chased after you.

Niffty finds you amazing as you both have crazed tendencies. You both literally cause made chaos around places 🤭

YOU USE YOUR ADOPT ME SCAMMING SKILLS TO SCAM PEOPLE 😭😭 I CAN SEE THIS

The overlords are confused when they see Lucifer bring you to a meeting for once. You just sat there eating a taco. “Ello.” You said waving your blocky arm at them.

When watching the horror movies with the crew, you don’t react at all with Alastor as you been in lots of horror games with that one guy named Guest…you miss home and him.

I headcannon that you once accidentally summoned John Doe because you sneezed and he literally stood there as you hugged him. The rest of the crew was confused thinking he was your brother.

[barbiiecams]

need to know

drew starkey x reader, smut!, reader is younger and also JD’s little sister, she’s also tipsy but not drunk, kinda trash but hear me outtt 😭! & absolutely no hate to odessa i just needed a plot lolz, *not proof read*

when you walked into the house party, the first person you were looking for was drew.

your brother, JD, was very close to him, so it made your life even better. if they hung out, you were hanging out too. and they were going to a party, you begged your brother to take you. even though you were an adult, some clubs (and some hosts of the parties) would only let a certain age in.

but now you had just turned 21, past the point of just being legal.

and now you just had to have your crush of basically 4 years.

when JD first got casted, you were so excited for him. you really did look up to your brother and admired him. because of the distance, he’d facetime you and tell you about all of the fun things he did, his fun scenes and etc.

it seemed genuinely fun, so when he asked you to meet the cast while they filmed season 2, there’s no way you would’ve turned that down.

he flew you out, helped you sort of “move in” to where he was staying at, and had you help him practice all of his lines. stepping onto the set was really nice, and so were all of the people.

everyone was so welcoming. the girls became your new besties and the boys saw you as their own baby sister as well.

but when it came to drew, being seen as a baby sister was something that almost… deflated you.

—

“and this is drew,” JD says as he finishes introducing you to the actors scattered all over the place.

when you locked eyes on him, you just felt your panties being soaked.

“nice to meet you,” drew smiles. blue eyes covered by his hair looking into yours and a hand sticking out. “what’s your name?”

you shook his hand, “y/n.” he nods at this before being called by one of the producers.

your shocked state might’ve been obvious, because your brother had to nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention back.

“you just turned 18, he’s 26 turning 27. don’t even think about it.” he gives you a stern look.

“think about what?” you feigned innocence. “you’re a weirdo.”

JD rolls his eyes, “yeah yeah whatever. come help me practice.”

you followed your brother over to wear his character chair was, but you couldn’t seem to get drew out of your head.

—

and now here you were. fast forward three years later and you were making the move. you just hoped he was actually interested and you wouldn’t embarrass yourself.

“don’t drink too much,” JD raised his voice over the music, “i wanna get wasted too.”

you rolled your eyes at him as he walked away and made it to the group of boys. you’re glad you actually watched him walk, seeing drew right there laughing and drinking.

as if he couldn’t get any more sexier, his hair was buzzed. usually, you weren’t attracted to the buzz cut. only some people could truly pull it off.

but it was drew, he could pull anything off. and when you saw him, you thought your legs were about to give out on you.

you had to really pull yourself out of thought. madelyn had spotted you and embraced you in a hug.

“hey girl! you’re finally of age!” she teased.

“i know,” you giggle. “where the drinks at?”

she laughs at you then brings you to a table where the rest of the girls are. they’re cheering, hugging you, and happy to finally see you and actually party, no rules pushed onto you.

“what’s gonna be your first drink?” laci asks with a smile.

“i want the hardest shit available.” you said, half joking yet half serious.

now all of you guys are really laughing. “getting bold i see.” madison jokes.

but that’s exactly what you get served. a gin and juice given to you all pretty and colorful, but when you took a sip, your face immediately scrunched up.

madelyn giggles, “drink it!”

“i didn’t know it was that strong!” you defend.

they’re laughing at your face while also trying to down their own hard liquor. you’re having such a good time, the headache you’ll have tomorrow morning is least of your worries.

you guys are all drinking and dancing, the time passing being the least of your worries. you’re on your second drink, and third shot of the night, and that’s when you realize you still haven’t said hi to any of the boys.

“i’m gonna go say hi to everyone else,” you tell the girls as you guys are settling back down from dancing. they all nod and watch you walk to the other side of the room, where austin is now chugging a beer while the rest of them yell “chug, chug, chug!”

as you’re walking over there, you seem to notice a girl with curly hair, standing next to drew.

‘interesting.’ you thought.

austin finishes and they’re all yelling for him. he turns around to your face and smiles. “baby sis!” he yells.

everyone turns to see you, and the screaming is now directed towards you. you were definitely walking out of here with a headache and hearing loss.

you gave them all individual hugs, saving the best one for last. (drew of course.)

“how are you?” chase gives you a pat on the back.

“more than good, i can see you are too.” you chuckle as you point out the spilled drink in his shirt.

he lets out a drunken huff, “yea blame your brother for that one.”

JD raises his head from a plate of wings he’s devouring. “you were in the way!”

you realize you’re still hugging drew, and he’s still got his arms around your shoulders. the thought ran through your mind that you looked like a little fangirl, but you didn’t care. hopefully when the night was over, you’d be doing more than just holding onto him.

he lets go of you, and you internally sigh. “you’ve been drinking?” he asks.

you nod, “not enough tho.”

he laughs at your response then turns to the girl you saw earlier, “odessa, this is y/n.”

odessa.

“nice to meet you!” she waves. she’s pretty, but what was she doing around drew?

you didn’t have the guts to ask, and it would be a weird look if you did, so you left it alone and just mimicked her smile and wave.

“alright i just came to say hi, ill talk to you guys in a few!” you said, wanting to get away from them in a heartbeat as long as she was still around.

you walked away from them while they all were saying ‘see you in a few.’ getting back to the table with the girls, you immediately had to ask them.

“whos that girl with drew?” you said as you sipped your almost empty glass.

“odessa?” madelyn starts, “that’s his friend. they shot a movie together and have been close ever since. they look like a couple tho, right?” she says as she downs a piece of pizza.

hearing that made you feel good yet bad at the same time. they were only friends, yet people seemed to peep at the fact that they looked like more than just friends.

and you weren’t having any of that.

not wanting to speak any more of it, you just let out a ‘hm’ which seemed to go unnoticed.

“how come?” madison asks.

“no reason,” you lie. “they just looked really close.”

—

over the next two hours, you went from drinking, dancing, eating, then repeating then same process. it started to catch up with you, but that wasn’t stopping you. surprisingly, you weren’t that much of a lightweight.

walking and sort of tripping in between people over to the counter with drinks, drew’s there by himself filling up his glass. you weren’t sure were that girl odessa was, but you most certainly didn’t care to find out.

as you slightly stumble, he holds your arm as you get closer so you wouldn’t have to struggle.

“somebody’s having fun,” he laughs.

“i am, i’m not drunk just yet tho dont worry.” you giggle. you started to think your legs were actually giving out on you to the sight of him, and his hand on your arm wasn’t helping your case.

“take it easy,” he says, “JD isn’t the most sober either.”

he motioned his head over to where he was. you turned your head to see your brother doing a line of shots with everyone surrounding him, cheering and yelling some more.

“of course,” you mutter.

drew chuckles, “i got you, don’t worry.”

your stomach was doing flips at this point. his words affected you, even if they weren’t meant to be flirtatious. that’s how bad this attraction was.

it’s silent between the two of you for a second, until you decide it’s time to speak up. ‘now or never’ you thought.

“can i ask you something?” you turned back to him. he replies with a quick ‘sure’ as he put his phone down.

“are you and odessa together or something?” you blurted. maybe you should’ve reworded the statement, but the drinks had gotten your boldness up.

he seemed taken aback, “no, not at all. why?”

you didn’t have a lie for this one, “just wondering.”

he wasn’t moving on from that quickly at all. “i can tell that’s not full truth.”

that little thought came back into your head again. ‘now or never.’

“it’s just… i feel like i want you to see me more than just as a little sis.” you said. when you said this, you didn’t feel bad either. you’ve been wanting him for a good 3 years now, and you’d be damned if you let someone else get him before you did.

he’s not speaking for a good moment which makes you worried, then he finally says something.

“you’re gorgeous y/n, you know that?” he starts. you nod, but you were kind of freaking out at the same time, not really knowing where he would take it from here.

“but i’d think it be wrong if i saw you as anything else other than a little sister. you’re a lot younger, and literally the little sister of a close friend. i just don’t think it would work.” he explains.

fuck no. you were not giving up that easily.

you started to stand a little closer to him. “i’m 21! that’s enough past 18 if i can legally drink. and who cares about JD?”

“i know, i know. but JD most definitely wouldn’t like seeing his sister with his best friend.” drew tries to reason.

“i don’t care,” you drag out the word. “i’ve been crushing on you since i met you. i waited so long to finally tell you.”

you can see the light red start to form at his cheeks and the smirk come to his lips, “i’m flattered, really. but i’d rather not get my ass beat by your big brother.”

“please?” now you were really getting close by wrapping your arms around his neck. “it can be our little secret. no one has to find out. but i just need to know.”

drew’s starting to cave. he rests his hands on the sides of your hip. “need to know what?”

the smirk is starting to become more evident, and his voice starts to drop.

“how you feel, how you taste. i want you so bad.”

“you’re gonna get me in trouble, y’know.”

you don’t notice up until now how close your faces are. he lets out a sigh that sounds like he’s not going to let is guard down, but little do you know he’s been wanting to take you there just as long as you’ve wanted it.

“i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want to bend you over the minute we shook hands.” he said seductively.

“then do it now.” you tell him.

something you’ve been waiting on forever, he gives you a short kiss on the lips. he pulls back quick and make sure no one’s watching, but everyone is too busy drinking and dancing currently.

he rubs his hands up and down on your sides. “let’s go upstairs.”

it’s like a weight lifted off your shoulders. all these years of plotting finally paid off. you were so ready to give him whatever he wanted and have him take you however he pleased.

he held your hand as the two of you walked upstairs, getting to the most closest and available room, he opened the door for you and walked in behind you, locking the door.

he wasted no time either. as soon as the two of you were closed off, he started kissing you deep. forcing his tongue into your mouth, teeth clashing, and his hands working to get your pants off.

you definitely weren’t trying to waste a moment either. your hands immediately went under his shirt to feel his abs, and to take it off.

his hands worked fast. he got your pants off after pushing you down to the bed, and now your top was gone as he started to feel you through your bra. you were still trying to get his belt off.

he’s groaning into your mouth and it’s the hottest thing you could possible experience. “shit, i need to taste you. let me taste it baby.”

as he’s working to get your bra off, you finally managed taking off his belt and unzipping his jeans. he took down his own pants, then went straight to dipping his head down there and took of your panties, quite literally discarding them. he pushes your legs open and gets to work.

he opened your folds with his hands then put his tongue on you, which had you moaning in seconds.

drew knew exactly what to do with his tongue. you were already so worked up on him, and now he was eating you out like it was the first meal he’s ever had.

he brought a thumb up to your clit. “like fuckin candy, mama. so sweet.”

“drew!” you practically screamed out.

he moans against your clit, which really does it for you. “be as loud as you want, baby, nobody can hear us.”

and that’s exactly what you do. you don’t hold back your moans for a second.

he puts a finger in you and starts moving it quick, curling it while still using his tongue. he was a fuckin pro.

the release was coming quick, but he stops. he hears the sound of disappointment and sees it on your face.

he pulls down his boxers, “it’s okay. gonna make you cum around me as many times as this pussy can.”

that’s all he has to say for you to practically push yourself even closer to him.

and he was real big. you were almost afraid he wouldn’t fit. but right now, you had to have him in every way. you’ve craved him for too long and you didn’t care if it hurt.

he lines up with your entrance and rubs the tip along it. “you ready?”

“give it to me.” you say. he takes this as his cue to push his length inside you.

both of you let out a sigh when he goes in. he makes sure you feel every inch of him, moving in slowly then bottoming out completely.

“you feel too good, princess.” he groans. all you can do is whimper at how full you felt with him inside.

after a few moments of letting the feeling sink in, he starts moving. your breathing starts to heavy, and it feels like you’re on cloud nine.

“mhm, that’s right. feel me baby.” he says as the pace speeds up. he throws his head back and his hands squeeze your hips, holding you down and making sure you take it all.

he then plants a leg on the bed, fixing his position so he can hit it even deeper. you can’t even form words at this point. it’s just all moans and “ah ah ah” sounds.

you can feel him all the way in your guts. he’s in there so deep, going completely ham on your tight hole. it was so much that you reached your arms out to try and block his hips a bit.

drew wasn’t taking that. “uh uh baby. you wanted this right? you wanted to know. you wanted to be a big girl and take it, so that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“it’s so deep!” you’re able to blabber out. he puts his leg down and leans back on his knees, bringing you to sit up with him. now his hands are supporting your waist as your hands find his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“i know it is baby i feel it,” he says against your mouth. “i knew you’d be a good girl for me tho, shit. taking this cock like a damn pro.”

as he thrusts up into you, he starts grinding your waist into him. this is a whole new feeling that has you really screaming out now.

“you like that, pretty?” he says into your ear.

“so much!” you mewl. he chuckles at the state your in. fucked out and filled with his cock.

“yea i know you do baby.” he says. “you just needed a real man to come and work you huh?”

he lets out a breath before continuing, “yea, you like your men with some experience. don’t you baby?”

you just let out more moans at his words, he knew what he was doing and he was proud.

you felt the orgasm approaching, and he could tell too. “you gonna cum?”

“yes!” you yelp.

“go ahead sweet girl. let me feel this pussy gush around me.”

when he gave you the ok, you let go. you were cumming and crying at the same time, everyone downstairs probably wondering where the two of you went. but did either of you care?

absolutely not!

“that’s it, good job baby. i knew you’d be a good girl f’me.” he says, thrusts slowing down to soak in all of your orgasm.

he laid you back down to get a few more thrusts in. now he’s chasing his own release.

“i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. you want it on your stomach?”

“anywhere,” you respond.

he looked shocked. “oh yea? what if i knock you up? then what are we gonna do?”

“i’m on the pill! promise.” you tell him.

his eyes squeeze shut. he was real close. “okay baby, here it comes.”

you feel the hot liquid squirt inside you and fill you up. you could almost cry again from how good it felt.

when he was done, he stayed inside for a little just to calm down. after that, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“i’m glad you convinced me, best sex i’ve had in a while.” he’s still catching his breath but smiling.

you giggle, “it’s about time i got my hands on you.”

he laughs as well, holding you close and letting both of your bodies relax. “guess you’re all mine now.”

him saying that made your heart burst. it’s the only words you’ve been wanting to hear for so long. “i guess you’re all mine too.”

he smiles, but then you suddenly remember you’re at a party. “we better go back down before they start a watch party for us.” you said while getting up, trying to find where he even threw your underwear.

“right. we’re getting you a plan b tomorrow too.” he says, and you definitely have to agree.

but finally, that was your man.

[lmo82]

How L is with N vs A

With N

-the looks he would give her during the whole tour

-always touching/cuddling

-always holding hands and L will bring her hand even closer to him, like towards his legs more or in Brazil his Crotch…lol

-Always being body guard Luke

-Pulls her closer to his body, like in Italy WT pictures

-they share drinks and utensils like couples do

-interviewers believe they are really in love.  The one gasp from the reporter when N caresses L hair

-they both talk about how much they love each other 

-L meeting N family.  This one is HUGE for me and the one I always go back to.  N sister crying when Mom and L hug.  SIL snapping her fingers, while patting N’s brother on the chest.  Mom nodding her head approvingly as she walks back to her seat.  And in another video it shows N wiping away tears as her mom and L hug.  

-L wouldn’t let go of N hand at the London premiere

-the ring, enough said there

-As an add on N mentioning people wanting her to marry L in Time.  She also mentions her dad who has passed and she rarely talks about him.  To me it seems like she is mentioning the two most important men in her life in a very very important article about herself

How L is with A

-NYE kiss, where maybe they were drunk and then apparently a simple kiss the next day at a tennis court(have not seen this one). This was pre WT so to me it doesn’t even need to be including per say, but doing it anyway

-she was on friend trips with L, never seemed alone, even if that was alluded to

-Was at both premieres but L avoided her, even when she tried holding his hand…claw grasp anyone? 

-A was at GQ event with R and S too.  All pictures of them together he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else

-In Sorrento he was Lifeguard Luke *

-in videos he doesn’t know he is being recorded he avoids her, like not being near each other for Rs birthday cake video or the recent Boss event bts footage

-Didn’t see them around each other since July until recently.  Just pictures alluding to them being around each other 

-Boss event where after helping her out of the car let’s go of her hand and it looked awkward.

-Inside Boss event they did look close and laughing and hands on each others backs.*

-like stated above though, bts video of the event shows that after they walked into the event they weren’t close to each other.  Another bts video of them getting drinks again not close, in fact L seem to keep his drink in his right hand to keep the space between them

In conclusion how he is with N screams love and couple.  The only thing that says couple with A are the two on my list with the * .  And both those times it appears they knew they were being filmed.  Now I don’t know why N and L would go to this trouble to pretend to be in relationships with others.  Not going to address JD because that one isn’t worth a breakdown If you look at his friends and SM.   On the other hand I don’t understand why the world tour would all be PR either…especially with N family involved.  A lot of what we got from, N and L was from the WT, so people want to ignore it as PR…I don’t.  Yesterday I kind of went down that path and it doesn’t make sense.  It just doesn’t.  So if we believe that the WT was them being them, we need to realize that 2 somewhat displays of affection between L and A are not even close to the levels we got from L and N.  Why are we holding more weight to those 2 displays.  Especially when L has never confirmed that is his girlfriend.  And the few articles written have always been about promoting A.  I know to the outside or more “realist” people we seem conspiracy level nuts, but we are looking at the big picture imo.

[goldfades]

38. "stay with me, please? i need you tonight. maybe for the rest of my life, if you're generous."

with jamie!

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 | jd⁹

♡ ─ word count | 1.6k

♡ ─ warnings | hurt/comfort, ANGST!! jamie being an asshole (but it was lowkey justified), mention of his injury/trade :((, thats all!

♡ ─ ev's notes | okay listen i forgot the prompt but the last few paragraphs basically describe what the prompt conveys if that makes sense, i still hope u enjoy it nonnie 😭🩷

Jamie had a pretty hard season, with him moving to Philadelphia unexpectedly and him being injured had really gotten to him. He's spent the last two weeks at home recovering and trying to get better as soon as he could, he wanted to be back on the ice as soon as possible. His injury added another layer of frustration. The pain, both physical and emotional, weighed heavily on him. Hockey had always been his sanctuary, and the forced break on top of the trade felt like the whole universe was against him.

You entered the condo, sighing with exhaustion. The last couple months had been frustrating for you as well, but it didn't even come close to how Jamie was feeling. As you entered the small condo, you heard the shower running and assumed it was Jamie.

You put down everything and began starting on dinner, Jamie probably hadn't eaten anything except breakfast. You were worried for him, more than you could ever express. You'd always had faith in him even in the lowest of the lows but he had never been this low in his entire career. He'd always been a determined person but right now, it really did feel like the odds were stacked up against him.

You wanted to do everything in your power to make him happy again, even if it was for a fleeting moment before the world closing on him again. The smell of a home-cooked meal began to fill the air as you moved around the kitchen, chopping vegetables and preparing a comforting dish.

As you worked, your thoughts lingered on Jamie's struggles - the trade, the injury, and the emotional toll it all took on him. You understood the importance of hockey in his life, how it served as a source of purpose. Tonight, you wanted to provide not just a meal but a reminder that he wasn't alone in this struggle, no matter what happens.

As your timer beeped, indicating that dinner was ready, you set the table, adorned with comforting dishes. The shower turned off, and soon Jamie emerged, his weariness evident in his movements. You gave him a warm smile, opening up your arms for a hug.

"I made your favorite,"

He slumped down to your height and embraced you tightly, sighing. You let him hug you before he slipped away from the embrace, and you could feel the tension in his shoulders as he did. The weariness in his pretty eyes spoke volumes, but so did the gratitude for the effort you put into making the evening a little brighter.

"Thank you," Jamie murmured, his voice a mixture of fatigue and appreciation. He walked over to the table and sat down as you brought waters from the fridge before sitting with him.

"How was your day?" You asked gently as you settled into the seat, glancing up to watch him.

"It was fine." He responded shortly as he began eating the food, avoiding your gaze. You knew he didn't want to come off bitter but it stung, you tried your best to not to take it personal. "You?"

"Oh, you know, the usual," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to maintain a casual tone. "Work had its moments, but nothing too exciting. I did manage to catch up with Maya over the phone today, she said she missed us back in California."

You knew you had messed up as you heard Jamie's fork hit the plate, the sound echoing throughout the apartment. Shit, I shouldn't have mentioned California. You looked up and caught his tired gaze as he sighed.

"I'm sorry," you offered softly, regret lacing your words. "I didn't mean to bring up anything that might upset you. It's just habit to share little updates about people we know, you know?"

Jamie took a deep breath, and you could see the effort it took for him to compose himself. "It's okay," he finally replied, though the strain in his voice betrayed the words. "I just... miss the way things used to be."

His vulnerability hung in the air, and you felt a pang of empathy. The unexpected move to Philadelphia had disrupted not only his career but also the familiar life you both had in California. You reached across the table, gently placing your hand over his. "I miss it too, Jamie. But we'll make new memories here. It just takes time."

He sighed and pulled his hand away from yours, your chest squeezing in hurt. He took the fork and continued to eat, choosing to stay silent. You didn't know why he was being so distant, so cold. You hated it but you couldn't resent him for it, you knew it wasn't his fault. That still didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

The room seemed to shrink with the silence, the only sound was the clinking of cutlery against the plate. The unspoken tension between you and Jamie hung heavy in the air and despite your attempt to offer comfort, he withdrew further into his thoughts. As he continued to eat in silence, you couldn't shake the ache in your chest. The distance, both physical and emotional, left you feeling like a spectator in Jamie's struggle, unable to bridge the gap that seemed to widen with each passing moment.

You had never had this problem with Jamie before, he communicated everything he felt so that it was easier for the both of you so this was new territory. What had changed? Why was he retreating into this new, silent version of himself? The questions lingered, unanswered, amplifying the sense of helplessness.

With a heavy sigh, you set your fork down, the clatter against the plate echoing the unease in the room. "Jamie," you began tentatively, your voice soft but carrying the weight of your concern. "I hate seeing you like this, I just want to help."

Jamie had finally slammed the fork down, looking up at you with agitated playing on his face. "You can't fucking help me, Y/N. Do you get that, is that simple enough for you? I can't breathe around you without you looking at me and trying to analyze it and help me. You look at me like I'm some kind of burden you need to carry, and I'm sick of it."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the raw emotion behind them stinging more than any physical blow. It was a side of Jamie you hadn't encountered before, and the harshness in his tone took you aback. There was silence as you both stared at each other and you saw the regret slowly seep into Jamie's expression.

You took a moment to collect yourself, swallowing the lump in your throat before finally speaking. "I never meant to make you feel like a burden. I just care about you, and seeing you struggle hurts. I thought we could face it together, like we always have."

He lowered his gaze, a visible conflict playing out in his eyes. The regret painted across his face was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed like he was grappling with the weight of his words. "I know I messed up," Jamie finally admitted, his voice softer now, remorse evident. "It's just... everything feels like too much right now, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, baby."

The pet name rolled off his tongue like honey as he spoke and you could see the old Jamie come back slowly as you gazed at him. You nodded, acknowledging the complexity of the emotions that had fueled his outburst.

"Everything will be easier if you just talk to me, Jamie." You paused, choosing your words carefully. "I want to understand, Jamie. I want to be there for you," you continued, your voice gentle but firm. "We can face whatever it is together. Just talk to me. Please."

He sighed, the conflict in his eyes softening. "I know, Y/N. I just... I'm not used to all of this. The move, the injury, it's like my whole world got turned upside down, and I don't know how to understand it."

You reached across the table, your hand finding his. "We'll figure it out together. You don't have to carry it all on your own. I hate seeing you hurt like this, baby."

He squeezed your hand, the warmth of the gesture was filled with gratitude. "I don't want to push you away, Y/N. I just... I've always been the one who had it all figured out, you know? But this, it's different. It's overwhelming."

"You don't have to have it all figured out, Jamie. We'll navigate through this together. It's okay not to be okay, you don't have to play the part because at the end of the day, you're just human."

He nodded, a mixture of emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm just scared of losing everything, of losing myself in all of this mess."

The weight of his fears hung in the air, and you leaned in, your thumb gently caressing his hand. "You won't lose yourself, Jamie. I'm here to help you find your way back. We'll take it one step at a time."

For a moment, he hesitated, the weight of vulnerability hanging in the air. Then, slowly, he began to open up. The words spilled out, frustration, fear, and the overwhelming pressure he felt. As he spoke, you listened, offering support.

After the conversation, you laid next to him in the bed, his head laying on your chest. The silence was comfortable as you both began to seep into sleep, enveloped in one another. Your fingers gently traced soothing patterns on his back as you held him close, your presence a reassurance that he wasn't alone ever.

The soft rhythm of his breathing matched the steady beat of your heart, as Jamie shifted slightly, his fingers finding yours in the darkness.

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[rapunzellovesbooks]

The way I just want to hug Luke Newton and apologize on behalf of the entire Polin fandom for the shit he had to go through over a f*** picture taken without his consent. Like, I get it was the crazies, but still. Being part of the Taylor Swift fandom and seeing how she disappeared for a damn year over a leaked video taken without her consent and taken out of context villainising her... I know it must have hurt. And we can say it was months ago and that he knows who his true fans are, but still, that stuff would affect anyone, specially someone as sensitive as he is. I usually mind my own business and do not ship real people, heck, I usually do not even go online and "protect" celebrities. I tend to just focus on the happy and celebrate the characters they play but something about that June 13th and the look on his face... it haunts me to this day. And I just feel very very bad for him still.

I am deeply aware of the fact that I know nothing about his life, not really. I only know about his feelings for Polin and Nicola, because he has spoken about them. I have access to the same amount of information as the rest of the world, the pictures and videos of their WT and behind the scenes, the interviews he has done. I do not know anyone in his life and I should not have to. Neither do I know Nicola. And hey, maybe it never happens. Maybe they are happy with someone else (I doubt it, but this is just a feeling I have) and their relationship remains unique and the millions of questions we have never get answered. My point is, I got into this fandom because seeing their bond brought me joy. I don´t think them having other people in their lives diminishes that, which is why the hate he got over one picture never sat right with me. I do not get how it affects someone´s viewing experience of a show. I do not understand why we are so focused on labelling people´s relationships, as if it is as easy as saying a pencil is pink or green. It makes me happy seeing their videos and waiting for crumbs. I have fun hoping that what I truly see as more than platonic feelings will come to fruition.

I write this because the world is in shambles right now. And the last thing anyone needs is to add more negativity to it. So, I hope that we can, in the Lukola fandom, be kind and focus on the good. I do not give a shit about paparazzi photos or whatever the "adjacents" or however you want to call them do. In fact, I have not once looked at A´s or JD´s SM, nor do I want to. They are human beings, but not the human beings I care about. Even if they are involved in Luke and Nic´s lives, I will never send them hate or bad mouth them. I have no idea what they are to them. All I know is what L and N have said about each other. And it has always been good. So, that is where I will be.

And, yes, I truly believe they will be together. And I will be happy with anything that suggests it so, cause this is supposed to be fun and joyful. I, unlike other people, do not label people as gf or bf UNLESS it comes directly from the people involved. And if anyone ever confirms or launches anything, I will still be here. Cause that is what shipping is. Not hate, not negativity, not putting other people down, not invading someone´s privacy, not thinking that a moment in time is forever (people break up all the time, there is no way to know if someone is still with someone if there was never a "launch" or whatever you want to call it).

It would make both Luke and Nicola sad to see that a connection that is supposed to bring people joy is putting people against each other. I know we were so well fed with content over so many months that now we hold onto every detail we have not dissected yet. I get it. I also miss them. But that is the way it is supposed to be. We are not supposed to know everything. We are just supposed to be grateful and happy for when something good related to them happens. That is all and that is my hope for this fandom.

Spread joy and leave the rest out of it. Spiralling only makes people dizzy. Let us "get some vision, bro" like Luke said.

Thank you for reading and, remember, be kind to one another.

[notsobravetoaster]

1 year anniversary on tumblr!!!!

How the time flies, am I right? Exactly a year ago, I decided to make this tumblr blog and made myself known as the "jd meme machine" (as I've been called). Since I like to go into emotional details, I'll keep it short this time: thank u to everyone in this wonderful community who has turned my life for the better, u guys are awesome and don't let anyone tell u otherwise.

What will the next year(s) bring? That I couldn't possibly tell u. If u could notice, there's a significant lack of memes as of recently. This is due to lack of lore, as I can't think of anything that wouldn't be just a retelling of my existing memes. I have also been more passionate about learning how to edit, so I focus on that (and u can watch my progress on ig and tiktok 😉shameless promo😉). But no matter what, I am not going anywhere, cause I made myself quite at home in this community.

Wish I had something more for this special occasion. Idk, u guys wanna ask me some questions??? Not jd related, could be anything to get to know me better (just don't be weird)

Once again, stay silly and keep being awesome

- Toast

[newtsgirl122]

01/28/2025

So Federal Aid to everything from the police to colleges and universities is on hold until further notice - originally supposed to take effect yesterday but it's only temporary. Now it will take effect on February 3rd. They want to make sure everything is following "Trump's policies, executive orders, and agenda in regard to DEI, woke gender ideology, transgenderism, and the Green New Deal"

So, I, a single mother in History, will probably be kicked from my program and denied funding for my education. Which just fuels my desire to learn more in the field of mechanics. But that should be my choice, not a forced second option.

I feel like I'm writing one of those letters in The Handmaid's Tale to be published for the rest of the world to hear.

What am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to care for my daughter if I am being pushed from a higher education and eventually the work force? JD Vance clearly wants women to be staying at home making babies for Mother America.

We have officially hit stage 7 of the 10 stages of genocide.

I am a 21-year-old who has only ever wanted a quiet, peaceful life on the countryside with a little farm and an army of cats, rabbits, a duck or two, and maybe a dog. To raise my daughter and make sure she has every opportunity I was denied. And now I wonder whether I can keep her safe. How long until they come to rip her from my arms?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone see what is going on?

What do I do?

I can't abandon my family! And as much as I hate the father of my child for abandoning us, I can't leave him to die either! He has disabilities! (I blame my Dad for that instinct to protect those who have hurt me. I can't bring myself to stoop to their level and allow them to suffer. No matter what they have done to me. My daughter is part him too, and a part of me will always love him. If something happens to him, I'll grieve for the rest of my life.)

My family has fought for a place where they can live their lives in peace since the Revolution. My Grandpa Joseph Roberts died in the Revolutionary War! That cause he died for is being trampled over by these disgusting Wanna-Be dictators! My Grandpa Schmid whose parents came here from Switzerland prior to WWII gave up his vows of pacifism to fight Nazis!

It's so hard not to spiral and panic. I have lived my life full of anxiety and fear and when one cause goes away (my mother), another takes its place, and this time it's a threat to everyone around me too.

I can't help but wonder if this is going to be what puts me in the ground. That I will be one that is killed because of this pure evil running my country. My home! Will my daughter die too? Will she be left behind? Will she be safe?

So much unknown...

So much dread and fear...

[cigsoutthewindoww]

the songs are fire, but here are things i don't like about the musical (LONG POST !!)

keep in mind, i like the west end version better, so it's the one i've rewatched more. i've only watched the broadway version once. and i've watched the movie a million times.

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1.) the characters are all watered down, or mischaracterized (i'm not giving too much detail because this will already be a long post, and i don't want it to become longer. this is just the basics, kinda)

in the movie, although being a mean cruel girl, a queen bee who loves the power she holds on people (along many other examples; she forces veronica to stay in the party –and more or less, tries to get her raped. not in a 'willingly causing her harm' way, but forcing her to accept the flirtings of an older man– , and doesn't make her think she might be forgiven if... after their argument), chandler is also a human. we can see it, for example, when she spits water to the mirror at the remington party. she feels more emotions than just pride and anger, she feels frustration, she feels sadness, she feels. also, she seems to appreciate her friendship with veronica (as we see in the pics in her locker) in the musical, she's just mean and a bitch for the sake of it. (I'M NOT SAYING CHANDLER WAS NICE IN THE MOVIE!!)

mcnamara in the musical is just her being dumb and made out to be an angel, when in reality, her actions were worse in the musical than in the movie (being the one who brings the piñata to humiliate martha, for example). she's just as mean as the other heathers, the difference is that she's redeemable. but that doesn't make her any better, she bullied people too. she was a heather.

you could argue if duke ever had a personality to begin with, but in the musical she sure doesn't. she's just chandler's puppy. also! they make her way meaner/more of a bitch than chandler ever was, when in the movie it wasn't like that (i know she explicity says that she prayed for chandler's death, but her attitude towards veronica, mcnamara and other people isn't as cruel in the movie). she was a "mega-bitch" in the movie, but in the musical she's much more passive-aggressive and she's willing to become red since the story starts. movie!duke does it because she's given the opportunity, not because she was planning to replace chandler since the start.

veronica has a grey morality in the movie, but in the musical she's softer and more light-hearted (she's much more aware her actions are wrong, she doesn't shoot kurt (and feels bad for them being dead, rather than feeling remorse for killing them), she goes to chandler's house to apologize rather than taking revenge, she doesn't bring a gun fight jd, doesn't threaten to kill him, and the shot was accidental (while in the movie she shoots his finger off on purpose), and she doesn't self harm), and she's like 'weaker' and has low self-esteem, in "fight for me", she fantasizes about jd protecting her (and in the movie, she likes him bc he's a bad guy and brings a bit of excitement to her monotone life as a heather). in the movie, she's apathetic to being apart of the heathers, but in the musical, they "save her" from being a nobody. in the movie, before the heathers, she was a regular person rather than being bullied and a nobody.

jd in the movie feels less remorse (if he feels any), he's more cynical, manipulative and toxic towards veronica and others. he sa'd veronica twice (his house and the boiler room), and you could ever doubt if movie!jd even loved her to begin with. the most important change for me, is his relationship with his dad. in the movie it seems to be a little stained but bud is not an abuser, they don't really talk (and when they do, for some reasons they switch roles). when veronica asks if he likes his dad, he answers; "never given the matter much thought." but (in the west-end version, bc in broadway he's just a bumbling drunk) he is abusive. he tells jd that there's a lot of pretty woman and he can make himself another son whenever he wants, and forces him to do some favours related to his job. in all versions, his mother committed suicide in front of him, and of course that troubled him a lot, but in the movie their point is "people just be like that" while in the musical they try to justify jd's actions by being a victim of abuse (evil isn't born, it's made). and that doesn't even work, bc of course, you can be traumatized all you want, but dawg wanted to blow up a school???? also, thing i forgot, in the movie he shoots (with fake bullets, fr this time) kurt and ram, while in the musical he beats their asses in "fight for me". i don't know if that changes anything, besides making jd a bit "better" or idk, not so insane.

2.) most of the changes they make don't work

replacing betty finn with martha is one of their worst mistakes. martha works better if she has no one to give a shit about her. her and veronica "being best friends since diapers" doesn't sit right with me. her whole point is being bullied and having no one to rely on. (also, like i said, this makes veronica a nobody before the heathers, while she was apart of the regular crowd being friends with betty) giving martha protagonism is missing her point. "big fun vs remington party." in big fun (musical), veronica enjoys herself. in the movie, she's kind of forced to go to the party by chandler, she gets harassed by an older man, and when she feels sick, she's forced to stay. it's not something she likes. another point about the remington party: chandler did not only get harassed, she straight up got raped. david (if that's his name...? i forgor) drugged her (and it's pretty much obvious what happened next, also next time we see her she's making out with him), but in the musical that didn't even happened, and instead, it's ram harassing duke.

duke gets the red scrunchie before jd and veronica broke up, and before jd spoke (and blackmailed) her. which is like... ??? the point is that she wasn't like, a mega-bitch before jd blackmailed her, she just took some of chandler's accessories. but jd giving her the scrunchie, is giving her power. it's his plan that she uses the power she got to get everyone to sign the "petition."

like i already said, making jd an abuse victim was unnecessary/doesn't work. i already gave my arguments so i don't see the point of copy-pasting my reasons lol.

they try to make ram and kurt redeemable, (veronica's "they were just seventeen, bla bla bla"). like, no, rapists are not redeemable. if they were like that at 17,, it's most likely they won't get better. if anything, they'll get worse. next question.

i have more serious points, probably, but my mind is not working rn so i forgot them or idk. if i remember more points, i'll add them or make a part 2. thanks for reading (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

──────────────── ୨୧ ──────────────── plus: details that don't necessary make me mad, but felt worth adding

1.) mcnamara's and martha's suicide attempts are switched. (in the movie, martha attempts first and duke goes to veronica's to tell her. then they listen to the radio, and mcnamara is talking about her problems. next morning, she attempts in the school bathroom. in the musical, mcnamara attempts after "shine a light", and martha does after veronica tells her the truth about the note)

2.) in the movie, they wanted to use 7-eleven. but the company didn't let them. so, instead, they created their own "snappy shack snack". in the musical, they do use 7-11. another change regards this, is the question jd asks veronica. movie: "you're gonna pull a super chug with that?" "no, if you're nice, i'll let you buy me a slushie". and in the musical, i'm pretty sure he asks if she wants a slushie, and she replies saying she wants a big gulp.

3.) in the movie, is jd who breaks into veronica's house to play "a match of strip croquet". in the musical, is veronica who breaks into jd's, and it's when "dead girl walking" takes place.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Dr. Seuss 1941 Political Cartoon

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DILBERT'S "ABSOLUTE, UTTER DISASTER." UPDATED

TCinLA

Feb 28, 2025

What can be said, other than there truly is no bottom with this traitor?

This whole moment was a set up by Dilbert to give him reason to stab Ukraine in the back.

It took about 5 minutes of that shitshow to see the whole meeting with Zelenskyy with Russian state media present in the Oval Office was done with the intention of humiliating Zelenskyy. However, given that Dilbert and Corporal Couchfucker don’t have a single digit positive number IQ between the two of them combined, the opposite outcome occurred when they made their pathetic attempt at bullying Zelenskyy, who walked out of the Oval Office with more support by Americans than the two clodhoppers will ever have. Even Trumpers were embarrassed by this shitshow.

Zelenskyy’s attempt to explain to the Dildo Brothers that diplomacy with Putin won’t work because the Russian leader doesn’t keep his word was heard by the country: “ In 2019, I signed with him the deal. I signed with him, Macron, and Merkel. We signed ceasefire. Ceasefire. All of them told me that he will never go. We signed him gas contract. Gas contract. Yes. But after that, he broken the ceasefire. He killed our people, and he didn't exchange prisoners. We signed the exchange of prisoners, but he didn't do it.What kind of diplomacy, JD, you are speaking about What? What you, what you, what do you mean?”

Corporal Couchfucker, who has done nothing since Enshittification Day but show his worthless vacuity, could respond with nothing but pathetic rhetoric and left him covered in his own shit. “But if you know Mr. President, Mr. President, with respect, I think it's disrespectful for you to come into the Oval Office to try to litigate this in front of the American media. Right now you guys are going around and forcing conscripts to the front lines because you have manpower problems. You should be thanking the President for trying to bring an end to this conflict.” Every word that came out of his mouth was a pathetic lie. For a white trash shitbird like Vance to lecture anyone about “disrespectful behavior” demonstrates that Irony isn’t dead - she jumped in a rocket and left the planet.

In response, Zelenskyy asked Vance if he had been to Ukraine. Vance said no, but he has “seen reports.” When Zelenskyy said that someday in the future the United States will know what Ukraine is experiencing, Dilbert exploded in a tantrum of denial and delusion: “ Don't tell us what we're gonna feel! We're trying to solve a problem. Don't tell us what we're gonna feel. Because you're in no position to dictate that. Remember this. You're in no position to dictate what we're gonna feel. We're gonna feel very good. We're gonna feel very good and very strong. You're right now not in a very good position. You've allowed yourself to be in a very bad position, and he happens to be right about it. You're not in a good position. You don't have the cards right now. With us, you start having cars. Right now, you don't have, you're playing cards. You're playing cards. You're gambling with the lives of millions of people. You're gambling with World War III. You're gambling with World War III. And what you're doing is very disrespectful to the country, this country.”

With that, Dilbert demonstrated his complete loss of self-control as he descended into a parody of himself throughout that monologue.

All I could think of listening to the senile old traitor was what John Kelly said: “I never met a more determined ignoramus in my life.”

I wanted to throw up in his face, listening to the stooge Corporal Couchfuck telling Zelenskky to tell Dilbert thank you and be grateful to Dilbert, while the old shitbird demonstrated his complete loss of cognitive control when he started ranting about Joe Biden and repeating Putin’s talking points.

Today was Day 37 of Maladministration II, and Dilbert has managed in that time to make his top priorities clear: the destruction of the American government and our international influence, to preserve that of Russia. Any doubt that “Krasnov” is indeed a Russian long-term asset was destroyed this morning.

Dilbert’s unleashing of Elmo and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Dimwits on the federal government, his menacing of Canada and our European allies, his public embrace of Putin’s wish list for Ukraine and Europe, are all strategic elements of a plan to destroy this country as the democracy it has been for 240 years. As my historian friend pointed out last week, “All the goodwill created since 1918, pissed away in less than a month.”

Dilbert demonstrated his ignorance and stupidity by holding this Oval Office meeting in front of the cameras. He and Corporal Couchfuck ripped off their masks in front of every American who watched, and all those who will see the highlights of the sad performatoive mendacity on the news shows for the rest of the day, followed up over the weekend in the interview shows where they’ll send their stooges to try and repair the unrepairable. This is the kind of fuckup that it is impossible to unfuck. The two scumballs revealed to Americans and to our allies their complete obeisance to the Russian dictator. The truth is ugly, but they’ve forced all of us, and the rest of the world, to face it.

This staged event gave the lie to any claim that Maladministration II’s policy is driven by any strategic effort to advance the interests of the United States. There was no effort here to make a case for American interests, because these two ignoramuses have no clue what those interests are. Dilbert’s Stooge complained Zelensky had traveled to Pennsylvania to thank U.S. ammunition workers where the appearance amounted to campaigning for the Democratic presidential ticket. Dilbert continued to lose whatever marbles he once had as he ranted, “Let me tell you, Putin went through a hell of a lot with me. He went through a phony witch hunt where they used him and Russia, Russia, Russia.”

America saw today what New York City saw long ago when the decision was made that the glass door Dilbert had his nose pressed against would never be opened to such a low scum as he is, that he would never be allowed into civilized society.

The two traitors showed our allies something they needed to know: The international security system of the West is led by two traitors who sympathize deeply with the most aggressive dictator on the planet.

We now know what it looks like to see the alleged Leader of the Free World blurt out on national television his hatred of our allies, his rejection of the treaties that have defined international life in the West for the past 75 years, his choice to make a dedicated foreign adversary a personal friend.

After this morning, it’s easy to imagine the president of Estonia or Moldova or Lithuania or the president of Taiwan being in Zelenskyy’s place, berated by a pair of treasonous morons. It’s not hard to see the leaders of Germany and Japan confronted by the faithless men who hold our highest offices, to say nothing of the leaders of our traditional Allies.

Americans were forced this morning to bear witness to the self-sabotage of the United States. It is now clear that “America First” was always about creating America Alone, the result being a predatory America that voted with the world’s enemies at the United Nations against Ukraine, siding with the Russian and Chinese dictatorships against all our previous democratic allies.

This is what America is being turned into by those who have no understanding whatsoever of the meaning of the word “patriot” they throw around to describe themselves. They are the America that prefers the murderous dictator Putin to the democrat Zelenskyy.

We are now forced to reckon with the mess the two traitors Trump and Vance have made of our once-good name, how they have turned us into one of the Bad Guys.

Dilbert likes and admires bad people because he is a bad person. As demonstrated by the 34 felonies he stands convicted of. Vance is nothing but a more obvious example of the vacuous emptiness of too many Americans of whom we should have been able to expect better. Today he executed his personal demonstration of having completely crossed over to the dark side of Peter Thiel and Elon Musk, where he now exists beyond any hope he could revert and redeem himself. However shallow are Trump’s and Vance’s motives, the consequences of what they are doing are profound.

In Maladministration I, Dilbert was a rogue actor who expressed strange and disquieting opinions, but he was constrained in his actions by cabinet secretaries who were mostly normal, responsible people who contained the many abnormal appointees. This time, he has surrounded himself by mental and moral midgets who demonstrated yesterday they can do nothing but sit and gape at the performance of an opportunistic takeover artist as they debase whatever humanity they might have possessed with their performative acceptance of the monster who put them in those cabinet seats. Senator Graham may exclaim today that what he saw take place in the Oval Office was a “disaster,” but tomorrow he and the rest of the spineless scum in the Senate and the ignoramus loonies in the House of Representatives will continue to “drop ‘em and spread ‘em” for the monster they privately admit is indeed a monster.

The pro-treason party exposed itself to the world this morning in the Oval Office. No one who saw the face that was visible when the mask was ripped off is going to forget that grotesquerie.

Putin supported Dilbert’s return in order to get America to abandon Ukraine, to lift the sanctions on Russia that are strangling him, to create divisions within NATO leading to its self-destruction, and to remove Ukraine’s defenses before democratic Europe could organized a defense.

As was demonstrated in Dilbert’s talentless performance, that is exactly what his goals are.

Dilbert has no diplomatic skills or tools. He is nothing more than a playground bully and when he gets a bloody nose from someone who refuses to be afraid of him, when his bullying doesn't work, he erupts in frustration and demonstrates his complete inadequacy.

Instead of looking strong on the world stage, Dilbert revealed his weakness.

Couch Couchfucker revealed he has no political future outside of being stooge to Dilbert’s incompetent moron.

The two of them humiliated themselves and the rest of us. They made the United States of America - the country the three Cleaver brothers and so many others risked their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor through 250 years to build and protect - to look stupid and brutish and weak simultaneously.

The two traitors harmed America’s global image in a way it will take a very long time to repair.

President Zelenskky walked out of the Oval Office with even more sympathy from the world.

Dilbert showed clearly that he is a failure and an embarrassment. He will never ever measure up.

If anything is to be done to repair this damage, it is up to we Americans to save ourselves from these traitors and scum.

UPDATE:

Washington Post is reporting that after the meeting Trump is considering ending all ongoing shipments of military aid to Ukraine, according to a White House official. That is billions of dollars of radars, vehicles, ammunition and missiles awaiting shipment to Ukraine that was previously approved by Biden. This was the result they were planning to do and the reason why they ambushed President Zelenskyy. Trump has completely sold out to Putin. “Krasnov” is demonstrating he is a reliable traitor.

The EU Foreign Policy Chief issued a statement from Brussels that the bloc will increase aid to Ukraine to make up for any shortcomings from the US commitments, and said that the free world will no longer look to the US as their leader.

We can expect Trump to withdraw from NATO sooner rather than later now.

[runningfrom2am]

Can we get a blurb where an accident happens on set and drew has to do cpr on reader who he’s been secretly dating for a while?

thank you for this request omg!! and i thought this was so perfect to post for drews birthday :') i miss him

wrong place, right time - d.s.

pairing: drew x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

tags/warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, injury but not violence, idk no one dies and its not very descript so its p safe

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them!)

nav/masterlists

Drew is watching from behind the cameras as you film a scene he's not meant to be in just yet, sitting against a wall on the top deck of what will eventually be known to the audience as The Coastal Venture.

It's been a fun day as far as filming goes, but very long. He's tired, and he can see that you are tired too. He sips on his third cup of coffee, watching you film your scene. Right now, you're helping Cleo pull the cross which is hanging from the crane.

You're looking over your shoulder, camera's zoomed in close on you while you're supposed to be keeping an eye out for Rafe. Standing guard for who is meant to be your on-screen boyfriend, anxious about the act of betraying him. If Drew didn't know better, he'd believe your expressions. You're incredibly talented, and every chance he gets he'll watch you film your scenes. He can only do that so often, though, without it drawing any suspicion. After all, your relationship was kept only between the two of you for now.

Drew watches as you're given your queue that Rafe will enter, and you turn fully. He'll be filming that scene after his break, so he starts to pack up his snack and downs the rest of his coffee. He's distracted when he hears a loud crack, followed by gasps and a loud thump. His head quickly turns, and you're laying on the ground, the cross on its crane swinging above you as chaos breaks out on the ship.

The fake cross wasn't particularly heavy, but with the wind picking up and it's height dropping due to someone in the crane messing with the controls at just the wrong moment, it ended up swinging right into the back of your head.

"Y/N!" Drew can't hear a single other thing anyone is shouting as he's shoving past crew members to get to you laying on the deck. "Y/N? Hey! Talk to me!" He calls out, turning you onto your back and grabbing your face in his hands. You're out cold, that's clear.

"Shit... shit! Okay, uhm..." He's talking to himself now, leaning down to press his ear to your chest. Listening desperately through the commotion to try and hear a heartbeat but he can't make one out, and he has no hope of finding a pulse on your neck or wrist with such shaky hands.

"Okay, come on Baby, wake up." Drew mutters, consequences be damned as he's quickly rolling up his sleeves. He places his hands on your chest, taking a breath before pumping as much of his strength as he can into you, over and over again, hoping to bring you back to life.

He pauses, leaning down again to try and hear if you're breathing with his ear to your lips. Again, nothing. "Come on, Love, you've got to wake up." He mumbles, going back to compressing your chest. Just a few seconds at a time, before leaning over again and pressing his lips to yours, blocking your nose to try and breathe the life back into your lungs. Just a few times. Just four times and then back to your chest.

The cast is ushered away from reach of the swinging cross which is now being hoisted up and out of reach, leaving them all huddled together behind the commotion. "Is she okay?" Madelyn asks, hands clasped to her chest.

"She's gonna be fine." Chase replies, chewing the inside of his cheek. "She's fine."

"Did you guys hear it? I could hear it." Rudy whispers, voice shaking as he's wrapped in a towel from the plunge he just took into the ocean filming his own scene. "It was like... this awful crack. No way she hasn't broken something."

"Dude, shut up." JD says, shaking his head as they all try and see what's happening. More than a few tears have fallen between them, shock wearing off as they realize the gravity of the situation. You still haven't woken up.

People are yelling at Drew but it all sounds so different- his tunnel vision is on you, ignoring even the tears rolling down his own cheeks as he keeps repeating the cycle. Ten pushes on your chest, five breaths. Is he doing it right? He doesn't even know.

"Baby, come on, wake up... You have to wake up..." He says, hoping by some miracle that you'll hear him. Where the hell are the paramedics?

Just as the panic is fully starting to set in, exhaustion nowhere in sight, you gasp, lifting your arm slightly to try and grab your boyfriends attention. The stabbing pain coming from seemingly everywhere in your head was keeping you from speaking, just allowing you to squint your eyes shut as your hand hits his forearm.

"Y/N/N? Hey, you're okay... I'm right here." Drew says, finally being able to breathe as he gently pushes your hair out of your forehead.

Just then, since it didn't take them long enough, the on-site paramedics reach your side, joining Drew as he kneels next to you.

You can't even open your eyes as they're wrapping your head, putting something in your arm, and moving you over to what you assume is some kind of body board. Drew holds your hand the whole way, and by now, realization has dawned on not only the rest of the cast, but the crew as well.

"Are they together?" Carlacia asks, watching as Drew clings to your hand on the stretcher as you're moved. "Did I miss something?"

"No." Madison answers, shaking her head. "You didn't miss anything. I didn't think they were, I knew they hooked up once ages ago but that's not really how you treat a hookup, is it?"

"They hooked up?" Chase chimes in, tearing his gaze from you as this new information dawns on him.

"How is that relevant right now? She's dying!" Madelyn spits, eyes blotchy and red. "If you didn't know you weren't meant to know so don't talk."

"Good girl, you're doing so well..." Drew mutters to you, pressing a hand to your cheek as they move you. "You've gotta stay with me here. Can you open your eyes? Can you try?" You just groan, the light from the sun beating down on you too intense to open them more than a sliver before you black out again.

You wake up in the hospital, head pounding. Your whole body aches, you only know where you are because of the bright fluorescents and the sterile smell. Blinking your eyes open slowly, trying to adjust to your new environment.

"Y/N/N? Hey, are you waking up?" Drew is there. Of course he's there, and he's quickly standing up and once again pushing your hair away from your face. It really wasn't in your face anyways, he's spent the last six hours being so finicky with everything in your room that there was no chance of a limb remaining untucked or a hair being out of place. He had nothing better to do than distract himself, waiting for you to wake.

"Hi." You mumble, trying to sit up.

"Woah, wait, lay down. Just relax, okay Love? I'll get the doctor. I'll be back." He promises, dropping your hand to leave.

"Wait, wait..." You call out weakly. He's quick to stop and look at you again. "I'm okay. Just, can you stay for a minute?"

Drew nods, returning to your side. You just need a minute before you're bombarded with doctors, and possibly people with questions. You didn't want to face the world, for now, you just wanted to face him.

"What happened..?" You ask after a moment of him staring at you like you were about to evaporate into dust.

"Uh..." Drew clears his throat, giving a slight shake of his head as he rubs his chin. "There was an accident. You got hit in the head, it wasn't your fault."

"Where are we?"

"Duke."

"Am I... Am I okay?" Hesitation is dropping from your voice and he nods, squeezing your hand in between his before lifting it gently to kiss your knuckles.

"Just a concussion, bruised ribs. Luckily no breaks. The concussion is serious, though, from what they can tell. They're gonna keep you, I think. The doctor will have more answers than me." Drew explains. "Can I grab them for you?"

You shake your head slowly, weary of the pain already pulsing through your skull. "No. I just want another minute with you. Before everything is real again."

Drew nods again. "Of course. I just-" He sighs, dropping his head. "Thank god you're okay. You scared me so bad." He laughs slightly. "I just about passed out over you."

You smile, avoiding the urge to laugh. "Must've been a sight. Wish I could have seen it."

"I wish no one had to." Drew chuckles, rubbing his eyes. "By the way, bad time to tell you this, but I may have outed us; at least to the cast and crew. Legal will probably be calling."

"God, Drew. I'm so disappointed." You tease before quickly reassuring him. "It's fine, it doesn't matter."

"As long as you're alive," He agrees. "I couldn't care about anything else less."

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[ii-darkfic-confessions]

Mepad darkfic woohoo??!? Pretty inspired by heathers the musical

Mepad, as much as he tries to help the contestants a lot of the time his efforts are just futile. He has a bit of a struggle trying to be an unlicensed therapist until,, taco kidnaps him yayay

This is where he sees how bad it's really getting (during truth or flare) . Everyone hates each other and themselves, everyone is close to the edge for that damn million, they disregard their own safety. This truly is insanity.

Mepad thinks that if he ends all the conflicts everyone will be free. Taking everyone out. First, Taco and Mepad find a way to disable Mephones regen (I dunno how) or just take him out. They then go for the current contestants. The sooner it's over for them, the better.

Soon they move to the hotel. Whenever Taco starts to question things she'd be met with "Taco, trust me." Or "It is too late to turn back now." So she stays. This carries on until Mepad finds a quicker solution. Bombs.

They presumably steal stuff from hotel oj while everyone else is panicking. Build the explosive that connects to the boiler room. (Heh..heathers ref)

Last second, Taco has a change of heart and steals the bomb. She brings it in front of hotel oj and with no way to turn it off decides to her own life for all the lives she already took. Mepad comes running up after her. This is where a split happens

1 . Mepad convinces Taco to give him the bomb, also tarnished by guilt

2 . Taco refuses and dies

3 . The bomb gets chucked into the lake and they both live with the guilt and have to confront the contestants

Can't decide bru

-🦄🐋

Heathers is a classic. I never thought I'd see Taco and MePad in Veronica and JD's roles, but I believe it could be an interesting story.

[helplessautomaton]

"Sweet Tooth"

-WC 1700

finally! a JD fic and a fic i managed to pull through and finish within a day, enjoy! based off of 1989 but i suppose that doesnt matter

TWS: murder, yandere overall, reader gets a bruise, ehhh i think thats it continue on

~

A soft blow of smoke escapes your mouth, thinning out into the midnight sky above. The soft blue of the night gently painting your backyard into something more beautiful than during the day. Wind subtly brushing past your hair and clothing. Finally crushing the used up cigarette before going back inside your house, checking the late time, still deciding to head out for something sweet. The walk towards your nearest convenience store wasn't all that far, the wind only proving bothersome during trips. The flashing blue light of the open sign was a warm welcome, opening up the door and heading inside without any trouble. You grabbed a random assortment of sweet treats ending it off with an empty slushie cup within your hands. It was half full before your head perked up at the sudden voice directed towards you. “It appears someone has a sweet tooth at this hour.”

Your eye stays on him, taking in all his figure has to offer before properly responding to his words. “It’s all I need to keep me satisfied.” 

You’ve barely known JD, his presence in your life just only appearing suddenly in the middle of the school year. You’re sure he has some classes shared with you but your head’s too foggy to even attempt to recollect. “You planning to share?” JD’s eyes look down at the bundle of snacks next to the slushie machine as you’re fiddling with putting the cap on your beloved slushie flavor. You weren't planning to have company or to let alone share the snacks you were about to buy. “Only if you pay for them then maybe I'll let you.”

Even though your time with JD has been limited, he's managed to grow on you within a span of two weeks, giving a feeling of a longer time spent. He let out a soft chuckle, gently shaking his head before also getting a slushie cup to fill. You weren't being serious on your claim but seeing as you were walking out alongside him, it would be fine to share a little after all. His bike shined with the blue light of the sign, showing both of your guys' reflection picture perfectly. The wind got colder since you left your house, paired with the sweet drink in your hand you couldn't help but shiver. A smirk graced his face while he walked to his bike. “Let's get you home before you freeze to death.”

A sigh could only escape you, but hesitantly walked towards him, almost too willing to ride with him. “I take it you haven't rode a bike before?”

You took a sip before responding, deciding if you want to make your words clear or vague. “I don't know, I trust you’re a good driver but we’ve only known each other for two weeks.”  His eyes never leave you nor does his smirk plastered on his face. “Oh come on, you acted like you knew me for a whole year after one week, you can trust me here.” Quietly you gave in, making it over to the bike quickly due to the wind picking up just a little causing you to shiver more than you’d like. 

Finally you get to your house, you thank him and welcome him in as you head up to your room. Draping yourself in your top bed sheet cover to make you warmer faster. opening up a bag of candy, you share one to him as he sits down on your bed continuing to stare. “I haven't had company over in a long time so feel free to take control.”

JD looks over your room to get a better look at everything, noting the countless papers stacked and thrown around on your desk. The TV facing directly at the bed, movie VHS’s splayed out on the floor and the little cave under the tv space. He made the hours go by in what felt like minutes, kissing your cheek as he prepared to leave, everything down to your bones wanted him to stay but the night was dead. You only had 8 hours left until you had to get ready for the next day. You chose to bring the leftover snacks along with you into school, only having the desire to share them with JD. While there's little doubt in you, you realize he's the only one that feels like he truly cares for you, you don't even know if that's true but words speak louder than actions for now. You chilled with the feeling of getting antsy, it was 3rd period and JD was still a no-show, you guessed he shared classes with you later on in the day. 4th period came and you decided to ditch, not entertaining the idea of your history class for today. Thankfully you learned how to sneak by without getting noticed and it was useful for more than eating snacks when you weren't supposed to. The library was your makeshift safe space and it was the best spot you get away with ditching everytime the history classroom got too suffocating for you. The last history partner assigned to you, grabbed your wrist way too hard, almost spraining it. That happened Tuesday and you just didn't feel like getting a repeated offense, the bruise was hideable but sometimes forgettable as you’d be too focused on other things. Too bad the cuffs of your shirt couldn't hide it without falling down when you were reading something. “Was class too boring this time around?”

Your body jumped up in surprise, your hold on the book almost faltering, looking up quickly at the familiar sudden voice. “How did you know I was here?”

It was the only words you could come up with, not expecting anyone to call a nobody out for skipping class that wasn't a teacher. “Well where else do you go that isn't the bathroom to get away in this place?”

JD’s voice spoke up with playful teasing as he sat next to you, looking over, first at your face, then second at your hand with the book almost falling out of your grasp. You notice the tension filling in quick, brushing it off as the rush cooling off, while your nerves stutter to properly calm down. Shaking your head you offer up some of the candy bites still within your coats pocket, to which he takes without issue and a grin. “So, uh, what happened to your wrist there?” 

Your eyes stare up at JD before quickly looking down at the floor. “Oh, nothing major just.. Wasn't being careful”

“No, what's the real reason?” 

Being well aware trying to get out of telling him the real reason would be futile, you muttered the real reason, “A jackass just grabbed my wrist too hard, it still hurts but I won't die.”

Silence laced between you two, shifting on your seat to attempt to make yourself comfortable while refusing to meet JD’s eyes. Your hand rested on your cheek to hold your head while JD sighed and got a little closer to you, scooting his chair with little sound. “I’ll make them pay, don't you worry darling.”

“I don't know JD, it wasn't on purpose, it's fine.”

You were trying to argue your way out of this and not start a confrontation. JD got up and offered his hand for you to get up. “Come on, let's go get a slushie.”

-

Skipping the rest of the school day was not a usual thing for you to do, you only committed the tiny crime of one class period of skipping. A stubborn feeling of nervousness rested within your stomach, refusing to go down unlike the drink in your hand. You were in your room, chin resting upon your arm staring off to who knows where while JD made simple sweet talk to keep you from completely ignoring him. JD was moving papers along your desk, looking at them carefully while his eyebrows were scrunched up in focus. Finally he spilled out the name of the exact classmate who injured your wrist by “mistake”. Your eyes trailed up to his face, a sigh left you but you continued to stare until you got the words in your head, “why are you taking this so seriously? Going through my past schoolwork to find a guy who I'll probably never meet again?”

JD gave out a snicker in response, “I'm only going to confront him, that ugly paint on your wrist wasn't there Monday but it definitely showed up this week.”

You didn't have the property energy to convince him otherwise nor did you feel you had a proper explanation as to why he shouldn't. Deciding to humor him you didn't say a single word after.

The smell of gore in your nostrils was not what you wanted on a sunday evening, nor the smoke of a recently shot bullet. Both smells combined making your brain short circuit and your legs feel crumbly. The guy whose crime was grabbing you too hard by accident was splayed across the open field next to a lake, the only sound you could trust in was your stunned breaths along with the birds up above flapping wings in fear. JD stood there, putting his gun away along with haphazardly placing the note he crafted next to the expiring corpse that lay in front of the both of you. Your eyes couldn't help but look everywhere, not knowing what to do, your knees hit the turf below hard enough to scrape. JD lit a cigarette and walked over to you helping you up and guiding you away from the murder he made you watch at his everything but clean hands. His smile was clear, giddy with excitement while you guys made it back along his ever knowing bike parked away. 

The candy in your throat felt like all of it was ash as JD rocked you back and forth in your bed, whispering every prayer dedicated to you under the sun. ending it off with a big hug before looking at you, forcefully grabbing your chin to make you look up at  him.

“What did I tell you darling? Our love is god.”