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oh-goddess-of-chaos · 1 year

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⠀ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 – 𝐣. 𝐝. 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ✧‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ (navi. & masterlist. & tag. )

「 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 」 yandere!jason dean 𝒙 female!reader

「 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 」 being the new girl at a school can be difficult, especially during the middle of the year and in a place with a rigid social structure such as westerburg high, but things can only seem to worsen when you start feeling as though you're being watched.

「 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 」 general themes from heathers the movie such as bullying, mentions of suicide, murder (c'mon, it's a heathers fic, what did u expect?), usage of guns, kissing, stalking, attempted rape (kurt n' ram), swearing , usage of drugs such as cigarettes, unconsensual kissing (doesn't get further than that in this), very slight insinuations to sex (spoken), the whole shebang.

「 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 」 4.5k

「 𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 .⁺ ˖ ⌒ (slight spoilers) i wanted to make the reader decently perceptive and sarcastic this one, but nearing the end i definitely made her rationality kinda disappear since that's what fear can do to a person. jd is more based off movie jd, and so is veronica.

Joining a new school midway through the school year was, to say the least, unideal.

You and your parents had just gotten the wonderful opportunity to move to the quaint town of Sherwood, Ohio, somewhere you all were essentially forced to go since your father had been promoted by his job and your family was strapped for cash. And, sure, your house was bigger and nicer than your last, but you'd had to leave all your friends you'd been with since your childhood, which was difficult.

To add to all of that, the people were unfriendly and rude, and the weather was tolerable at best. Though your old home wasn't perfect by any means, it was most certainly better than where you were living now.

And now, here you were, standing before your new high school, knowing perfectly nothing about it or what to expect yet still expecting it to be one of the worst schools you've gone to. The odd stares your fellow students were shooting you seemed to be indicative of that.

Oh, good grief.

You sighed as you entered, only to immediately crinkle your nose in disgust as you were hit with the pleasant aroma of sweaty jocks and what you could only guess were something akin to rotting bodies. Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself as you were almost hit by what you guessed were two football players dashing down the hallways.

This was going to be a long rest of the year.

You were quick to shove past the students to get to the front office, keen on getting your class schedule and getting to your class as early as you could. You'd only just gotten here and yet already you wanted to go home, though you supposed that that was how high school normally operated. It was never something anyone particularly enjoyed. Most people just managed to tolerate it enough to attend the next day.

"Hello, I'm looking to get my schedule?" You said once you'd reached your destination, crossing your arms as you stared at the woman at the front desk. Focused upon her own work, she offered you no response. You pursed your lips.

"Excuse me?" You spoke, louder this time, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

Apparently you weren't the only one unhappy to be at Westerburg high today, as the woman, seemingly irked, slowly craned her head to face you. "Yes?"

She seemed an unpleasant sort of woman, a frown etched permanently upon her wrinkled face. You wondered what the other teachers must look like, and if they resembled her by any means.

"This is my first day here. I need my class schedule."

"Name?"

"Y/n L/n."

The woman nodded and typed something into her computer. She then pointed to the printer. "Wait over there. Your class schedule is printing right now. Once it's finished, just go to your first class. The class numbers are listed on the right side."

"Well, is anyone going the help me find my way around?"

Your question was only met with silence. "Fine, I'll find it on my own. After all, why would I ever need the help of a teacher, anyway? It's not like I'm new to this school or anything." You grumbled before grabbing your schedule and exiting.

Luckily, navigating the school was a relatively simple task. The numbers on every door and the maps plastered on the walls definitely helped, and you were able to find your history class before the bell rang.

"Here's your textbook, Ms. L/n." The teacher said to you the moment you told her your name. Silently, you nodded, deciding to take a seat somewhere in the middle of the classroom as you waited for class to begin.

Something seemed off, though, as the lecture began and you jotted down nearly everything you heard. You could sense eyes boring into the back of your skull, like daggers piercing through your mind, and it inhibited your focus. You could hardly pay any attention to the teacher as she went on and on about some war you didn't even know the name of. And so, discreetly enough, you 'grabbed' something from you bag, staring over your shoulder briefly in an attempt to see if anyone really was watching you.

And, as it seemed, someone was. You managed to spot them - or him, to be more specific. Uncannily dark eyes stared back at you, blank and hollow. It made your stomach sink. Quickly, then, you retrieved an object from your school bag and continued with your notes to the best of your abilities. Unfortunately, though, you couldn't get that kid's sharp gaze out of your mind. Something about it - something about him - was off, though you couldn't quite place what it was. And, sure, from what you could see he dressed somewhat oddly - a dark trench coat adorning his shoulders, covering his already black pants and shirt - but it was more than just the way he was dressed. You knew it.

You gave up on the matter minutes after you were done with US History. As much as you were curious at the time, you could care less if some creep was watching you. It wasn't like you didn't have your fair share of those back at your old school - you just supposed that they didn't seem so outward about it. After all, you'd stared at that kid - caught him right in the act, but he didn't look away, didn't flinch, just kept staring. Looking back on it, you were convinced that you'd caught the glimpse of some sort of smile. But, as you'd mentioned, what was done was done. You'd only have to deal with him for 45 minutes every day for the rest for the year, at worst.

Sighing, you dropped your bag beside you as you sat down on one of the sticky cafeteria benches, secluded from everyone else. Although you knew you could've tried to make friends during your classes, you were aware of the truth about social politics in high school: halfway through the year, friendships were already sealed airtight and people were much less open to saying 'hi' to a new face, so you didn't even bother. And, sure, the seating was horrible, but you weren't about to make a fool of yourself, especially on your first day.

The food at Westerburg High was - albeit surprisingly - quite alright, and you found yourself somewhat enjoying it. Disregarding the horrible smell and the violently loud chatter, you supposed the cafeteria and lunch as a whole was okay.

That was, at least, until you caught sight of that kid who'd been staring at you in history. You hadn't even noticed he was there at first, but there he was, halfway across the cafeteria, staring blatantly right at you. This time, though, he was just smiling - smirking, even, and it unnerved you.

What is wrong with this guy?

The rest of the week went by like this. On your way to class, you'd always see him in the halls, eyes locking with yours as you passed him. Or getting your books from your locker - he'd always be there, eyes glued to your form. He wasn't even doing anything, was simply fixated on you. It made you shiver, the looks he gave you at first.

Now, however, it was almost expected. You'd anticipate dark eyes boring into your skull and the fumes of cigars to follow you in class, or truly just anywhere around school, just as you would expect your shadow to follow you in the sunlight. And, as annoying as it was the every first day, now it was eerie. You didn't have to look over your shoulder to know you were being watched, but when you did, you'd surely freeze out of both paranoia and fear. While, yes, you'd expected this year of high school to be your worst yet, never had you expected for it to be to such an extent.

Your fear later festered when he pulled a blank on two jocks in the cafeteria. Although you knew blanks couldn't truly hurt them, you shuddered to think what he'd do if he really wanted to cause some damage.

Things got worse still when the kid started dating the infamous Veronica Sawyer, not quite a Heather but not quite anything else either. Gossip around the school grew mad about the unconventional couple, and you soon learned the name of the kid who never did seem to leave you alone: Jason Dean, or 'J. D.' as everyone knew him.

Now, whenever you'd see J. D., he'd always be accompanied by his girlfriend, Veronica. He never did stop staring, though, resulting in numerous glares coming from Veronica's way.

So much for being tolerated by the popular crowd.

School had then became a living hell for you, because if one Heather didn't like you, none of them did, making life going unnoticed near impossible. Now, no matter where you were, someone was either glaring or gazing at you, their intentions vague and unclear.

Things then got particularly bad when Heather Chandler became a sort of enemy of yours. You weren't sure what you did to irk specifically her, but, whatever it was that you did, she most certainly hated you, more so than Veronica, even. Not a day went by without a rude confrontation by her, and you could name several instances when she'd embarrassed you in front of the school.

But then, one day, she was gone.

Suicide. At least, that's what they said it was, but you knew too many people hated that bitch for it to be so. All it would take was a teenager driven insane enough by her to be driven to such a point, and considering the state of Westerburg high, you didn't doubt for a moment that the queen bee of the school essentially prompted her own death.

So, yeah. You knew her suicide was faked. Not that you were going to report it to the cops - you weren't planning on stirring up more drama - but you weren't stupid enough to be fooled by such a thing. And, besides, though you'd never admit it aloud, you were glad she was dead, in an odd way. Now you had at least one less person to make your life at this sorry school miserable.

So, life was okay for a while. People got too busy about mourning Heather's death to notice a nobody like you. Other than that creep J. D. and his jealous girlfriend stalking the halls, life was tolerable.

But when you're at the top, the only way you can go is down. And that's where you went. Down. All the way to rock bottom.

You didn't know how to put it in lighter terms, so here it was: You were almost raped. By Kurt and Ram, to be more exact.

Apparently, J. D. wasn't the only one who had an eye on you, and with all your attention focused on him (since you were so damn paranoid) you'd failed to notice the two jocks that also seemed to have been interested by you.

It was late at night. You were walking home from some house you'd babysat at as a favor, and two guys started following you. You didn't think much of it at first - just tried to forget about it and cool your nerves, but then they started to get faster, and faster, and you did too, until suddenly you were running, and then, almost abruptly, the two jocks had grabbed your arms and startled forcing you elsewhere. You screamed and fought, but no one was around to hear you.

You could only imagine the other 'nobodies' they must have done this to.

You remembered vividly your horror as the two piled themselves on top of you, eager to rip your clothes off. But, just as they were about to do so, a gun shot rang out, and then another. Frozen in terror, you didn't even move as you felt the boys' bodies go limp over you. You were only able to move when you felt a hand grab onto your own and force you up and get you back on your feet.

"Thank you," you barely managed to sputter out once the initial shock wore off.

"Go," is all the figure replied. A man, you presumed. You couldn't see his face, though, covered by the dark lighting. And so, dazed and confused, you obliged, not thinking twice about the words spoken to you.

The next day, though, was when things truly got out of hand.

Kurt and Ram, supposedly, had died in some gay love pact, wherein they killed each other. Hearing the news over the TV your parents played, you felt sick to your stomach. But, there they lied on the screen, a bag of supposed 'homosexual artifacts' and a suicide note to tie it all together.

And the whole town ate the story up.

You didn't go to school for about the next week or so. You told your parents that you were sick, and even though they knew you weren't, they still called in sick for you, able to detect that you weren't exactly feeling well mentally.

The week of repose was good, too. You were able to gather yourself up, not to the point where you didn't fear what could have happen had your savior not came to the rescue, but to the point where you could suppose that you were grateful that you wouldn't have to answer any questions from the police.

But now, at least for now, you knew you'd be safe.

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You let out a soft sigh as you landed on your bed, curling into your warm sheets as a way of seeking comfort. At least you were safe and secure at home, you supposed, your parents only a relatively quiet yell away and your windows locked for good measure. If school was your hell, then you would consider home your heaven, away from the Heathers, away from J. D., away from everyone.

Turning off your light, you sank into your pillow in a desperate sort of way, clinging to it as if it were your lifeline. You'd hardly been getting sufficient sleep within the past weeks, so it didn't take long for you to fall into oblivion, the abyss of sleep consuming you whole in minutes.

So deeply unaware of your surrounding now, you didn't even hear quiet footsteps entering your bedroom.

J. D. was, to say the least, unsure what made him drawn to you in the first place. Maybe it was your calm and uncaring demeanor, or maybe it was the way you seemed to pick up on things through simple observation so easily, similarly to him. Whatever it was, he most certainly found you interesting. And, somehow, he could simply tell that there was something different about you - something like him that he saw in you, and it intrigued him to no end.

No matter how paranoid you were, you were never completely aware of J. D.'s reach in your life. When he'd watch you when you were at home, he'd remain particularly clever, knowing that if he was caught there was a high chance that he'd get into some really deep shit. Staring at a girl in school every day was one thing, but following her home? That was much more serious, and required a much less conspicuous plan.

But, alas, his plan paid off, and J. D. smiled knowingly as he stared at your vulnerable figure, taken over by a much needed sleep. You simply looked so perfectly innocent like that, something he couldn't wait to ruin once he had the chance.

J. D. laughed euphorically as he continued to just stare at you, unsure if he still had his wits about him but uncaring at the very same time. Perhaps all the cigars he had been smoking really were getting to him. But he knew what he needed to do before he brought you with him. So, quietly, resisting the urge to kiss your pristine lips, J. D. raced out of your bedroom, your door that was previously shut left open behind him.

Unfortunately for him, however, he'd forgotten that you were often a light sleeper that woke up at different intervals in the night, so when a particularly cool gust of wind came in through your open window, you were startled awake.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath as you drowsily peeled your eyes open, squinting them as you stood up to close the window, before pausing and wondering how on earth your window had opened. After all, your parents never came into your room late at night as far as you were concerned, and you had locked your window when you'd fallen asleep, so how could it have opened?

It was at that very moment, too, that the faint smell of smoke wafted through the room, and you froze.

Sure, you knew you were paranoid, and that maybe fear had gotten the better of you, but you also knew that a potentially dangerous kid had been staring at you ever since you got to school and that it would be idiotic for you to assume that he had no malicious intentions.

Your stomach then tightened up once you noticed your open bedroom door. So, yes. It was possible that maybe your assumptions were idiotic, but you'd be a fool to not go with your gut when the most it'd cost you was some short-lived embarrassment, especially considering what could have happened with Kurt and Ram. So, quietly, you exited your bedroom, looking down the hallways of the upstairs floor as to reassure that the coast was clear.

It was.

More silently than you've ever done so before, then, you tip-toed to your parents bedroom, hoping to either alert them of an intruder or ask them what the were doing. But, just as you were about to open their door, footsteps were heard on the other side - not your mother's quiet, considerate ones, nor your father's loud, heavy ones, but a different kind.

Fuck.

As fast as you could, you dashed into the nearest room, leaving the door only just barely open as to not allow it to make any sound. From your parent's room exited a dark silhouette, wearing what you guessed was a trench coat and with only the burning edge of a cigarette as a light source plucked between two fingers.

You were right. You were fucking right. No other than Jason Dean was in your house, and right now, he was heading right for your bedroom, most likely intending to kill.

You needed to think fast.

My parents - right, my parents. They keep a gun in their bedroom.

You were shaking. Yes, your parents showed you were they kept the gun in the case of an emergency, but you'd never been taught how to use it.

As quietly as you could, you dashed over to your parents bedroom, closing the door behind you. And, even though you knew you didn't have the time, you took a moment to catch your breath. God, you couldn't breathe. And neither could your parents, as it seemed, when you looked over at their limp corpses sprawled in the bed. Slowly, you retracted the covers from their bodies, only to find a wet pool of blood that lay beneath them and their slit throats.

They were dead. J. D. had fucking killed your parents. You felt your knees buckle underneath you as you caressed your mother's lifeless face, her eyes never to once again open.

"Mom..." You whimpered, not caring if her blood stained your fingers. But then, you paused, realizing that, if you didn't speed up, you could be next.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I really need to find a weapon or a way out of here. I only have so much time before he finds me.

You suppressed a scream as you then scoured their bedroom in search of the gun safe, not keen on wasting any more time, but to your dismay, you couldn't find it.

They must have moved it from last year - fuck! - what else could they have?

Your eyes then landed on your father's esteemed baseball bat. You'd remember him talking about it, the pride radiating from him as he explained how it was the first bat he used to hit a home run with in high school.

Well, sorry dad.

Picking up what was now a weapon and placing it in such a way that would allow you to swing at a moment's notice, you slowly sauntered out of your parent's bedroom and into the hallway.

Your blood ran colder and colder as you approached your bedroom door, until, finally, you did, and raised the baseball bat even higher as to deliver the hardest blow on the boy that stood before you.

"You know, it would have probably been better if you'd stayed hiding," you then heard J. D. speak, turning around and raising an eyebrow at the bat in you hands. "You know, that isn't going to do much against a gun."

Time seemed to stop, and all you could stare at was the gun that sat loosely in J. D.'s hand. He was going to fucking kill you.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to use it on you," he then reassured coyly, as if reading your mind. "It's just a necessary... precaution. Now, why don't place the bat down so we can talk."

"I could scream."

J. D. seemed to smile at this and clicked his tongue, as if scolding you. "Now, would you really like to have someone else's blood on your hands like that? Just because I'm not going to shoot you doesn't mean I won't shoot anyone else. It'd be a shame if anyone had to die because of you."

Silence.

"Good, now... place the bat down."

Nodding, you complied, slowly placing your only means of defence on the ground.

"Okay, okay," you mumbled, trying to calm your racing heart down. Though you doubted it, you supposed that there was a chance that, if you could calm down enough, you could convince J. D. to leave you alive.

J. D. grinned. "Now, darling, why don't you come right here."

If you could've moved, you most certainly would've. After all, you'd seen that gun in J. D.'s hand. You knew what it could do. But you were frozen by fear, and no amount of rationality was going to move you.

"Now, this would all be, uh, a lot easier if you'd just come with me, because I'd hate to have to man-handle - " J. D.'s words cut short as he watched you, nearly stunned, as you bolted past him and towards the window. But he was quick to recoup his bearings, cocking the gun (for good measure) and grab onto your leg, successfully dragging you towards the ground. You grunted in pain upon your head slamming against the hardwood floor, the beginnings of a bruise already starting to appear.

Now only partially unconscious, it took you a long while to notice the tongue now prying apart your mouth and the chapped lips pressed against your own. You'd only really noticed when you realized that you couldn't breathe, and you let out a strangled groan as you tried to detach yourself from the figure above you, but to no avail. J. D. merely slid his tongue deeper down your throat, inhibiting you from screaming or making any other noise as he kissed you roughly.

You thrashed and flailed under his touch, but nothing was enough to free yourself from him. He was faster, stronger, and had the firearm in this situation. You stood no chance. So, with a heavy heart, you moved pliantly underneath J. D.'s touch, hoping he'd at least go a little easier on you at the very least.

And then, with bated breath, you observed as he stopped, and, hovering above you, took something out of his pocket. At first, fearing it was a gun, you began to once again fight against him, but then paused upon not recognizing the silhouette of the object in his hand.

"You know, as much as I'd like to continue this, I did come here for a reason." J. D. stared at you, no ounce of sympathy as he spoke his next words. "You know, it'd have been a hell of a lot easier if you'd just fucking stayed asleep."

Without so much as a moment to respond, a wet rag was forced upon your face. Confused at first, you lied still, before realizing what it must have been drenched it. You were now even more urgent in your fighting of J. D. (if that was even possible), punching and kicking him wherever you could. But he didn't budge, simply kept a firm grip on the rag.

"Shhh, it's fine, I won't hurt ya," he reassured, "Not unless I need to, of course."

But you didn't hear him, your consciousness already slipping as you'd only been half conscious before. You were trying to kick free, but already you were so exhausted, your adrenaline already beginning to ware off. Worse still, J. D.'s words of reassurance that you'd be fine and that everything will be alright were starting to mess with you.

You could hear him talking, but the words were muffled and blurred, and your body seemed to take everything in as if it were truth, because it was already relaxing under his cool touch. And it seemed that, the more fearful your mind grew, the more numb your body became, until, finally, you gave up your thrashing and your fighting, and sunk into J. D. harsh embrace willingly.

Upon your figure going limp, a devilish grin spread across J. D.'s face. Though he knew this was not how things were meant to occur, he was simply so happy - for he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. And then, unable to help himself, he pressed a hungry kiss on your mouth, pleased to hear a muffled moan escape it as your tongue moved submissively under his own.

This was it! Finally - finally, after waiting for so long, you belonged to him. No more were the days when he'd have to watch you through your bedroom window, or the days where all he'd see of you were your paranoid eyes in the hallways, because, finally, here you were, in his arms, where you belonged!

Here you were at last, finally.

Finally, you were his and only his.

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iovesia · 1 year

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LEAVE ME WITH WATERCOLOR EYES.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( heathers masterlist. & gif credit. )

synopsis: breaking up with jd proves to be more than difficult when he's not willing to let you go that easy.

warnings: angst. blackmail. yandere themes. use of cigarettes. one non-con kiss. manhandling. toxic relationship dynamics. not proof read.

pairings: jason dean 𝒙 fem!reader.

josie's note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this was originally posted on my ao3 as a drabble, but i felt like making a little extended version of this fic. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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"What are you doing here?" You spat, glaring at the dark figure standing in the corner of your bedroom. The moonlight through the window illuminating his black leather boots, and the lighter he pulled out his pocket.

It was hardly shocking to find him lurking in your room. J.D frequently slithered in through your window, and while you normally awaited his nightly visits with enthusiasm and delight— now you just wished you bought a stronger lock.

The flick of the lighter echoed through the dimly lit room, and the flame briefly shone on his face, revealing his cheshire smirk. You watched carefully as he took a step forward, placing the lit cigarette in between his lips, the heavy aroma of the Marlboro filling your nose.

He knew how much you hated his smoking.

"I said, what are you doing here—"

"I waited, you know?" He interrupts, taking another puff of his cigarette. "Two weeks, I waited for you to come crawling back to me."

"And you can wait forever, for all I care. It's over, J.D. Grow up!" Something inside you snapped as you stalked towards him. You were tired of letting him push you around, bending you backwards to his will with whatever and whenever he pleased.

Your lips pressed into a thin line and your nails pressed hard into the palm of your hand. It pissed you off to no end how apathetic he was. His constant nihilism, and need to feel superior to his peers. But, maybe that's what attracted you to him in the first place.

He pursed his lips and blew a small cloud of smoke into your face. You let out a small cough, as burning sensation bloomed into your eyes. J.D smoothly walked past you, his leather trench coat scratching against your arm.

"It sucks you made me do this," he muttered. His hand pushing around a stack of unknown papers on your desk.

"Do what? What's that?"

J.D's eerie smile continues to hang on his lips as he slowly picks up the paper, and flips it over. Your heart dropped and your chest tightened as you watch him pick up more photos. He lets you watch in horror for a minute, before you rush over to him, arm reaching out for the pictures. He holds them above your head, as you grab his arm with one hand, the other desperately reaching upwards. J.D sighs contently, he missed your warmth against him.

"J.D— what the hell?! Where did—" Your words die in your throat as you catch a glimpse of your desk. You push J.D away, and begin to scavenge through the stack of photos. There were so many. So many photos of you forging suicide letters, and other compromising evidence that would surely ruin you if they were released.

When the hell did he take this? How did I not notice? You thought to yourself, your hands shaking with adrenaline.

"It's come to this, hm?" JD sighs mockingly, the side of his face hanging over your shoulder. Tears brimmed your eyes, blurring the sight of the incriminating photos of you, that JD had sprawled over the table. You felt his arm tighten around your waist, pushing your back against his chest.

"You can't show this to anyone. We have to throw these away."

"I could happily throw these away, but you'd never know who might find it. It'd be a shame if they were to end up in the wrong hands. Hell, I mean, you'd never know what they'd do with these," JD's piercing stare bore into you, but you shut your eyes, tears now freely rolling down your face. "Make copies... plaster them around the school.. or send them to the cops." He takes the cigarette out his mouth, pushing the lit end against the table before tossing it in the bin nearby.

"God, you're fucking psychotic," You let out a small breath, lower lip quivering as you harshly shoved him. Suddenly, a rigid grip on your jaw forced you closer, your chest pressed against his. You squeeze your eyes shut, another lump choked up in your throat.

"Look at me," J.D whispers softly, sending a cold chill down your spine. You felt his breath on your face as you slowly shook your head.

"C'mon, darling.. please look at me," J.D places a gentle kiss on your cheek, his grip still tight on your jaw and you were sure it was going to leave a mark later. Reluctantly, your eyes fluttered open and your teary gaze met his cold, empty eyes.

"If you really cared me, you wouldn't do this to me," you argued, your lower lip wobbling as a fresh set of tears burned your eyes.

"Sweetheart, I'm doing this because I care about you.. we're meant to be," he replies, as he presses another kiss on your forehead. He releases your head from his suffocating grip, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb. You were a bird trapped in his cage, and he had just clipped your wings.

"You'll see that soon."

#dark.josie #jason dean x reader #jd x reader #jason dean imagine #heathers imagine #heathers x reader #heathers 1989 #jason dean

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tonixe · 10 months

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🥺I’m begging you write more Jason Dean stuff your so good at writing !!

FRIDAY NIGHT

n.o.t.e.s - Yes, Ngl I still love him, even though he fucking crazy, like baeeee! <3

w.a.r. n. - unprotected sex, smut, p in the v, Jason Dean being so sexyyy, with 3 y's.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c - 1.1k

It was 9 pm, on a Friday.

You were bored out of your mind, parents was home and your sibling was out at a sleepover. You cocked your head towards your cherry red telephone, "Calling him won't hurt" you whispered to yourself, before grabbing the handset phone from the base. It was even better that nobody was home, you got to use the landline without anyone listening into your call.

You quickly dialed Jason's number, the beeping sounds making you feel unease, but excited. Pulling the phone to your ear, as you played with the core of the phone.

Part of you wanted him to pick up but another part of you wanted him not to, you were to anxiously to really know. You heard the phone, a noise from the line.

He picked up...

"Hello" he said, before you quickly responded to him, "Hey, Jason!" you said, it came out more as a purr than casual. "What do I own to pleasure to you, Y/N" he said smoothly, his voice made you melt, and feel something wet in your lower abdomen.

"I was wondering if you could swing by my house later, and hangout, I'm bored out of my mind" you said, hugging your pillow to your chest, rubbing your legs together.

You hoped he would say yes. Needed his accompany.

"Sure" he said, you buried yourself more in your pillow, "I guess, I see you there" you said, quickly putting your phone down into the base, with a loud 'ding!'

You took a breath, you didn't know you were holding it for so long. Looking at the window with your white curtains.

You heard the doorbell ring, it was 30 mins after you called Jason, you quickly climbed down the stairs, looking in the mirror, before fixing your hair and your nightgown. Wait was it too weird to wear a nightgown, I mean he is your boyfriend, he would mind, right?

You opened the door, to him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hey" you said before welcoming him into your house, closing the door behind him.

"This is nice place you got" he said before looking at you, "Your acting like you never been here before" you giggled, before leading him into your living room, sitting down, as he joined you.

"Nightgown, how scandalous" he said, looking at your hardened nipples poking out of your light nightgown. After he said that, it made you jolt, as you rubbed your thighs together, before looking away, "I thought you wouldn't mind" you said, "I don't" Jason said, before finishing his cigarette, dusting the burn end on the of the ash tray.

You felt his hand on your thigh, making you jolt from his cold hand. You slowly breathed out, biting your lip.

"Nervous?" Jason teased you, chuckling. As he leaned towards you. "No" you huffed, that was a lie. His hands creeped up towards your thighs, you looked at his hand, flickering toward him and his hand.

"Can I, princess" he whispers in your ear, your back was curved by the arm of the sofa, he was on top of you.

He slowly took off your blue panties off you. Your pussy hitting the cold air, your legs trembling. Jason held up your right leg, before he spread your pussy lips. You moaned out from your lips, the slick getting onto his hand.

"Damn, your wet already" Jason chuckled, "Did you call me just because you were bored or just horny, no parents home too" he muttered.

You put your hands on your face, nervously. "It a yes isn't it" he said, "yes" you muttered out.

"Gosh" he smirk at you, before shoving his fingers down you, making you moan on impact. He thrust his fingers into you. "J-jason" you moaned, putting your hand on his chest.

His finger hitting your G-spot. Making the body tremble, "Ahh" you moaned. He plunged his fingers into you, make you orgasm, liquids dripping off of his fingers, with slick.

Your chest heaving out, putting your head to the side, looking at Jason smug face. "Now that's a record time" he said, licking the juices from his fingers in front you.

You heard him fumbling with his belt, putting the belt around your hand tying it. "Let's remove this" Jason whisper to you, as he strip you of your nightgown, revealing your breast, your nipples getting hard.

You gulped. Jason cupped your breast together, tugging at them. Making you more wet, rubbing your legs together.

Before he stripped himself of his pants, removing his boxers, revealing his big size. Rubbing your legs together anxiously, before Jason pries your legs apart, opening them, laying them onto his shoulder.

"Ready?" he whispers to you, lining up to your pussy. "Yes" you looked away at him, before he plunged himself into you. You moaned out, putting your hand onto your mouth, trying to hide the pleasure you got from this.

His pace was badly slow, like he was trying to make you go crazy. Everytime he thrust, he always purposely avoids your G-spot, you gave him a little glare. You digged your nails in the couch.

"J-jason" you were in tears.

"Hm?" He said, giving you a smug smile.

"Faster" you whispered, "I couldn't hear you, princess" he said.

"Faster, please" you begged him, you clenched onto his cock, making him groaned.

"Since you said please" he said, not even a second later, he thrust into you with more force, making the couch creak.

The sounds of the lewd scene, made you even more wet. Giving him more access to you, he buries he face in your neck, laying love bites on it.

You moaned out from the pleasure, you were getting.

Your back curved over the ledge of the couch, as he rutted againist you. Grunting slipping out of his mouth, "J-jason" you moaned, as you bit your lip, rolling your eyes as he tilted your body, fucking you further.

"What is it princess" he teased, biting your nipple, clenching onto his cock. "I'm close" you whined, putting your legs around his body.

"Good, cum on my dick" he moaned, biting onto your collarbone. You cried out, as he pumped into you more, before you saw white.

Liquid seeped out of cunt, as he thrust further into the area you didn't even know you had. Your body trembled, he thrust into a few more, before pulling out and cumming onto your stomach.

"Fuck" he hissed, your body still trembling, your legs feeling like jelly.

You looked at the mess between your legs, "S-shit I need to clean before my parents come back" you squeaked out before Jason pressed you back on the couch.

"Before you clean it, round two?" he gave you a smug smile.

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little-bumblebeeee · 7 months

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Hey ! Can I requestJason Dean x reader (she/her) where the reader is getting a lot of male attention and Jason get jealous, but reader calm him down and assure him that she love him ect...

Hey!! Sorry it took so long, I'm back in school and it's taking up quite a bit of my time, but I do try to put in a little bit each day when I do have time :) I realize you probably meant that JD and reader (most likely you ;P) were already together, but I went the friends to lovers route :>

JD watches as Kurt and Ram stand on either side of you, leaning next to your locker with sly smiles on their faces. He doesn't care what they're saying, he doesn't care what you're saying. He wants them out of his sight and away from you, he wants them gone. You quickly notice his gaze, dipping between Kurt and Ram grateful to get away from those two as you rush over to your best friend

"Hey, I was wondering where you were!" You say as he keeps his gaze off of you, a sour expression on his face as he closes his locker a little too hard, making some freshman next to him flinch like a gunshot just went off before scrambling away. You know something is wrong immediately as he doesn't act like this often. "Hey, what's going on?" You ask him, leaning back against the locker next to him, leaning so your face comes into his vision. JD takes a deep breath through his nose, trying not to lash out at you, as he knows you did nothing wrong. But he can't stop the fire burning within him, up his back and chest and into his brain, making his whole intentions fuzzy with pure anger. He shouldn't be this jealous over his best- and only- friend, you should be able to flirt with people, be flirted with, go on dates with anyone you want without him hating them with a burning passion that rivals even the hottest flames of hell.

"JD, come on. Are you alright?" You ask him. You have no idea what gets him like this, you just hope it's not something you did. He takes a couple deep breaths, scrunching his eyes shut. His chest feels like it's caving in, just breathe, in and out, in and out, in and- fuck it. "No, why would I be? All the time, I have to watch guys flock to you like you're some sort of goddess, I can't stand it!" He says, hitting his locker by accident. Well, you think it's an accident. "What? You're not my boyfriend, you have no right to be jealous of guys that I don't even like." You say, crossing your arms. It pains you to say it, but it was a knee-jerk reaction. One that you wish you could've thought about, because now you kinda seem like a jerk to the boy you like who also just happens to be your best friend. He sighs, rolling his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "But I want to be. That's the whole damn point, I don't want to watch these guys crowd around you all the time, call me selfish but I want it to just be me." He says.

You're stunned, you can feel your face go both cold and hot at the same time, you don't even know what to do. "What?" You finally manage to say. "Yes!" He says in an exasperated tone of voice. The bell rings and he walks away, only for you to follow him. "JD, come on, don't just walk away!" You say, and you can't help the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. When you finally catch up to him, he looks even more annoyed than before, and this time it is kind of at you. "Why the hell are you smiling? This is funny to you?" He spits, and you smile only wider."Im tired of them too, but that's not the point." You say. JD looks kind of pissed, but he's going to listen to what you say, because you're the only person he'd ever trust, and he doesn't want to change that now. "The point is, that I love you, Jason." You tell him. His whole face becomes one of shock and just.. awe. "What." He says, it doesn't even sound like a question.

"I said I love you. And only you. So-" You start, but the bell rings again. The halls are empty and the school security guard starts to do that slow waddle/walk thing towards you both, so you both bolt in separate directions and try to get to class before you're caught without hall passes. You might have gotten to class late, and your teacher is totally pissed, but you could really care less.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 1 year

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Study Date (poly! Veronica Sawyer x reader x Jason Dean)

Description: you have a study date with your partners Veronica and JD

A/N: I rewatched Heathers again and got this idea for a fic, and although I'm pretty convinced this is super crappy I figured I might as well put out some sort of content

Warnings: smoking, dark humor

"Ugh, this is so boring," you complained as you watched Veronica review over her notes in preparation for an upcoming test.

"It's math, it's not supposed to be exciting," she responded before flipping to another page.

JD chuckled, observing the two of you before pulling a cigarette from his coat and going to light it.

"Jason, you can't smoke in here!" You scolded as you snatched the cigarette from his mouth.

He frowned before picking up another one. "Why not?"

"Because this is my house, and if my parents find out they're going to be pissed. Now give me your lighter so you won't be tempted." You held your hand out, gesturing towards the lighter he was holding.

He let out a small laugh, assuming you were joking before he realized you weren't. "Aw, come on, you can't be serious."

"I very much am, unless you want to explain to my parents why their house smells like cigarette smoke. Now hand it over."

Veronica held back a laugh as she watched JD reluctantly give you his beloved lighter.

"Thank you, very much," you said as you tucked it into your backpack.

"Well, now I'm bored," JD commented.

"Maybe if you pulled out your textbook and studied for tomorrow's test you wouldn't be," Veronica suggested as she held up her book.

"I don't need to study, I'm sure I'll do fine," he said as he tapped his fingers on the table. "Man, I could really use a smoke right about now."

"See? He's taking the same test we are, why doesn't he have to study?" You asked as Veronica took your copy of the textbook out of your bag.

"Because he's a delinquent who gets himself in trouble on purpose, that's why," she said while handing it to you. "Here's your book, now study."

"This is lame," you mumbled as you sunk down low in your seat.

"Tell me about it. If I had known things were going to be this boring I would have found somebody to piss me off so I'd have an excuse to fake a suicide. At least that would excite me," he joked.

You laughed loudly before seeing the look of judgment on your girlfriend's face. "Ahem, I mean, that's not funny JD, shame on you," you fake lectured while he snorted at your antics.

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes before tapping on the textbook in front of you. "Study."

You crossed your arms over you chest and huffed. "But I don't wanna. Can't I just study later?"

"Study later- the test is tomorrow! How much time do you think you're going to have between now and then to study if you wait?"

You shrugged your shoulders, your boyfriend letting out an amused chuckle as you did so.

"I mean, she's not wrong," he pointed out.

"Oh, shut up JD, you have no room to talk," Veronica huffed, JD holding his hands up in surrender as she did so.

"Why is this so important to you?" You ask as you watch her furiously scribble in the margins of her textbook. "You've never been that much of a stickler when it comes to grades before, so why start now?"

"Because-" she sighed, setting down her pencil, "-when we graduate high school I'm probably going to move somewhere else to go to college, and I don't want you guys to get left behind. That's all."

You and JD shared a look. You'd never thought of it that way before. I mean, sure, Sherwood wasn't the worst place in the world, but it certainly wasn't the best either. The thought of you and JD getting stuck there, barely scraping to get by while Veronica was off seeing the world sent a shiver down your spine.

"Alright, fair enough." If it really meant that much Veronica that you study, then that's what you'd do.

Her face softened into a grateful smile, watching as you opened up your textbook to the notes page. She reached her hand across the table and set it down on yours, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Thanks, honey. I really appreciate it."

"Just know, I'm only doing this for you, okay? There's literally no one else in the world that could convince me to do math homework for them."

Veronica let out a small chuckle before turning her gaze to JD, who had stolen back his lighter and was casually smoking a cigarette.

"Jason!" You exclaimed, reaching over to snatch it from his mouth while Veronica laughed.

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Jason Dean meet your Ex partner

Okay it's JD.

If your Ex hasn't died after the meeting, it's been a really good day.

And if they don't have any injuries it's a miracle.

It all started when you and JD were drinking slush on 7 11

And then a very familiar person entered the scene.

Your asshole ex.

You and Ex didn't have the best relationship. They were a racist jerk who started spreading gossip about you when you wanted to break up with them.

Fortunately, eventually their family moved to another state and you were finally able to have some peace.

But now they were back.

JD could immediately see on your face that you were not happy to see this person.

Maybe he would even know who the person was.

JD and you had been talking a lot.

The bad luck continued when your ex came to talk to you.

( So bad luck from the point of view of the ex. )

And they were still as bad as when they left.

JD is planning a murder at this point.

He's a canon yandere.

Your Ex is a problem that needs to be removed.

If it wasn't 7 11 he could shoot the ex right away.

JD wanted to talk to your ex alone.

After that, Ex looked really traumatized.

JD refused to say what he said to the ex.

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carlisles-girl · 5 months

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hi! i saw your requests were open and was wondering if i could get some headcanons for jd x reader where the reader is taller than him?? gender neutral please and thank you :)

a/n: after like a 1.5 years i’m back lol hope you like it <3

Jason Dean Dating Someone Taller Than Him Headcannons

Jason honestly wouldn’t mind at all, he finds that being with someone who is taller than him comforting in a way.

Since you’re taller and he’s shorter, he views you as this blanket of security and warmth, believing that you can protect him in some way.

He definitely clings to you, for sure.

Him wearing your sweaters !!

JD ends up stealing your sweaters most of the time, and it definitely began when you both were watching a movie.

It was the beginning of winter, not too cold, but still cold nonetheless, and as you and Jason were huddled together, you noticed the small vibrations of shivers coming from him.

“Cold?”

“No…”

You rolled your eyes at him before you got up, telling him that you’ll be right back, and went to your room to get one of your warmest sweaters.

You came back, and tossed the sweater over at Jason.

“What’s this?”

“Guess. Put it on, I know you’re cold.”

After a few more movies, you both eventually fell asleep, and when the two of you woke up, JD’s dad had called your house phone requesting that he come home.

JD left in a rush, with a kiss on the cheek from you, and within the rush he forgot to give back your sweater to you.

Whilst driving home on his motorcycle, he remembered that he had your sweater but was already closer to his house than yours.

Later that night, JD went to bed with your sweater on, the scent of your cologne/perfume luring him to sleep like a sleeping potion.

After that, it became a bad habit of his to return your sweater in exchange for another one.

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ghostwoe · 7 months

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jason dean masterlist

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COMING SOON !

#jason dean x reader #jason dean imagines #jason dean imagine #jd x reader #jd imagines #jd imagine #slashers x reader #slashers imagines #slashers imagine #jason dean #jd #slashers

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retrointhenow · 2 years

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Veronica : Has anyone told you that you're a strange and dangerous person ?

JD : Constantly

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softie-rain · 2 years

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Hi 👋🏾 it's me again lmao so this is my request I was hoping if you could do a JD x black female reader one and like they were together and he cheated on her with Veronica [bad JD🥲] and can you include these numbers from the angst prompt 3,5,6,8 and 10 sorry if this is a lot I hope you can do my request and I hope you have a great day 😊 💜

Only love can hurt like this

pairings: jason dean x black!fem!reader

warnings: mention of racism, cheating and strong language

summary: you knew something was off with jd... you just would never thought it was for that.

a/n: i really hope i did it good and since it was my first time writing with black reader, please tell me if i have wrote anything that can be considered offensive or that you don't like, and i'll make sure to fix it.

also you didn't specify the ending so i hope it's ok how i choose it 😭

is this out of character? probably. do i care? no.

prompt used:

3) "You're a mess." "I'm not a mess." "I can tell you've been crying."

5)"You're here." "I'm here. Just like I promised."

6)"You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It's shouldn't be so hard to let you go."

8)"Every time I see you I just feel more alone."

10)"I can never do anything right, can I ?!"

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You always compared loving JD to a ride on a rollercoaster.

You loved him, you really did. But he was a very… difficult person to love. But you didn't blame him. He had a tough life since the day he was born (according to you at least), damned to live with his father.

In a way, your mother has always told you the same thing about yourself -for different reasons- on those days when you'd come back home crying because of insults from older kids, that you couldn't understand yet.

But JD didn't care. He never did. He loved you, "more than anything or anyone I've ever loved." And that was enough for you.

But it wasn't for him apparently.

A whole week had passed since you found out he had cheated on you with no one else but Mrs. Veronica Sawyer herself.

You had nothing against her, hell you still didn't. You thought she was a nice girl -she had pulled that prank on Martha, but she was definitely nicer than the other Heathers- and you couldn't bring yourself to blame her.

For some reason, it was all JD's fault. And technically it was.

"I knew it wasn't going to last long." Chandler's voice was meaner than usual the morning you found out. And to be meaner than usual, it meant a lot since it was her.

You turned to look at her confused. "What?" Heather let a short laugh escape her mouth, smirking. "You and Jesse James. I mean, I knew it was gonna end soon because it's you, and it's obvious he was going to look for someone better, so really, you can be that surprised."

You kept staring at her. It wasn't the first time Heather Chandler picked up on you for your and JD relationship. She despised him, but if there was someone he despised more than him, that was you.

Besides, you weren't surprised. Just completely oblivious to what she was talking about. "Heather, me and JD are still dating." Duke started giggling, but was immediately interrupted by Heather's deathly stare. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." She added, turning back to you again.

"Not for long, at least." And with that, the three of them left, leaving you standing confused in the school hallways.

You didn't think much about it, thinking she had been messing with you. Still, on the way home, you heard your name being called. "Y/n?" Veronica called you from behind.

"Hey Veronica. Need something?" She was acting weird. She was nervous, fidgeting with her fingers, not meeting your eyes. "I'm- I'm sorry, I really am. We weren't thinking, and I just- I was pissed, and he didn't say no I'm- It's all my fault, I'm so sorry." She mumbled.

You raised an eyebrow. "Veronica, what are you talking about?" She almost looked like she was about to cry.

"Uhm, me and JD, we, we had sex." Oh. "Oh."

Veronica nodded, not knowing what to do. "I had a small fight with Heather, and I don't know why I went to JD. He comforted me, one thing led to the other and we ended up naked in his bed. I'm so sorry y/n I really am, I should have never done that, I know." You could tell she felt miserable about it.

You didn't know what to say, so you just told her not to worry and that you were glad she told you. And then just left, running home and closing yourself in your room.

Where you obviously started crying. Why? I mean, you knew why. But why?

He told you so many times he loved you, that he would have denied himself even to Aphrodite herself.

Guess Veronica Sawyer didn't count though.

You lied in bed, exhausted. You loved JD, worshipped him almost. And you knew for sure that he worshipped you -not sure anymore.

You got up and went to look at yourself in the mirror. Crying didn't suit you for sure, you were pretty much a mess.

You went back to bed when you heard your window opening. No. You thought. Not now. "Hey." He said softly, making his way into your room and laying in bed next to you, cuddling you. "Weren't we supposed to meet at Snappy Snack Shack after school?" Right.

"I forgot. Sorry." Couldn't he just leave you alone in your sadness and loneliness?

"You're a mess." You heard him say suddenly.

"I'm not a mess." You answered, denying your previous thought. "I can tell you've been crying." He mumbled in your hair, kissing your hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked. You shook your head. "Nothing."

"You're a terrible liar, darling."

"Yeah well, it seems you are a great one" You didn't mean to say that. But you did.

"Hm?" He murmured confused. "What are you talking about?" You turned to face him. It was now or never.

"Veronica stopped to talk to me after school." You began, and you could see his eyes widened. "She told me everything. But I'd like to hear it from you too."

Lie. You didn't want to. You knew it was going to hurt like hell, hearing him say those words. But you asked him anyway, because a part of you didn't want to believe it.

He hid his face in his hands, avoiding your look. "I'm sorry y/n I'm- I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what JD?"

He looked at you. "Please don't make me say it."

Slowly, the sadness was starting to be replaced by anger. An anger you believed you had all the right to feel.

"So you can do it but you can't say it?" You asked him. He took your hand to kiss it, leaning in to move the kisses all up your arm. "Please. I'm sorry." He said in between each kiss.

You took away your arm from his lips. "Say it, Jason."

He closed his eyes, and looked down once again. "I'm sorry I cheated on you." He whispered. You held back the tears that wanted to fall down once again. "Get out."

You said simply. He looked at you but didn't move. "I said. Get out." He shook his head. "No."

"JD." You said, trying to stay calm. "Get the fuck out. I don't wanna do this now."

He laughed. "You don't wanna do this now? Then when, y/n? When? You and I both know you'll never want to talk about this, so we may as well do this now."

You got up and went to the window he came in by. "I don't care. You screwed up badly, and I don't want to talk about it now."

He laughed again. "Screwed up badly? Because I fucked Veronica Sawyer once?"

And there, you just lost it.

"Yes JD, because you fucked her! I don't care if it was one time, or two, or whether you want, you had sex with her, you cheated on me, and that won't change!"

"It was a mistake, I made a mistake, that's true, but you can't just give up on us for this!"

"I sure as hell can! And I'm not giving up on you, I just need time!"

He was now standing too, taking deep breaths. You were starting to get slightly scared. You knew how he could get when he lost control over his anger, but he never took it out on you.

You were always the one to calm him down.

"I can never do anything right, can I ?!" He yelled. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

He runs a hand through his hair, getting closer to you. "This is just the perfect excuse to leave me, isn't it? God, I knew you were going to soon or later. This was just the last straw of patience you had left for me uh? You can't stand me anymore, just say it."

You reached him so that you were now standing a few inches from each other. You could feel his heavy breath on your face.

"Listen." You said. "It's not like that." You put your hand on his chest, almost to stop him from saying anything else. "I love you Jason Dean. And I have all the patience of the world -as you say it- with you. And this is not an excuse to leave you."

You gently pushed him away. "So please try to understand that between you and me, right now, I'm the victim more than you are." Was he even the victim at all?

He didn't say anything. Just looked at you, tears evident in his eyes, and left from the window. He stopped in your backyard and looked up, but you were already back on your bed, hugging your knees.

And so there you were, one week later, at your locker. When you opened it, a note fell from it. Another one.

You didn't bother opening it, knowing who it was from and what it said. Some heartbreaking apology probably, by Jason. You refused to talk to him the last few days, even if he tried. So he just kept leaving notes in your locker hoping you'd open them.

You didn't.

Once your last period was over you, as usual, walked home. Actually, usually JD took you home with his bike. You hated that you missed him, because oh, you did.

But you hated him for it. And you hated yourself. And the stupid feeling of sadness that wasn't leaving you, ever.

It wasn't just that you missed him. You missed the way he made you feel. Loved, special, like you belonged to each other. And for a while, you believed the bullshit he told you.

Who knows, maybe he actually believed him too. But his actions spoke very differently from his words. Yet you would have lied to yourself if you said you didn't think about forgiving him.

Having him back, being back in his arms. All you always wanted and craved, back to you. And as summoned, you heard his voice calling for you. He was on his bike, riding slowly so that he could keep up with you.

"Y/n? Can we talk please?" You didn't answer and just kept walking. "Darling c'mon. I just want to talk. Nothing more." He insisted. You stopped in track and so did he, jumping off his bike and going to you. "Meet me at that small park behind my house, ok? In, uh, three hours. Hm?"

You took your time to give him an answer. He was right, in some way. You had to talk about it, soon or later. And besides, the worst that could happen is that you'll be back as things already were: you ignoring him and him desperately trying to get you back.

You nodded. "Promise me. Please." He was begging, again. It was something he did a lot lately.

"I promise I'll be there." You said. More like your lips moved before you could stop them, but you did anyway. "Thank you." He said, betraying a smile he was trying to hold.

Three hours later you were looking for him at said park, already regretting your choice. He was sitting on a bench, waiting for you.

"You're here." He said once he saw you. "I'm here. Just like I promised." You replied, less cold than you intended.

He moved so you could sit with him. "Look. I know I fucked up. I had no right in saying those things I told you that day, and I understand if you're mad at me. I mean, of course you are.

"I don't know why I did what I did. Maybe a part of me like Veronica- But not more than I love you. I thought that I could have done it without you. Damn pride, I really thought I could.

"But I can't. I was alone before, you brought a light in my life, and now every time I see you I just feel more alone."

He took your hands in his, he wasn't even trying to hide his tears anymore. "I love you, y/n. And I understand if you don't want to forgive me, but at least consider it?"

You bit your lip nervously. Was he lying? No. JD may have been a good liar, but he never cried. He was telling the truth.

Your mind wanted to explode. You didn't know what to do. If you forgave him, you could come back on being the couple you were before. Weird for sure. But happy, as you've never been. Still, you'd have the constant doubt if he would cheat on you again.

On the other hand, if you didn't forgive him, he would go back to being alone, as he stated, and you'd come back to not feeling loved. But at least you knew you couldn't get more heart-broken.

You gently rubbed your finger on his hand, and he immediately looked up at you. You kept staring at your intertwined hands.

"You're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be. It shouldn't be so hard to let you go."

You said. You slowly raised your head meeting his eyes, a hint of hope in them.

"But you have to understand that what you did really hurt me, JD. More than you think."

He nodded, kissing your cheek. "I know. I know it did."

You caressed his cheek. "I can't forgive you JD." You told him simply, and you could see the light in his eyes slowly fading out.

Still, he nodded again, accepting your answer. "Ok, I understand. I respect your decision and-" He choked on his words, keeping a sob from coming out. "-and I just wish you the best darling."

You chuckled. "You didn't let me finish, dumbass." He raised an eyebrow confused. "I can't forgive you. But we can try again, and we can learn to trust each other again." You explained to him.

He smiled at you. Without even giving you the time of reacting he kissed your lips, hugging tight and close to him. You could feel his tears wetting your own cheeks and lips, but you didn't care. You were finally back in his arms.

"Thank you." He breathed out, leaning his forehead on yours. "Thank you. I promise I'll do everything to gain your trust back." He whispered.

You smiled and gave him another quick kiss. "Yeah that's the least." You mumbled. In response he just chuckled, and shut you with another kiss.

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