the society imagines

jason x reader

You burrowed down further under the comforter but couldn't seem to get any warmer. You missed the comfort of your own bed, your own house for that matter, and the freedom to set the thermostat at whatever you wanted. Or at least a decent temperature.

To conserve electricity, Allie was having everyone cut back, just in case the supply was limited. In addition, she was having the whole town live in the fewest houses possible which was how you were in the guest room of Jason's house, freezing your butt off.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and braced yourself for the cold hardwood floor, rubbing your hands up and down your arms as you made your way to Jason's room. He had mentioned about keeping extra blankets in his closet and you knocked hesitantly, hoping he was still awake.

When he didn't answer, you quietly turned the knob and was shocked to find him not in his bed. The sheets were rumpled like he had recently been there but he was nowhere in the room.

You felt weird just going into this boy's bedroom that you hardly knew, so you closed the door and wandered downstairs. A noise from the kitchen caught your attention and you peeked in to find Jason standing at the stove.

It was much warmer, the heat from the stove permeating the air and Jason had obviously gotten hot, his sweatshirt lying forgotten on the kitchen table.

You tore your gaze away from his back muscles moving and cleared your throat lightly to get his attention. He turned, surprised, and furrowed his brows at you.

"Sorry, I don't mean to bother you but you mentioned something about extra blankets?" Your teeth were chattering as you spoke and he walked over, placing his warm hand on your arm.

"This is ridiculous, Allie needs to really rethink this new rule. You're shivering," he said, tugging you into the warmth of the kitchen and handing his sweatshirt to you. "Put this on."

You slipped it over your head and felt ten times better already. His body heat was still sitting in the sweatshirt and you smiled in thanks, pulling your hands into the sleeves.

"Are you hungry?" He motioned to what you could now tell were pancakes but you shook your head. Jason gave you a look before putting a pancake on a plate and shoving it towards you. "Yes you are. You didn't eat dinner tonight."

"I'm fine, really," you said trying to push the plate back to him but he shook his head and you finally gave in, taking a small bite.

He leaned against the counter, his phone in one hand and a fork in the other and you couldn't help but stare at him. His hair was messy and he looked exhausted but you still thought he was adorable.

"I thought you weren't hungry?" Jason was smirking at you and you had been so busy staring at him and letting yourself get lost in your thoughts that you hadn't realized your plate was empty. You blushed and he gave you another one, bringing his own full plate to the table and sitting down beside you.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you," you said and Jason shook his head quickly.

"No you didn't. I was getting kinda lonely down here anyway," he said. "I'm not really sleeping well at the moment so," he continued, trailing off and you nodded.

You were still shivering slightly and he grabbed a blanket from the living room, wrapping it around your shoulders. You both continued sitting at the table, talking about anything and everything and you found yourself easily laughing as though you had known him forever.

"Why have we never hung out before?"

"You were popular. I tended to just blend into the background," you said with a shrug and he frowned at the response. You realized how mean that sounded and opened your mouth to apologize but he cut you off.

"No that's not it at all." For the first time ever, he looked insecure and nervous and you waited for him to continue. "I was always too nervous to talk to you. You were nice and smart and way out of my league."

You laughed and shook your head, causing Jason to smile. "Okay Mr. Football Star, I was always too nervous to talk to you because you were unbelievably cool and confident and I was afraid of rejection."

Jason's smile widened and he shook his head. "Well, you were wrong."

"And you were too."

There was a comfortable silence before he got up,  starting to clean the kitchen up and you helped him do the dishes. "Come on, I'll go grab you that blanket," he said when you had finished.

You followed him up the stairs and he grabbed a blanket from the top of his closet, handing it to you but not letting go. "What?"

"Actually, it's still pretty cold up here and this is my only extra so maybe we can share it?" He was biting his lip nervously and you tried to hide your excited smile, slowly nodding your head.

He sat down on the bed, pulling his comforter around his waist and patted the space beside him. You left room between the both of you but as soon as you were under the covers he pulled you into his side and you felt your cheeks flame.

"Do you want your sweatshirt back?" You wondered if he was cold despite how warm the skin of his torso was and he shook his head.

"Your body heat will keep me warm. Besides, you look cute in it." His confident smirk was back on his lips and you smiled, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you whispered back.