Could you write (can be either one shot or headcanons whatever you want) of JD having a crush on you while you're friends but you just being completely oblivious.
-Thank you and have a nice day!
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Bags (Jason Dean x Reader)
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At the end of the day, you'd finally get it.
At least, that's what JD told himself when the sun shone through his curtains every morning.
Today just had to be the day you'd notice something, and you'd finally put the puzzle pieces together. Except instead of it being a puzzle with a thousand pieces, it was more like a puzzle with less than a dozen.
JD was dumbfounded every single day at sundown when he'd realize that another day has passed that you didn't catch on. Along with dumbfounded, it left him frustrated.
How in the world was he supposed to make it even more obvious that he liked you?
He had done everything, yet nothing worked. Nothing just came crystal clear to you.
"Wanna share a smoke?" He'd offered, leaning on his motorcycle, already lighting said cigarette.
It was a standard night for the two of you. JD would take you out after dinner, or sometimes even for dinner, and you'd hang out, talking and laughing about anything and everything.
Tonight, the laughter and jokes brought you right back to the Snappy Snap Shack parking lot. Typical.
"I'll have a puff or two, I guess." You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Upcoming exams were weighing on your mind, so it wouldn't hurt to share a smoke with your best friend.
JD smiled, taking a drag before exhaling the smoke through his nostrils. He handed you the cigarette, watching as your fingers delicately held it before bringing it up to your lips. He smiled when the thought that you two had technically 'kissed' had swam through his mind.
"What's so amusing?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
You hummed, taking your second drag before handing the smoke back to JD. Taking the cigarette between his fingers, he studied the slight stain of your lipstick that adorned the filter.
"What, you don't think I have cooties do you?"
JD laughed, a genuine laugh that you'd noticed he'd been showing around you more often.
"No, of course not, you just left your lipstick behind."
" 'Of course not' ?" You asked, wondering what he meant by that. He lifted his gaze to you, realizing what he had said, hoping that you got the hint this time.
"Yeah, you know..."
Silence hung in the air between you two, JD's heartbeat quickening with every second that passed. He was more anxious than excited, really. He wanted you to know how he felt despite the fact that if you didn't feel the same for him, he'd at least have an answer.
"Well, we do share drinks and straws sometimes."
Your answer almost made him roll his eyes and groan in front of you but he contained himself to avoid further questioning.
"Yeah, I guess so."
Finishing the smoke off and dropping it to the dry pavement below him, you both stood under the neon lights, comfortable in the silence that embraced the two of you. The night wasn't too cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. JD's coat had kept him almost a bit too warm for his comfort, but he kept it on, awaiting the opportunity to give it to you if you'd even shivered once.
It was like he had spoken of the devil, as a brush of wind had just walked by you the wrong way, making you lightly curse under your breath.
"Want my jacket?" He offered, already starting to take it off his shoulders.
Lightly shaking your head, you replied, "Nah, I'm okay. I think we should head home, though. It's getting pretty late."
"Can I stay over tonight?"
"You don't even have to ask."
Closing and locking the front door behind you with your key, you kicked your shoes off while shoving them in a somewhat neat position away from the door's proximity. Following your actions, JD did the same.
JD followed you into the kitchen, watching as you poured him the drink he preferred without him having to remind you. He smiled at the miniscule gesture, leaning his elbow on the counter, bending over slightly, and resting his chin on his palm. Pouring your own glass, you set the two on the counter in front of JD while grabbing some snacks from a nearby cabinet.
Hearing your silent request, he grabbed both glasses in his hands and traced your steps into the living room to watch some TV. There was usually a station, targeted to teens who stayed up late, that played some John Hughes' movies or other movies of a similar genre.
Tonight, turning on the television with your remote and scanning the channels, you found the one you were looking for, clicking the 'enter' button. The Breakfast Club was playing, which was one of JD's guilty pleasure movies.
Though, tonight, he wasn't feeling it. He didn't really feel like watching TV, he'd much rather just lay on the couch with you and talk until you both fell asleep. However, this did give JD an opportunity to watch how you react to certain scenes to a movie you've both watched a dozen times together.
With the light from the TV on your face, JD leaned back into the couch to make it seem less obvious that he was staring at you. Yes, he liked you, and he wanted you to know, but he didn't want you to think of him as weird for staring at you instead of the screen.
He was bored, truly. He had gotten tired of the same routine over and over, but he was glad that it was at least with you.
"You know, The Heathers are having a party tomorrow night." You said, leaning back beside JD, and turning your face towards him with a small smile.
"And you wanna go to a Heathers party?"
"Do you have anything better we could do?"
Thinking for a moment, he turned his body to full face you, still leaning on the back of the couch on one side.
"We could always stay in your room, or mine, and just talk."
You sighed, mirroring his actions and turning your body to face him.
"We do that almost everyday, though. Wouldn't be nice to do something different? We've never gone to a Heathers party."
JD stared into your eyes for a couple moments, taking in the colours and then the expression on your face.
Letting some air fall out of his mouth before bringing his gaze down to his hands.
"Alright, which Heather's house is it at?"
The next day, a Saturday, JD woke up before you as usual. Cleaning up any empty chip or popcorn bags you both had eaten the night prior, and washing the glasses used for your drinks.
Folding the blanket he had used to fall asleep, you opened your eyes and then frantically shot up.
"Oh my god, what time is it?"
JD laughed seeing the look on your face.
"Relax, you have a ton of time to get ready."
"You still have to shower?" It was more than a question than a statement.
"I already did, don't worry."
Some food, makeup, hairspray, and a bunch of clothes thrown on your bedroom floor JD kicked back on your bed, reading a book you had laying around.
"What am I honestly supposed to wear?"
JD looked up, seeing you in your bathrobe with your hair and makeup done, and a crease in between your eyebrows.
"Clothes?"
"Very funny. I have so many clothes but not enough outfits. And I can't wear red because that's Heather Chandler's colour; can't wear green because that's Heather Duke's colour; can't wear yellow because that's Heather McNamara's colour; and I can't wear blue because that's Veronica's colour."
"There's always purple."
"Yeah, but I'm not the queen."
JD looked at you with furrowed eyebrows but an almost open smile on his face.
"Wearing a specific colour to a high school party isn't a big deal."
"It is for the Heathers."
Sighing, JD got up, placing the book down on your bed.
"There's nothing wrong with some black and white."
"I'm not trying to look like your identical twin here."
"Then just wear white."
Getting off the back of JD's motorcycle, JD grabbed his pack of beer and led the way to Heather McNamara's front door. After a few steps, he turned back to see you standing in the same spot.
"Nervous?"
Seeing you nod your head, JD walked back towards you, placing his 6-pack on the pavement. He took his coat off placing it over your shoulders, letting you put your arms through the sleeves by yourself.
"I won't leave you by yourself unless you ask me to."
With the reassurance, you smiled at him. He picked up his beer again, extending his hand for you to take. Taking his hand with gratitude, you then held onto his arm as you both walked into the McNamara residence.
The elegant place, adorned with white walls and golden accent decor, reeked of beer, vodka and rum. Though you could still somewhat make out the original scent of vanilla faintly lingering in the air.
Seeing more and more people in your vision the longer you looked, the more you clasped onto JD's arm. The apples of his cheeks warmed up, holding onto your hand tighter before taking you into the kitchen.
There were less people here surprisingly, minus the couple people making out with each other on or against the counters. Opening his box of beer, he dragged the ice box of the bottom of the fridge open, thanking god no one thought to place their drinks in here at all. He placed the cans in the freezer, leaving one for himself on the floor. He hid them by placing whatever bags of frozen vegetables Heather had before closing the drawer with his boot.
"Want anything?" He asked, opening the fridge looking for any left-behinds someone left.
"Is there any vodka?"
"Vodka-cran?" He asked, to which you nodded. He chuckled to himself about your basic drink choice, but knew you were just playing it safe while you're here.
"Well, if it isn't the goth couple." A deep voice said from the entrance of the kitchen. You turned around knowing exactly who it was. Heather Chandler stood with her hands on her hips, her devilish lips painted red to match her scrunchy and red dress. Black tights and red heels clacking against the tiles made their way to you.
She was so effortlessly evil, but glamourous. The thought of her not even having to take her time while getting ready made you roll your eyes in annoyance.
"A white dress is certainly a... an interesting choice for a party with drinks." Heather sneered, tucking one of her blonde curls away from her face to get a better view of your outfit.
"Mind your business, won't you, Chandler?" JD snapped, taking a swig of his beer.
Heather laughed, looking in between the both of you, noticing JD's jacket on you.
"So you've finally made it official, huh? Took you long enough, Dean. Nice to see you actually have a pair of balls on you. Just a shame Ram's not gonna have his turn with her now."
You furrowed your eyebrows what she meant by anything she said, but before you could properly ask, she was gone around the corner. You turned to face JD who had handed you your drink before walking away briskly.
So much for not leaving you by yourself unless you asked.
You hugged JD's jacket around you before making your way through the house, hopeful to find a familiar, friendly face somewhere.
JD, however, made his way to the garden in the back, away from the loud music and his classmates yelling to collect his thoughts. He was upset that it wasn't even him that got to tell you about his feelings, but Heather Chandler, of all people. Afraid of losing you and your friendship with him, he took a chug of his drink, before looking up at the stars. The night was chill, but not much wind. Would you make fun of him, laughing along with Heather Chandler for thinking he even had a chance? He'd never had these fears before, so he was chalking up these thoughts to the alcohol plaguing his mind.
Not even a full beer in, and he was already letting it affect him. Cheap.
Inside, you found Heather McNamara in the bathroom. A glass of white wine in her hand, crying on the ledge of the bathtub. You closed the door behind you, sitting on the toilet cover, and placing your glass on the sink counter.
"Heather? What happened?" Though you two had drifted apart in recent years, you'd never let your first childhood best friend cry by herself at her own party.
"It's just something stupid, really." She cried, taking a sip of wine from her glass. Mascara littered under her eyes, and you got a little bit of toilet paper to fix up anything you could.
"You can always talk to me." You softly smiled, bringing your legs up to sit crisscross.
Heather nodded slightly, putting her glass down between her legs, but shill holding onto it with her hands.
"It's just Ram. Heather told him about you and JD, and he got all upset."
You blinked, confused what she had meant by 'you and JD'. Though, to not change the topic in your favour, you instead asked, "What do you mean he got upset? I thought you two were together."
Not being able to look at you in the eye, she sighed, "That's what I thought, too. I guess going to the fair and dinner dates don't mean anything to guys when they truly like someone else."
The gears in your brain started working for once, realizing that Ram liked you. Not Heather, his assumed girlfriend by everyone else, and your old best friend.
"I can always beat him up for you." You offered jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. To your relief, Heather chuckled, finally looking at you.
"No, that's okay. Thank you, though." She brought her glass up to her lips once again, before a thought came to the front of her mind, "How long have you and JD been together?"
The question made you choke on your own drink, needing a couple coughs before being able to breathe, as well as talk.
"JD? We're not together. Just friends."
Heather raised her eyebrow at you, before mouthing a sarcastic 'okay' into her glass.
"What?" You laughed.
"You really don't see it?"
Shaking your head, Heather sighed, placing her hand in yours.
"Look in the mirror, you're literally wearing his jacket. And if you still don't see it, ask anybody. But better yet, go talk to him."
Standing up, you asked Heather if she'd be okay if you left her alone for a couple minutes, to which she nodded her head, telling you to take your time.
Making your way out of the bathroom and down the stairs, you excused yourself passed your drunken classmates as you looked around for JD. He wasn't in the living room, nor the kitchen. And you knew he wouldn't be caught in a locked bedroom with a faceless girl. That's just not who he was.
The only place left to check was the garden in the backyard. When you were kids, you and Heather would regularly hang out here, looking for different types of bugs, more specifically lady bugs.
Turning the corner around the rose bush, sat on the bench was JD and a couple empty beer cans.
"JD?"
He looked up, almost embarrassed that you'd caught him like this.
"I promise I'm not an alcoholic." He said defensively, putting the half empty beer can down on the bench beside him.
"I know you're not, don't worry, I'm not going to make fun of you."
"Is everything okay?" You asked, sitting down next to him.
"Not really." Not expecting such quick honesty, you placed your glass on the edge of one of the cement bush pots and sat closer to JD, showing that he had your full attention. JD noticed and sighed, looking away from you before mumbling something under his breath.
Choosing to ignore what he mumbled, you pressed him.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
JD looked back at you, his waterline about to overflow with tears. Noticing this, you brought him into a hug which he reciprocated. You knew expressing his emotions wasn't a big thing JD was taught growing up, so even seeing him on the verge of tears was the biggest step in your friendship thus far. He had always been there for you when you were upset, now it was your turn to do the same for him.
"I didn't even get to tell you." He said holding onto you tighter than before, as if you were about to get up and leave if he said any more.
Bringing your hand up to his hair, gently playing with it, you asked, "Tell me what?"
Taken aback, JD pulled away, looking into your eyes to see if you were playing a game with him.
"Chandler literally said it to your face." He basically spat, her name in his mouth tasting bitter.
Remembering her comments in the kitchen from earlier, you put your hands in your lap.
"Yeah, I honestly don't even know what she meant by that. Like, the telling Ram thing I understand now because I talked to Heather McNamara about it because along with me and everyone else, I thought they were together, but I guess not."
"They're not?" JD asked, surprise evident in his voice. You shook your head before shrugging your shoulders, "I guess not."
"But both Heather Chandler and McNamara both said something about you and me. Like, they think we're more than friends."
JD stayed quiet, avoiding your eyes at all costs, afraid of what might come next. This was not how he expected nor wanted you to finally catch on. Of course the time you would would be at a Heathers party.
"So...you finally caught on, then?"
"Caught onto what?" You asked, confusion flooding your eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"What?" You half-laughed.
"Is it not obvious enough?" He asked.
"I'm lost."
"Can I tell you something?"
You nodded, before JD took your hands in his own making you promise him that if you didn't like what he was about to say, that you wouldn't run off, laugh at him, and even more so, stop being friends with him completely.
"Okay, now you're freaking me out. You're not like a serial killer and I'm your next victim, am I?"
JD smiled, looking down. "No, of course not. I'm just making sure you won't be upset with me after I tell you this."
You urged him to continue, to which he closed his eyes before taking a deep breath in, then out. Crickets in the garden were playing their night song, and laughter and music from inside could be heard. The moon was out, and it illuminated the both of you in a silver glow like you were actors on a stage.
"I really like you, and I have for a very long time. Ever since I came to Westerburg."
You finally got it. Every small thing he'd offer, every favour, it all made sense now. You rolled your eyes at yourself for not realizing sooner. Remembering you promised not to judge him, your eyes widened, realizing he could've taken your eye roll as something targeted to him.
"That wasn't targeted to you." You quickly explained, your heart beating quicker than ever before. But you weren't quite sure if it was because you realized your mistake or if it was because your best friend likes you.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I just, can't believe it's taken me until now to realize that you like me."
"Is this good or bad?"
"You're asking a lot of questions."
"I'm anxious, okay? Sorry."
Silence surrounded the both of you, before a small brush of wind hit the wind chimes, but also JD, making him shiver slightly. Taking off his jacket, you handed it back to him, draping it over his shoulders.
"And for the record, JD, I like you, too. I just didn't want to misinterpret you being nice to me as a friend as you liking me in case I was wrong."
JD smiled at this, bringing his hands back into yours once more.
"Are you free next Friday?"
"Unless I'm hanging out with you, yes."