Ryo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

‘Mama’ ehh, it works, but I feel too feminine.

‘Daddy’ he already calls his dad that, it’d confusing

‘Papa’ he calls his grandfather that, also confusing

What if Veronica didn’t try to stop JD’s plan, what if she’s just as sick and twisted as him? After blowing up Westerburg High, JD and Veronica are wanted criminals, so of course they can’t stay in Sherwood. Join them on a romantic cross country roadtrip, going border to border…while on the run from the FBI.

Tags: Roadtrip, Canon-typical violence, JD being…well…JD, slightly suggestive (a little steamy, but no smut), more aligned with the movie (but with some musical elements), JD and Veronica’s multiple crimes, I gave them a kill count, JD calls Veronica “Ronnie”, mention of murder, non-sexual nudity, inspired by “Partners in Crime” by Set it Off, body worship (non-sexual), Smoking (cigarettes), cigarette kiss (I was feeling FANCY)

A/N: FIRST FIC KINDA NERVOUS🤪. But seriously I worked on this for 9 days, so I really hope this is good. I started this off intending to make this a series, but I’m so burnt out from writing just this part (and being a parent lol), I might not. I hope this can flow good as a stand alone thing. I’m open to constructive criticism! I hope you like it. (Also if the steamy parts sound weird IM SO SORRY!)

Word count: 1,133

Indianapolis, Indiana. Late October, 1989

The bell on the door rings as a man walks through the threshold. The heels of his boots clicking against the linoleum tile. The cashier at the register looks up to acknowledge the other man’s presence, before looking back down at his magazine.

The man walked down an aisle, stopping near the slushie machine. Filling his cup generously with the flavored blue ice. He made his way over to the counter, picking up a small pack of cigarettes on the way over. The cashier pressed some buttons of the cashier register and scanned the cigarettes before looking back at the customer.

“Your ID?” The cashier held out his hand for the other man to put the card into. The other man chuckled before handing the identification card to the cashier. “Of course, where are my manners?” He jested, while the cashier looked at the ID, before handing it back. “Alright…Daniel Walker, that’ll be $2.28.” The man nodded before handing the man three $1 bills.

After receiving his change, the man walked out of the store towards the gray pickup truck parked in the parking lot. He opened the car door, sliding into the front seat. He buckled his seatbelt after locking the car, before looking to right, at the woman soundly sleeping in the passenger seat. He smiled to himself before leaning over and kissing her forehead. “Sleep well, Ronnie.”

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The pickup truck cruised down the almost empty highway. It was dark now, and JD knew he had to find a motel for him and Veronica to rest (and hide) in. The engine hummed as the couple passed tree after tree, before turning towards the exit.

The shops they drove past were empty, seemingly everyone was at home during this hour of the night. The pickup truck pulled into a motel parking lot, before parking near the office door. At the feeling of the truck stopping, Veronica shifted in her seat, yawning as she took in her surroundings.

“Come on,” JD unbuckled his seatbelt, before stepping out of the truck. Duffle bag and slushie in hand. “I have your stuff.” He opened her door, gently ushering his sleepy girlfriend onto the concrete. Veronica leaned onto his shoulder, keeping herself up right as they walked towards the motel’s office.

Once he retrieves the key to their room, JD walked slowly and carefully with Veronica to the door. After unlocking the door, he gently helped her sit on the bed. Veronica laid down on the bed, letting out a sigh.

JD sat next to her, running his fingers through her hair as he started to flip through the channels of the television. It was midnight, so the only thing that was on were cheesy romcoms and old reruns of washed up shows.

Then, he flipped onto the new channel, the news anchor read off their notes: “Just this past Friday, Westerburg High School in Sherwood, Ohio exploded at 2:54 pm during a pep rally. The police concluded that the explosion was caused by bombs placed securely in the schools boiler room. 923 students, and 38 teachers lost their lives on October 20th.”

JD and Veronica looked up immediately at the television. They had no idea that the news would talk about their crimes that fast. Afterall, they’d just left Sherwood on Saturday. The woman continued to speak. “Police have identified the suspects as 17-year-old Jason Dean and Veronica Sawyer, two seniors at Westerburg. A motive for these crimes have not been determined yet. More information is to come in the following weeks.”

The lovers looked at each other with disbelief, before looking back at the television screen, their yearbook photos staring back at them. JD turned off the tv, before putting down the remote.

“Do you think they’ll find us?” Veronica asked, her expression slightly terrified. JD looked at his girlfriend, his hand moving up to rub the small of her back. He’s never been good at comforting people, or emotions in general. It was a world he didn’t understand fully.

He didn’t speak, just pulled her close, her back against his chest. Veronica could feeling his heartbeat against her skin, it was a steady stream of thumps in his chest. A calming sensation that made it feel like time stopped.

Veronica sighed, starting to unbutton and take off her jacket (well, JD’s jacket, but it’s just as well hers). “It’s hot in here.” She smirked as she tossed the piece of fabric onto the ground near the bed, leaving her in just her bra.

JD, understanding her silent message, unclipped the back of the black bra. He started to peck feathery kisses on the side of her neck. She gasps at the sensation, turning her head upwards to give him more room to kiss.

He peppers more kisses along her neck and jaw, before gently grabbing her face and kissing her passionately. Veronica moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer until they both fell back onto the bed.

JD went back to her neck, attacking it with kisses (and a few soft bites here and there), making Veronica gasp and moan softly. “Don’t…don’t stop!” She cried, her hands gripping his jacket.

And he didn’t stop. He moved down to her chest, placing soft kisses between her breasts. His fingers trailing down her side, sending shivers down her spine. His lips pressed open-mounted kisses against her bust. She let out a cry of pleasure, her hands now pressing against his shoulders. Almost like she was swimming in the ocean trying to keep herself afloat.

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Smoke trailed off of the cigarette between JD’s fingers, the vapor filling the air in even layers. Veronica’s head rested against his bare chest, their legs entangled in the covers. She reached over towards the nightstand to grab the cigarette box, before pulling one out with her fingers and putting it near her mouth.

“JD, can you pass me the light-“ Veronica’s sentence was interrupted by the force of JD’s lit cigarette touching hers, effectively lighting it. She inhaled, letting the smoke fill her lungs, before blowing the smoke into JD’s face. JD, who was caught off guard, started coughing on the smoke coming from his own cigarette.

“Hey?! What was that for?” JD yelled, practically choking on smoke, but he was also laughing. Veronica’s eyes lit up, he hadn’t seen JD laugh since before they left Sherwood. It was a sweet, comforting sound, it filled her heart with joy. She didn’t answer his question, just throwing her arms around him. Hugging him tight.

“Damn, you’re feeling extra clingy.” JD chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Veronica buried her face into his neck, mumbling into it, “I love your laugh.” JD smiled, kissing her forehead through her bangs.