Musical One Shots, Imagines and Preferences (Requests Closed)

Seventeen - Heathers - JD x Reader

"You and I are special. We've got work to do," JD says.
"What work?" you ask. You're done with JD killing everyone.
"Making the world a decent place for people who are decent."
"And when does it end?"
"When every asshole is dead!"

You push him back.
"Fine. We're damaged. Really damaged. But that does not make us wise. We're not special, we're not different, we don't choose who lives or dies," he turns away from you, "let's be normal. See bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV. We'll bake brownies, or go bowling. Don't you want a life with me? Can't we be seventeen? That's all I want to do. If you could let me in, I could be good with you. People hurt us."
"Or they vanish," he turns around to face you.
"And you're right, it really blows. But we let go."
"Take a deep breath."
"And go buy some summer clothes. We'll go camping."
"Play some poker."
"And we'll eat some chilli fries. Maybe prom night."
"Maybe dancing."
"Don't stop looking in my eyes. Can't we be seventeen? Is that so hard to do?"
"If you could let me in, I could be good with you."
"Let us be seventeen."
"If we've still got the right," he mutters as he looks away.
"So what's it gonna be?" you turn his head around to face you, "I wanna be with you."
"I wanna be with you," he says.
"I wanna be with you tonight."

You kiss him passionately for what feels like forever. You both pull out of the kiss.
"Yeah, we're damaged," you say.
"Badly damaged," he says, "but you're love's too good to lose."
"Hold me tighter," you run into his arms.
"Even closer," he holds you tightly.
"I'll stay if I'm what you choose," you say.
"Can't we be seventeen?" he whispers.
"If I am what you choose," you mutter.
"If we've still got the right."
"Cause you're the one I choose," you pull out of the embrace and stare into his eyes.
"You're the one I choose," he says.
"You're the one I choose," you say in sync. You embrace again, and don't let go for what feels like hours.