Oneshots - anyone x reader 2

Tired - JD (Heathers)

JD from the movie, not the musical. Christian Slater is my mood 24/7
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Tired. That's all you were. Two in the morning on a Saturday night, you couldn't fall asleep but you were tired. You sigh, tossing and turning. Luckily, JD was up with you. He had gone downstairs to get you some water. He was too kind, in a mysterious and psychotic way. We came back in, yawning.

He sets the glass down on the nightstand next to you, and you smile. "You didn't have to."

He gets into bed, holding you close. "But I did."

You chuckle, kissing his nose. "I love you JD."

"I love you too."

It happened the next day. Three AM on a Sunday night, you were awake. This time, JD was asleep. You got up quietly, going to the window. A clear night, stairs in the sky like fireflies. You always thought they the sky in the night was black because the stars had filled it with too much ink while trying to write their apologies for not granting your wishes. You stood there for a long time until...

"[name]?"

"Yes?" You reply softly.

"Why are you up?"

"I don't know."

He gets up, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek. "Can you please come back to bed?"

"Alright."

The next night. Four AM on a Monday night. You didn't move a muscle.

Five AM Tuesday night. You took some sleeping pills - didn't work.

Six AM Wednesday night. No luck.

Thursday you stopped sleeping entirely. You pretended to sleep so JD could get some rest.

Friday - he caught onto your act.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know."

Saturday - giant bags under your eyes.

By the time Sunday night rolled around, if you consulted a doctor you would be diagnosed clinically insane. You needed sleep, now.

"Do you know why you're not sleeping?"

"I don't know."

"Is it because you're thinking too much about stuff?"

"I don't know."

"Work?"

"Dunno."

"...am I not loving you enough?"

You don't answer. You didn't know. Your train of though had stopped.

"Get over here."

He points to the floor in front of him. You get out of bed, walking towards him. He embraces you, jumping into the bed with you in his arms. You smile weakly.

He grabs every blanket on the bed, wrapping you both under the covers. You put your head against his chest. "Listen to my heartbeat. Tell me if I'm getting the timing right."

He starts humming softly, his heart as the kick starting heat. You nod, and he keeps humming. "Sitting on the tracks, waitin' for the night train - lookin' down the road, ain't never gonna go back."

"Listen for the whistle through the wind and raindrop, who's gonna ride the Devil's train tonight?"

He sung softly, the song was creepy but he sang it very well. You felt yourself drifting to sleep. You close your eyes, and what felt like moments later, you woke up to Monday morning, JD still embracing you. He snores softly, and you smile. "Thank you."