F O X And B E A R

F O X and B E A R

(Yes I am still spreading my Jake-fox propaganda because I am literally right.)

I’m making another delusional TMF S2 prediction: I think he’s touch-starved. (Slightly)

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I refuse to believe this boy’s parents are ever present in his life. And the only characters we see Drew actually close with are Jake and Zoey. With Jake, Drew’s almost always the one who initiates, but with Zoey it seems pretty even, considering the photos in Zoey’s locker + bedroom. (But then from episode 6 onward they really don’t seem all that lovey.)

I don’t really see him having this relationship with Henry or Liam either, since I think he’s aware of how close they are to each other, and therefore feels more like a third wheel than anything. I also just can’t imagine Drew leaning his arm on either one of them like he does with Jake. (Yet I’m still obsessed with Driam but that’s a WHOLE other topic-) Anyways, this is all to say that the only people Drew’s really close to is Jake and Zoey.

But what about when he goes home? What about the times where he can’t see them? Combine this loneliness with his codependency and crippling abandonment issues and you get a beautiful recipe for misery.

Now I feel like a small part of him genuinely does want to be close with others, but at the same time he finds the feeling uncomfortable. And I can’t imagine him ever confronting this desire anyways because ‘men don’t need affection’ or something stupid I feel like Drew would tell himself that. (Hands fit together for a REASON.) Anyways, it all depends on the day and the person I suppose. He wants it, but doesn’t, and doesn’t want to ask, so instead he kinda just finds more subtle ways to initiate touch. (THE ARM THING THE ARM-)

But I just want to paint a scenario: Drew being hugged. (By one of the aforementioned blondes specifically.) (No I didn’t write this whole post just for this wymmm???)

And just, the way his nails would dig softly into their back. The way he’d hold onto them longer than he knew he should. The way his fingers would linger as the other pulled away. The shakiness of his breath, the word ‘stay’ on the very tip of his tongue.

He wouldn’t understand it. He wouldn’t understand the feeling in his chest, and why he craved it so desperately. And I feel like this subconscious desire for touch would manifest in smaller ways. Such as folding his hands together, or sleeping with something in his arms every night. The silent loneliness he feels constantly yet the inability to speak about it…

Sorry this was all over the place and Im extremely delusional someone send help please.

🧡🍂Luke Headcanons🍂🧡

Because him and Zander are my favorite Music Club members (besides Jake) and I feel Luke is incredibly underrated. I get he doesn’t have much to his character compared to the others, but I personally find his character really sweet and comforting. I just wish we had a little more, so I wrote these.

🧡Luke has either already taken a culinary class, or is currently taking one.

🧡Similar to Sean, Luke can also do the cooking and the cleaning.

🧡Prefers baking over cooking. Knows everyone’s favorite desserts and does his best to make them often.

🧡Tends to make hot chocolate for the Music Club during winter.

🧡Always has a stash of Reeses candies.

🧡Luke is probably known for having a terrible spice tolerance.

🧡Has younger siblings. (Specifically, younger sisters. This is less of a headcanon and more of a prediction. He just gives off older brother energy.)

🧡Tends to personify inanimate objects. (Like his drums.)

🧡The best at remembering birthdays.

🧡Known for having stupidly good luck.

🧡Loves watching romance movies. (And will watch them with Jake and cry.)

🧡Sean has taught Luke some cool broom tricks.

🧡A bit of a pushover. Always trying to make those around him happy, even at his own expense. (Zander is working with him on telling people ‘no’.)

🧡Will send Zander the cheesiest ‘Good Morning’ messages.

🧡Uses the pleading eyes emoji way too often when texting.

🧡Always getting Zander little gifts. (From little trinkets to giant plushies he won in claw machines.)

🧡Will give Zander little love-bites randomly when they’re in private. (Zander was flustered the first few times it happened, but got pretty used to it.)

🧡Gets the dumbest grin on his face whenever Zander’s in a room.

🧡Has been begging Zander to write a duet with him.

🧡Golden Retriever Boyfriend.

🧡Tries to avoid venting to Zander in case it pushes him away. (This is not the case. Zander actively tells Luke to talk to him if he’s stressed. Luke tells himself it’s okay to vent to Zander. Luke’s intrusive thoughts tell him otherwise.)

🧡Can get overwhelmed a little easily due to academic or social pressure.

🧡Has high grades, but still wonders if he could do better. (He often holds himself to very high standards.)

🧡Cuddles with Zander is enough to ease like 60% of his worries.

🖤Drew Sickfic💛

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Synopsis: Despite waking up feeling feverish, Drew forces himself to attend school.

A/N: I don’t really have a better name for this fic, but it’s one of my favorites so-

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"Wow, you look like hell."

Drew sighed as opened his locker, ignoring Henry's comment regarding his appearance. He barely took any time to get ready that morning, only throwing on his hoodie and jeans before leaving for school. His hair was no doubt a mess, and the bags under his eyes were likely obvious. Not to mention the mask on his face being a complete giveaway to his current condition.

"You good, dude?" Liam asked, and Drew threw his bag into his locker before turning to face them.

"'Fine," He answered, leaning against his locker for support. "Just tired."

"You look ill," Henry commented. He reached over and placed his hand against Drew's forehead, only for Drew to swat him away. "Jeez, dude! You're burning up!" He exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Drew.

"I know."

"Why didn't you just stay home?" Liam questioned, and Drew simply shrugged.

“I mean, it’s not-” Drew paused, quickly turning to cough into his sleeve. “It’s not that bad.” Liam frowned.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to attend class like this?” His voice was softer than usual, and it gave Drew an odd feeling in his stomach. He opened his mouth to answer, only to have a familiar voice speak over him.

"Hey guys!" Drew turned around to see Jake walking over, but the moment his eyes met Drew, he paused.

"Woah, Drew, you alright?" He asked. Henry answered for him.

"He's sick." Drew tilted his head.

"I'm fine." He stated firmly, and he could tell Liam wanted to say something, but before he could, the bell rang.

“Come on, we have to go to class,” Drew didn’t wait for them to answer him, quickly turning and heading off to his first class.

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Drew’s first two periods were relatively easy. He had Liam in his second hour, who helped him stay focused on the lecture. However, as the day continued, Drew found himself growing increasingly exhausted, nearly falling asleep during the lessons until a violent cough managed to wake him. His body felt so unbearably hot, and he began to severely regret wearing a hoodie that day. When it was finally lunch, Drew couldn’t bring himself to order anything. Instead, he laid his head down on the table, cherishing the coolness of the polished wood. He couldn’t even register what his friends were talking about. They… sounded more hushed than usual, though.

By the time lunch ended, Drew found himself struggling to walk straight, and he dimly noted how Jake had a hand on his arm, guiding him to their next hour. In fact… Drew didn’t think Jake left his side once after that, even going out of his way to walk him to his 7th hour despite not sharing that class with him.

By the time school was out, Drew was about ready to collapse. He stood slumped against his locker, the cold of the metal feeling like pure bliss in that moment.

"Are… you even gonna be able to make it home like this?" Drew looked up. That… was Jake’s voice, right? He blinked, but… he couldn’t seem to focus. Everything was blurry.

Drew stared down at his hands, suddenly feeling very dizzy. He stumbled forward. Everything was spinning. Voices became muffled. He was leaning against someone, but he couldn’t figure out who.

Wait… when did he even fall?

Dark spots soon began to appear in Drew's vision, and before knew it, he was out cold.

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Drew woke up some time later, finding himself in a small, stiff bed. Slowly, he lifted his head, blinking as he focused on his surroundings. Was this the nurse’s office? How did he get here?

"Okay, I will…" Drew turned to see Jake standing in the corner of the room, his phone against his ear. "Love you too, Mom… Bye.”

"J…Jake..?" Drew whispered, his voice a bit raspy. Jake turned around, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Drew!" Before he knew it, Jake was running over to his side, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. Normally, Drew would've protested such an action, but there was something so comforting about Jake's presence that he ended up returning the embrace, tucking his head into the crook of the blonde’s neck.

"You're finally awake," Jake said. "Do you feel alright?"

"Wha… what happened?"

"You passed out by the lockers!” Jake exclaimed. Drew lifted his head to face him, but kept his arms loosely wrapped around Jake’s shoulders. “We didn’t know what to do, so we rushed you here.” Drew gave a small nod. “Henry and Liam couldn’t stay though. They had to catch the bus.” Another nod, and Jake’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, right! I need to text them…” Jake’s voice trailed off as let go of Drew, reaching into his pocket and sending a quick text to their group chat. Although slightly awkward, Drew managed to keep his arms wrapped around Jake’s shoulders, glancing over to read the text he sent.

“Are you just gonna… stay like that?” Jake asked after he sent it, returning his phone to his pocket.

“Like what?” Drew asked, a small frown forming on his face.

“Like…” Jake motioned to where Drew’s arms were. “This?”

“There a problem with it?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. Jake let out a small laugh.

“God, I am not gonna let you forget this,” He said to himself. Drew narrowed his eyebrows, confused by Jake’s comment. However, he opted to say nothing, returning his head to the crook of Jake’s neck and taking in a slow breath. Jake let out a small hum as he wrapped his arms around Drew, pulling himself closer and running a hand through Drew’s hair, silently playing with the magenta locks.

…This felt like a dream…

🖤DROEY???🩷

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Synopsis: Zoey asks Drew to go see a movie with her and the gay little magenta-man is unable to decipher if it’s supposed to be a date or not.

A/N: Someone said they liked my Drake fics and that single compliment gave me the motivation to finish this hooray!! Anyways this fic takes place in the Jomies’ Sophomore year, and Drew is still contemplating (denying) his feelings for Jake. Also. He’s- he’s an idiot he is the big dumb I am silently screaming as I write this DREW YOU’RE A DUMBASS but anyways Droey backstory hooray healthy Droey!! (Or is it??)

(Contains swearing and a painfully stupid Drew.)

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Drew: Guys I think I got a date?

Liam: WHAT????

Henry: DHISVSJS HOWWW???

Liam: FYM YOU THINK???

Drew: Idk a girl asked if I wanted to go see a movie with her Friday

Drew: She said she had a spare ticket or smth

Liam: Yeah that’s a date

Drew: Shit

Henry: How’d you get a date before me?;-;

Liam: Which girl is this?

Drew: Zoey, the girl from our Biology class.

Liam: THAT ZOEY???

Henry: THE POPULAR ONE???

Drew: Yeah?

Henry: HOWW???

Drew: Wym how?

Henry: No offense dude but its literally ZOEY

Henry: And it’s you

Drew: Are you saying she’s out of my league?

Liam: Yeah basically

Jake: DREW YOU GOT A DATE???

Liam: About time you responded Jake

Henry: Lol looks like your boys cheating on you Jakeyyyy

Drew: STFU

Jake: Sobbing rn how could you do this to me Drew?? Thought we were homies!!

Drew: I hope you all fucking explode

Liam: TF DID I DO???

Jake: LMAO

Jake: Fr tho congrats on getting a date Drew I hope it goes well

Jake: And if you need any advice just lmk I’m quite the charmer after all lol

Liam: You’ve certainly charmed someone

Drew: LIAM KYS RN

Jake: Wym?

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With a heavy sigh, Drew set his phone to the side, falling onto his bed and staring up at the ceiling.

So… this was a date.

With Zoey. With pretty, popular Zoey…

…Did he even like Zoey like that? He’d never considered her as anything more than a friend before, but… he did enjoy her company during class, and he did like working on assignments with her. He didn’t mind it when she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, and… she was obviously very pretty.

Maybe he did have a crush. And had just never realized it before….

But Drew could recall a time Jake had been describing his crush. He referred to it as a warm, fluttery feeling. One that made him forget almost all common sense. And Drew couldn’t say that applied to him…

But… he must’ve had a crush on her. Why else would he find her attractive?

Drew buried his face in his hands, muffling a soft groan. It suddenly occurred to him he’d never even been on a date before. Sure, he had past relationships, but those were in Middle School. Those didn’t count.

God, Zoey had probably been on lots of dates before, too. She must’ve had high expectations for him.

Drew sighed, running a hand through his hair before rolling onto his side, thinking back to all those dumb romance movies Jake convinced him to watch. He was hoping they’d finally come in handy and answer at least one of his questions, but he was quick to realize he hadn’t retained any of the plot.

What he could recall, however, was Jake, misty-eyed with a soft blush dusting his face, staring at the TV with the dumbest grin on his face as he watched the main characters kiss for the first time.

…Why was that the only thing he could remember?

***

Friday came a lot sooner than expected, and Drew still wasn’t sure if it was a date or not. He’d gone back and forth about it for days, and eventually, he managed to convince himself that this was just a hangout. Not a date. After all, he could see some truth behind the texts his friends had sent. It was Zoey. And it was him. Why would Zoey want to go on a date with him?

He stood outside of the theater, scrolling aimlessly through his phone and glancing up on occasion to see if Zoey had arrived yet. His mind wouldn’t stop racing.

What if it was all some prank? What if it was a dare her friends set her up to? What if she-

“Drew!”

Drew turned to see Zoey running over to him, and was a little surprised to see she’d changed out of what she’d been wearing to school that day. Instead of her usual green top and jeans, she wore a pale pink dress, with a small golden necklace and simple white flats. It made Drew feel a little awkward, considering he hadn’t bothered to change out of the jacket and jeans he’d been wearing earlier that day.

“I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” Zoey said, and Drew shrugged.

“Not really.” He answered, despite the fact he waiting about 30 minutes for her to show up. Zoey gave a slight nod in response, and a small smile appeared on her face.

“You ready?” She asked, and Drew nodded, before following her into the theater.

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The movie Zoey had gotten tickets for was a mystery-thriller; a genre both him and Zoey had talked about in the past. And in all honesty, Drew would’ve found it interesting had it not been for the romantic subplot that did almost nothing to drive the main plot along.

But… he imagined Jake would probably like it a lot. He was a sucker for forbidden romance after all.

About halfway through the movie or so, Drew felt something brush against his hand, and glanced over to see Zoey had placed her hand right beside his.

…He’d seen enough of Jake’s romance movies to know where this was going.

Slowly, Zoey pressed her hand closer to his, resting her pinky over his. Drew blinked, unable to move his gaze. He really didn’t have a clue how to feel about this.

So once again, he thought back to those romance movies, and slowly moved his hand closer to hers.

And eventually, Zoey interlocked their fingers together.

…Zoey’s hand was noticeably smaller than his. And it was a little cold, but it was soft, and… it felt nice to hold.

He still couldn’t say he felt that fluttery feeling, though. Maybe that only affected some people…

Eventually, the movie finished, and with his hand still in her’s, Zoey led the two out of the theater. She rambled on a bit about her thoughts regarding the movie, but… Drew couldn’t focus on her voice, his attention still fixated on the fact he was holding her hand.

He was holding a popular girl’s hand…

Under the shade of the night sky, Drew finally decided to say something. He lifted his gaze to meet her’s, and-

“Was this a date?” He blurted out.

Zoey stopped almost instantly, and blinked as she processed his question.

And not a moment later, she burst out laughing.

“Seriously?! You didn’t realize?!” Drew could feel his face heat up.

“You never specified!” He countered. “I didn’t want to assume anything!”

“Come on, Drew! You’re a guy, I’m a girl, we went to the movies together, alone. That’s a date!”

“You could’ve just said that!” He grumbled, and Zoey turned away from him, covering her smile with the back of her hand.

“You’re so cute.” She whispered, and Drew could only imagine how red his face must’ve been.

“What?!” He could hear Zoey giggle again.

“Nothing, nothing. I… had a really nice time tonight.” She admitted, twirling around to stand in front of him.

And the way she looked beneath the moonlight. The way the light seemed to dance along her skin. The way she looked at him so longingly…

He’d never felt so… wanted before.

“So… would you want to do this again sometime?”

Time seemed to slow for a moment, and there was only one answer Drew could think to give such a perfect girl.

But for a fleeting moment, another blonde crossed his mind.

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“I’d like that.”

From the boy who had everything he wanted…

To the boy who lost everything he needed…

(I love me some good visual storytelling. I love seeing the contrast between how Drew dressed when he was confident in his relationships, and how he dresses when they grow unstable. I love seeing how much of this boy’s happiness comes from his friends, because I know damn well this boy cannot find happiness in himself and who he is as a person. I love knowing his arrogance is all a front to try and appear more confident and cool so that people like him more. Or at least so they don’t view him as weak or lonely.)

(…Anyways time to cry again. )