## Preface

Return
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at https://archiveofourown.org/works/68063686.

Rating:
  Teen And Up Audiences
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  Gen
Fandoms:
  Heathers (1988), Heathers (TV), Heathers: The Musical - Murphy & O'Keefe
Relationship:
  Jason "J. D." Dean/Reader
Character:
  Jason "J. D." Dean
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  Underage Drinking, Drunkenness, Party, Partying, House Party, Birthday Party, situationship - Freeform, Angst, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide Attempt, Hangover, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Tragedy, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Romance, Comfort/Angst, Crying, Alcohol, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mostly Gen, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, masculine pronouns, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, AFAB | Assigned Female at Birth Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Drunk Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Choking Kink, Interrupted Sex
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 2 of JD/EMLPOYEE!READER SITUATIONSHIP
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  Published: 2025-07-24 Updated: 2026-04-30 Words: 11,990 Chapters: 10/?

# Return

by CottonTheCow

Summary

> It was almost over 1 and a half years since JD's abrupt departure, and yet you hadn't gotten yourself completely over it. It was hard to gather enough money to move out, but you were able to with one last extra boost from your parents. Though, of course, you weren't able to move far. Atleast you had your own place to yourself. It hadn't taken long for someone to move into the empty house you had shared so many memories with, but in all honesty you wanted nothing to do with his old house anymore. He was gone, and that was that. Or, that's what you thought…

> WOOO SEQUEL!! 😌🙏 һ᥆⍴ᥱ ᥡᥲᥣᥣ ᥱᥒȷ᥆ᥡ <3

Notes

> ᥣᥱ𝗍's gᥱ𝗍 𝗍s sᥱ𝗊ᥙᥲᥣ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍ᥱძ ✨

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## Chapter 1: A Mess

It was just a month ago. Why the hell did it consume every day, every hour, every minute of your damn life? He was an asshole, but… you could never seem to find anyone the same. Every single time you got genuinely close to someone, you couldn't help but think about how much you missed him. It consumed you. You couldn't help but… need him. You desperately searched for any way to contact him like a fucking psycho stalker, but it was to no avail… he blocked you before you even got a chance. And of course, on top of all that, you'd gotten fired. Fired. Fired from your damn job. Great, there goes most of your hope for moving out any time soon.

Well, it turns out you were able to.

Your parents had agreed to give you the amount of money left that you needed in order to move out, surprisingly. The place you found hadn't been far, but it was far enough for contact to fizzle out. You were finally on your own, but all of that time gave you a hell of alot of time to sulk in your own mind and slowly turn insane as you pushed everyone away. Any relationship you had you were terrified they'd just leave out of nowhere, so it was better to either distance yourself or cut them off entirely when they'd show any sort of hostility. And as your depression grew in your isolation, you started to lash out at others around you. Your friends left, getting into huge arguments you honestly did not have the energy to deal with. It was a horrid cycle of distrust and making new enemies, but it was what he had done to you… but oh dear gods, did you want him back.

Even over a year later.

~*~

You had been able to get a new “job.” It wasn't exactly a job, but it paid nonetheless. Apparently, some popular rich fuckers with money to burn were willing to give money to simply have people come to their parties to make them look bigger. It was an insane concept, but… you had to try it. And once you started, it was hard to stop. You went anywhere from college parties, to birthday parties, to high school parties. Even funerals. You never stuck with anyone, telling yourself they were all assholes who would take advantage of you if you stayed just a second longer than needed. You couldn't help but indulge in the alcohol that came with most of them, but did your best to stay sober enough to know when to walk away from a situation.

However, there was one party where you couldn't help but let yourself go…

It was a special occasion where there had been someone decent enough to have a gentle smile and a conversation that hadn't consisted of whatever rich people talk about. You never cared to listen. However, this guy at this particular birthday party seemed to have good intentions. He was on the tanner side, with short curly hair and freckles. His face was soft and gentle; you almost wanted to reach out and feel it. The two of you sat on stools beside a counter, the cooler of bottles and cans infront of the both of you. You decided, ‘fuck it, I'll have fun for once. I'll get paid for having fun,’ and dove into the drinks like there was no tomorrow.

Eventually, some other boys had grouped around as you began getting beyond tipsy. The noise of the party was muffled as the lights blurred, your face becoming sore from the constant drunken smile. You perked mid-conversation as one of the dudes nudged you, saying something before jerking his head. The other boys laughed, and you instinctively joined in. The guy on the other side of you put his hand on your side before raising it to grab onto your arm, leaning into your ear. “You like that idea, huh?” He murmured lowly. His voice was low, quiet and raspy, yet so much more louder and intense than the noise around you. His breath was warm and sickly against your ear as you felt a sudden unease grumble in your stomach.

The room suddenly felt too hot and overwhelming, your face turning a deep red, and he took that as a good sign rather than a red flag. He muttered something to someone, but before he could stand another man had approached you from behind. He drooped his arms over your shoulders as he leaned over you, his coat curling around your sides like a barrier. The sharp yet comforting scent of smoke filled your lungs as his body acted as a sensory blocker for everything that had been feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hear what he said as the guy beside you gave your arm one last painful squeeze before letting go with a sharp look. You looked around at the group, some had strained smiles and others just looked disappointed.

You went to say something, uttering slurred nonsense, before the man was hooking his hands under your arms and lifting you. You mumbled in weak protest as he guided you up some stairs, and he grumbled something back you hadn't cared much to pay attention to. He led you to a door, opening into an empty room that had a doorway leading out to a balcony. The strange man settled you to sit on the bed as you uttered a barely understandable ‘thank you.’ He uttered a gentle reply with a soft smile before he turned to open the balcony door just a crack, and the air suddenly felt breathable as you took in a deep breath, huffing out a relaxed sigh.

You leaned back as you sunk deeper into the mattress of the bed, your eyes fluttering closed. The man chuckled softly as he approached you again, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. He reached out to run his hand through your hair, smiling softly. Something about how it was crooked was just… familiar. The darkness of his hair, the way his teeth looked. It was just heavily blurred. Through the fog, you could see his smile turn sad, and that made you frown. It was an overdramatic pouty frown as you brows furrowed. “Why… is your face.. Long?” You mumbled out as you raised an arm to reach towards him, and his smile turned fond just for a moment as he gently pushed them away.

The guy turned his head the other way as he shook it, ruffling your hair before he stood. “I'll be back. You sleep, ok?” He tried his best to keep his words simple and understandable, hoping the command would get through to you. You just gave him a goofy smile with a thumbs up before folding your hands beneath your head, making hoonnkkk mimimimimimi noises. He huffed and flashed a fond smile before turning to leave the room, the door softly clicking as he closed it slowly and gently. Once he was gone, you rolled and turned in the bed before finally settling into a messy position on your back. Your hair was over your face as one arm draped over your torso, the other stretched above you as you laid diagonally across the bed. At some point, you had been able to drift from consciousness as your mind slipped into the nothingness of sleep.

## Chapter 2: Shock and Surprise

Chapter Notes

> TW 𝖿᥆r sᥙіᥴіძᥱ mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥲ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ ᥱᥒძ 🙏

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The next day you woke up to the sun harshly blinding you through the window to the balcony. You let out a harsh whine as your face scrunched up, your hands shooting up to rub at your eyes. A splitting headache had your head pounding, feeling as if it was on fire while the rest of you had been in a cold sweat. You rolled over as your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the light. This wasn't your room. This wasn't your house. Fuck, how drunk had you gotten? Did you really sleep with… some guy? Shit, you'd really fucked up now…

You sat up abruptly, wincing at the sharp pain and wave of dizziness from the movement. You looked around the room, trying to gauge where you were. Until there was a knock, soft and quick, and the door opened before you had the chance to answer. Your gaze darted to the door, widening in disbelief at who had been standing there. Jason. Jason fucking Dean. A confusing wave of emotions crashed over you as you were frozen, unsure of what to do and unable to move even if you did know. He just stood there, expression mostly blank with the slight echo of a sheepish smile. He had a cup of water in his hand, the other clenched in a fist with presumably pain killers.

He then approached. Footsteps neared, creaking on the floor before he came to a stop a few inches away from the bed. “...hey” He spoke softly, “how.. Uh… how're you feeling..?” He asked awkwardly as he turned to place the cup and pills on the bedside table. You blinked a few times, rendered speechless for a few long moments. “...mostly.. In pain…” You had been able to get out, still unsure of how to react. You glanced at the cup and pills, then back up at him. You were almost… afraid… to do anything. Fucking hell, it'd been years. JD had ruined your life, he had left you and abandoned you so long ago, but you missed him like a desert misses the ocean.

You wanted to scream at him to get away, yet wanted to throw yourself into his arms and beg him to hold you. He stared back, seemingly caught in his own conflicting emotions. He didn't want to startle you while you were in this state, so he decided it'd be best for him to leave you alone for now. Your brows furrowed as he wordlessly turned to walk away, leaving the room with the door slightly ajar. You looked back at the provided painkillers, finally snapping out of it as you scooted forward and shoved them into your mouth before downing the whole glass. It sort of helped to soothe the burning in your head, but it would take abit for the pills to kick in.

In the meantime you laid back on the bed, to simply think. Think about what to do next. About what to say next. How to approach… all this. You missed him, you really did, but you also… resented him for just leaving one day. No warning. No goodbyes. Not even a note or a text. Nothing. ‘Why? Why did you leave me? Why so suddenly?’ You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. That was it. That was where you would start, with confronting him. You'd ask what the hell happened for him to leave like that. You sat up, glancing around the room before setting your sights on the door.

As if on que, Jason's footsteps approached quickly before the door was gently pushed open. Crackers were held in his hand as he looked at you, standing in the doorway. “...are you, uh, hungry?” He asked awkwardly, glancing the other way. Your brows furrowed at him, in frustration and confusion and determination. “Why?” You spoke, stern and flat. He looked back at you, blinking in confusion. “Well- I just thought you.. Might've been hungry…” He began as he walked into the room, back to beside the bed. “No. Why did you go? Leave?” You clarified, voice cracking as it shifted to something more vulnerable. “O-oh… right…” He mumbled as he huffed out a sigh, shoulders slumping.

Jason then approached the bed, setting the crackers down and sitting on the edge a respectable distance away from you. He faced the other way, keeping his gaze downcast. “...well, it… really is a long story…” He began, his voice low and a little shaky. After a long pause, he continued, going on a rant. “...I was such a bad person back then, Y/n.. I-I was so horrible because, well, I just couldn't stay attached to people. My dad, he… he was always having us move for his work… and I'd have these little flings every now and then.. But I really, really never meant to hurt anyone…” He took a small pause, just a few beats. “So… that's why. That's why I left, why I cut you off, why I drifted away… why I never said.. Never admitted…” He trailed off, his arms crossing over his stomach as his fists clenched.

You frowned deeply, feeling his sorrow. Jason never meant to leave, he was forced to.. but that hadn't changed what he'd done to you. You were here today, last night, because of what he did. You had fallen apart, night after night, all because he'd been… careless. You sighed sharply, biting your lip before speaking up. “I… I know that.. You didn't mean it, but…. You really did hurt me, Jason.. Alot… my life all went downhill because of you. Of what you did.” He whipped his head around, brows furrowed in deep concern as he spoke. “But- but I really cared about you… and I'm here now, aren't I?” He offered hopefully, reaching out a hand to you.

You pulled back.

“That doesn't matter.” You spat, suddenly turning defensive. Jason's eyes widened with surprise and a hint of panic. “But, Y/n- I'm… really sorry.” He uttered, almost begging as his voice cracked. “Jason. You never thought before you acted, did you? Do you have any idea the hell I went through?” You uttered lowly, crossing your arms and turning your head the other way. You weren't sure why you were lashing out, you just… couldn't help it. JD let out a soft, choked sob before he spoke up again. “No, no I didn't think… I hadn't because… I really loved you, and I wanted to… so badly… I-I was just terrified, and-” “I almost died.” You cut him off abruptly, sternly. Jason's brows furrowed in confusion. Right as he was about to speak again, you did.

“Jason, I fucking overdosed.”

Chapter End Notes

> …s᥆ ᥙһ һ᥆ᥕ's ᥡᥲᥣᥣs ᥕᥱᥱk ᑲᥱᥱᥒ g᥆іᥒ? 😃

## Chapter 3: Longing

Chapter Notes

> mᥡ ᥕrі𝗍іᥒg s𝗍ᥡᥣᥱ іs g᥆ᥒᥒᥲ ᑲᥱ ᥲᑲі𝗍 ძі𝖿𝖿ᥱrᥱᥒ𝗍, ᥲᥒძ ᥴһᥲ⍴𝗍ᥱrs ᥕіᥣᥣ ⍴r᥆ᑲᥲᑲᥣᥡ ᑲᥱ ᥣ᥆ᥒgᥱr ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᑲᥱ ᥣᥱss 𝖿rᥱ𝗊ᥙᥱᥒ𝗍. s᥆ gᥣᥲძ іm ᑲᥲᥴk іᥒ 𝗍һᥱ sᥕіᥒg ᥆𝖿 𝗍һіᥒgs!! ✨

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Jason's mouth hung agape, brows furrowed deeply in a mix of confusion and concern. “You-... What?” He was finally able to get out, his voice a barely noticeable presence within the air between us. “How? …why?” He asked, voice wavering slightly.

You sighed, arms crossing to grip at your upper arms as you turned your head the other way. “It was a month after you left.” You began, pausing for a moment to gather a coherent story as the memories were a little jumbled.

“I was fired… Everyone in the town hated me, all for different reasons… Stemming from the same source…” You trailed off, deciding to skip over some details. “I just.. I guess I just felt hopeless…” You finished, your shoulders going slack as your arms plopped atop your crossed legs.

The two of you sat in silence as Jaason processed, his gaze settled upon the carpet beneath the bed infront of him. His fingers folded atop eachother as his hands were clasped together in his lap, thumbs fidgeting slightly.

“I-...” He began, his voice trembling. “I'm… so sorry…” he said, turning his head only for his gaze to be met with the back of my head. His brows twitched to furrow slightly as he shifted closer, cautiously, half an arm's length away.

He raised a hand, but it was just at that moment that you slowly turned your head to face back towards him. The both of you froze, his fingers twitching within the thickened tension between you two. You glanced at the hand, then back at him. The single thought of throwing yourself forward into his touch again after so long suddenly overtook your mind.

Then, your mind reeled itself back in.

“Did you really care?” You spoke bluntly, finally breaking the silence. You couldn't help but let doubt drive your words, even if he had already said something before that would've answered the question long before it even came to your mind.

Jason's brows furrowed as his hand dropped, saddened that you had doubted his care for you.

“Of course I did, I always have…” he replied, his voice soft and reassuring with the weight of being misstrusted. He shifted a fraction closer, wanting to pull you in and show you he really did care but he was scared of overstepping this wall you kept firmly standing between the two of you.

But, to his surprise, your longing overtook you as you threw your body against his. You really couldn't hold it back anymore - his presence had been like a magnet, just out of reach from attracting. But that final nudge had your will shatter as emotions took over.

Sorrow bloomed from deep within your chest as your eyes flooded, your arms wrapping around his frame tightly as you pressed yourself into his side. You dipped your head to rest just beneath his chin, your hands bunching up the thick, faintly familiar fabric of his coat.

He froze for a moment, confused and stunned, before wrapping his arms around you in return. He huffed out a soft sigh as he let the tension melt from his body at last, melting into the feeling of your forms finally meeting again after such a long time.

You couldn't help but let yourself sob, soft and choked, trying to hold the flood of emotions back from overflowing infront of him. You dug your face deeper into him, trying to muffle yourself, but your efforts proved futile as your sobbing only became more and more evident.

You couldn't remember the last time you had cried, really cried. Cried in the way that made your whole body feel heavy, your face feel drowned in tears, and your body trembling. You had definitely cried in the past during frustrating times, but this was different…

You cried because of a deep longing that you had buried deep within your soul almost a year ago, the sorrow of waiting so long flooding your body. Each choked sob wrecked your body like destructive waves turning your form to ruin.

And Jason was here, holding you, and you could feel his hand begin to rub up and down the length of your spine. “It's ok, let it all out…” he muttered softly, reassuring that you didn't need to hold back infront of him as he could sense you doing so.

With his gentle words, you allowed yourself to let go and give in. Your emotions took over as you let out a pitiful, drawn out cry of all the built up emotions you hadn't realized you held back within yourself. You curled further into his body, feeling it weaken beneath the crushing force of your emotions.

“I'm right here… it's ok…” Jason muttered softly, his voice soothing your journey through the breakdown. He leaned back slightly, allowing your back to straighten out a little instead of you being huddled over, making sure not to topple the both of you over.

With his warming hold, soothing words and soft presence you could feel the sorrow turn to a deep appreciation as you found yourself clinging to him tighter. Tears still flowed endlessly, yet your sobs shook you less and less. The crashing waves of emotions drawled back, and soon you shifted to silently shedding tears into the fibers of his shirt.

Suddenly, but not abruptly, Jason’s hand found its way to your cheek as he gently lifted your head.

Then he spoke. His voice was soft, low, and smooth as three simple words slid off his tongue like honey.

“I love you…”

His voice shook slightly at the sheer sincerity of it, his gaze heavy with a saddened sense of adoration. Without another word, without another second, and without a chance for you to respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips ever so softly to yours.

You did nothing of protest, only allowing the moment to linger for as long as it needed to. His lips felt different than before - softer, gentler. In comparison, his lips had been sandpaper rubbing against you all that time ago. But now? Now, it felt as if you had placed your lips atop clouds.

Not a moment too soon, nor too late, your faces pulled apart as you met eachother's gaze. You saw his eyes - the way he looked at you, and you could see the storm of regret and longing clouding his mind. But one emotion bloomed through them all - Love.

Chapter End Notes

> WE ARE SO BACK

## Chapter 4: Doubt

Chapter Notes

> і ᥲm SO PROUD ᥆𝖿 𝗍һіs ᥆ᥒᥱ, і һ᥆⍴ᥱ ᥡᥲᥣᥣ ᥣіkᥱ і𝗍 ᥲᥣ᥆𝗍 :3

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Your eyes twitched as they studied Jason's face, tracing over every detail to gauge his thoughts. It was then that he leaned in again, his lips meeting your cheek just below your eye as a tear had formed and fallen not an inch before it was caught upon his lips. The kiss was light and gentle, as if he was handling glass, before he pulled away to gaze at you again.

As you looked at him, you could feel that supernatural pull to his demeanor you hadn't felt since the last time you saw him walk away from you at that spot. You wanted to stay angry at him, to keep holding on to the fact that he had hurt you by leaving so abruptly… but your heart knew better.

Your heart told you to let go, to allow him in again, to appreciate the fact that he was here now. It told you with a deep certainty that he had changed - and you could see it. You could sense it in how close he was now, you could tell that he wasn't holding himself back anymore, and you knew from the way he gazed at you he wanted it all to be real this time.

Your lips parted, hesitating for a moment as they froze agape, before you allowed yourself to speak.

“I… love you too.”

The words felt heavy, yet lifted a weight from within your soul. You felt freed, like you had been holding your breath and could finally inhale again. You finally felt as if you could let yourself love the man that had hurt you, but you knew Jason wasn't that man anymore. He wasn't JD anymore.

You could see a light ignite within his eyes at your softly spoken words. A warm, thin smile slowly creeping its way across his features. His head tilted forward, his forehead coming to rest against yours, as the two of you closed your eyes to allow the comfort of closeness without tension or uncertainty finally sooth your souls.

You opened your eyes first, keeping the two of your faces close as you gazed upon his closed eyes. Your vision traced over the way his lashes gently spread across the curve of his cheek like curtains, the way his lips curved into a soft smile that blended so smoothly into the rest of his features as if his face was always meant to look this way.

Jason's eyes then fluttered open aswell, your gazes meeting as your smiles mutually widened. He studied your features just as you had his, taking in all of the little imperfections within your skin as he was able to really look at you this close for once. He then pulled back just to separate your foreheads, his hand raising to join the other in holding your face. You could see him lean in, slower this time, your eyes fluttering closed.

Knock knock knock.

The both of you jolted slightly at the abrupt interruption, the both of you turning to the door. Just as you were about to question Jason who it was, a low, rough and miserable sounding voice came through the other side of the door. “Listen, Jase, I know you got that bitch from last night in there but I'm having a hard time finding the usual painkillers… we didn't run out, did we?”

Jason rolled his eyes before seeing the look of confusion on your face. “Don't mind him, that's just my roommate…” he grumbled. “Give me a moment here, alright?” he said softly, giving an apologetic smile before he leaned in to place one last kiss to your cheek. He then got up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him as you hear hushed, annoyed chatter before footsteps trail off.

You huffed out a sigh, the weight of what had just happened suddenly causing your shoulders to sag as you hunched over to place your face in your hands. You weren't used to something this… real. It had been years since anyone showed you sincerity like this, and you couldn't help but be… scared. Scared that something would happen to this too, and if it did… if you somehow lost him again…

God knows what would happen to you…

You really couldn't handle a loss like this again, but… on the other hand, you really needed a real connection like this after so long. But was he really the best choice? Would something out of your control fuck it all up again? How could you know this was stable?

And there it was, again, your eyes watering as tears began to dampen your cheeks. Your hands slid down from your face, your head dipping to hang as you crossed your arms to hug yourself. You sobbed softly, your emotions not as violent as before but still flooding your mind with terrifying thoughts of future loss.

‘Fuck- can I really handle this? Will it be ok this time? Is this just… a fling?’

It was then that there was a light knock on the door as Jason uttered a gentle “it's me” before the door opened. He took a few steps forward, hesitant as he sensed something was wrong, before you raised your head and your gazes met. His eyes flickered to study the tears flowing down your face yet again, his expression shifting as he sighed to a soft smile again. “What's wrong?” He spoke as he approached, tilting his head.

Chapter End Notes

> 𝗍һᥱ ᥱm᥆𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥲrᥱ ᥱm᥆𝗍і᥆ᥒіᥒg і sᥱᥱ

## Chapter 5: Offerings

Chapter Notes

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You rubbed your sleeves against your eyes to dry them, sniffling before speaking. “It's-... Well, I-” your voice trembled as you found it hard to voice your troubles. “It's ok, take your time..” Jason reassured as he settled into the bed beside you, resting a hand on your shoulder. You straightened up abit, your arms slipping away from hugging yourself to settle within your lap.

Could you really talk to him about this? You hadn't opened up to… anyone… in forever. You didn't know how to anymore. You shook your head, turning it the other way as you squinted your eyes shut. “It's nothing…” you uttered, knowing it obviously wasn't but you didn't know what else to say to convey you didn't know how to talk about any of it. Where would you even begin?

Jason moved his hand from your shoulder to your back as he spoke. “I know it's not, but I won't make you talk.” He says as you turn your head back to him, seeing his smile widen as your eyes met his yet again. “...Thanks.” You mumbled, smiling yourself in appreciation for his understanding. “Of course,” he said back, his voice soft and smooth.

Your smile suddenly faltered, remembering the fact that you had to return home again despite how much you had been enjoying this reunion. Jason's brows furrowed in concern at the sight of your expression faltering, and you answered before he had even questioned. “I… should probably head back home..” You mumbled as you scratched at the back of your neck.

Jason seemed clearly disappointed, but obviously understood. “Alright…” he mumbled, turning the other way as silence settled between the two of you.

Just as you began to stand, he stood aswell. “Wait-” he said, his voice wavering abit as he felt awkward. “Uhm-... How about…” he began as he felt around his pockets before leaning forward to grab a random pen and loose notepad to begin writing. “Whenever you go to a party next, I could… be your plus one?” His lips curved to that typical crooked smile as he ripped and held out the slip of paper to you.

You looked down at it, studying the messily written and half faded numbers on the paper for a moment before taking it. You mustered up a faint smile as you looked at him again, nodding. “Yeah, yeah… maybe… I'd like that…” You said with a slight shrug. “Yeah, you might need someone looking out for you, huh?” he said with a hopeful smile.

Your smile shifted to something a little more genuine as you nodded. “Yeah, I guess…” you said with a shrug before standing there for an awkward moment. “Uhm- could you… show me where the door was again?” You said to break the tension, causing Jason to perk. “Oh- yeah, yeah, come on.” He said as he walked out of the room ahead of you. You followed, hearing his roommate in his room yelling at some TV show before Jason opened the front door for you to go through.

“Uh, wait, do you… have a way home?” He asked, a little concerned. “Yeah, I can just walk.” You reassured, pointing a thumb behind you. Jason then nodded, glancing to the side as if he had something more he wanted to say. “Uhm.. Bye, for now.” He finally said, giving a wide smile. “Yeah, uh, bye.” You responded curtly, giving a nod before you turned away to return home.

As you walked away you could see the door still opened as he watched you from the doorframe until you disappeared from eachother's view. You huffed a fond sigh as you turned to focus on your walk home, your hands slipping into your pockets as a light chill filled the air. It wasn't enough to make you shiver, but it was abit too cold to be comfortable.

It took longer than you had liked to reach your home, but once you did you let out a sigh of relief. You wandered to your kitchen, searching through the cabinets to find the good stuff. You pulled out a bottle of your favorite basic alcohol, grabbing yourself a cup aswell before making your way to the livingroom couch.

You grabbed your favorite, softest blanket to curl yourself up and hopefully get rid of the cold the chill had brought. You poured a generous amount of the bottle into the glass, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the variety of shows you had begun watching but never actually finished before moving to the next.

You finally decided on the one you were the most in the mood for, chugging a little over half of the glass before you laid down on the couch. Of course, just as you had settled down to relax, your phone lit up with a notification. You rolled your eyes, reaching a hand out to the coffee table and grabbing your phone to check. Of course, it was one of the more recent douchebags reaching out for another gig the next night.

You rolled your eyes again, grumbling as you responded to the text that you weren't exactly up to it. Then, he messaged that he would pay over double last time for such a short notice, and you really couldn't ignore an offer like that. You begrudgingly agreed to the offer before you shut your phone off and placed it down on your chest.

You then remembered Jason's offer, slipping your hand into your pocket to pull out the already crumpled piece of paper. You put in the number and sent him a text. First, a simple greeting, then a brief over the invitation you had received. He responded back enthusiastically, surprised that you had gotten an offer this soon. You couldn't help but smile to yourself at his excitement.

You mentioned going back to watching your show before you set the phone back on the table, sitting up to finish the rest of the cup. You took the bottle, then hesitated over pouring it. You shook your head before pouring another generous portion of the bottle, chugging a few gulps of the glass as you settled yourself into the couch again, ready for a night to yourself before you were back to work on the next one.

Chapter End Notes

> 𝗍һіs ᥆ᥒᥱ ᥕᥲs ᥲ ᥣі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ m᥆rᥱ mᥱһ, ᑲᥙ𝗍 і ᥒᥱᥱძᥱძ 𝗍᥆ m᥆᥎ᥱ і𝗍 ᥲᥣ᥆ᥒg ᥲᥒძ s𝗍ᥙ𝖿𝖿

## Chapter 6: Plus one

Chapter Notes

> і𝗍 𝖿ᥱᥱᥣs ᥲ ᥣі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ rᥙsһᥱძ ᑲᥙ𝗍 і һᥲძ 𝗍һᥱ іᥒs⍴іrᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ 𝗍᥆ ᥕrі𝗍ᥱ kіᥴkᥱძ іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥆᥎ᥱrძrі᥎ᥱ ᥲᥒძ ᥴ᥆ᥙᥣძᥒ𝗍 s𝗍᥆⍴ mᥡsᥱᥣ𝖿 😭

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~*~

It was just an hour before the party, and you were doing your best to put on the most comfortable fancy clothes you had. You weren't sure whether or not it was the same outfit you had worn to this one's house before, but frankly it shouldn't have mattered much. You threw it all together before making sure you had everything you needed and heading out the door to hop in your car.

You messaged Jason to let him know you were on your way to pick him up, as that's what you two had agreed upon, before starting the car and driving off. The way there had been mostly uneventful, other than a bird swooping too low across the front of your car and nearly having the windshield ram into it. Once you pulled up to the front you sent him a quick text that you had arrived, seeing him just a few beats later excitedly exiting the door and fumbling abit as he attempted to lock the door behind him.

Once he was able to, he made his way to the car and hopped in the passenger seat with a wide, almost childish smile. You couldn't help but smile back, letting out a soft chuckle. “What?” He said as he clicked the seatbelt on. “Someone's excited.” You teased as the car began moving forward. “Well- I…” Jason began awkwardly. “I'm just… happy to spend time with you again, yknow? It's been such a long time, and I really wanna make what I did up to you…”

You smiled fondly at his need to put in an effort, reaching over a hand to place it on his. “Thank you, really..” You uttered, expressing your appreciation deeply as you glanced over at him. His smile melted into something warmer, his gaze holding a sense of adoration and his own appreciation for being able to have you here again.

You turned back to the road, your hand slipping away from his in order to return to the wheel as you made your way to your destination. The air between the two of you had been silent for most of the ride, but a comfortable silence of mutual understanding and excitement. You couldn't help but speed yourself up abit as you wanted to let loose as soon as possible.

And soon, you parked your car across the street from the designated house. “Alright, follow my lead.” You said to Jason before the both of you hopped out of the car. You made your way across the street and knocked on the door, the muffled sounds of music and chatter coming from within. The door opened as you hadn't expected the guy who sent the invitation to greet you, but he stood there with a kind of smile that was only charming to those into rich guys.

“Ah, you made it! I'm so glad.” He exclaimed, his gaze flickering to Jason. His expression faltered slightly, his voice taking on a tone of annoyance. “And who would this be?” He uttered, almost threateningly. “Oh- this is just Jason, I hope you don't mind me bringing a plus one?” You explained with a strained smile. The guy eyed Jason up and down with a glare, which Jason returned, before rolling his eyes and moving out of the way to allow the two of you in.

The sound of the party immediately hit you like a truck, but it wasn't anything you weren't used to. You could see Jason falter, however, as he tensed every time someone slipped past and bumped into him. You took his hand and pulled him a little closer. “Like I said, follow my lead..” You uttered loud enough for him to hear over the noise, and he nodded.

You then lead him over to the bar, taking a seat just as two other people took off to probably make out in some empty room upstairs. You turned to the bartender, ordering a drink for yourself before asking Jason what he had wanted, the girl behind the counter giving a nod at his order before she turned to begin making the drinks. You then turned to Jason, letting the conversation begin to flow as there was a long night of fun ahead of you both.

~*~

You downed your… well, you had lost track of how many drinks you'd had at this point. The bustling sound of the party became muffled as you slurred words to Jason. “Yknow, like… I actually fuckin hated that job..” You said before turning to order another drink. Jason raised a brow, holding his third drink of the night. “Yeah? Seemed like it, the people there, like… sucked.”

You took your newly prepared drink and chugged accouple gulps before letting out an exaggerated “ah” as it clinked against the countertop. “Yeah, and like… I think one time, there was this one- this one motherfucker… he like… uhh…” you trailed off, your train of thought fizzling out. “I dont fuckin know.” You finished, giggling to yourself. Jason couldn't help but smile at your drunken state, shaking his head abit. “Jesus, you're drunk…”

You pointed a finger at him, wobbling to accidentally jab it into his chest. “Noo… you're jesusly drunk!” You grumbled back at him, and he let out a chuckle at your accusation. “Yknow, you're kind of adorable like this…” he said, his fond smile shifting to something warmer. You gasped, your hands abruptly finding their way to your cheeks. “Reawy? Awwhh… don't make me blush.” You cooed, stretching a hand out to swat your hand at him.

He chuckled again, downing his fifth drink now before taking your hand and leaning in abit as he felt the liquid courage take hold. “It's true, though~” he purred, his other hand raising to your cheek. You smiled, letting out a loopy giggle as you leaned into the touch. “Yknow… you.. You're like… soooo hot..” You slurred, your smile widening. Jason tilted his head in response, raising a brow. “Is that so? You really fancy someone like little ol’ me?”

Your eyes closed as you let out a soft hum in response. “Mmhh, yes, you're such a fancy guy… it's soooo attractive.” You mumbled, earning another chuckle from Jason. He felt his thoughts blur as he leaned in, one hand still holding yours as he brought it to rest against his chest. “Attractive, you say~?” he purred, and you only nodded. You hadn't uttered another word before you drunkenly crashed your lips into his, Jason pulling back from the abrupt action.

He then smirked, leaning back in to connect your lips once more. His arms snaked around you, pulling you from your seat onto his lap to hold you closer. Your lips moved against one another, the kisses you shared messy as you could taste the alcohol in eachother's breath. Jason then pulled back, one hand returning to cup your cheek as he gazed at your drunken smile.

He leaned in, placing his head just beside yours to utter within your ear. “It's too loud for me here, but I'm sure there's a much quieter… more private place to slip to, hm~?” he spoke, his voice becoming lower and smoother in tone, practically purring. “Mmm, I'd like that…” you hummed in response. Without another word, he stood to take your hand and messily weave the two of you through the party.

You followed up the stairs, stumbling abit as you bumped into people who had been hovering around there. There was still quite a reasonable amount of people, but certainly less than the lower level of the house. He peeked through doorways until he found a spare bedroom empty, slipping his way inside with you right behind him.

Chapter End Notes

> ᥆᥆᥆ і ᥕ᥆ᥒძᥱr ᥕһᥲ𝗍's g᥆ᥒᥒᥲ һᥲ⍴⍴ᥱᥒ 👀

## Chapter 7: Familiar

Chapter Notes

> 𝗍һіs ᥆ᥒᥱ’s ᥱ᥊𝗍rᥲ ᥣ᥆ᥒg 𝗍᥆ mᥲkᥱ і𝗍 ᥱ᥊𝗍rᥲ іᥒ𝗍ᥱrᥱs𝗍іᥒg 😏

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The second the door was closed behind you Jason had you against it, his body pressing recklessly into yours as he held your figures close. One arm hooked around your waist while the other reached to lock the door before it made its way to your cheek. “Fuck, I've been waiting for this since yesterday…” he uttered roughly, leaning in to finally crash your lips together yet again.

He tilted his head as you reached your arms to wrap around his shoulders, one hand tangling within the locks of his hair to feel the soft strands. You returned the movement of his lips eagerly, pressing your faces deeper and deeper together as your hips seemingly moved on their own. They buckled forward, and his own pushed back to rattle the door slightly as he held himself against you.

You let out a breathless whimper as he pulled away, speaking low and rough. “You seem desperate yourself, huh~?” He mused, smirking. “How could I not?” You mumbled in response with a smirk of your own, tilting your head. Jason's smirk widened into something devilish before he dipped his head to the crook of your neck, placing his lips upon the soft skin there.

You pressed your cheek against the top of his head, stray hairs tickling your eye while his lips moved across the column of your neck. His breath was heavy and heated against your skin, causing a shiver to run through you as a heat of your own began to ignite within your gut. Jason's lips parted to suck lightly, earning a soft moan from you as he leaned back and smirked at the reddened mark it left.

He then moved to scatter a few more across the pale skin of your neck, an open canvas for his markings. Your breath became heavy as you let out soft whimpers and moans, his body pressing deeper against yours with each one. You could feel the tightly confided flesh within his pants press against you, the evidence of his arousal making you squirm.

Jason then rasped his tongue along the side of your neck before he leaned back to gaze at you, your eyes lidded as they met his. He smirked, his eyes darkening dangerously, before he leaned in to press his lips against yours again. This time, you could feel his arms moving to wrap around your back to lead you to walk backwards towards the bed. Once he felt the mattress against his calves, he pulled you to crash down atop of him.

Your lips separated for the few moments it took for him to flip the both of you over before they crashed together yet again. Jason's body pressed every inch of itself against yours as you felt the pressure of his weight sink you into the bed. One hand gripped at your scalp while the other felt its way down your side. You wrapped your arms around his middle, your hips shifting to buckle up into his as the fabric of your clothes rubbed friction against eachother.

Jason groaned deeply into the kiss as he tilted his head, his hand stopping to grip at your waist. His fingers dug in as his lips parted to have his tongue push into your mouth, his invasion eagerly welcomed by you. His tongue pressed against yours as they swirled together before it pressed into every fleshy crevice of your mouth.

His hand squeezed your waist a little tighter as he rocked his hips forward, letting out soft grunts, before it let go to trail beneath the hem of your shirt. It trailed over your stomach, fingertips tracing patterns across the soft skin as it raised upward. It then lifted the fabric as he pulled from the kiss to do so, leaning back to gaze down at you. Your eyes met as he smirked before quickly reaching to remove his own shirt.

Once it was tossed away, there wasn't a second to take a breath before his lips plunged into yours again. Jason pulled the two of your bodies close, pressing his skin against yours. He then reached his hand downward again, past your hip again, as this time it landed upon the waistband of your pants. He worked to get them off while keeping up the effort of pinning your lips against his.

As you felt the clothing lower, you felt the heat within you that you had been chasing ever since that night with him. You had never felt the same, nobody had ever been the same as him. And now, you were here, beneath him yet again. You felt that same deep desire, that same feeling within your gut bubbling, and that same fire in your chest just waiting to burst out and consume the both of you.

But, suddenly, you felt something new - something physical. In your eyes, something rose… something moist that blurred your vision until it paved paths of salty water down your cheeks. Next, out of nowhere, a sorrow doused the flame within your heart. Somehow, the sorrow of… longing. But how? This was happening, you were here with him again… under him, just the same as before, but… it felt just the same.

Then, just as Jason had glanced back at you while he reached for his own pants, he paused. He saw your eyes suddenly blinking, glistening trails of tears suddenly appearing upon your dimly lit cheeks, and he froze. He completely stopped, his hazed lust completely washed over with a deep concern. His hands came to your face as he held it, brows furrowing as he spoke softly. "What's wrong? Why're you crying, baby? Do you wanna stop?”

You had been almost rendered speechless by how much care had been poured into every syllable, placing a hand over one of his own. “I-... I-I don't know…” it was a lie - well, not entirely… you sort of knew why, but in your mind it was just a feeling of bittersweet familiarity. The alcohol fogged your brain and made it hard to form these feelings into a coherent thought in order to communicate.

Jason only nodded before pulling back and making his way off of you. “Ok, we'll just take a break for now..” He offered as he grabbed your bottoms, not even uttering another word before he was putting them back on for you. Once he was done you sat up and he settled onto the bed beside you, having grabbed your shirt aswell as he set it just off to the side of you both if you wanted to put it on too. His arm curled around to rest his hand on your back.

As he offered his silent support by simply sitting beside you, you gazed down at your lap as your hands folded together to rest within it. You leaned over to rest your weight into his side, wiping at your damp cheeks. At the moment, you had a deep craving to lay in his arms and have the comforting feeling of his attention covering you like a blanket.

You sighed as you turned to wrap your arms around Jason, his own returning the favor. “I wanna go home…” you murmured as he leaned his head down to press his lips to your forehead. “Alright, put your shirt back on and we'll go, ok?” he offered, his voice soft as he continued to hold you. You only nodded, staying within his hold for a few moments longer before you pulled away to put the shirt back on. Once you did, Jason stood from the bed and took your hand just as you did in order to begin leading you away from the noise.

Chapter End Notes

> ძrᥲmᥲ ✨

## Chapter 8: Misgivings

Chapter Notes

> s᥆rrᥡ 𝗍һіs 𝗍᥆᥆k s᥆ ᥣ᥆ᥒg, і ᥕᥲs ᥕ᥆rkіᥒg ᥆ᥒ s᥆mᥱ ᥆𝗍һᥱr s𝗍ᥙ𝖿𝖿 ᥲᥒძ һᥲ᥎ ᑲᥱᥱᥒ g᥆іᥒg 𝗍һr᥆ᥙgһ і𝗍 ᥲᑲі𝗍. ᑲᥙ𝗍 ᥕᥱ sһᥲᥣᥣ ⍴rᥱ᥎ᥲіᥣ! 😤

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The car slowed to a stop on the street right infront of your house, Jason turning to you after he put the car in park. “Do you.. want me to walk you?” He asked, giving a patient smile. You turned from him back to the house as you suddenly felt frozen. You wanted to reach for the door handle, to say a kind yet slightly awkward goodbye and walk away to settle into your couch for another night alone. But that was it, you didn't exactly… want to be alone right now.

You turned back to him, meeting his gaze as he awaited an answer patiently. “Actually, uhm-” you began, a little nervous to ask as your voice shook slightly. “Could I sleep at yours tonight..?” You finished, a wavering smile thinning your lips. You could see Jason's smile brighten to something warmer. “Yeah, sure, of course.” He said with a nod as he turned back to the road and had the car moving again without another breath. You smiled to yourself, glad that he had agreed so casually.

~*~

You felt a little awkward as you walked in through the door behind him, glancing around the room while he closed it behind you. “Would you wanna eat anything?” Jason offered as he came to stand infront of you, giving a gentle smile. You thought for a moment before shaking your head. “I… think I just need sleep right now..” You murmured, rubbing at our eyes. “Would you just wanna rest for now, then?” He asked, tilting his head. You only nodded in response as he muttered an “ok” before turning around, seemingly expecting you to follow.

You did, walking down the hallway as you passed presumably his roommate’s room as you could hear he was playing some game, shouting at his teammates. You could see Jason toss a hostile look to the door, probably annoyed by how loud he was being, before moving on.

He said nothing as he walked into the room, the scene familiar from the other night, not bothering to close the door before he was sitting on the edge of the bed. You soon followed suit as the both of you sat in silence, not exactly tense but awkward in the sense that there had been something that needed to be said. The alcohol in your system made you feel a pull to wrap your arms around him and connect your lips again, but that sinking feeling of sorrow held you back as you just stared at your clasped hands settled within your lap.

That sorrow - what was it? Why did familiarity feel so wrong? It should be comforting, a warm feeling that you could wrap yourself in like a blanket… but this felt different, like a weight tied to your heart. Something deeply buried kept you held back from letting longing take over, but what was it? You wanted to be with Jason again, to let him in and hold him… but it felt like it was nearly impossible. Why? Why is it so hard to let him hold you again?

But, again wasn’t the right word… the way you wanted him to hold you was different then the way he had. You wanted warmth, soft and gentle comfort with slow kisses and featherlight touch - but all you can remember is an overwhelmingly heated mess, yet cold in its nature. Something swift and loud, something… akin to uncaring. That was it; you didn’t want this to just be a quick thing again, you wanted real meaning behind it… real care.

But he had shown you that, hadn’t he? His smile had been gentle, his eyes fond and his words patient… he was a whole new man. Your own mind was just still stuck in the past - it was still scared of him suddenly disappearing like you meant nothing again. Your arms came to wrap around yourself, the feeling of loss suddenly washing over you as you were taken back to that night; the rain pouring, the sign out front, the desperate searching…

You felt an arm come around your shoulders, pulling you into Jason’s side as your vision began to blur. He said nothing, not pushing you to talk as he simply offered his support if and when you needed it. You let out a choked sob, your head dipping forward as your arms tightened around yourself. Jason’s hand gently rubbed your upper arm a few times before it stilled to rest on your shoulder, his thumb gently moving back and forth.

It wasn’t much longer before you turned yourself into him, your arms still wrapped around yourself as your face dug into his shirt. His other hand rose to wrap around you as he pulled you in closer, the hand on your shoulder coming to move back and forth along your upper back. You sobbed softly, the noise slightly muffled as you could hear him uttered soft words of general comfort. Your arms unravelled from yourself to circle around him, pressing yourself against his side.

Your hands clutched at the fabric that stretched out over the opposite side of him. “Fuck… Jason,” You uttered in a weak, trembling voice, practically wailing his name. “It's ok, it's ok, I'm right here… shhh, I'm here…” he immediately responded, his arms tightening around you as he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “Dont leaavvee… please, please I need you here… please just stay with me this time… I-I can't handle- I can't take losing you again…” you pleaded between shaking breaths and violent sobs, your body trembling within Jason's arms.

It made his heart ache to hear you plead, attempting to pull you impossibly closer when there already wasn't any space left between the two of you. “I can promise you, I'll always be right here, ok?” He uttered in a harsh whisper, making sure his words carried a weight that would hopefully snap you out of it. He felt a flicker of hope that it had worked when you raised your head to meet his gaze, but was deeply taken aback by your lips pressing into his with an abrupt passion that pushed his head back.

Chapter End Notes

> [іᥒsᥱr𝗍 mіsᥴһіᥱ᥎᥆ᥙs ᥣᥲᥙgһ𝗍ᥱr]

## Chapter 9: Making up for lost time

Chapter Notes

> ᥆k gᥙᥡs һᥱrᥱ’s 𝗍һᥱ rᥱᥲᥣ ძᥱᥲᥣ
> (і𝗍s ᥲᥣs᥆ ᥣіkᥱ… rᥱᥲᥣᥣᥡ ᥣ᥆ᥒg….. ᥱᥒȷ᥆ᥡ ;3)

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You hadn't even processed the thought before your body was moving quicker than you could think, an overwhelming feeling of relief and a whole new sense of longing taking over every inch of you. Jason did nothing of protest as his hand came to cup your cheek, allowing you to lead the kiss. It was deep and powerful, but then shifted into something softer - warmer, almost.

You pulled back, keeping your lips just a breath from touching as tears kept coming. “..Prove it to me… please?” You uttered in a barely audible voice, your words wavering. Your gaze met his, pleading and hopeful. As he saw the look in your eyes, a need to care for you in every way bloomed from within him.

“Ok, baby…” his voice lowered an octave, smooth, yet filled with a warmth that oozed like honey. He hadn't wasted another breath before he pulled your lips to his again, connecting oh-so-softly. He didn't push, he pressed, keeping your lips held together as you basked in the softness of each other's.

His thumb ran over the skin raised over your cheekbone, his arm looping around your waist as he bent forward. You were gently laid onto the mattress, his body hovering above yours as Jason held you close. Your arms wrapped around him, one hand coming to rest lightly atop his hair while the other placed itself on his side.

Jason tilted his head, his lips beginning to move as he pressed them into yours time and time again. Each one was softer than the last, warmer than the last, and so much deeper. His hand slid from around you to slide over your waist, his thumb rubbing over the fabric a few times before it trailed lower. He paused as he reached your hip bone, fingers dancing across the waistband lightly.

His lips separated from yours as he made sure you met his gaze before speaking softly. “You want this off, honey?” He offered. You nodded, a warmth swelling within your chest and shooting throughout your body at the sheer softness of his words.

His hand then moved, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband to feel over the skin of your thigh before he was dragging it downward. His head moved to press a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering and pressing into the soft skin as he pressed over and over.

It wasn't long before you were bare, your legs instinctively pressing against eachother to close off your core from the chilled air. Jason lifted his head as his hand rose to join the other on your face. “It's alright, it's ok, baby…” he uttered soft reassurance as he peppered more kisses to your face, soft and warm and filled with a newfound adoration.

You smiled, warm and wide, your cheeks lifting and your eyes squinting. “I love you…” you spoke softly, yet a heavy feeling of an adoration of your own wavered your voice. Jason smiled back, his forehead pressing to yours. “I love you too, [Name]...” His voice was soft, low, and felt like a warm blanket covering you.

Your head tilted to press your lips deeply to his, your arm pulling his body closer as he shifted in response. You kept the connection of your lips filled with a sense of love and warmth, but you couldn't help it as deeper passion had your lips parting and tongues connecting.

Jason allowed you to pull him as close as you needed, his hips pressing down against yours as you buckled up into his. He let out a soft, choked groan which was muffled within your lips as his body reacted with grinding down into yours. You could feel the fibers of his clothed arousal pushing into your bare core, sending shockwaves of friction through your body.

You let out a shuddering moan, a hand trailing down his side before it reached his own waistband. You tugged, bringing the fabric of his pants and boxers down to his knees. Jason moved his legs to kick them off the rest of the way before he pulled back to gaze down at you again.

His thumb traced over the skin just below your eye, holding your face as if it was what he held dearest to him. “Alright, are you ready?” he asked, giving a warm and open smile, awaiting your permission. “Yeah…” you huffed, a little breathy as your chest had just begun to heave.

Jason kept your eyes on his for a few more lingering moments, his irises darting to explore your features up close. Your smile widened at his attention on you, the feeling of being so cared for settling onto your soul like a weighted blanket. His eyes then met yours, and he leaned in closer to connect your lips ever so softly yet again.

It was then that a knock came to the door, a voice carrying clear enough to know there hadn't been much time given for reaction before the door was opening. “Hey, Jase, dude-” “Get out.” Jason immediately said in a low, stern voice, his head whipping around to look at him. His eyes narrowed as his nose wrinkled in a deeply angered snarl, brows furrowed.

His roommate stood with wide eyes before it shifted to a smirk. “Yo, care if I join?” He said in a way too casual voice. “I said get the FUCK OUT!” Jason exclaimed, shaking the bed abit as his muscles tensed, trying to resist the urge to run over and rip his throat out.

His roommate put his hands up, keeping that shit-eating grin on his features. “Alright, alright, man, I'm just playin’. Yall have fun.” He said before walking backwards and closing the door on his way, footsteps fading.

Jason let out a sigh as his head turned back to you, his expression immediately shifting to an apologetic one. “I'm so sorry you have to deal with him, he doesn't know what boundaries are…” his voice carried regret, but a darker more powerful emotion bubbled beneath it. Your mind was too riddled with alcohol, lust and longing to bring any thought to it, your hand raising to his cheek.

“It's ok, just keep going…” you uttered in a low, breathy voice, and Jason immediately felt desire overshadow his now forgotten anger. He nodded faintly, just once, before he leaned forward to press his lips against yours once more. His hand traveled down the curve of your side before he held the small of your back, his hips shifting forward.

You let out a quick, high-pitched moan at the feeling of his bare, hardened flesh pressing into yours, searching for entrance. His hips moved, dragging himself back and forth through moistened folds before he found his way in. He pushed forward, barely any resistance keeping him from sliding all the way in.

He didn't waste any time before he was moving, pumping back and forth as groans bubbled from within his throat and met your own whimpers and moans at the connection of your mouths. One of your hands dug its fingers into his hair, curling them as they gripped at it. Your other kept itself wrapped around him, keeping his chest pressed up against yours.

Jason then pulled back from you, lips parted around ragged breath and deep moans. Your eyes flickered open, coming in and out of focus as you did your best to resist the pull of them rolling back. He then dipped his head, bringing his lips to your neck and pressing soft yet deep kisses along your jawline. You let out a choked whimper mixed with a gasp as you felt his tongue rasp along your skin before he stopped to sink his teeth in.

Your head rolled back, a long and low whine drawn out from your throat that had his thrusts growing sharper. His hips drove forward with more force, causing your body to tremble as your legs quivered. His breath came heated and heavy as it fanned across your neck, his mouth moving to bite and suck marks along it. His free hand came to the opposing side of your neck, cupping it to support your head.

His thumb traced along the skin just below your jawline, feeling the quickened pulse of your heart beating beneath it. He then pulled himself away from your neck, a difficult decision but necessary for what he planned to do. His hand shifted across the now marked and reddened column of your neck, thumb and pointer fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath the bone of your jawline.

Jason's fingers then curled to grip tightly, the pressure earning a whimpering moan from you. He smirked at the reaction, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into the sides of your neck as he pushed down enough to press a good amount but was careful to not completely block airflow.

He leaned back more to look down at you, your head rolled back and brows furrowed deeply with eyes squeezed shut. He took in the sight of you, biting his lip as he couldn't help but let his thrusts grow deeper and harder. He watched your body twitch and squirm beneath him, listened to your sweet sounds echoing through the room as his name fell from your lips.

Jason let out huffed groans and drawn out moans of his own, his rhythm growing uneven as every other thrust staggered halfway. He kept his grip firm on your neck as he leaned in again, lips inches from your ear as he began to breathlessly utter your name beside smooth praises.

His voice cracked as he held himself deeper within you with each thrust, keeping himself buried within the wet warmth for a longer and longer period of time with each thrust inward. Then, he let out a shuddering moan as liquid ecstasy filled your core, your own fluids releasing as he pushed in a few more shallow thrusts.

Jason heaved ragged breaths as he pulled out, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you slowly came down from the blissful high. Your hands trembled as they kept themselves wrapped around him, his own shifting to coil around you in return. His lips found your forehead, pressing a lingering and meaningful kiss to your hairline.

Chapter End Notes

> ᥲ𝗍 𝗍һᥱ m᥆mᥱᥒ𝗍 і һᥲ᥎ ᥒ᥆ іძᥱᥲ һ᥆ᥕ і'm g᥆ᥒᥒᥲ ᥱᥒძ ᥲᥣᥣ 𝗍һіs… ᥕᥱ'ᥣᥣ ȷᥙs𝗍 sᥱᥱ ᥕһᥱrᥱ ᥕᥱ ᥱᥒძ ᥙ⍴ і gᥙᥱss! 😅

## Chapter 10: Deja Vu

Chapter Notes

> s᥆rrᥡ і𝗍s ᑲᥱᥱᥒ ᥲᑲі𝗍 (ᥲgᥲіᥒ 😅) ᑲᥙ𝗍 іm s𝗍іᥣᥣ һᥱrᥱ!! і ᥲіᥒ𝗍 ᥲᑲᥲᥒძ᥆ᥒіᥒg 𝗍һіs!!!

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Jason rolled the two of you to lay beside eachother, your chests pressed against one another. Your heartbeats met where your bodies connected, chests rising and falling as you both caught your breath. His arms stayed loosely wrapped around you, simply holding you close as he calmed. You did the same, a silence filled with the soft sounds of your still heavy breath lingering within the room.

You shut your eyes, letting out a soft huff as you allowed your body to relax. Your head dipped to rest below his chin, nuzzling yourself into his gentle warmth. His arms tightened their grip in response, coiling tighter as the two of you curled into one another.

Jason then placed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting to sit up just enough to reach the blanket, tugging it up and letting it loosely settle atop the both of you. Once he was done, he nestled back beside you as one hand came up to play with your hair.

You then heard him hum something, softly. It wasn't a tune you recognized, but it was comforting nonetheless. The soothing melody and gentle twirling and tossing of your hair had your mind slipping, a feeling of pure comfort and safety washing over you. It was something you hadn't felt in a long time… a feeling you had forgotten existed. But now, here with Jason, you felt consciousness fade as you laid beneath his perfect attention.

~*~

The next morning had been… A little messier than you had liked. You remembered most of what had happened the night before, but still had a headache. Jason had given you pain medication before promptly rushing you out of the house before his roommate could embarrass him yet again.

You were a little saddened by the fact that you had to leave so soon, but you understood you couldn't stay. You and Jason said your goodbyes as you couldn't help but get one more long, tight hug from him before you were off.

You couldn't remember what time you got home, didn't bother to check, but the rest of the day was spent in the… lonely comfort of your own home. Your mind and fatigued body yearned to be wrapped within his embrace again, to lay with him and let all of your thoughts disperse.

But, of course, you're sure his annoying roommate would interject at some point…

‘Gods, what is that guy's problem?’ Your thoughts grumbled, brows furrowing as you recalled the interruption from last night. His face just gave off major douchebag vibes; his cocky smile, the way he made that offer as if he wasn't blatantly walking in on something private.

Anyways - you and Jason continued to party your heads off together. It was around two or three times a week that you found yourself waking up in the same bed beside him with a body made of lead and your head feeling like someone was trying to split it open from the inside, but it was always worth it.

You wouldn't trade anything for the time you now got to spend with him, overjoyed at the many opportunities to make up for all of that time away from him. You never wanted to be away from him again, and it seemed he returned the feeling. Every opportunity he could get (aka any time his roommate would get out of the house) he was inviting you over.

But, this one night, he had… said no? He was busy, something had come up unexpectedly…

‘What was it?’

A deep sense of dread settled into your guts, gripping and coiling your innards like clawed roots. Your arms came to wrap around yourself where you sat on the couch, hands beginning to tremble.

You knew it wasn't like before - it couldn't be, at all! He was just busy, could he not be busy? And, he's already shown you he's not leaving this time, that he'll actually talk to you now… right? So this anxiety, this fear, it's… irrational, it shouldn't be happening…

So why can't you stop shaking?

Why are your hands clawing at your arms? Why does breathing feel so hard to do? Why is your stomach contorting itself inside out? Why was your vision blurred? Why was everything so loud?

Your heartbeat.

That ringing.

Each breath you took.

Every sob.

You couldn't stop - you… you needed Jason. Now.

You stood, stumbling slightly as you uncoiled your arms to catch yourself. You made your way to the door, unlocking it and making sure it was shut behind you before you dragged yourself over the sidewalk. You could barely breathe the whole way, but this was the only way you could reach Jason…

You ignored the weird glances others gave you, pushed past those opening their mouths to ask questions. You shut out the rest of the world, tunneling your focus on getting to Jason's doorstep.

Then you did - you stumbled your way through the front lawn, practically throwing yourself at the front door to knock frantically. You then stood back, your arms hugging yourself again as you waited, trembling.

You knocked again, firmer, louder. You waited, stood as tears flowed from your eyes like never ending spouts. Again, you knocked, not caring if you were being annoying and barely flinching at the soreness in your knuckles growing.

You knocked, again and again, every five seconds as you couldn't bear to be any more patient. The longer and longer you waited, the more frantic you were, and the louder your sobs came.

Your fist banged on the door as you wailed out his name, feeling hopelessness grow within you each moment he hadn't answered. Your forehead thudded against the door as you sobbed, your body slowly sinking down where you were.

Your cheek pressed against the door as you sobbed hopelessly, arms wrapping around yourself as your body sprawled out in an emotional mess. Tears flowed and dampened your skin, rolling down your neck and sinking into the fabric along the collar of your shirt.

You laid there beneath the bare sky, body barely illuminated in the ghost town of a street. The wind violently blew against you, chilling and making you curl in on yourself. Your lids squeezed tightly shut as your throat felt sore and your eyes stung, hair a mess and skin greatly dampened.

It was then that your head jerked up at the sound of distant footsteps, looking down the sidewalk. Then you saw him - and he saw you. You could barely see any details on Jason’s figure as he immediately sped up. He reached you, instantly crumpling to bring his arms around you where you laid at his doorstep.

“[Name], baby, what are you doing here? What's wrong?” He spoke softly, huddling you close to his chest as his heart sank at the feeling of you trembling. You couldn't answer, your words coming out in a sobbing, mumbling mess.

“Shhh, shh, it's ok… it's ok, you don't have to tell me now, honey….” He muttered reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Come on, baby, let's get you on the couch… ok? Cmere..” He offered, slowly raising himself while lifting you along with him.

You let him, your body quaking in Jason’s arms as he guided you to stumble into the house. He closed the door behind him before he settled into the couch, your body coming to drape over his. His hand moved along your back, dipping his head to press many kisses as he just allowed you to cry atop of him.

Chapter End Notes

> ძrᥲmᥲᥲᥲ ✨✨😌

## Afterword

End Notes

> 𝗍rᥙs𝗍 𝗍һᥱ ⍴r᥆ᥴᥱss 😃🙏

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