Honk Shoo

🖤Honk Shoo💛

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Synopsis: Drew invites the Jomies over for a sleepover, but when Drew suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night and rushes out of the room, Jake grows concerned, and decides to follow him.

A/N: This is the fic that goes along with my previous art. I have a ton of stories about these two so I might post more but I don’t know. Also yes this fic’s name is Honk Shoo. It is saved as Honk Shoo and I will not be changing it.

(Contains Swearing)

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Jake’s eyes opened slowly when he felt the bed shift, and he lifted his head to see to see Drew walking towards the door, his hand covering his mouth as he did his best to muffle what sounded almost like a sob. Confused as to what he heard, Jake slid out of bed, navigating through the dark room while being cautious of Henry and Liam, who laid sprawled out across an air mattress on the floor. As quietly as he could, Jake twisted the door knob and opened the door.

“Drew?” He called softly, taking a step out into the hall. The only light came from a small window against the left wall, revealing Drew standing still in the middle of the hallway.

“What are you doing up?” He asked, his voice flat. Had Jake not heard him moments earlier, he would’ve assumed Drew was fine.

“Are you okay?” Jake chose to ignore Drew’s previous question, concern growing when he noticed Drew stiffen. “I thought I heard you-”

“I’m fine, Jake.” He interrupted. “I just-” His voice had begun to waver, and he took in a quick breath. “Need to use the bathroom.” He finished. Jake took a step towards him.

“You don’t sound fine,” He stated. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just drop it.” Drew’s voice had gained a slight edge to it, but despite that, Jake continued.

“...You can talk to me if you need to. I-”

“Dammit Jake!” Drew suddenly snapped. He whipped around, and from the faint light of the window, Jake could see the redness of his eyes, and the reflection of tears along his cheeks. “Can you just-!”

Jake took a step back, and Drew paused, his hardened expression melting almost immediately.

“Wait- shit, I… I didn’t-” Drew’s voice cracked on his words. “Fuck,” He mumbled, tilting his head down and blinking tears from his eyes. “Just… get out of here…”

But despite Drew’s words, Jake couldn’t bring himself to move.

“I don’t want to leave you alone like this…” He said.

Drew didn’t respond, and instead buried his face in his hands, doing his best to hide his expression from view.

Hesitantly, Jake took a step closer, and when Drew failed to react, he continued, until he was close enough to rest his hands on Drew’s shoulders. Drew remained still as Jake did so, staring down at himself as his hands forced away his tears.

Jake couldn’t recall a time he’d seen Drew in this light before…

And without thinking, Jake pulled him into an embrace, holding him lightly in case he wanted to break away. Drew’s breath hitched, and his body stiffened for a moment before he pressed his head against the crook of Jake’s neck, wrapping his arms around Jake’s shoulders. Jake was surprised by how tight his grip was, as if he’d somehow disappear the moment Drew let go.

He could feel Drew’s nails digging deep into his shoulders, to the point where it stung a bit. However, Jake couldn’t bring himself to say anything, simply holding Drew closer as the magenta-haired man sobbed against his shoulder. The sound of his muffled cries made Jake’s chest ache, and he wished there was more he could do to help him.

Gently, Jake ran his hand through Drew’s hair, slowing his breathing in hopes of helping him calm down. Eventually, Drew’s slowed as well, and he soon fell silent.

The blonde lifted his head to glance down at Drew again, but the shorter man wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“…Do you wanna go get some water?” Jake asked, unsure of what else to say. Drew thought for a moment, then gave a small nod, pulling himself off of Jake and guiding the two downstairs. Jake had to be careful to avoid bumping into anything in the darkness, but the two eventually managed to reach the kitchen. Jake sat himself down on the counter, keeping a careful eye on Drew.

The magenta-haired man had kept his head down for most of the journey, but eventually had to lift his head to see the cabinets. He opened the doors, revealing shelves of empty glasses and mugs, and as Drew struggled to reach the top shelf to grab one, an idea popped in Jake’s head.

“Hey, Drew? Do you still have that hot chocolate mix you made us that one time?” Drew glanced at him over his shoulder.

“You seriously want me to make you hot chocolate at this time of night?” His voice sounded a bit raspy.

“I’m saying I want you to make us hot chocolate,” Jake said, leaning a bit closer to him. He figured it’d serve as a nice distraction from… whatever Drew was dealing with. And besides, who could be miserable when they had hot chocolate?

Drew glanced down at the floor, biting the inside of his lip.

“Come on… sounds nice, doesn’t it?” Jake asked, and for a moment, he could’ve sworn he saw Drew blush. But before he could confirm, the magenta-haired man whipped his head away.

“Liam and Henry better not find out about this,” He said, turning back to the cabinet and pulling out two mugs from the bottom shelf. Jake grinned as Drew turned to grab the milk from the fridge, filling the two mugs and placing them in the microwave. The two waited in a comfortable silence, Jake watching the mugs spin and Drew watching the timer, pulling the mugs out just before the microwave beeped. Drew then grabbed two hot chocolate packets from some expensive brand and poured them into the milk. He mixed it around with a spoon before finally handing Jake his mug. Jake gave him a smile and nod as thanks, but Drew only glanced away from him, sitting himself on the counter beside him. Not paying much mind to it, Jake took a sip, only to immediately regret it as a burning sensation flooded his tongue. He spat it back out, sticking his tongue out and letting out a whine of pain. Drew gave a small laugh, the first one of the evening.

“Idiot," He whispered, blowing on his mug.

“It didn’t look that hot!” Jake defended.

“It’s called hot chocolate for a reason, dumbass,” Jake stuck his tongue out at him. “God, you’re such a child.”

“I am literally older than you!” Jake retaliated.

“Yeah, by a whole three months, what a difference,” Jake rolled his eyes, a smile crossing his face when he realized Drew had cheered up slightly. Their eyes met, and once again, it seemed as if Drew was blushing, but he quickly turned his head, taking a sip of his drink, only to make a face as he forced it down.

“You burned your tongue too, didn’t you?” Jake asked.

“N-no! I didn’t!” Drew’s blush deepened.

“Oh, you totally did!” Jake exclaimed, pointing and laughing at him. “Who’s the dumbass now!”

“Shut up!” Drew said, playfully shoving Jake away from him.

“Make me.” Jake challenged. Drew stared at him, and for a moment, Jake caught Drew glance down at his lips.

And without warning, he flicked Jake’s nose.

“Ow-!” Drew snickered.

“Serves you right.” He said, and Jake set his glass down, clutching his nose in a rather dramatic fashion.

“Why are you so mean to me?” He whined.

“You have no right to call me that after I made hot chocolate for you-”Jake leaned against his shoulder, causing Drew’s breath to hitch.

“But you hurt me!” He cried, oblivious to Drew’s sudden tension. Drew sighed.

“Liam and Henry have body slammed each other on multiple occasions, but I somehow cross a line by flicking you?”

“Yes.” Jake sighed, and Drew stared down at him.

“Well, maybe don’t give me a reason to flick you.”

“Wow, all my fault I see…” Drew laughed again, and Jake let out a small hum, leaning against him further.

The room fell silent after that, and Jake suddenly realized how fast Drew’s heart was beating.

“You feeling any better?” Jake ventured, his voice softening as he glanced up at Drew, who had his face angled from view.

“Yeah, I am.” He answered, taking a quick sip from his mug before continuing. “Can we just… not talk about what happened?” He asked, and Jake gave a small nod of acknowledgement.

“That’s fine.” He said. “But I’m… glad I could… be there with you, you know?” Drew didn’t respond, but Jake could still feel his heart was still racing. Jake lifted his head. “Are… you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah…” He paused for a moment, before finally turning to face him.

“Jake?” Jake tilted his head, and Drew’s eyes searched his expression, opening his mouth to speak before deciding against it.

“You’re really cheesy,” He eventually said.

“Wha- how am I cheesy?”

“You just are,” Drew answered. Jake scoffed.

“You think everything’s cheesy.”

“Not everything.” Drew replied. “Just you.” Jake frowned.

“Well, if caring about you somehow makes me cheesy, then call me, like, a block of cheddar.” Drew snorted.

“That’s the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Made you laugh though, didn’t it?” Drew covered his mouth, hiding a bit of his smile.

“You’re such a dumbass” Jake grinned at him as he reached for his own mug.

Seeing Drew smile like this… it was such a treasure.

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After about an hour of talking and drinking their hot chocolates, the two made their way back upstairs to Drew’s bedroom, climbing back into Drew’s bed. Drew turned to face him.

“Jake..?” He asked, keeping his voice hushed. Jake glanced back at him.

“Yeah?”

“…Thanks for… uhm… staying with me tonight,” He mumbled, stumbling over his words a bit. Jake smiled.

“Of course! That’s what friends do!” He said, and Drew’s face seemed to get a bit red again as he pulled the covers closer to him.

“You…” He paused for a moment. “You’re a good friend…” He whispered, and Jake was barely able to hear what he’d said.

“I try my best,” Jake admitted, giving a much more sheepish smile than before. Receiving compliments from Drew was… rare, to say the least.

Drew gave a small nod, and the blankets began to shift a bit as he moved his arm. Jake blinked when he felt Drew’s hand graze his, but instead of moving, Drew interlocked their pinkies together. Jake tilted his head. This felt… oddly intimate, coming from Drew.

Drew wouldn’t meet his gaze, his face a deep shade of red before he shook his head, pulling his hand away from him and rolling over so his back faced him.

“Goodnight.” He said. But the word was rushed, and his voice sounded rather defensive.

“Oh… goodnight?” Jake responded, confused by the interaction. He stared at Drew for a few moments, unsure if the magenta-haired man would say anything else. However, after a bit of silence, Jake laid his head down on the pillow, choosing to accept Drew’s explanation and falling back asleep not much later.

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…Yeah so if it’s not obvious the Drakeup broke me-

🤍Black and White Practices🖤

(Slight TW | Minor Blood)

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“-When you gave your heart to me-” Jake continued. “You gave it in hopes I’d return my own.” It wasn’t a question. It was an observation. As if Jake could see right through him.

“Was that… so much to ask for?” Drew asked, and Jake took a moment before answering:

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(I like to think back in Freshman year, Drew was the confident one while Jake flustered at almost everything. Mostly because Drew was one of his first friends and Jake didn’t want to mess it up. But, when Jake became more confident and Drew became more… attached, their roles progressively swapped, leading to Jake teasing Drew on the regular, completely oblivious to Drew’s massive crush embarrassment.)

Void

Sillyyyyyyy

Some doodles of the new TMF episode

(Minor Spoilers)

They were so silly