#jd fluff

[youaintnothinbuta]

Jd - “How’d you know it was me?”

Summary: you climb into Jd’s room after your horrible encounter with Kurt and ram in the cow pasture, crying.

Pairing: Jason ‘Jd’ Dean x reader

Warnings: murder plotting? Fluff? Idk it’s Jd what do you expect

Word count: 271

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Jd was woken from his midnight slumber by the familiar sound of his window being forced open, accompanied by muffled sniffles.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” His voice had a slight rasp, not having spoken for a few hours prior.

Through your tears, you managed to mumble, “How’d you know it was me? What if I was a murderer or a robber?”feeling around the dark room as you made your way to his bed.

Chuckling softly, Jd replied, “Murderers don't usually break into houses whilst crying. What’s wrong?” Pulling you close to his chest, he gently brushed your hair away from your tear-streaked face. A hesitant sniffle escaped your nose as you mumbled, “Promise you won't get mad?”

I don’t do promises.

“I promise, baby.”

“Kurt an-and Ram. They— well the heathers called me and— they left me alone with—“ you choppily tried your best to explain what happened. Jd took a very deep breath, your head rising and falling with his body as he did so.

I’m going to kill them. Literally kill them.

“I’m sorry, baby, you can cry, it’s okay, you’re safe with me now.” Jd whispered, kissing the top of your head. You winced, letting yourself cry while being coddled in Jd’s arms. Eventually, you managed to regain control over your breathing, your sobs subsiding. Sniffing softly, you mustered the courage to make a simple request, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

“Yes, darling.”

Jd drew you even closer to his body, getting comfortable again to sleep with you in his embrace. You pressed your face against his chest and shut your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off into sleep.

[classica-meretrix]

"But I Liked The Dinosaurs"

pairing: jason dean x fem!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: jd hates dinosaurs confirmed summary: jd's lil darling has different ideas about the dinos a/n: this was my actual reaction to this line lol

"I mean, today was great," JD protested. "Chaos is great. Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling."

His tone was teasing as he said the last part, leaning towards me. He wore his signature devilish smirk, pride glimmering in his eyes. I felt my expression twisting, my arms folding over my chest as I looked up at him.

"But I liked the dinosaurs," I said without any thought, pouting at his apparent appreciation of their demise.

His brows knitted together, though his smile stayed firmly in place as he dropped his head slightly to one side.

"What was that, darling?"

"I liked the dinosaurs," I repeated.

He smiled down at the ground with a chuckle before meeting my eyes once again. He stepped towards me, taking my hand.

"Of course you do." JD leaned down to kiss my forehead, pulling me to my feet in the process. "Why don't we go for a walk. Will that cheer you up?"

"Maybe..." I replied, failing to hide my smile. He gazed down at me adoringly, tightening his grip on me.

"I love you," he mumbled through another forehead kiss.

[velvetdaisies333]

could you do jason dean dating a reader who’s shorter than him? fem or gender neutral is fine! :3

a/n: this one got a little spicy my apologies but hope you enjoy <3

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Jason Dean Dating Someone Who’s Shorter Than Him (Headcannons)

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I feel like JD would love to date someone shorter than him, though I don’t think he’d have a preference either way.

But if you’re shorter than him, it definitely would give him a feeling of power over you.

He’d definitely be a bit more demanding and demeaning.

He’d never seriously make fun of your appearance or things you can’t control.

But he’d obviously do it as a joke.

JD loves how his jacket would be bigger on you than it is on him.

“You look like 2 kids stacked under there.”

“Shut up.”

Loves loves loves when you ask him for help reaching something.

“Need help there, munchkin?”

“Yes please, but don’t ever call me that again.”

He doesn’t stop calling you that.

It’s his favourite pet name for you, besides darling, of course.

Doesn’t matter if you’re an inch shorter than him or multiple, he’ll still call you munchkin.

“We should get a munchkin cat, maybe it’s your long lost cousin or something.”

“Oh shove it, JD.”

“That’s what you said last night.”

“…”

“You weren’t this quiet last night either.”

“Get a job.”

Loves holding your hands during sex.

Like, above your head, pinned on the mattress type of holding hands.

During motorcycle rides, he tells you to hold on tight so you don’t fly away like a napkin.

“Coulda used a napkin last night, couldn’t ya?”

“What, for your face?”

“I can’t win.”

Loves tickling you because he knows you can’t get away.

But also because he likes the power he has over you since he knows you can’t get away.

“Bro, stop, please, I’m gonna piss my pants.”

“….Did you just call me bro?”

Hates when you call him bro or dude or anything of the sort.

It means you see him as your equal, and he doesn’t really like that.

He’s already got the height-power-thing against you, why do you see him as an equal and not above you?

Will probably ignore you for awhile just so you can apologize to him, wearing his shirt or sweater that almost completely drowns you out.

Again, the power thing.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

“…Calling you bro?”

“Okay.”

Probably won’t apologize to you though if he calls you something you don’t like.

Unless you’re really upset by it.

“…Sorry.”

Make-up sex goes crazy after things like this.

Definitely not into you being dominant at all, but if you really wanted to, he’d let you ride him but only if he gets to guide your hips.

Bro’s 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

He’d make sure you finish though, no doubt.

Loves the cuddles after where he gets to hold you.

You, in his shirt after a warm shower where he washed you and your hair, and he gets to cuddle?

No hesitation he says yes.

Loves to hold things above your head like those loser guys in the halls at school.

But he only does it so he can hear your ‘I love you’ after with a kiss.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[starletdawn]

palces out of paragraphs

You sit on your bed eyes glued to your notes and your a sheet of paper. You had a 6 page essay coming up and it was worth 70% of your grade. You suddenly hear a knock. you jump from your bed. “Coming!” you say loudly expecting your parents back from their date night. As you open the door weirdly enough no one is there. You hear the knock again you turn around, and see your boyfriend Jason Dean waiting for you like a little puppy outside your bedroom window. For some reason he was obsessed with climbing your window this was honestly normal behavior for him. You quickly open the window and before you can say anything he goes into your room. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft kiss. “What are you doing here baby?” I say as I pull away softly. “Well, I’ve barely seen you today at school. Where have you been my love?” he responds “I’ve been working on my essay I want a really good grade,” I say softly. “Well, now that you’re done with your essay what should we do? I mean I saw your parents leave the house earlier and I was thinking we could…” He smirks now putting his hands on your hips. “There are still some things I still have to review for my test.” You sigh as you bite your lip nervously “And I don't want any distractions.” “C’mon let me stay darling” He pouts leaning in to your cheek giving it a gentle kiss. “Okay, but promise to not distract me.”Promise!” He says you go back to studying. He plays with my hair and fidgets with your cat plushie. “I don’t understand why you try so hard once we get married I’ll spoil you with everything you want.You won’t have to work for a day.” He remarked although you rolled eyes your heart flutter at the thought of you being more than just a highschool fling. “On second thought I would love a smart-ass as my lover” JD teases. After a few minutes you started getting frustrated and tired. Your hands starts hurting and you can barely keep your eyes open the worst part was that you weren’t even close to done. “You should take a break sweetheart” Jason says looking into your tired eyes “No, I can’t” I groan. “You’ll be able to get more done if you’re energized. “C’mon just take a short break and then you can go back to working.” ”Fine” You finally give in. You lay your head on his chest He caress your hair and cheek. “You’re so gorgeous my dear I could stare at you forever and never get tired. You’re honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words, his tender touch on my skin, His beautiful eyes all caused my body to relax and before I knew it I was in a deep slumber.

The cold breeze hits your arms goosebumps on your skin. You slowly open your eyes to complete darkness. You look over to your clock it’s 2:00am and Jason is no longer here. “He must’ve left” you thought to yourself. You quickly realized that you forgot to finish your essay you panic searching inside you backpack you find the essay and you suddenly realize It’s all done. All 6 pages filled with information you found a sticky note plastered to it. It read “I used all your notes and resources I tried my best to follow the prompt and use correct grammar I hope you like it my dear. Sincerely, JD” After reading through it. I was honestly surprised I knew Jason was smart (when it benefited him) but oh shit the essay was perfect. Despite his usual bad handwriting he wrote the essay in neat writing and honestly it looked like he put a lot effort into the paper for such short time. You put your essay back into the paper thinking about how lucky you were to have such a precious boyfriend.

This my first writing I’ve published so please be nice but feedback is welcome!!💗💗

[defnotv11]

| 𐙚 Jonathan Davis x Fem reader dating head canons

warnings: Jealousy, nun else.

𐙚 | Whenever you go shopping with Jon, he always makes it a point to follow you around the store. He pretends to browse different items, but his true motive is to stick close to you. He finds joy in watching you intently as you look at different things and try to make decisions. Whenever you pick up anything that piques your interest, he would make comments like "You want that?” or “That would look pretty on you.”

𐙚 | In public, Jon's hands would constantly find their way onto your body, whether it be gently holding your hand, or placing his hand on your waist. Whenever other men would stare at you or take a quick glance, His grip would tighten, a slight frown on his face as he would pull you a bit closer, as if claiming you as his. The jealousy and insecurity were almost always present, but he would never let you see it. He just loves you so much and wants to protect you.

𐙚 | he absolutely LOVES when you play with his dreads. Whenever you guys would cuddle, He would practically melt when your hands went up to his hair. A small smile playing on his lips as you would twirl his dreads with your fingers. he would lean into your touch, completely content.

𐙚 | Whenever Jon would be sitting on the sofa and writing lyrics in his notes, you would be laying in his lap just keeping him company. He would often find you snoozing in his lap while he was engrossed in writing lyrics in his notes. He would look down at you with a soft smile, his hand gently caressing your hair as he continued to work. He would try not to disturb you, letting you rest as he focused on his lyrics. Sometimes, he would even stop for a moment just to admire your peaceful expression and how cute you look when you sleep. ♡

𐙚 | Or he’d ditch his writing and snuggle with you as you both would end up taking a nap together

𐙚 | After shows backstage, Jon would immediately seek you out, greeting you with a passionate kiss and a tight hug. Despite the sweat, you didn't care, just happy to be with him again. You'd shower him with compliments, telling him how amazing he was and how proud you were of him and the band. Jon would blush a bit at your words, his heart swelling with love and appreciation for you.

𐙚 | he would call you his pretty girl, baby, love, sweetheart, honey etc

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●JD McDonagh x Reader●

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*JD's POV*

"Alright guys. I think we should split up. Check all the areas back here."

"Good idea JD."

"I'm gonna go check catering."

I pat his shoulder, walk past him and head to catering as I hear them discussing their plans. I pull out my phone to message my girlfriend.

JD: on my way babygirl! ❤️

Y/N: waiting on you! 😊

I smile, putting my phone back in my pocket, heading down the hallway to catering. I walk in, seeing she is the only one in the room, sitting on the table looking at her phone. I clear my throat as she looks up at me and smiles really big seeing me. She motions with her finger to come over to her, which I do because I am a big sucker for this woman. I put my hands on her thighs and she grabs my leather sleeveless jacket, pulling me in for a kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck as my hands slide up her thighs onto her hips and we start making out. We hear a slight noise and we break apart real quick looking around.

"Did you hear something?"

"I did. I'm gonna go before we get caught baby. I love you. I will see you back at the hotel."

"I love you too."

I give her one last kiss before I head out of catering to go find the rest of The Judgement Day.

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*later on in the show*

I am sitting on the couch, on my phone texting Y/N with Dom sitting next to me not paying attention and Rhea is sitting on the arm of the chair watching the TV for whatever match is on. My phone buzzes causing me to smile than frown seeing the message.

Y/N: we are screwed.

What does that mean? Before I can answer her, Damian and Finn walk in looking at us. Damian points to me looking pissed off and my eyes go wide.

"JD. Come here. Now."

I get up slowly coming over to him and Finn. Everyone crowds around us as Finn pulls out his phone.

"Finn has something to show to you and everyone. Than you got some explaining to do."

Finn plays the video and it is a video of me and Y/N making out in catering. I gulp as they all turn and look at me.

"What is that JD? Huh?"

Rhea gets in my face as I back away from them all staring at me. I say nothing, just look down at the ground.

"You were supposed to be finding Jey Uso with us but instead you run off to this little whore instead! I'm gonna take care of her."

Rhea storms out of the room as the others just continue to stare at me. I start to feel myself getting angry second after second. I push through them and storm out of the clubhouse.

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*Y/N's POV*

Sitting on a production box backstage, I hear footsteps coming closer to me. I look up seeing Rhea Ripley is walking towards me and she doesn't look like she is in a good mood. I go to get up but she pushes me back down on the box.

"What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to break up The Judgement Day?!"

She is standing infront of me so I can't get up. I look at her and cross my arms.

"I am not trying to break up your precious Judgement Day. Little Dom Dom seems to be doing that."

She takes a deep breath looking at me with a pissed off face. I smirk knowing I got under her skin with that comment.

"Just stay away from my boys. Got it?"

"That will be really hard for me to do though."

I smirk while saying that sarcastically.

"I mean it Y/N. Don't test me."

She walks away and I smirk knowing I pissed her off.

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*a week later*

"Hey Y/N. Why aren't you in the clubhouse?"

I look up to see Carlito walking over to me. I make a puzzled face at him.

"What do you mean?"

"You are part of Judgement Day, aren't you? Since you are dating JD, that should make you part of Judgement Day."

"You are right Carlito. Let's get to the clubhouse."

He puts his arm around my neck and we walk to the clubhouse laughing with each other. We get to the clubhouse and walk in seeing only Jordan is sitting on the couch. He stands up seeing me and Carlito. He runs over and wraps me into a hug.

"Baby. What are you doing here?"

I hug him back and he looks at me smiling.

"Carlito said since I'm dating you, that should make me a part of Judgement Day. So I came with him to the clubhouse."

"Rhea and Damian are gonna be pissed."

"Oh well! Let's play some video games!"

All three of us grab the controllers and start playing.

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*an hour later almost the start of Raw*

I am standing next to Carlito trying to mess him up as we play the wwe game. Jordan is behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist, head on my shoulder, watching us. We don't hear the clubhouse door open and close.

"JD! Carlito! What is going on here?!"

Jordan let's go of me and Carlito pauses the game as we all turn around. Carlito holds up the controller smiling.

"Just playing a friendly game. Something wrong?"

I bite my bottom lip looking at Rhea and Damian standing before us. Rhea looks directly at me.

"I told this little whore to stay away from you guys."

"Hey. Don't call her a whore. That's my woman."

Jordan steps infront of me getting in Rhea's face. Rhea crosses her arms looking him straight in his face. I bite my lip harder watching Jordan stand up for me. Normally I do it myself but it is hot when he does it. I lean over Jordan's shoulder looking at Rhea.

"Carlito said since I'm dating JD, that I should be considered a member of The Judgement Day. So he showed me to the clubhouse."

"Carlito! Outside the clubhouse right now. We need to talk."

Carlito, Rhea and Damian walk out of the clubhouse leaving me and Jordan. He turns and looks down at me when I grab his face and kiss him hard. He kisses me back grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to him. He pulls back looking into my eyes.

"If they say you can't be part of The Judgement Day, than I am leaving the group for you baby. I love you so much."

"I love you so much too Jordan."

Rhea comes back in with Damian and no Carlito. Rhea looks at me than at Damian crossing her arms than back at me again.

"We came to an agreement. You can hang out here in the clubhouse as long as you are dating JD. Just don't be all lovey dovey infront of us please."

"Thank you Rhea and Damian."

Damian smiles, pats Jordan on the shoulder than walks out of the clubhouse. Rhea shakes her head and walks out as well. Jordan grabs my face again and kisses me hard. I kiss him back wrapping my arms around his neck. Carlito comes back into the room without us hearing him.

"Now that's cool."

[queen-of-roaches]

Sigh.

How BROZONE will react to you on your period.

Kill me.

Warning: nothing, just fluff and comfort

Request for more, idc what you want I’ll give it.

Hopefully I have enough sanity.

Theres also some curse words, so beware <3

Let’s start with the man himself,

THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND

JOHN DORY.

Good luck.

Dude literally freaks the HELL out once you tell him your in pain

Do you REALLY expect him to know what a period is? He’s been living in the middle of nowhere for like 20 years with no social contact with anyone.

Once you say “I’m on my period” he’s confused, once you explain it to him (however you want idc) he’s disgusted but also concerned for you

I mean who wouldn’t after being told you piss blood every single month and have terrible cramps all day.

I would like to imagine once you explained, he would take care of you. Like give you cuddles, give you whatever you need, medicine, food, chocolate, water, etc etc.

After giving you everything you need for the day he comes into bed with you and snuggles with you

He probably suffocated you during the night on accident when you both were sleeping

The pressure on your stomach felt nice since he’s all warm and stuff.

SPRUCE/BRUCE

:/

Spruce? Well he isn’t as worried as JD, but he’s still a little concerned

Once you tell him your cramps hurt like hell, he’ll give you stuffy for your tummy and water and food that you requested for

He would lay next to you in your bed, you on your phone and him holding you from behind. His chest against your back.

He would rub your hip as he snuggled against you

The plushie against your stomach kinda helped a little.

The plushie had a little pressure against your tummy which felt kinda nice.

He has like 13 kids, ofc he knows what a period is.

He would go to the store and get you pads, tampons, or whatever things you need.

He just lets you sleep in for the week instead of working in the restaurant

You can’t lie he’s pretty cute when it came to comfort ❤️

CLAY

Baby boy Clay is a little worried.

I mean he’s used to Viva having her period I guess

But he’s just a little confused on how to take care of you.

He went to viva to ask for help-

Once he got some info, he asked what YOU wanted.

You told him you just wanted him to be with you through this, or whatever

He would sit on your bed, his back against the head board

He would lay your head on his lap and talk about one of the books he read in the sad book club

You listened to him speak sadly about the book that was about a black widow who ate her husband-

He’s weird in books

You could tell by this conversation.

He would also make you food if you want, and give you some water or a drink of your choice.

While your head laid on his lap he would rub your back, slowly going up

Resting his hand on your neck, his hand scooted up and played with your (long, short) hair.

FLOYD!

Jesus. Floyd is the most baby emo boy when it comes to you already.

When you said you were on your period he melted and started to tell you words of encouragement.

He got extra blankets and shut the windows, closing the curtains.

He turned the lights off, gave you water, soup, a heating pad, rubs on your thighs and tummy, and turned on the tv watching ‘the Lorax.’

He would be in between your legs, his head on top of your stomach as he caressed your thighs.

It felt nice to be touched by Floyd, he was always so gentle and soft when it came to comfort.

He placed a soft kiss on your tummy, saying “it’s okay…” and “I’m here”.

He’s such a sweetie boo ✋🤨

Idk if I should do Branch or not. I’ll work on it tho

[mypoisonedvine]

OMG OMG TWO OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS TOGETHER I CANT BREATHE!!! can i please req a dark eddie x shy innocent girlfriend reader who always keeps to herself and doesn’t talk to anyone (except eddie ofc) bc she has a stutter and has been bullied by jason but she doesn’t tell eddie because she’s afraid of what he’ll do but at lunch when she’s with him and his friends talking jason makes fun of her even making her cry and eddie just loses it! I LOVE YOU!!! srry for rambling😭😍🥰

WE'RE ALSO VERY EXCITED THAT WE'RE TOGETHER and we also can't breathe cause we keep laughing at stupid tiktoks lmaooo

just a heads up, I know you said dark eddie in the fic but it wasn't giving dark to me so I wrote it more traditional, I hope you don't mind. I was gonna have bex do this one but we realized it's a lot like their fic mighty protector so I decided to try my hand at it instead!

warnings: bullying, fluff, jason sucks

When you first transferred here, everyone just thought you were silent; that was what you wanted, actually, but it never lasted long enough. It was only a couple of weeks before you had to say something in front of them, and the longer you waited to speak, the more anxious you were to finally break the silence-- and anxiety was what made your stammer show up in the first place.

In those weeks of silence, Eddie had found a way to fall for you without getting to talk to you at all. Amazingly, even after you humiliated yourself in front of the entire English class and became the laughingstock of Hawkins High, he still asked you out; you rejected him the first time, actually, convinced it was a joke. Then, when you figured out it wasn't a joke, you rejected him again because you were too nervous to say yes.

Technically, you never said yes to that first date... he showed up at your house, with flowers and a blanket and a packed picnic basket, and you joined him on your own front lawn. And yes, he made you stammer-- and blush, and laugh. From that day on, you had a permanent seat at the Hellfire table at lunch, with Eddie's arm draped over your shoulders.

Of course, not every day could be perfection. There was still Jason.

"Hey, freaks," Jason greeted you all as he walked by, looking incredibly proud of that incredibly low-hanging fruit.

"Keep moving, shitstain," Dustin called back with a roll of his eyes.

"That's rich coming from you, freshman-- did you just get out of diapers or what?" Jason retorted.

For some reason, that really pissed you off, probably because you could remember being new here too. You knew you shouldn't say anything-- you hardly ever did, knowing what would happen if you opened your mouth-- but for once you wanted to speak up for something you cared about. Or, someone. You put all your concentration into the words on your tongue, clenching your fists and praying to any god that would listen to just. not. stutter.

"B-b-back off!" you blurted out. The whole table, and Jason's crew of jocks, went silent. Then, they started laughing.

Your face heated up and your eyes watered as you looked down. "Nice one, d-d-d-d-dork!" Jason imitated with a loud cackle. Dustin and Mike looked guilty, like it was somehow their fault; Eddie started to get up out of his seat at the table, but you squeezed his shoulder.

"D-don't," you whispered to Eddie. "He's j-j-just trying t-to get you in t-trouble. L...Lll--"

You were gonna say 'leave him alone', but 'L's were the hardest. You didn't stammer on this, specifically, but you got... stuck. And you hated it most of all, it made you feel like a complete lllllloser.

"Oh, look-- I bet she's whispering sweet nothings in his ear," Jason noticed you talking to your boyfriend, putting on a mocking impression with a high-pitched voice as he continued: "D-d-d-do me, Munson!"

A hand on his shoulder wasn't nearly enough to stop Eddie after that; he all but leapt out of his seat and pounced on Jason, taking him to the ground.

He got a few hits in, but it was only a few seconds before Jason's douche army was all over him; honestly, they would've probably really hurt him if there hadn't been teachers nearby to break it up.

The other thing about teachers being nearby, though, is that they saw Eddie technically 'start it.' Of course, they'd never give detention to a basketball star like Carver, and they were always looking for excuses to bust the stoner-slash-super-senior.

You tried to sweeten the deal, though, as repayment for him getting himself detention to defend your honor: you wrote him a note that you paid another delinquent to smuggle in to him.

Hey Ed,

I know I should say this to you in person, but I wanted it to be perfect, no stutters.

I love you.

~

Your heart was already racing as you waited for him to be released from detention; when you saw him burst through the front doors and come bounding towards you, you stood up from where you'd been sitting on the steps outside.

"My-- my poor b-boyfriend," you cooed as he wrapped you in a bear hug and kissed the top of your head.

"Didn't miss me too much while I was incarcerated, did you?" he smirked.

"D-d-desperately," you replied. "D-did you... get my note?"

He smiled. "Yeah."

You pouted a little, getting nervous. "D-do you have... anything to... say t-to it? I m-mean, what I said..."

"I won't respond to what you said until you say it," he insisted.

"Eddie!" you whined.

"C'mon, princess, loud and proud," he demanded.

"B-but I wanted it to be p-p-perfect!" you complained, your heart racing as you just knew you would mess it up if you tried to say it right to his face like this. Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath; praying didn't work last time, so you just said it a thousand times in your head like you wanted it to come out: I love you Eddie, I love you Eddie, I love you-- "I llllllove you, Eddie."

You cringed as you heard your impediment come through, but then you softened when you felt Eddie's lips press to yours. Smiling into it, you wrapped your arms around his neck and embraced him. "Sounded perfect to me, princess," he whispered. "I love you, too."

[halfratsalready]

Brezziana: You know what’s funny about Jack? He’s my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt him is someone I’d murder, probably.

[caroljoky]

The making of Daddy, crying on the floor, and running away

Jonathan Davis x reader (gender not specified!)

And a lot of Fluff!! I worked really hard on thisss. Based on an interesting interview I saw with John explaining the process of creating Daddy, it made me tear up and decide to write this.

No warnings, surprisingly.

The last few months on tour with the infamous band Korn seemed like a fever dream. In your head, the lines between being accepted into the band, going on tour, coming back, suddenly starting to compose are blurred... All under the pressure of the public, the team of producers, managers, and finally yourself. You weren't popular at all, that's the point. You only had a demo on the record, in fact it was quite poor and fragile, it was supposed to be just a prologue to the great success of Korn. When “Neidermayer's Mind” was recorded, no one had any idea that in exactly a year you would release your debut album, the one that every great band has, the self-titled album. The pressure was automatically built around it. So here you were in a sweaty studio at 2 a.m., with the tape relentlessly running, refusing to stop, your head aching, your eyes squinting. Your fingers and strings became one, the headphones merged with your ears, and the piercing eyes of Ross Robinson (Yeah, that Ross, Ross the father of nu-metal) stuck into you like needles or sometimes even nails. He always sat there behind a glass window with his entire altar, with his cavalry of producers, and it seemed that all he needed was a whip to beat the ass of anyone who forced him to use the cursed words: Start over, this sucks. However, it wasn't self-pity when you felt sorry for those sleepless nights spent polishing the diamond, the self-titled album. The album, which should actually be called Jonathan Davis, like its writer, who was the one you felt sorry for.

That night, as usual, he was screaming his lungs out. It was one of those long ones when you met in the studio for 'official recordings'. But this night was haunted. Terrible. The worst you could remember. John was always non-obvious, from the moment you met him you were united by inhuman sensitivity and pain... Pain that was omnipresent in your lives. But you never looked at it that way, unlike him. John was a tormented soul, a broken soul, worthy of the greatest pity, a pity he despised. Whenever someone wanted to comfort him, he left, 'ran away'. The only thing he didn’t run from..was music. Was the studio. Here he let it all out. You didn't know if it was good or bad, if this was the right way to process trauma, but what could you do if it wasn't?

You were surprised when Head came to you one afternoon and showed you a crumpled piece of paper from John’s notebook with the words 'Daddy' almost engraved on it. You hated this song from start. Everything he was running away from, everything he never wanted to share with you was there. And he was going to sing it in clubs and bars. No, that wasn't the right way. But still, here you are, repeating a faint bass line, with everyone playing quietly, after all, it is the singer's story that plays the only role here.

You didn't repeat the song as many times as the others, it was your only triumph over Ross, he was too disgusted to make you overdub. You did it all in one terribly long, terribly awful take.

John was terrifyingly calm. As if unavailable. You didn't ask him about the song. You didn't even try. I guess you were more afraid of it than he was... The words came to him naturally, he didn't even hold the paper. And yet he never repeated the song. You had chills for the entire 8 minutes. Sometimes you thought you were too fragile for this band, even though John was as fragile as you. However, he affirmed it as if it was the essence or soul of the band. He affirmed this pain... You could feel it in his voice. You didn’t understand it. You were lost even thinking about it. But you preffered to do that than listen to his shaky, anxious voice. 6 minutes have passed, you thought it was over. You breathed a sigh of relief, you wanted to take the bass off. However, Ross' calm hand stopped you in your tracks with a gesture. It's not over yet... Jonathan fell to his knees. You didn't play anything anymore. Now there was only his voice, his pain and your fear. You stared at him, searching for his eyes. They hid behind the jungle of long dreadlocks, his head lowered, the microphone touching his dry lips. He started crying. For the first time, he really cried. You look at the others, finally at Ross. He makes this disgusting gesture. He twirls his finger around. You have to keep playing. He doesn’t want you to repeat it. He wants to get this over with. Fuck you Ross, we'll waste one tape. You take off the bass, open the glass door, John lying on the ground, the microphone is still touching his lips. Your tears fall to the ground, merging with his. You hug him. Just like that. For the first time, sincerely. You still can't see his eyes, but you don't want to. You've seen everything you needed to. 'Don't you run away from me ever again, okay?' you managed to whisper before the others entered. He hugged you back, so you knew he agreed. Then the rest joined in. Everyone was crying. Ross was sitting behind the window, probably not gesturing to us anything anymore.

Just like that, he stopped the tape. The album was finished.

[voidesart]

Stolen bag, stolen heart.

Pairing: Jason Dean x reader

Word count: 447 words

Warnings: none

Summary: while in a hurry, you accidentally steal a cute guy’s bag.

Fandom: Heathers (1989)

Type: fluff (?)

Authors note: first fanfic on my new account, WHOOO!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You didn’t look at the person you bumped into, but it wasn’t hard to guess by his long black trench coat. You hadn’t even talked to him properly, this was technically your first time interacting with him. That didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed him though. Jason Dean was not that sore on the eye.

Both of yours bags had fallen onto the ground. Without giving it a second thought you quickly grabbed a bag and ran for to your class. You were already late and being late for class always resulted in a long talk about why being on time is one of the most important things as a human. You yelled another ‘sorry’ over your shoulder as you ran, making eye contact with Jason.

Before JD could react you were gone. His eyes followed your person as it entered the classroom, before he looked at the bag on the floor, noticing it wasn’t familiar. He groaned and crouched down to grab it, even though he had a free hour, he wasn’t keen on barging in a class to get his bag back.

As you entered the class you felt a difference in the weight you were carrying. You looked down and noticed that you weren’t carrying your own bag and let out a frustrated sigh. As you were about to turn around to find the owner again, you heard the teacher clear her throat. This really wasn’t great timing.

The class went by very slowly, but when it was finally over you almost ran out of there.

You quickly went towards the cafeteria looking for the guy in the trenchcoat, knowing he would want his bag back just like you wanted yours, when you heard footsteps coming from behind you, You turned around and kept your gaze focused on the bag in your hands.

“You’ve got my bag-“

“I know, I’m sorry! I should’ve just ran back towards you but the teacher didn’t allow me and-“

You were cut off with a soft chuckle, you looked at him in confusion.

“You know, you’ve said sorry more times then we’ve talked. You say that a lot don’t ya?” He said, you could hear the grin radiating from his sentence. Blushing from embarrassment you finally looked up at him, His blue-Green eyes meeting yours. “I feel it a lot.” You said with small smile.

“Well you should, you bump into me, steal my bag” he says, his grin turning into a smug smirk, “and I don’t even get to know your name.” You look at him, smile, and properly introduce yourself.

“A stunning name, for a captivating person.”

[youaintnothinbuta]

I ACTUALLY LOVE YOUR J.D X READERS!! I FOUND THEM THE OTHER DAY AND I CANNOT GET OVER THEM. SO CAN I GET A JD x FEM!READER BUT SHES LIKE SUPER OBLIVIOUS. AND J.D GETS FRUSTRATED BECAUSE WE KNOW HIM AND JUST CHAOS ENSUES BECAUSE HE THINKS THERES SOMEONE HE DOESNT KNOW ABOUT AND THATS WHY SHES NOT RESPONDING TO HIS FLIRTING.

I really hope you love this as much as I do!!

“Are you that oblivious? Really?” Jason Dean x reader

Summary: See request

Pairing: Jd x fem!reader

Word count: 744

Warnings: fluff! Some swearing though. Also probably typos you know me <3

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You’d gone out to a party with the heathers one night, unfortunately this party wasn’t exactly smooth sailing (not that any of them really were) and you ended up at Jd’s house, not wanting to face your parent’s impending scolding for coming home so late.

“Jd.” You mumbled his name as you stumbled through his window. Didn’t help that you weren’t exactly sober and his room wasn’t exactly lit.

“Y/N? What the fuck?” He was startled at someone entering his room.

“I didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Is your dad home?” You asked, trying to manage your way through his bedroom.

“Probably not.” He muttered, his irritation palpable.

You felt your way around, sitting down on his desk, looking towards what you could only assume was the direction of his bed.

“What do you want Y/N?” He stood up and flicked his light on.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked, nonchalantly.

Wow. The audacity of you.

That question was beyond frustrating for him, to the point where his frustration was beginning to boil over. He gave you a blank stare, mixed with confusion and anger, half expecting you to take it back.

“No— Ye— I don’t know!” Jd exclaimed, his voice edged with exasperation. He ran a hand through his hair, leaning his back against his door in vexation.

You sat there, bewildered at his sudden change in energy, “what?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain his composure. “Just tell me, Y/N, is there someone?”

“What, someone? What?” You were utterly confused by the direction of this conversation.

“God, Y/N, do I have to spell it out for you? Are you with someone? Is there a guy you are seeing?”

“What the fuck? No! Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Because! I practically laid out a red carpet for you! And I got nothing! Are you that oblivious, really?” He began making his way over to you.

You furrowed your brow, still clueless about what was happening. “Jd, I’m kinda tipsy and confused. What’s happening? Why are you getting so upset?”

“I’ve been practically waving a flag in your face begging for a chance and you refuse to acknowledge it! And you have the nerve to come in here and ask me if I’m mad at you? So, yeah, actually, I am pretty upset.” He ranted as he stood in front of you.

Your eyes widened in shock as realisation slowly dawned on you. “You’ve been asking me out?”

Jd let out a frustrated groan. “Yes, Y/N, God, have I been.”

You bit your lip, now feeling a little guilty, seeing how much you were unknowingly hurting his feelings.

“I had no idea, Jd, really. I didn’t think you were interested in me that way.”

He sighed, his anger beginning to subside, now that he’d aired everything out. “Well I am, and now you know. It’s been driving me crazy.”

You reached out to him, placing a hand on his arm. “I promise, I never meant to ignore you. I just didn’t realise what was happening.”

He sighed, looking at you looking at him, “If I asked you right now if you’d want to—“

You silenced him with a lingering, passionate kiss, your fingers bunching his shirt together to let him know you really meant it. His body gravitated closer to yours, you were seated on the edge of his desk, your knees making space for his body, your proximity making his heart race. When the kiss finally broke, he pulled away slightly, his intense gaze fixed upon you, and a playful yet intrigued eyebrow raised in question.

“I want to.” You affirmed with a decisive nod, your heart racing as you felt a gentleness in his energy as he stood so close to you.

He stepped away, the two of you both slightly pink in the cheeks as you mentally acknowledged what just happened.

“Did you need me to take you home?” He asked.

Your shook your head, Jd’s lips parted in a small ‘ah’ as he realised what you wanted, no need for you to ask. He pointed with his head in the direction of his bed to say ‘yes you can stay with me’. A smile played on your lips as you accepted the unspoken invitation, and you crawled onto his bed, settling in comfortably.

With a flick of the switch, the room descended into darkness, and he joined you, laying by your side.

[velvetdaisies333]

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!

Word count: 3417

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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."

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone diner au: the day John Dory took off part one

this au does not belong to me, it belongs to @bzjohndory its gonna have to be multiple parts bc i write too much apparently

Business was slow, it was a hard winter and most trolls didn't leave their pods unless they had to. Bruce was the one to suggest it, knowing his brother hadn't had a day off in seven years. They all had special days that they got off like birthdays or anniversaries, except for John Dory. He didn't take days off, he worked open to close seven days a week. Bruce brought it up with others, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere without back up from their younger brothers. Bruce talked with Clay in between orders on the line. “I'm just saying, we haven't been that busy these past few weeks so I think he can just take a day off at least. We're all responsible enough to take care of the diner while he's gone.” Bruce said as he pulled some fries out of the fryer, portioning them on a plate and passing it to Clay. “Yeah but how do you plan on making him? We've tried making him before and he literally spent the entire day in the diner, working on other stuff ." Clay wondered as he finished plating a couple burgers, putting them in the window to be ran. At that moment, Floyd came into the back and leaned against the wall. “You good Flo?" Clay asked as he worked on the next order. Floyd nodded and held up a thumbs up but they noticed how his hand shook. Bruce threw some fries on a plate and slid a milk crate over to Floyd. “Sit down and have a snack. And while you're back here I wanna talk to you about something." Bruce said, handing the plate of fries to Floyd as he sat on the milk crate. Floyd nodded and started eating the fries while still leaning with his back against the wall. After a few moments of no orders coming in, Bruce crouched down next to Floyd. “Feel better?" Bruce asked while rubbing his back. “Yeah, I skipped breakfast this morning so I started to get the shakes." Floyd chuckled, placing the empty plate on the floor. Clay grabbed some dirty dishes they had on the line and grabbed the plate for the floor, taking them to the dish room. “So before you go back up there, I wanna talk to you about this thought I had. Clay thinks I won't be able to do it. I won't be able to do it by myself, I'll need all of your guys' help." Bruce said nonchalantly, watching for JD to be walking around. “What's up? I'm sure I can help somehow." Floyd said as he pulled his money out of the pocket on his apron. “I wanna get JD to take a day off. He hasn't taken a day off since he got ownership of the diner. If he had his way, we'd still be open on Christmas, and he would totally run this entire place by himself if he had to. He deserves it, he's kept this place afloat, put each of us through college and is here every goddamn day. This isn't gonna be like the last time, he's not gonna be allowed back in here until the next day.” Bruce said, looking Floyd in the eyes telling that he is completely serious about this. Clay came back in with clean dishes and began setting them up on the line. “I think he's crazy if he thinks he's going to get John to do it. He practically lives here, I don't think I've actually seen his place.” Clay said, placing plates in their proper spots. "Yeah but if we work together, I'm sure John will listen to us. You guys don't see him on the floor as much as I do. He's constantly moving, like if he stops, he'll pass out. Sometimes he shakes too. And Bruce is right, he's more than earned a day off, heck a week, we'll be lucky if we get one day.” Floyd said as he sorted his money, putting it back into his book. "I'm not saying he doesn't deserve it or need it. I'm saying that we might have to actually tie him down to get him out of here. He's not going to like the idea.” Clay said, cleaning up their prep area.  "What are you guys talking about?” Branch said through the server window. Bruce stood up and motioned for Branch to come back there. Branch walked back onto the grill line, confused.

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JD fic where you work with Korn (sorta like a manager I guess) and he starts crushing on you ;)

| 𐙚 Jonathan Davis x Reader

authors note-FINALLY. deeply wanna apologize for taking so damn long, tysm for waiting and be patient! I had a shit tone of things to do but finally here it is🙏🙏💯

Warnings: none!

Being the manager for Korn wasn’t as easy. The stress and tour planning felt overwhelming, but over time, you learned to handle the demands of the job. Just like right now, you were currently trying to find a suitable venue for their upcoming show.

The chair creaked as I slumped back, the movement sending it wobbling unsteadily. My hands dropped to the arms, A frustrated sigh escaped my lips, the sound loud in the otherwise silent room. I hung there for a moment, suspended between the chair and the floor but the sound of someone’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts.

"Hey," the speaker said and from the sound of his raspy voice, I could tell it was Jonathan. He appeared to be in a much happier mood than he had been this morning. I sat up again and we made eye contact. “Oh hello,“ I said, cracking a little smile at him. “You look stressed.” He said. “Is it that obvious?” I joked. He chuckled and sat down on the stool beside me with a beer in his hand, playing with his dreads like he always does. There’s not one interview I’ve seen where he’s not playing with them. “Mind if I hang here?” He said as he took a sip from his beer. I smiled and leaned back against the chair, the fabric brushing against my neck. “yeah, kinda needed some company anyways…” I say my eyes looking down at the floor.

I always liked having Jon around. I love how he just goes on and on talking about all the things that he does and stuff that happens in his life here and there. It was kinda cute to be honest. I also noticed how he’s more open to me then others, he even tells me about his issues and personal things. At the corner of my eye, I could see him just staring at me. Almost out of admiration and watching every tiny movement I made. The room was silent as I continued to be lost in my own thoughts and being somewhat completely relaxed.

“um…I was wondering if you would like to come outside with me?” —— I snapped out of my thoughts at the sudden sound of his voice. His tone was sweet and had a hint of hope. I looked back at him and smiled. He was always so shy and awkward. Despite how rough and aggressive he is on stage, he is actually a just a shy guy. Honestly I did need to go out. I’ve been rotting inside since morning and it wasn’t gonna get any better if I stayed inside working. “Sure, why not” I say as I got up from my seat and fixed my shirt a little. Jon’s eyes darted up to my upper body and his eyes lingered a little on my chest and I could tell he was slightly blushing but he immediately brushed it off by getting up as well, now holding his empty beer.

The weather was warm and felt nice to be out in this nice weather. I listened to the trees rustle together and continued to walk with Jonathan as we stood in silence taking in the peacefulness. I always notice how he always wants to be near me and oftentimes gets a little jealous when I’m with someone else. The thought of that made me think of more things. Like when I’m on the phone or discussing things with others. He always seemed to be worried and jealous. I didn’t wanna think too much about it because I could be getting the wrong idea or assuming things. “uh….I made this for you..” He suddenly stopped walking and hands out a rock that had some sort of design. I could tell he put a lot of effort into it because of how he tried to make it perfect. I felt my heart flutter and I was slightly surprised. “For me?” I mumbled gently taking it from his hand and running my thumb over the design. “mhm….It’s nice right?” He said chuckling slightly and smiling at me with at goofy smile of his.

I felt a wave of affection and I found it so heartwarming. “Beautiful..” I said looking up at him. “Your really sweet, you know that?” I spoke softly and genuinely, I noticed he got a little flustered and red when I said “sweet”. He was though, very. “haha…I’m glad you like it…” he mumbled happily and I knew he was absolutely going insane inside.

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Hey!!, would you do a R-Truth x reader (platonic) fic?. Reader helps R-Truth break into the Judgement Day's clubhouse to steal the tag team titles but they end up getting caught by Finn and JD. R-Truth then spills the tea that reader has a HUGE crush on Finn hehe.

●Finn Balor x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing backstage leaning against a production box, I am sipping on my energy drink and playing on my phone when I hear someone yell my name.

"Y/N!"

I look up and see R-Truth walking over towards me with a camera guy behind him.

"Hey Truth!"

"Y/N! Can you help me break into someone's locker room? I know you have done it before."

I smirk looking away from him than back at him laughing a little.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. But! I will help you! Whose locker room are we breaking in to and why?"

"The Judgement Day. I want to get the tag team titles back for me and Miz."

"I'm in."

"Even with your crush on...."

"Shhhhh Truth! Let's go!"

I grab his arm and start walking down the hallway as the camera guy follows us but isn't recording anymore.

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*Finn's POV*

Walking back to the locker room with Damian and JD, we start hearing music coming from the direction of our locker room. We walk up seeing the door is cracked open and I look at JD.

"Thought I told you to lock the door."

"I did."

I look at Damian than back at JD than back at the door. I grab the doorknob and slowly push the door open revealing R-Truth and Y/N dancing around the locker room with music blasting, our tag team titles around their waists and R-Truth has a plate of powered donuts in his hands. There is powder all over the place and they don't seem to care. Y/N looks really good with my title around her waist. I snap out of it when Damian slaps the back of my head because I must have been staring. Damian walks over and turns the music off causing Y/N and R-Truth to freeze up.

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*Y/N's POV*

The music shuts off and I freeze looking over seeing Damian has turned the music off and Finn and JD are staring at us in the doorway with a camera guy behind them. I nervously smile at them as Damian shakes his head, grabs his title and walks over to Finn and JD.

"You two deal with this. I don't have time. I have a match to go get ready for."

He pushes past them and I take a deep breath. They turn back to look at us and shake their heads.

"Why are you two in here? You made a mess of our whole clubhouse!"

"Well I came to get the tag titles back for me and Miz. Y/N came along because she has a huge crush on Finn and to help me break in."

My eyes go wide and my jaw drops as I look at Finn and JD than at R-Truth.

"Truth!"

"Oh! Sorry! She doesn't have a huge crush on Finn! My bad!"

He drops the plate of powdered donuts onto the couch, take the tag title off, hands it to JD and skips out of the locker room. I take the title off my waist, walk over, hand it to Finn and go to walk out of the locker room. Finn puts his hand up hitting my collarbone area and stops me from walking out. I take a deep breath and slowly look over at him.

"Is it true?"

"Yeah. It's true."

"How about you go get cleaned up and we can go out for some food and drinks after Raw tonight?"

I smile a little looking into his eyes as he is staring back at me smiling.

"I would really like that."

"I will see you in a little bit than."

He moves his hand and I smile really big walking down the hallway. R-Truth comes up next to me smiling putting his arm around my neck.

"Did it work? Did he ask you on a date?"

"He sure did! Tonight!"

"I knew this plan would work!"